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tourdefierceJim doesn't wake suddenly. He never has and he probably never will. It's something that annoys Spock when he has to wake Jim up for captainly things, and the habit of needing a good fifteen minutes to wake up will probably be lost to his captaincy after one too many urgent Federation message or red alerts. He knows this but the fact remains that right now, he still needs a good while to truly be awake enough to actually get out of bed. It's something that has helped Jim out of a dozen situations, it lets him think a bit and lets his brain reboot and recount. It was particularly helpful back at the academy when he would forget his bed mate's name and use the time before he was fully conscious to retrace the night's steps and find someway to remember his or her name.
Right now, he's absorbing many facts.
1. He's in Bones bed. In. His. Bed. Please, angels in heaven commence the trumpet playing and general hallelujah singing.
2. Bones didn't steal the covers in the middle of the night.
3. Bones' feet warmed up.
4. The reason why number three is known is because Bones is pressed tight against Jim's back, his arm wrapped tightly around Jim's bare stomach and their legs intertwined.
5. Bones is breathing on the back of his neck in little puffs that are intensely adorable and incredibly arousing.
6. Did he mention that he was IN Bones' bed? Right.
7. Bones had come to bed without a shirt and the heat of his skin was beyond exquisite. Seriously. Jim could practically die and be pretty happy (except for that whole foam thing).
8. There was something digging into the curve of his ass that certainly didn't feel like a hypospray (although Jim will totally admit to not being surprised if Bones slept with a hypospray in his pocket just in case space's disease and darkness snuck up on him in his sleep).
It's hard to tell if Bones is asleep, although Jim has a pretty good idea that he is because his breath is even but Bones surprises him more often than not. Well, he's predictable in the Bones-is-a-grumpy-Southern-doctor sort of way but some of Bones' nuances totally throw Jim for a loop, such as the way he throws his clothes everywhere after a long day instead of folding them or the way that he seems obsessed with keeping his hands hydrated, constantly rubbing lotion on them (which really does wonders for Jim's fantasies) or how he video records himself every single morning eating breakfast so that Joanna can watch it before she goes to bed at night and how for every one of her birthdays he writes her a letter, a real letter with old school ink and everything. Bones amazes Jim. And Jim has a small inclination that maybe, just maybe, he amazes Bones just a little bit too.
Or it could just be the morning. Morning does this.
So Jim inclines to find out. He stretches his spine, moaning a little at the way it feels to be so pressed against Bones from top to bottom and the way his spine arches and presses into the solid force of Bones' hip and the impressive erection that seems particularly interested in Jim. Jim can barely keep the smile off of his face when he feels Bones' breath hitch against the back of his neck, practically a gasp in the stillness of the room. The arm thrown around Jim's waist tightens and Jim feigns sleep, if only to observe Bones' reaction to their situation. He doesn't want to push. As much as Jim likes to think there is something there, in between the violent hyposprays and epic bromance between them, he doesn't want to ruin anything. He will never settle for loosing Bones just because he, Jim, got too selfish and took what might not be his to take. He's not stupid. He knows exactly what Bones is to him and what they mean to each other in the sense that they were both lost before they found Starfleet and each other. So he's testing the waters.
He sighs and pushes back into Bones, tangling their legs together even more and pressing his feet to the soft flannel of Bones' sleep pants. Bones moans in response and it takes pretty much everything in Jim's control not to giggle. Mostly because awesome starship captains do not giggle, also because he doesn't think Bones would take too kindly to Jim being giddy at being molested in his sleep by his CMO. But Bones is grumpy and he takes the fun out of most things. However, Jim was really trying to play Bones out and feel out the stakes they were playing with.
Because from where he is laying, the stakes are pretty big, if you catch his drift.
Jim twists his body again, pressing pulling against Bones until he feels a tiny, miniscule twitch of Bones' hips which, if you squinted and turned your head, could be construed as a thrust. Jim smiles in his sleep but contains his pure glee because he's supposed to be sleeping and if he wakes up and Bones gets all embarrassed then it all could be ruined. Instead Jim stays still, until Bones makes this purely debauched noise that is a cross between growl and choked out moan. It's the hottest thing Jim has ever heard in his entire life.
