FMLflash!fic: benefits
for this prompt at jim_and_bones : After having sex with my best friend for the third time he said it was awesome being friends with benefits. I kind of hoped it was more than that. FML.
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"Nice," says Jim, flopping away, stretching out on the bed luxuriously, muscles pulled taut. Bones side-eyes him, feeling warm and happy and bone tired. Sex with Jim is always awesome and always exhausting.
He folds his hands on top of his stomach and closes his eyes. There's time for a quick nap before the two of them have to be on shift. Jim rolls around a bit like a dissatisfied puppy before finally settling. Bones frowns. It's warm in here, but he was kind of hoping Jim'd curl up next to him, instead of a foot away on the bed. He pops one eye open.
Jim's sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor. While Bones watches, he leans forward. Bones is too distracted by the long line of his spine to notice immediately that Jim's searching for his shirt and pulling it on. "Got somewhere to be?" he asks, lazily, reaching forward and resting his fingers on Jim's hip.
"Yeah," says Jim, standing up and shrugging into his boxers and then uniform pants, the movement dislodging Bones's hand. Bones sort of physically stutters and curls his hand back onto his chest, feeling bereft. "I need to go talk to one of the Security guys about that data leak before shift starts." He turns and hits Bones with one of his more blinding grins, the same one that got him into Bones's pants the first time. "God, I love that we're fuck buddies now. It makes everything so much easier."
Bones swallows around the sudden ice in his chest. "What?"
Jim's too busy fixing his sex-rumpled hair in the mirror above the sink in the bathroom to notice. "I mean, we can skip the cuddling and shit. You know. S'nice, and all, but sometimes so unnecessary." When he comes back into the bedroom he hops around for a few minutes, trying to pull on his boots, having apparently accepted a challenge from them to not sit down. That's good, though, because Bones is trying valiantly to rearrange his features into the same blissed-out haze he was in until Jim fucked everything up.
Fuck.
And then Jim is saying, "I'll see you, Bones!", leaning over him to kiss him quickly and giving him one last goddamned sincere smile before ducking out the door.
Bones closes his eyes and tries to bring himself back to the place he was before, when he called himself Leo in his own damn head and Bones was just a name some kid gave him on a shuttle once.
This will take some realigning, the knowledge that they're headed nowhere farther than this. Hopefully, he won't break his heart in the process.
It's already too damaged now.
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"Nice," says Jim, flopping away, stretching out on the bed luxuriously, muscles pulled taut. Bones side-eyes him, feeling warm and happy and bone tired. Sex with Jim is always awesome and always exhausting.
He folds his hands on top of his stomach and closes his eyes. There's time for a quick nap before the two of them have to be on shift. Jim rolls around a bit like a dissatisfied puppy before finally settling. Bones frowns. It's warm in here, but he was kind of hoping Jim'd curl up next to him, instead of a foot away on the bed. He pops one eye open.
Jim's sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor. While Bones watches, he leans forward. Bones is too distracted by the long line of his spine to notice immediately that Jim's searching for his shirt and pulling it on. "Got somewhere to be?" he asks, lazily, reaching forward and resting his fingers on Jim's hip.
"Yeah," says Jim, standing up and shrugging into his boxers and then uniform pants, the movement dislodging Bones's hand. Bones sort of physically stutters and curls his hand back onto his chest, feeling bereft. "I need to go talk to one of the Security guys about that data leak before shift starts." He turns and hits Bones with one of his more blinding grins, the same one that got him into Bones's pants the first time. "God, I love that we're fuck buddies now. It makes everything so much easier."
Bones swallows around the sudden ice in his chest. "What?"
Jim's too busy fixing his sex-rumpled hair in the mirror above the sink in the bathroom to notice. "I mean, we can skip the cuddling and shit. You know. S'nice, and all, but sometimes so unnecessary." When he comes back into the bedroom he hops around for a few minutes, trying to pull on his boots, having apparently accepted a challenge from them to not sit down. That's good, though, because Bones is trying valiantly to rearrange his features into the same blissed-out haze he was in until Jim fucked everything up.
Fuck.
And then Jim is saying, "I'll see you, Bones!", leaning over him to kiss him quickly and giving him one last goddamned sincere smile before ducking out the door.
Bones closes his eyes and tries to bring himself back to the place he was before, when he called himself Leo in his own damn head and Bones was just a name some kid gave him on a shuttle once.
This will take some realigning, the knowledge that they're headed nowhere farther than this. Hopefully, he won't break his heart in the process.
It's already too damaged now.