Snowed In
Title: Snowed In
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, and make no money off this
Bingo: Schmoop, Snowed in
Warnings: None
Summary: Jim's plans for vacation don't go quite as planned
A/N: Thanks to pervyficgirl for the beta and dancing_mercury for the readthrough
It felt like they were the only two people in the world. Which was okay, really. Jim didn't really want anyone else to exist for a while. There was no one to call Bones out on a surgery, or consult him on a disease treatment. No one to declare an emergency and pull him into the ER because he was the only one who had a fucking clue how to triage. Sometimes Jim feared if he didn't get Bones as his CMO the whole ship would die of some stupid-ass plague because sometimes he believed Bones about the entire medical staff being fucking morons who couldn't read a tricorder with written instructions.
It wasn't even bad that they were snowed in. Yeah, it hadn't been Jim's original plan, but he was good at adapting to change. Plans changed, and he changed with them. Besides, more Bones and him time all alone really wasn't a bad thing. They had food for a month, booze for about that long, and there was only one room to this cabin and it did have a fireplace, so even if/when the power went out they could just press together for warmth. Preferably naked. Naked Bones was something Jim wasn't about to complain about. Oh, Jim knew there were hotter specimens out there, but really? Who cared? Who cared if Bones had a hint of pudge around the middle? It was his pudge and it was gorgeous. Besides, the pudge came with the hands, and fuck. Once you went surgeon, you never went back to mere mortal hands. Bones could reduce him to a puddle of groaning mush in no time at all. Jim could swear he knew where every nerve cluster was, and how to manipulate them just to produce the most amazing reactions.
Of course, that wasn't even counting the fact that Bones could melt someone on voice alone, especially once he started in with that soft southern accent and the gentleman act. A couple "darlin's" and Jim was a total goner. Of course, he had his own skills to use on Bones, and Bones clearly hadn't had any complaints, even if Jim wasn't nearly good enough for him. Jim still wasn't sure why Bones hadn't thrown him and his issues to the curb, but Jim wasn't going to suggest it. Eventually Bones would probably get sick of his baggage and decide he wasn't nearly a good enough of a fuck to put up with all that, but until then Jim was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Like right now, with the both of them having created a nest on the floor. There was some kind of replicated bear skin insulating them from the wooden boards. At least, Jim hoped it was a replica. The bear must have been humongous if it hadn't been. They had all sorts of afghans to make their blankets, and it was about the most comfortable bed they could have without actually going to the bed that was snugged into the corner of the cabin. They'd get there, eventually, of course. Jim had great plans for that bed, and when he'd tested it, it had proven to be quite strong against his bouncing on it. Something that earned him an eyebrow raise and rolling eyes at the same time. He wasn't sure how Bones did that. More proof of his skills.
"You in there?" Bones asked, stroking Jim's hair.
"Mmm?" Jim looked over at him. "Yeah, I'm here. Just thinking."
"Worrying at something y'mean," Bones chided. "You're the one who wanted to come out to this godforsaken area to leave our worries behind..."
"I'll stop," Jim promised. Only six months or so until they were graduated, and assigned who knew where. He was hoping they'd be assigned to the same ship, but bureaucracy might kick their asses.
"Stopping means you quit doin' it, darlin'," Bones sighed, and rolled up on his side to kiss Jim. That definitely had a positive effect on his worrying. Bones kissed like a fucking god. Just the right amount of moisture and tongue and pressure. Jim rolled onto his back to let Bones continue with his distractions.
Eventually they collapsed back into their blankets, Jim laying on his side against Bones, Bones' hand stroking up and down his back as they panted. "That was much better than worrying."
"No shit, kid," Bones grumbled.
"If the snow lets up, let's build a snow fort," Jim suggested. "Biggest one ever." They did have two weeks to be here. Longer if they couldn't get out 'cause of the blizzard overhead.
"If the snow lets up, we should find your god-damned bike," Bones countered. They'd had to ditch it when the going got too tough for it, about a half mile or so back down the road from the cabin. They were lucky they'd gotten so close before she'd given up the ghost.
"That too. After we build the fort." Jim grinned. They'd build the fort and then go inside for hot chocolate. He'd brought the real stuff and he could cook pretty good over a fire. Sucked in a real kitchen, but so long as he was using the fireplace they wouldn't get food poisoning. There was a stew that was a testament to his fire cooking right now in a dutch oven on the whatever it was called that held things like pots. He'd research it when he got back. Maybe find some new recipes too. He had enough that they wouldn't get bored, especially if Bones supplemented with the real kitchen for as long as it worked, but the recipes were handy to know.
He smiled when he realized that Bones had dozed off. Apparently slogging through the drifts once his bike had given up, checking the cabin and bringing in the, along with the awesome sex, had worn his Bones out. He kissed Bones' cheek and wrapped them in another layer of blankets. If they were the only two people in the world, he'd better take good care of his Bones.