"Damnit, Jim." The words are whispered into his neck before the bed shifts and the warm, welcome weight of Bones and all his fabulous parts are gone, rushed off to the bathroom with a quiet swoosh of the doors. Jim groans in response and grinds his erection into the bed. He wants so desperately to take care of it but to no avail; Bones doesn't take very long showers and Jim is pretty sure that Bones has to be in Sickbay in less than thirty minutes, so he can wait.
Jim doesn't smirk at being able to jerk off to Bones' pillow. Not at all.
Jim is skipping and he doesn't care if Spock is confused as fuck or pissed off or whatever it means when he raises his eyebrow and asks him seven or eight times if he needs to go to the medical bay or if he is intoxicated. Chekov and Sulu look suspiciously knowledgeable but Jim ignores them. He will not let them ruin his day. Uhura looks pissed off at him as usually, only more irritated because he's skipping and sometimes he's whistling and for a while there he thought about doing a jig and then singing some disco music from the 21st century (Because who doesn't love Lady Gaga when in love with sexy doctors?).
Today is Jim's day of jubilee.
When he's on his break, he asks the replicator to give him the finest muffins and bagels in all the land. It spits out wheat grass and some Andorian Jell-O-like substance. He spends the rest of his shift plotting how he to get around the whole confessing his profuse love to Bones thing, because that would be really embarrassing and not really something he's interested in doing just yet. He just wants to skip to the sex and the cuddling and maybe the moving in.
When he tells the bridge crew that he drinks from the keg of glory, Sulu gives him a thumbs up and Spock calls Sickbay.
It's awesome sauce.
"Sit your ass down, boy. We need to talk."
Jim looks up as he gets assaulted by a myriad of things at the same time. First off, Bones seems pretty pissed and he's sprawled out on his couch looking like a sex god in yummy denim and flannel. Second, he's drinking bourbon and Jim loves the smell when it's mixed with Bones. Third, he has a feeling that Bones is totally going to ruin his day of jubilee and that just isn't right... damnit. Fourth - did he mention the utter sex that Bones is oozing from his pissed off pores? Right.
"Why yes, Bones, I had a fabulous day. No one fired on my ship -"
"Sit down," Bones growls and Jim has to adjust his pants as he frowns and moves over to sit in the chair adjacent to the sofa, which, by the way, is not as comfy as Bones' sofa or his bed. Jim has the strange urge to send out a ship-wide announcement that states that yes, he knows how comfy Bones' bed is. He resists.
"What's up, Bonesy?" Jim goes for innocent. He honestly has no idea what Bones is talking about but Bones has his I'm-not-sure-if-I'm-really-pissed-at-you-yet face on and Jim doesn't want that one to change to a worse face, like I'm-transferring-away-from-this-godforsaken-ship-and-you face or his I'm-so-disappointed-face. Both of those are equally devastating.
Bones points a long finger at him. "First, don't go callin' me Bonesy. It's ridiculous. I'm a doctor not a stuffed toy."
Jim opens his mouth to point out that Bones is indeed a big, soft, teddy bear... or a woobie but closes his mouth when Bones arches an eyebrow so sharply that Jim thinks it might have actually cut the tension that seems to be mounting the room. Wait, what? Jim frowns. He's starting to think that this might be something serious and that tends to worry him.
"Bones, what's wrong?"
"Damnit, Jim," he curses and shakes his head. Jim watches, head tilted, as Bones finishes his drink and pours himself another. He looks back up from his glass and his face is unrecognizable, set in stoney resolve and mixed with something that Jim can't really define and it worries him.
"Bones..."
"You can't stay here."
Jim raises his eyebrows. What?
"What?" Jim says aloud.
"You," Bones says with a bit of a flail to his arm. "You can't stay here while your quarters are being repaired. You need to find somewhere else."
It kind of hurts, not just because Bones is kicking him out - nay EVICTING him, but because Jim has this really awesome plan that involves arrows and flow charts and glitter that he totally won't get to use if Bones rejects him like he totally is right now. And it is rejection. It's the Bones rejection that entails rejecting him with something mundane but trying to communicate something completely different.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't stay on my side of the bed, but it was kind of cold last night and come on now, it'll be like old times back at the Academy," Jim pleads, and he winks just for good measure. Bones frowns even more and purses his lips in that way he does when he scolds Joanna on the video comm or when he has to write patients' families when they die on his operating table.
"No. I'm not going through that again, even if it's only for a few days. There are plenty of warm beds out there, Jim. Don't mess around with me on this, I'm not a toy."
