Fic: Sway With Me
Written for SFW prompt for 21st May at jim_and_bones community. Suggestive imagery ahead!
Sway With Me
There were ways Bones would like to spend his hard-earned shore leave and then there had been ways he would say "bloody hells, I'll pass" to. Trust it to Jim to talk him into agreeing with doing exactly that. How else to explain that he found himself in the biggest disco party on the whole planet of who-the-hell-cares-about-its-name?
He hated this kind of parties. He always did. The music was too loud, people were too touchy-feely, lights made his eyes bleed and his head hurt after a while, they never had anything decend to drink and merciful gods, the music they always played...! Of course, you can't expect classics being played at disco parties, but sometimes, the selection of songs played had been plainly awful and the DJs incapable idiots who thought they make good impressions on the girls, if they did the DJing.
Well, they definitely were making impression on him. NOT.
This party seemed to be rather different than the ones he had been used to. People actually minded their own business, absolutely uncaring about him and that was fine by him. The drinks they served here were of the crazy colours variety - but they were of good taste and good price, and once he had the radiant blue one, he found himself liking the music even more than he already did. It was smooth and it was making him feel relaxed, almost fluid in his movements.
He was unsure about how exactly he lost his shirt - but when the music switched from wild and almost frantic melody to slow one, he found himself embracing Jim from behind, sneaking his arms around the younger man, pressing himself against him. Swaying into the music seemed like a good way to do, and Jim didn't protest, when he led their movements into slow sway or rotated their hips.
He liked the freedom he had in touching Jim now, letting his hands slide under his tanktop, enjoying the way the muscles moved under his touch, the way Jim threw his head back at the sensation, allowing him to explore the skin there.
Well, with Jim presssed against him, he thought that maybe he will start to like parties. Just maybe.
Sway With Me
There were ways Bones would like to spend his hard-earned shore leave and then there had been ways he would say "bloody hells, I'll pass" to. Trust it to Jim to talk him into agreeing with doing exactly that. How else to explain that he found himself in the biggest disco party on the whole planet of who-the-hell-cares-about-its-name?
He hated this kind of parties. He always did. The music was too loud, people were too touchy-feely, lights made his eyes bleed and his head hurt after a while, they never had anything decend to drink and merciful gods, the music they always played...! Of course, you can't expect classics being played at disco parties, but sometimes, the selection of songs played had been plainly awful and the DJs incapable idiots who thought they make good impressions on the girls, if they did the DJing.
Well, they definitely were making impression on him. NOT.
This party seemed to be rather different than the ones he had been used to. People actually minded their own business, absolutely uncaring about him and that was fine by him. The drinks they served here were of the crazy colours variety - but they were of good taste and good price, and once he had the radiant blue one, he found himself liking the music even more than he already did. It was smooth and it was making him feel relaxed, almost fluid in his movements.
He was unsure about how exactly he lost his shirt - but when the music switched from wild and almost frantic melody to slow one, he found himself embracing Jim from behind, sneaking his arms around the younger man, pressing himself against him. Swaying into the music seemed like a good way to do, and Jim didn't protest, when he led their movements into slow sway or rotated their hips.
He liked the freedom he had in touching Jim now, letting his hands slide under his tanktop, enjoying the way the muscles moved under his touch, the way Jim threw his head back at the sensation, allowing him to explore the skin there.
Well, with Jim presssed against him, he thought that maybe he will start to like parties. Just maybe.