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Kirk/McCoy - Underwear model AU

“No, not like that. You are not getting it right,” the photographer says as he yells at some brunette girl to change the lighting.

“Are we supposed to listen to him or wait until he speaks to us directly?” Jim asks curiously, keeping an eye on the crazy photographer.

“I always ignore the people behind the camera unless they say my name. Easier that way,” Bones drawls lazily. He moves his fingers lightly over Jim’s back as they wait for instructions.

“Stop that,” Jim hisses, pinching Bones on the hip when he feels the teasing caress. Even with the bright lights shining down on them and the crew around, he can feel his body start to react to the touch. The underwear that he’s modeling for this campaign are tight, so it isn’t like he can conceal his reaction. Bones knows not to play when they’re working, so he’s already breaking one of their only rules.

“Stop what?” Bones can’t pull off innocent, not when he’s got that sexy smirk on his lips and his eyes are that particular shade of green. He lowers his eyelids, and Jim’s distracted by his long eyelashes.

“You know what,” he mutters when he remembers what they’re arguing about. Jim can feel sweat trickling down his back from the lights, and the photographer is still ranting behind him, only now in German, sounds like. He moves his leg slightly because it’s starting to fall asleep, and it brings him into closer contact with Bones.

“If he doesn’t get his pictures soon, I’m going to end up giving them all a show,” Bones says, breath warm against Jim’s ear. “I’m going to pull those tight pants down and suck you into my mouth right here. Do you have any idea how great your ass looks in those? They’re better than the Calvin Klein shoot last month. Remember that one?”

“I hate you,” Jim whispers, pressing his leg against Bones’ and tightening his grip on his shoulder. “You and your damn fetish.”

“You know you love me,” Bones says smugly. “And our fetish. Don’t think I didn’t catch the way you were staring at me, darlin’. These shorts are just as tight as yours.”

“They look fucking amazing on you,” Jim tells him breathlessly, swaying forward slightly. “The way the fabric fits around your thighs and your ass? I’m so buying you a pair.”

“Yes! That is it,” the photographer suddenly cries out. “We will do it this way. Like lovers. Hold the pose.”

“You heard the man, Jim,” Bones says with a wicked grin as Jim groans. “Hold the pose.”