Jim is confused. And it makes his head hurt when Bones speaks in riddles. Jim is a captain, not a mind reader.
"Bones, what are you talking about?"
Bones pulls the glass up to his lips but doesn't take a sip, instead he just stares, those big hazel eyes boring holes into Jim like he's trying to puzzle him out with just his mind, as if he can read Jim like he's a list of symptoms, determined to make a diagnoses. Jim is desperately trying not to let the diagnosis be "hopelessly devoted to being a hot mess whenever you are around because I love, love, love you."
"I'm talking about you yanking me around, Jim. I won't let it happen. You know that this -" Bones pauses, looking frustrated. "What I mean to say is, this morning - look, you can't sleep here. Alright?"
"This morning? Bones, you're starting to freak me out."
"Don't get all concerned on me. You're the one running around the ship like I'm your latest fucking conquest and I'm not, damnit. I'm not your conquest and I'm never gonna be another notch on your bedpost. And now the whole ship is givin' me hell."
It stings. He's not sure what Bones is talking about but it all stings. How could Bones ever think anything like that?
"Bones -"
"Don't borrow trouble Jim. Don't start something you know you honestly can't finish," Bones says in this defeated tone that has Jim's mind whirling and his heart hammering in his chest. He's pretty sure he and Bones are having this colossal misunderstanding but before he can wrap his brain around what and why, Bones is up off the sofa and grumbling into the other room.
Jim is right behind him.
"Bones. It's not like that. It would never be like that."
And this is exactly what he wanted to avoid. Because there are going to be feelings talked about and all sorts of shit that Jim actually fucks up. It's not that he doesn't want to talk about it but whenever he does talk about serious things, shit hits the fan. He takes a deep breath to steady himself. Bones is in the bathroom, the door is open and Jim can see him standing in front of the mirror. He gets as close as he dares, Bones' tense body his entire focus.
"Of course you would make this hard, Bones. I've been trying really damn hard and then this seemed like such a good opportunity but I wasn't sure. We've been so busy for so long and I feel like maybe this is our chance but I didn't know and before... I dunno. Bones, it would never be like that. Not with you. Not about this." He trails off because he knows he's not saying the right thing but hell, he doesn't know what the right thing is, for fuck's sake.
"I don't want to mess this up. I'm trying really damn hard. Hell, I had a plan. It was going to involve years, I was gonna draw up some of those flow charts you like so much and Spock was going to help and I think Chekov was going to bribe you," Jim laughs in nervous and slightly wistful hopelessness. "I don't know how to do this, Bones. You've got me by my balls here."
Jim shakes his head. He can charm the pants off of women and men in bars, he can convince admirals to give him whole starships but talking about this with Bones makes him feel like he's forgotten how to speak and he's relearning to connect his brain to his mouth... rerouted through his heart.
The tension in Bones' shoulders is still there but when Jim chances a glance at Bones' face in the mirror, the frown is gone only to be replaced by something like curiosity. Jim doesn't break their eye contact and the intensity of Bones' gaze sends shivers to resonate in Jim's spine.
"Why didn't you say anything?" Bones asks.
Jim closes his eyes at the gruff sound of Bones' voice, as if he hasn't used it in a long time.
"There was no time. I was a little busy."
"Saving the world?"
"Something like that," Jim says and it feels like the air has been swept back into the room. He opens his eyes and Bones' head is tilted to the side. Jim takes a step closer to him.
"And before?"
Jim laughs. "I was scared or maybe I didn't know. This isn't normal for me, not something I'm really used to. I'm not you, I don't love like you do. Not usually. Not like this."
There. It's out there now and there really is no taking it back, no 'Hey, Bones! Just kidding about all that stuff, want to get a beer?' It's the end of the rope and Jim leans forward until his nose is pressed into the back of Bones' neck, his forehead resting at the base of Bones' skull. The soft brown hairs there tickle his skin but he doesn't move because this could be it. This could be the end game where Bones says no and they go back to ignoring and pressing but not pulling until it's gone, lost in the silence of space.
"You're such a fool," Bones whispers affectionately. Jim doesn't move.
"I know," he replies and he feels overwhelmed, like maybe he can't live like this, forever in limbo.
