.one (we show great loyalty to the hard times we've been through)
Title: we dance like drunken sailors
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,400 approx
Summary: Written for the sake of writing something. Set after the Narada incident, Bones is fed up of meetings with the admiralty.
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Title, header and cut text belong to The Mountain Goats.
Jim smiles at him from across the room and it's just two more hours until they can leave, get back to their temporary officer's quarters while they wait for the Enterprise to be repaired and Jim to be officially named as the captain. Starfleet have refused to say for sure, but it's obvious to everyone that Jim will take command of the ship that saved Earth.
The past few weeks have been endless meetings about what, Leonard doesn't know. He started blanking out the words as soon as he realised that he wasn't really needed there. This is their last meeting, debriefing, press conference, any sort of anything with the higher-ups of Starfleet and Leonard can't wait to be free of Starfleet and their bureaucracy. He just wants to go to Georgia and to Iowa and be in the sunshine with Jim. He just wants a break, wants to spend his time with Jim's dazzling smiles and bright eyes, not Starfleet and their stuffy conference rooms.
Leonard smiles back at Jim, wishing that it was Jim next to him and not Nyota, because as lovely as she is, right now he just needs to lean over and mutter in Jim's ear about stuck up admirals who don't know how to leave things alone. Chekov is on his other side, god knows why the kid is here, why any of them are here, and he's almost falling asleep. Leonard contemplates elbowing him in the side to wake him up but that's probably cruel. He's probably got Sulu keeping him up all night with his muscular arms and sideways smiles.
The minutes trickle away slower than Leonard thought possible until he's considering faking a seizure to be able to leave. Jim looks just as bored, leaning on one hand and trying to keep his eyes open. The admirals and others haven't even noticed, still droning on about relations between the Federation and the Romulans, and why does Leonard care? He can tell straight off the bat that things aren't going to be good, and that some time in the future the Enterprise will probably be at the forefront of the disintergrating relations, but right now, here in conference room C breathing in stale air and drinking room temperature water, he just can't bring himself to care. He'll deal with it if and when they get to it. Right now he wants three fingers of bourbon, a good mystery holonovel and Jim at his side, fidgeting constantly and breathing through his mouth in that loud, annoyingly cute way he does when he's tired.
And finally, finally, they're wrapping up, and everyone's standing and forcing fake smiles on their faces as they shake hands and exchange pleasantries. Leonard bothers with none of that, letting a tired scowl settle on his face as he waits by the door for Jim to be finished, nodding at Sulu and Chekov and then Spock and Uhura as they leave, ignoring the rest that pass him except for Scotty, no doubt thinking about sandwiches. Jim is the last to leave, there's a surprise, flirting with the female ambassador who's supposed to be unmatched in diplomacy, although Leonard thinks it might have something to do with her ample breasts, and he doesn't mind that Jim's flirting because it's Jim, and his dying breath will be spent flirting with his nurse. Trying to stop Jim from flirting would be impossible.
Leonard starts to leave the room a bit ahead of Jim, walking away as Jim says goodbye to his ambassador. He could hear the giggling a mile away. Jim jogs to catch up with Leonard, slinging an arm around his neck and pulling him close. Leonard scowls and grumps and rolls his eyes, but doesn't pull away, and Jim knows that Leonard's not mad because Jim was flirting because neither of them are the jealous sort, but he knows Leonard is tired and fed up so he doesn't try to lengthen their walk back by pulling him into dark corners and sticking his hands down his pants because Jim is oh so classy like that. They just walk, Jim's arm still around his neck making it a bit harder to walk but Leonard doesn't want to move it so lets it stay there instead, and sometimes as they walk Jim runs his fingers up and down Leonard's neck and sometimes their foreheads bump together, they're walking that close--he hopes to god that they're not becoming one of those couples that walk around like they're stuck to each other because quite frankly, it's sickening, and Leonard is far too old for it--and it's been nearly three years since they started fooling around and one and a half since it became something more that Leonard still can't name, but damn if it still doesn't send sparks shooting through him and down his spine everytime Jim Kirk, Saviour of the Earth, looks at him with his sharp blue eyes. When he touches him, it's even worse, and yes, Leonard is a fourteen year old girl, apparently.
Jim takes his arm away from Leonard when they get back to the quarters that they're staying at, big quarters that feel too impersonal even though they've decorated it with pictures Jo drew that were on the walls of Leonard's old dorm. There's just too much space, after getting used to the cramped dorms and then the cramped room they shared on the Enterprise that had been assigned to Leonard before he got promoted, because Leonard didn't want to sleep in a dead man's room and Jim didn't want to sleep in a room with Pike's belongings in them while the man slept in sickbay, unable to move.
