Body of Evidence by The Dala
http://the-dala.livejournal.com/603714.html

Very hilarious and has the whole team in it too, which is awesome. Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, Implied Sulu/CHekov, implied Scotty/right hand

“Women love the captain,” Chekov declares, tugging on one brown curl. Sulu and Uhura appear relieved that he has prevented any more references to Scotty’s lonely stay on Delta Vega, and Spock sympathizes. “Even I know this, back at school. He would have no time! Dr. McCoy is his best friend, not boyfriend.” Sulu cocks his head, his face slowly split by a grin. “Care to make a wager on that?”

We've read this, but I wanted to bookmark it anyway <3

OMG THE CHAIRSEX IS HERE!

“Where has the captain gone?” Chekov glances around, brow furrowed. While he seeks intellectual approval from Spock, he looks up to Kirk as some kind of elder brother whose varied qualities and habits are worthy of emulation. Spock considers this to be an unhealthy fixation, although Uhura says it’s only harmless hero worship – until Kirk’s tutelage leads to Chekov picking up some alien sexually transmitted infection, anyway.

The one where the crew bets on whether or not Bones and Kirk are doing it.

Uhura loses a bet. And there's sex in the captain's chair.

OMG THE CHAIRSEX IS HERE! Kirk/McCoy, Spock/Uhura, implied Sulu/Chekov, implied Scotty/right hand.

Kirk and Bones find out that the Bridge is betting on whether they're together. They (Jim) decide to have fun with it.

A series of vignettes tracing the evolution of Kirk and McCoy's relationship over the years. Or, five people are let in on the worst-kept secret in the Federation.

A series of vignettes tracing the evolution of Kirk and McCoy's relationship over the years. Or, five people discover the worst-kept secret in the Federation.

McCoy sighs and stretches, rubbing at his temples. “Oh, hell. It’s not your fault, kid. The damn fool would have done the same for any one of us, or else gotten himself injured in one of a hundred other ways. That's just what he does.” “All the same, I…” He has no wish to make McCoy uncomfortable, but he feels compelled to say these things so he can sleep without remembering the captain's deathly pallor and the doctor's dark, haunted eyes. “I nearly took him from you, and for that I am sorry.” He looks at Chekov for a long, long moment, pursing his lips. “Just ‘ccept th’ ‘pology,” Kirk mumbles. His eyes are still closed. McCoy turns his head to glare down at him. “The peanut gallery can shut the fuck up, since it’s not supposed to be awake yet on account of it *dying* for forty-seven seconds earlier today.” Kirk’s dry lips curve faintly. “Love you too, Bones.” “And you,” McCoy adds, now leveling his glare at Chekov, “I don’t want to see your ass on the bridge for two days, you hear?”

“The peanut gallery can shut the fuck up, since it’s not supposed to be awake yet on account of it dying for forty-seven seconds earlier today.” Kirk’s dry lips curve faintly. “Love you too, Bones.”