And suddenly he doesn't have to. He tries to take it all in but it happens so fast because suddenly he's pressed against the door jam and Bones is there, pressed against him from toe to chest to forehead and everything is so intense like Bones is actually trying to crawl inside of him. All he can do is gasp at the quiet stillness that Bones has and he's just holding him there and it feels like a different kind of limbo, one where Bones holds all the cards and is constantly throwing them up in the air to make Jim even more confused as to what game they are even playing.
"Bones," he tries to whisper but it comes out as this whimper-hiss hybrid that has Jim flushing with embarrassment and Bones pressing their lips together.
It's chaste, just the soft, dry press of Bones' lips to Jim's, but it has Jim gripping Bones' arms and vowing to never, ever let go. And one kiss becomes two as Bones mouths against him, like he's whispering words of utter sanctity against Jim's lips, slipping them inside his mouth and keeping them there. Jim tries to pull Bones closer, pulling and reaching until Bones almost loses his balance and has to take a step forward, his thigh in between Jim's legs, and it changes everything. Chaste is gone with a groan from Jim and a gasp from Bones that leaves their lips apart for a few seconds and when they come back together Bones is sweeping his way into Jim's mouth, pressing him tightly against the door jam and rocking his hips and thigh so tightly against Jim that Jim’s actually afraid he's going to come in his trousers. The kiss isn't at all violent but Bones is insistent, claiming his mouth with broad sweeps of his tongue and bold nips at his lips until Jim feels like Bones is actually fucking his mouth.
And just when Jim actually gets with the program and regains higher brain function and remembers that yes, he has hands that can touch and a tongue that can give as good as he's getting, Bones' mouth is gone, sucking a trail of kisses and bites along Jim's jaw.
"Bones," Jim gasps. "Bones, fuck, it's too fast."
But Bones doesn't stop, pause or yield, only uses his hands to tilt Jim's head and expose more of his neck for tasting. All Jim can do is moan, breathy and a bit pathetic, into the air and hold onto Bones' hair as he's devoured. He's worked one hand around to pull Bones' shirt up and the contact of Bones' actual skin against his own is enough to make Jim want more. Bones is laving at his collarbone and the area where his neck meets his shoulder and it feels so good that Jim bucks onto Bones' thigh which is pressed so tight to Jim's erection that Jim lets out a moan that would make porn sound tame.
Bones responds by sinking his teeth into Jim's shoulder and fucking rocking his world.
Jim realizes that yes, Bones is right; it's not too fast. Nothing could ever be too fucking fast. And now Jim is trying to pull both his and Bones' clothes off with minimal success because they keep having to stop to kiss, sloppy and with too much tongue. But they finally get at least Bones' shirt and undershirt off and Jim gets his gold tunic out of the way before he shoves Bones against the opposite jam of the door and drops to his knees.
"Damnit, Jim," Bones curses but it's in a completely different tone that Jim wants to hear again and again. It's all sweet tea and Georgia peaches and how Bones could have not made that sound in Jim's presence before now seems like a crime.
Jim struggles with the fastenings on Bones' jeans for a bit, mostly because he's too distracted mouthing Bones' cock through the material but also because Bones has, like, six buttons on his jeans and it's really hot but hard to get undone. Eventually, he's pulled both the jeans and the briefs down to Bones' ankle. Bones kicks them away and Jim smiles as they land halfway across the room. Then he gets distracted by something completely different.
"Jim?" Bones tugs at his hair and Jim slowly raises his eyes and tries not to drool. Bones is a picture of debauchery, his normally perfect hair is mussed beyond belief, his lips are swollen and pink and there's a pretty big hickey above his right nipple. Not to mention his cock is hard, leaking and fucking huge.
"Bones, why didn't you tell me you were hung like a horse?"
"Jim," Bones chastises and has the nerve to look bashful. Jim licks a long line from base to tip, sucking at the head and moaning. Bones bucks his hips and gasps.
"Seriously, I would have jumped your bones a long time ago if I'd known your cock was this big," Jim says as he licks and sucks at the base and places messy kisses along the underside. It's the biggest cock Jim has ever seen and Bones has the nerve to look embarrassed about it? For the love of God.
"Bones, I can't fit this in my mouth. There is no way," Jim teases before he sucks hard on the head, letting the salty taste of precome settle on his tongue. Bones growls and jerks his hips forward, forcing Jim to take more than the head in. He can't really get his mouth to take half of it so just takes a hand out to brace himself before laving his tongue on the underside and pulling off with a wet pop. Spit and come run down his chin and Jim palms himself in his too tight trousers. "But, I think there are some other places where we might get it to fit."