Leonard goes through the door first, Jim following, tugging on the sleeve of Leonard's red cadet jacket. They both shuck their shoes as soon as the door closes behind him, then tug off their uniforms until they're both in boxer shorts and the black undershirts. Leonard pulls on a pair of old, loose sweatpants that may be his, or may be Jim's, he's not sure and he doesn't care. Then he goes to pour him and Jim a drink, shrugging Jim off when Jim attaches himself to Leonard's back and kisses his neck.
"Patience, you horny bastard." Leonard hands Jim his drink and goes to sit on the couch, stretching out and picking up his padd to read his holonovel. Jim sighs fondly and flops down next to him, picking up his own padd to no doubt read up on the progress of the Enterprise's repairs.
It doesn't even occur to Leonard that he hasn't eaten since the morning until his stomach rumbles loudly, and Jim, ever the kid, laughs.
"Sounds like you could use some food, Bones," he says, putting down his padd, standing up and tugging a pair of jeans on. "Chinese good for you?" Jim is ruffling his hair--infuriating little jackass--and out the door before Leonard can answer; they both know that Chinese is good for Leonard, that it's his favourite thing to eat if they're getting take-out. Leonard shifts on the couch and lifts his padd again. He's almost finished the mystery holonovel, it's getting to the climax, so he barely notices when Jim returns fifteen minutes later carrying a paper bag full of delicious smelling Chinese food. He dumps the food on the table in the kitchen and crouches in front of Leonard, pulling the padd out of his hands and kissing away his short protests.
They eat quickly, too hungry and too tired to do much talking, to do anything but eat. The food is good; Jim must have gone to their favourite take-out restaurant. When they've finished they stack the plates in the sink to wash them tomorrow and go to bed, shedding clothes as they go, lazily kissing and groping beneath the sheets until Jim rolls on top, aligns their hips and rocks against Leonard, slowly at first--Leonard drawling darling in Jim's ear because he knows how much he likes it--and then speeding up until they're both coming, Leonard with a gasp into Jim's neck, and Jim with a grunt as he bites at the junction between Leonard's neck and his shoulder.
Jim goes to get a damp cloth and cleans them off as Leonard slowly drifts off to sleep. He's dimly aware of Jim curling up next to him, flinging a leg over Leonard's and an arm over his chest, tucking his face into Leonard's neck. Jim presses a sloppy kiss to Leonard's neck, and Leonard slowly loses consciousness, smiling slightly at the feeling of Jim next to him, warm and comforting.
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,400 approx
Summary: Written for the sake of writing something. Set after the Narada incident, Bones is fed up of meetings with the admiralty.
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. Title, header and cut text belong to The Mountain Goats.
Jim smiles at him from across the room and it's just two more hours until they can leave, get back to their temporary officer's quarters while they wait for the Enterprise to be repaired and Jim to be officially named as the captain. Starfleet have refused to say for sure, but it's obvious to everyone that Jim will take command of the ship that saved Earth.
The past few weeks have been endless meetings about what, Leonard doesn't know. He started blanking out the words as soon as he realised that he wasn't really needed there. This is their last meeting, debriefing, press conference, any sort of anything with the higher-ups of Starfleet and Leonard can't wait to be free of Starfleet and their bureaucracy. He just wants to go to Georgia and to Iowa and be in the sunshine with Jim. He just wants a break, wants to spend his time with Jim's dazzling smiles and bright eyes, not Starfleet and their stuffy conference rooms.
Leonard smiles back at Jim, wishing that it was Jim next to him and not Nyota, because as lovely as she is, right now he just needs to lean over and mutter in Jim's ear about stuck up admirals who don't know how to leave things alone. Chekov is on his other side, god knows why the kid is here, why any of them are here, and he's almost falling asleep. Leonard contemplates elbowing him in the side to wake him up but that's probably cruel. He's probably got Sulu keeping him up all night with his muscular arms and sideways smiles.
The minutes trickle away slower than Leonard thought possible until he's considering faking a seizure to be able to leave. Jim looks just as bored, leaning on one hand and trying to keep his eyes open. The admirals and others haven't even noticed, still droning on about relations between the Federation and the Romulans, and why does Leonard care? He can tell straight off the bat that things aren't going to be good, and that some time in the future the Enterprise will probably be at the forefront of the disintergrating relations, but right now, here in conference room C breathing in stale air and drinking room temperature water, he just can't bring himself to care. He'll deal with it if and when they get to it. Right now he wants three fingers of bourbon, a good mystery holonovel and Jim at his side, fidgeting constantly and breathing through his mouth in that loud, annoyingly cute way he does when he's tired.
