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A Temporary Madness by Matt Metzger (NC-17/Explicit)
Fandom: STAR TREK REBOOT
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Length: ~76k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mattmetzger
Author Website: Masterlist on LJ
Why this must be read:
This is a modern-day AU set in San Francisco where McCoy and Spock are introduced by their mutual pal Jim, start dating, and eventually fall in love.
It’s a simple-sounding setup, right? But the telling of it is so maturely done, so real, it feels like a contemporary novel, and the fact that the characters are so familiar to us makes it all the more satisfying. Len is a stubborn SOB, Jim about as Jim-like as he can be, and Spock a total mystery that McCoy manages to unravel whether Spock wants him to or not. The story is a great character study of both men in addition to featuring some hurt/comfort that is neither sensationalized nor woobie-fying of its object. Oh, and the sex scenes? Smoking hot.
The author says that this is a prologue to a longer story, but it is wholly satisfying as a standalone. Read this story, you won’t regret it. I will also note that the author has seemed to have abandoned posting updates to his LJ for this, so definitely head on over to the AO3 version.
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A note to explain the scene’s setup: Jim has invited both men to a local bar to hang out and play pool – RC
McCoy heard the crack of a hand on leather again – presumably Jim clapping the stranger's shoulder. "Anyway. Intros. That's Bones. He's trying to kick my ass, but he's totally failing, so you should kick his ass and show him how it's done."
"Indeed."
"In fact, you do that. I need beer. And food. You're so late, I'm starving to death here."
With that, he stomped back to the bar, leaving McCoy to straighten from his miss and stare at –
Well. A man, first and foremost. A man probably his own height, with a blank face and a shave so close it looked painful. A man in a leather jacket that looked older than he did, and dark slacks that merged with equally dark boots, stuck to the floor in a parade rest. He had long, eerily white fingers wrapped around the body of a bottle of some foreign-sounding beer that McCoy didn't know Harry's even served, and even as he was observed, the man took a healthy pull from said bottle, tilting his head back until his throat bobbed and pistoned in a swallow, the motion rippling down to his white undershirt, only a shade paler than his skin...
God damn, but Jim knew how to pick his friends.
More than his appearance – and hey, it was a damn nice appearance – were his eyes. His face said just about jack-shit, but his eyes were dark and intense. McCoy couldn't read them, but there was something there that he'd like to, and they examined him, almost picking and plucking at him visually in an attempt at categorisation; the man was either an artist or a scientist for the scrutiny, and McCoy couldn't tell which.
He took a gulp of his own beer. His mouth was dry. Shit, but he didn't need Jim to notice this reaction.
A Temporary Madness on AO3
Pairing: Spock/McCoy
Length: ~76k
Author on LJ:
mattmetzgerAuthor Website: Masterlist on LJ
Why this must be read:
This is a modern-day AU set in San Francisco where McCoy and Spock are introduced by their mutual pal Jim, start dating, and eventually fall in love.
It’s a simple-sounding setup, right? But the telling of it is so maturely done, so real, it feels like a contemporary novel, and the fact that the characters are so familiar to us makes it all the more satisfying. Len is a stubborn SOB, Jim about as Jim-like as he can be, and Spock a total mystery that McCoy manages to unravel whether Spock wants him to or not. The story is a great character study of both men in addition to featuring some hurt/comfort that is neither sensationalized nor woobie-fying of its object. Oh, and the sex scenes? Smoking hot.
The author says that this is a prologue to a longer story, but it is wholly satisfying as a standalone. Read this story, you won’t regret it. I will also note that the author has seemed to have abandoned posting updates to his LJ for this, so definitely head on over to the AO3 version.
----
A note to explain the scene’s setup: Jim has invited both men to a local bar to hang out and play pool – RC
McCoy heard the crack of a hand on leather again – presumably Jim clapping the stranger's shoulder. "Anyway. Intros. That's Bones. He's trying to kick my ass, but he's totally failing, so you should kick his ass and show him how it's done."
"Indeed."
"In fact, you do that. I need beer. And food. You're so late, I'm starving to death here."
With that, he stomped back to the bar, leaving McCoy to straighten from his miss and stare at –
Well. A man, first and foremost. A man probably his own height, with a blank face and a shave so close it looked painful. A man in a leather jacket that looked older than he did, and dark slacks that merged with equally dark boots, stuck to the floor in a parade rest. He had long, eerily white fingers wrapped around the body of a bottle of some foreign-sounding beer that McCoy didn't know Harry's even served, and even as he was observed, the man took a healthy pull from said bottle, tilting his head back until his throat bobbed and pistoned in a swallow, the motion rippling down to his white undershirt, only a shade paler than his skin...
God damn, but Jim knew how to pick his friends.
More than his appearance – and hey, it was a damn nice appearance – were his eyes. His face said just about jack-shit, but his eyes were dark and intense. McCoy couldn't read them, but there was something there that he'd like to, and they examined him, almost picking and plucking at him visually in an attempt at categorisation; the man was either an artist or a scientist for the scrutiny, and McCoy couldn't tell which.
He took a gulp of his own beer. His mouth was dry. Shit, but he didn't need Jim to notice this reaction.
A Temporary Madness on AO3
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