Bones pulls Jim to his feet and they're both off balance as they kiss, even messier and sloppier than before with Jim's tongue tasting of come and too much saliva but it doesn't stop Bones from delving in and claiming Jim's mouth again and again with rough swipes of his tongue until they are stumbling towards the bed and Bones is sucking on his tongue and Jim is trying desperately not to come in his pants. He has a funny feeling that trying not to come prematurely, like a fifteen year old boy, was going to be an issue he should just get used to with Bones around.
They finally make it over to the bed and Bones pushes Jim onto it with enough force to knock the wind out of Jim. Jim moans and arches his back as he lands with Bones right on top of him, both of them trying to get Jim out of his black pants and underwear and neither of them having a lot of success. Jim just stops trying and Bones laughs into his shoulders as he focuses on undoing the fastenings of Jim's trousers. Jim paints small, nipping kisses on every inch of skin he can reach. It doesn't really seem like enough.
"Fucking Starfleet regulation pants," Bones curses and Jim laughs as he kicks them off and wiggles out of his black briefs. The laughter breaks something in the air and Bones lifts his head to stare at Jim. If it was anyone else, Jim would say it was hesitation, but he knows it's something different. It's declaration and clarification and a confession all rolled into one.
"Trust you, Bones."
They kiss, more languid and soft but just as sloppy as they rut against each other. Jim tries his hardest to get to his hands on every fine piece of Bones' body he can, from the length of his fingers to the firm muscles in his ass. It's all fair game for Jim to pinch and lick and suck and kiss and he tries to do all those things and it feels like they're wrestling in bed until Bones pins him down and sucks at the bite mark he made earlier.
Jim keens.
"Christ, kid," Bones mumbles into his skin when Jim wraps both of his hands around their cocks and jerks them in a rough and uncoordinated rhythm. Bones doesn't help because he's trying to do something else that involves the drawers of his night stand. Jim is trying to get more friction and movement of Bones' thick cock against his body until Bones jerks away from him and Jim whines, high and protesting in his throat.
"Can it. I'm workin' here," Bones mumbles. Jim opens his eyes to see a tube of lube beside his head and Bones scooting down the bed to lift one of Jim's legs onto his shoulder. Jim complies, stretching his back and watching Bones watch him. It's the sexiest thing in the world. Their eyes never leave each other as Bones coats two fingers and pushes them both in so slow and hot that Jim curses and gasps. Bones' other hand is pressing nail prints into his thigh and Jim pushes back onto the two fingers until Bones is actually moving them, slow and twisting, barely grazing his prostate with never enough pressure to inspire anything but frustration.
"Hurry up," Jim hisses as he rolls a nipple between his fingers and watches as Bones' frowns at looks at him like he's petulant.
"Quiet. I'm not rushin' this, so you best get used to it." Bones' drawl is so thick that it practically melts into Jim's skin, all honey like, and it does not make him want to go slower, it makes him want to go faster, to get fucked and to get it done now.
"Bones," he whines and reaches to pull Bones' face down for a frantic and poorly executed kiss. Jim tries to fuck Bones' mouth but Bones bites hard on his bottom lip and pulls away just as he adds a third finger that presses just right on the upswing and has Jim moaning Bones' name like a whore.
Bones smirks like the smug bitch he is. When Jim says as much, he gets a cocked eyebrow and a hasty forth finger that has his arse burning with pleasure and pain that prickles and Jim has to reach down and still Bones' hand.
"God, Jim are you alright?" Bones' voice is full of concern and Jim immediately feels guilty.
"Yes, yes. Sorry. I was going to come," Jim gasps and hates himself for having to admit it because Bones looks smug. Jim doesn't remember sex with men being like this. Hell, he doesn't remember sex with anyone being like this. It's not like it's the best but it's so intense that Jim is amazed that any of it is real. Him and Bones. Goodness.
Jim releases Bones' wrist with a squeeze. Bones begins to slowly work his coated fingers in and out of Jim until he's so relaxed he's almost asleep, except for the teasing pressure on his prostate and the large amount of moaning he's doing. They kiss again and Bones pulls his fingers out and rearranges Jim's legs. He feels powerless against the force of Bones' coordination and grace, but he clutches at Bones' neck until he forces their foreheads together as Bones eases in.