And finally, finally, they're wrapping up, and everyone's standing and forcing fake smiles on their faces as they shake hands and exchange pleasantries. Leonard bothers with none of that, letting a tired scowl settle on his face as he waits by the door for Jim to be finished, nodding at Sulu and Chekov and then Spock and Uhura as they leave, ignoring the rest that pass him except for Scotty, no doubt thinking about sandwiches. Jim is the last to leave, there's a surprise, flirting with the female ambassador who's supposed to be unmatched in diplomacy, although Leonard thinks it might have something to do with her ample breasts, and he doesn't mind that Jim's flirting because it's Jim, and his dying breath will be spent flirting with his nurse. Trying to stop Jim from flirting would be impossible.
Leonard starts to leave the room a bit ahead of Jim, walking away as Jim says goodbye to his ambassador. He could hear the giggling a mile away. Jim jogs to catch up with Leonard, slinging an arm around his neck and pulling him close. Leonard scowls and grumps and rolls his eyes, but doesn't pull away, and Jim knows that Leonard's not mad because Jim was flirting because neither of them are the jealous sort, but he knows Leonard is tired and fed up so he doesn't try to lengthen their walk back by pulling him into dark corners and sticking his hands down his pants because Jim is oh so classy like that. They just walk, Jim's arm still around his neck making it a bit harder to walk but Leonard doesn't want to move it so lets it stay there instead, and sometimes as they walk Jim runs his fingers up and down Leonard's neck and sometimes their foreheads bump together, they're walking that close--he hopes to god that they're not becoming one of those couples that walk around like they're stuck to each other because quite frankly, it's sickening, and Leonard is far too old for it--and it's been nearly three years since they started fooling around and one and a half since it became something more that Leonard still can't name, but damn if it still doesn't send sparks shooting through him and down his spine everytime Jim Kirk, Saviour of the Earth, looks at him with his sharp blue eyes. When he touches him, it's even worse, and yes, Leonard is a fourteen year old girl, apparently.
Jim takes his arm away from Leonard when they get back to the quarters that they're staying at, big quarters that feel too impersonal even though they've decorated it with pictures Jo drew that were on the walls of Leonard's old dorm. There's just too much space, after getting used to the cramped dorms and then the cramped room they shared on the Enterprise that had been assigned to Leonard before he got promoted, because Leonard didn't want to sleep in a dead man's room and Jim didn't want to sleep in a room with Pike's belongings in them while the man slept in sickbay, unable to move.
Leonard goes through the door first, Jim following, tugging on the sleeve of Leonard's red cadet jacket. They both shuck their shoes as soon as the door closes behind him, then tug off their uniforms until they're both in boxer shorts and the black undershirts. Leonard pulls on a pair of old, loose sweatpants that may be his, or may be Jim's, he's not sure and he doesn't care. Then he goes to pour him and Jim a drink, shrugging Jim off when Jim attaches himself to Leonard's back and kisses his neck.
"Patience, you horny bastard." Leonard hands Jim his drink and goes to sit on the couch, stretching out and picking up his padd to read his holonovel. Jim sighs fondly and flops down next to him, picking up his own padd to no doubt read up on the progress of the Enterprise's repairs.
It doesn't even occur to Leonard that he hasn't eaten since the morning until his stomach rumbles loudly, and Jim, ever the kid, laughs.
"Sounds like you could use some food, Bones," he says, putting down his padd, standing up and tugging a pair of jeans on. "Chinese good for you?" Jim is ruffling his hair--infuriating little jackass--and out the door before Leonard can answer; they both know that Chinese is good for Leonard, that it's his favourite thing to eat if they're getting take-out. Leonard shifts on the couch and lifts his padd again. He's almost finished the mystery holonovel, it's getting to the climax, so he barely notices when Jim returns fifteen minutes later carrying a paper bag full of delicious smelling Chinese food. He dumps the food on the table in the kitchen and crouches in front of Leonard, pulling the padd out of his hands and kissing away his short protests.
They eat quickly, too hungry and too tired to do much talking, to do anything but eat. The food is good; Jim must have gone to their favourite take-out restaurant. When they've finished they stack the plates in the sink to wash them tomorrow and go to bed, shedding clothes as they go, lazily kissing and groping beneath the sheets until Jim rolls on top, aligns their hips and rocks against Leonard, slowly at first--Leonard drawling darling in Jim's ear because he knows how much he likes it--and then speeding up until they're both coming, Leonard with a gasp into Jim's neck, and Jim with a grunt as he bites at the junction between Leonard's neck and his shoulder.
Jim goes to get a damp cloth and cleans them off as Leonard slowly drifts off to sleep. He's dimly aware of Jim curling up next to him, flinging a leg over Leonard's and an arm over his chest, tucking his face into Leonard's neck. Jim presses a sloppy kiss to Leonard's neck, and Leonard slowly loses consciousness, smiling slightly at the feeling of Jim next to him, warm and comforting.