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, and make no money off this
Bingo: Schmoop, Snowed in
Warnings: None
Summary: Jim's plans for vacation don't go quite as planned
A/N: Thanks to pervyficgirl for the beta and dancing_mercury for the readthrough
It felt like they were the only two people in the world. Which was okay, really. Jim didn't really want anyone else to exist for a while. There was no one to call Bones out on a surgery, or consult him on a disease treatment. No one to declare an emergency and pull him into the ER because he was the only one who had a fucking clue how to triage. Sometimes Jim feared if he didn't get Bones as his CMO the whole ship would die of some stupid-ass plague because sometimes he believed Bones about the entire medical staff being fucking morons who couldn't read a tricorder with written instructions.
It wasn't even bad that they were snowed in. Yeah, it hadn't been Jim's original plan, but he was good at adapting to change. Plans changed, and he changed with them. Besides, more Bones and him time all alone really wasn't a bad thing. They had food for a month, booze for about that long, and there was only one room to this cabin and it did have a fireplace, so even if/when the power went out they could just press together for warmth. Preferably naked. Naked Bones was something Jim wasn't about to complain about. Oh, Jim knew there were hotter specimens out there, but really? Who cared? Who cared if Bones had a hint of pudge around the middle? It was his pudge and it was gorgeous. Besides, the pudge came with the hands, and fuck. Once you went surgeon, you never went back to mere mortal hands. Bones could reduce him to a puddle of groaning mush in no time at all. Jim could swear he knew where every nerve cluster was, and how to manipulate them just to produce the most amazing reactions.
Of course, that wasn't even counting the fact that Bones could melt someone on voice alone, especially once he started in with that soft southern accent and the gentleman act. A couple "darlin's" and Jim was a total goner. Of course, he had his own skills to use on Bones, and Bones clearly hadn't had any complaints, even if Jim wasn't nearly good enough for him. Jim still wasn't sure why Bones hadn't thrown him and his issues to the curb, but Jim wasn't going to suggest it. Eventually Bones would probably get sick of his baggage and decide he wasn't nearly a good enough of a fuck to put up with all that, but until then Jim was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Like right now, with the both of them having created a nest on the floor. There was some kind of replicated bear skin insulating them from the wooden boards. At least, Jim hoped it was a replica. The bear must have been humongous if it hadn't been. They had all sorts of afghans to make their blankets, and it was about the most comfortable bed they could have without actually going to the bed that was snugged into the corner of the cabin. They'd get there, eventually, of course. Jim had great plans for that bed, and when he'd tested it, it had proven to be quite strong against his bouncing on it. Something that earned him an eyebrow raise and rolling eyes at the same time. He wasn't sure how Bones did that. More proof of his skills.
"You in there?" Bones asked, stroking Jim's hair.
"Mmm?" Jim looked over at him. "Yeah, I'm here. Just thinking."
"Worrying at something y'mean," Bones chided. "You're the one who wanted to come out to this godforsaken area to leave our worries behind..."
"I'll stop," Jim promised. Only six months or so until they were graduated, and assigned who knew where. He was hoping they'd be assigned to the same ship, but bureaucracy might kick their asses.
"Stopping means you quit doin' it, darlin'," Bones sighed, and rolled up on his side to kiss Jim. That definitely had a positive effect on his worrying. Bones kissed like a fucking god. Just the right amount of moisture and tongue and pressure. Jim rolled onto his back to let Bones continue with his distractions.
Eventually they collapsed back into their blankets, Jim laying on his side against Bones, Bones' hand stroking up and down his back as they panted. "That was much better than worrying."
"No shit, kid," Bones grumbled.
"If the snow lets up, let's build a snow fort," Jim suggested. "Biggest one ever." They did have two weeks to be here. Longer if they couldn't get out 'cause of the blizzard overhead.
"If the snow lets up, we should find your god-damned bike," Bones countered. They'd had to ditch it when the going got too tough for it, about a half mile or so back down the road from the cabin. They were lucky they'd gotten so close before she'd given up the ghost.
"That too. After we build the fort." Jim grinned. They'd build the fort and then go inside for hot chocolate. He'd brought the real stuff and he could cook pretty good over a fire. Sucked in a real kitchen, but so long as he was using the fireplace they wouldn't get food poisoning. There was a stew that was a testament to his fire cooking right now in a dutch oven on the whatever it was called that held things like pots. He'd research it when he got back. Maybe find some new recipes too. He had enough that they wouldn't get bored, especially if Bones supplemented with the real kitchen for as long as it worked, but the recipes were handy to know.
He smiled when he realized that Bones had dozed off. Apparently slogging through the drifts once his bike had given up, checking the cabin and bringing in the, along with the awesome sex, had worn his Bones out. He kissed Bones' cheek and wrapped them in another layer of blankets. If they were the only two people in the world, he'd better take good care of his Bones.