"Breathe," Bones says and Jim tries but, Christ, he's so fucking full and Bones is so big that it burns like a mother fucker.
"Burns like a mother fucker," Jim says as he licks at Bones' lips and tries to breathe.
"Want me to stop?"
"God no, please don't." Jim takes a deep breath and tries to get the begging under control. Seriously. "Just - just go slow."
"Who would ever believe it, Captain James T. Kirk wants to take things slow."
Jim moans and bucks so hard he almost impales himself on Bones' cock. Bones steadies him with a wide palm on his hip and an arched eyebrow.
"Don't say captain when you're trying to get your huge cock inside of me, Bones. It's too much."
Bones just laughs, pressing in so deep until Jim is panting. Finally, it seems like forever and Jim is plotting ten times the abuse on Bones for ever having such a large cock and for ever making Jim love him so much as to want it in his ass, but Bones is finally all the way inside.
"Holy shit."
"Jim," is the only response he gets from Bones, whose eyes are closed, and he's practically vibrating. Jim breathes, in and out until his body relaxes. He wiggles a bit and then kisses Bones, licking into his mouth with lazy tilts of his tongue. Jim moves his legs off of Bones' shoulders and wraps them tightly around his back, the small movement making both him and Bones moan. Bones opens his eyes and they kiss as Bones' hips move.
Their rhythm is a bit off, since they are pressed so close together, but Bones doesn't seem to mind. They rock slowly until Jim gets tired and just needs more, more of Bones inside of him than he ever thought possible.
"Harder, Bones. Come on," he moans and they make eye contact as Bones rearranges their limbs to put some distance between them before he pulls out, leaving just the tip of him inside, and Jim clenches until Bones curses and slams into him so hard he fucking moves up the bed with the force of it.
After that, Jim can't really stop babbling.
It's mostly just 'yes' and 'oh god, fuck yes' but sometimes it's 'bonesbonesbonesbones' and 'so good, you bastard' and a dozen other things that have them both groaning into the heat of the room and each other's mouths. It doesn't take much before Jim can feel the familiar burn of his orgasm hurtling toward him at great speed.
"Bones," he warns as he ducks his head and sucks at a patch of skin by Bones' ear. He's pretty sure he's leaving a hickey and Bones is going to kill him for it but he's so insanely close.
"Can you come like this?"
And it's insane because Jim's never come without someone touching his cock but he's pretty sure with the friction from Bones' body pressed against him and the fact that Bones doesn't seem to be able to miss his prostate on any stroke, that yeah, he could probably come like this.
He doesn't get to tell Bones this because he's coming with two thrusts that ram right into his prostate and send Jim flying, hot bursts of come in between them and an orgasm so strong it fucking hurts. He's gasping and oh fuck, it's so good, babbling nonsense and moaning as Bones fucks him through it and Jim can barely get his eyes open when Bones' breath hitches and he comes with a growled 'Jim' and an open mouth.
Jim almost wants to come again on the spot from the sheer beauty of it.
Bones falls on top of him, still inside of him, and Jim can't stop sleep from coming. He fights to stay awake to at least tell Bones something, anything (like how fucking sore he's going to be for, like, WEEKS) but he's asleep before he has time to do anything but cling to Bones' heavy form.
Jim puts down a large box and whimpers out of sheer sympathy for the pain in his back. When he is able to straighten up he glares at the figure standing in the door.
"Fuck, Bones where the hell did you put all these books in your other quarters?"
"Didn't," he says jovially and steps into the room with a considerably smaller box. Jim glares. "It was all in storage in Engineering but since your quarters are obviously larger than mine, I can bring them out."
"I hate you."
"We both know that's not true," Bones replies as he walks over and rubs tiny circles into Jim lower back.
Jim's body betrays his anger by melting into the thousand-book-hoarding bastard.
"Hmm, shut it," Jim mumbles as the pain ebbs and is replaced by the gravity of their situation. Bones. Moving in. With him. Jim grins like an idiot.
"What are you smiling about? Because I'm not letting you bully me into that stupid Santa suit. I already told you -"
Jim shuts him up with a kiss. Bones is flushed and looking at him in a way that makes Jim want to die with giddy, pathetic, happiness - like the only thing Bones needs in the entire world is him, like that could possibly be enough.
"Merry Christmas, Jim."
"Merry Christmas, Bones." They kiss again and Jim tries not to cling too much. Life is fucking awesome. They separate and Bones heads to one of the boxes and opens it up. Jim grins wickedly.
"Jim, tell me why there aren't books in this box but Christmas lights?"
"Because you, me and the rest of the senior officers are going to decorate the entire ship with lights, you know, as a gift to the crew on this cheery holiday season."
Bones stills. Jim cocks a hip and smiles.
"You're not kidding, are you?"
"Not a chance."
"Damnit, Jim!"
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Date: 2010-01-06 05:47 pm (UTC)I love the snark and train of thought and grumpy-bigcock bones and lovedrunk-plotty Jim, and Checkov making noises!
Well done!
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Date: 2010-01-06 06:59 pm (UTC)... *gains so maturity*...
This was really fantastic, from foam to finish. It's just so awesome and brilliant and hilarious. Jim's perspective is so him and the dialogue is so them. Bones is deliciously grumpy.
There's so much that I want to quote but honestly, it'd just be a repeat of the story.
Jim lolls his head towards Bones, who has taken to leaning forward, knees apart with his elbows resting gently on top of them. Jim tries not to stare at Bones' crotch. It's too much to ask of Jim right now. So he just tries not to drool.
This whole fic had me laughing in my head but this is when I started to laugh out loud…and never really ceased.
He always told Bones that the reason Jim had given him the nickname was because on the shuttle to Starfleet Bones had said that all he had left was his bones. But the real reason is because Bones burrowed so deep inside of Jim, got to a place that no one has ever been before - so deep it was to the marrow of the bone. That and, well, after three days Jim had had a constant boner with Bones around. But really, what Bones doesn't know won't disturb him!
I believe that this is the true story.
Jim shakes his head. He can charm the pants off of women and men in bars, he can convince admirals to give him whole starships but talking about this with Bones makes him feel like he's forgotten how to speak and he's relearning to connect his brain to his mouth... rerouted through his heart.
Oh, Jim… ♥
"Damnit, Jim," Bones curses but it's in a completely different tone that Jim wants to hear again and again. It's all sweet tea and Georgia peaches and how Bones could have not made that sound in Jim's presence before now seems like a crime.
Don’t know why exactly but this is my favorite sentence.
Bones’ huge cock? You’re killing me, it’s killing me. Seriously. Because oh my gosh…*blushes*
The sex was smokin' like fire, bb. *fans self*. It's seriously one of the best first time sexings that I've read in the fandom.
Yay! for Jim getting his Bones in the end. Domesticity does me in like no other :)
I just loved all of this ♥
*bats eyelashes* Write more?
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Date: 2010-01-06 08:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-07 05:04 am (UTC)Gah, you've done it. You've turned me into a Kirk/Bones shipper. This was so hilarious and HOT and awesome and also really touching and adorable. <3 I love how you write nu!Kirk sooo
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Date: 2010-01-07 09:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad you read it. Thanks for commenting love.
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Date: 2010-01-07 09:43 pm (UTC)Hugecock!bones came out of fucking nowhere. I'm not sure how that happened. BAH. Lol. But I'm glad you liked it. ; )
This is such a lovely comment. !!!
Oh. And I'll eventually post to
As for more... I have three fics in progress that involve Kirk and Bones. The rest are RPS.
THANK YOU!
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Date: 2010-01-07 09:46 pm (UTC)I'm so glad everything, in all the quirkiness of the piece, work for you. From nickname to nipples and of course, well hung Bones (which I have no idea where that came from but it's there and Kirk likes it, I'm sure).
I'm so happy you enjoyed it. And that I turned you into a Kirk/Bones shipper. Thanks for such a wonderful comment.
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Date: 2010-01-08 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-08 08:30 pm (UTC)The only thing I would change would be this:
There were times, usually when death was eminent
Eminent means outstanding, while imminent means about to happen.
Great story!!
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Date: 2010-01-08 09:46 pm (UTC)Bones comes into his vision like a very angry and eyebrow-ridden exclamation point.
That is one of the greatest descriptions I've ever seen, no lie.
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Date: 2010-01-08 10:04 pm (UTC)Well done. :-)
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Date: 2010-01-08 10:11 pm (UTC)It contained one of the best every 'I'm a doctor...' comments!
"First, don't go callin' me Bonesy. It's ridiculous. I'm a doctor not a stuffed toy."
Swear to God, you should make this a macro on
"love of my life with a drinking problem, perpetual five o'clock shadow, killer hands and instant-erection accent"
And I enjoyed the slightly hyper!Jim: ,i>He just wants to skip to the sex and the cuddling and maybe the moving in.
And best till last: holy FUCK the sex was just mindblowing, the way you kep the jokes coming yet it was intense and erotic. I loved the way you slowed everything down - fucking beautiful, And big!cock!Bones is now my own personal canon. Thanks bb!
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Date: 2010-01-08 10:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for the typo fix! There are always some that fall through the cracks!
Thank you for taking the time and commenting.
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Date: 2010-01-08 10:27 pm (UTC)Hehe. I'm glad you enjoyed it and took the time to comment!
Thanks!
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Date: 2010-01-08 10:28 pm (UTC)Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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Date: 2010-01-08 10:30 pm (UTC)LOL. Maybe I will. ; )
I kind of think of Jim as being everywhere all at once. He's totally hyper and spastic, while simultaneously managing to be awesome and genius at the same time.
I'm glad you liked the sex. Because I was worried that the change was too much in the one. ; ) And really, how can deny big!cock!Bones? Lol.
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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Date: 2010-01-09 06:17 am (UTC)So, so, funny. And hot. And even a bit silly, but not too silly. And hot.
Wonderful stuff!
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Date: 2010-01-09 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-09 03:55 pm (UTC)this was amazing, in that every other line was freaking hysterical. Seriously, i was trying to keep track of all the funny lines but i had to stop because i was copying and pasting like every other line and the comment would have been the length of this fic. so instead, i'll just say, well done, and I will definitely be reading this again. Oh, and HOTTTT.
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Date: 2010-01-09 05:41 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. ; ) Seriously. This is such a lovely comment.
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Date: 2010-01-09 05:42 pm (UTC)The silliness hopefully adds to it's charm? Lol.
Thanks for taking the time to comment again.
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Date: 2010-01-09 05:43 pm (UTC)I LOVE WESTWING SO HARD. IT'S EMBARRASSING.
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Date: 2010-01-09 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-09 07:34 pm (UTC)Huge cock!Bones is my own personal kink. So, you know it was totally TOTALLY self serving. So fabulousness. I am very happy that you enjoyed it and all it's crackalackin-ness. ; ) Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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Date: 2010-01-09 07:35 pm (UTC)Thanks for read and taking the time to comment. : )
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Date: 2010-01-10 03:08 am (UTC)Way Awesome!
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Date: 2010-01-13 05:34 am (UTC)I mean, that entire section, but ... I giggle to myself, sometimes, when I think about Kirk asking for the finest muffins and bagels in all the land.
That line itself is awesome sauce. The concept of which is brilliant.
And I wonder what the Starbucks girl would give me if I asked for the finest bagels in all the land? I might have to try that ...
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Date: 2010-01-13 05:30 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed Jim's rants, they were liberally stolen from The West Wing. ; ) Because I'm a totally nerd like htat.
You know, the Starbucks girl would probably look at you strangely but hands down she wouldn't deny you a bagel. Lol.
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Date: 2010-01-13 05:30 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2010-01-14 12:03 am (UTC)Glad we're cool with this.
When he tells the bridge crew that he drinks from the keg of glory, Sulu gives him a thumbs up and Spock calls Sickbay.
It's awesome sauce.
Mother of ALL LOLS.
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Date: 2010-01-14 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-14 08:26 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the West Wing shout out. ; ) And the fact that Jim is totally a child!!
Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Date: 2010-01-15 04:02 am (UTC)This was not only freaking hot and absurdly sexy but also very well written!
Thank you *turning the fan on to dissipate the heat*
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Date: 2010-01-16 05:27 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment.
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Date: 2010-01-27 12:19 am (UTC)both parts were funny and so much like bones and kirk!
thumbs up!
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Date: 2010-03-21 07:31 pm (UTC)But...."When he tells the bridge crew that he drinks from the keg of glory....", is truly a genius piece of writing. It had me chuckling even through the sex scene.
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Date: 2010-03-23 05:51 am (UTC)I can't take credit for that line. It's from The West Wing (Season One, Episode Two). Aaron Sorkin is a brilliantly talented writer and I love it when people point out his lines so I can tell them. ; )
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