tiny ficlet is tiny
for sunriseinspace, who was having a bad day.
(rated r, or something. bones likes to swear and jim... likes to do other things.)
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"Bones, seriously? It's totally fine."
Leonard groans. Jim sounds funny on the other end of the line. "I can't get out my fucking door," he growls.
Jim huffs a breath. "What? Sorry, say that again?"
"I can't. Get out. My fucking door." He pauses. "What are you doing? You sound out of breath."
"Oh, just moving some boxes," Jim says airily, definitely breathlessly. "So it's really snowing that hard out?"
Leonard rolls his eyes. "It's not snowing, Jim, it's icing. Like slip, fall, break your ass icing. Don't you have windows? Can't you look yourself? And it may look pretty as anything on the trees, but it sure doesn't look so good on my fucking driveway."
There is silence on the other end for a couple seconds. Then, "Don't you, ah, own a pair of, whatsits, snow shoes?"
Shifting the phone from one ear to the other, Leonard considers the oddness of Jim's voice, the breathy way he's speaking. "Jim, are you jacking off?"
"No," Jim breathes, and from the sounds of it, he comes.
Leonard can feel his face flushing. He listens to the sounds of Jim breathing heavily for a moment longer and then he hangs up the phone.
Later, after Leonard's made himself some coffee and willed his erection to subside, Jim calls him back. "You just have such a sexy voice," he says, by way of explanation.
Leonard hangs up on him again.
(rated r, or something. bones likes to swear and jim... likes to do other things.)
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"Bones, seriously? It's totally fine."
Leonard groans. Jim sounds funny on the other end of the line. "I can't get out my fucking door," he growls.
Jim huffs a breath. "What? Sorry, say that again?"
"I can't. Get out. My fucking door." He pauses. "What are you doing? You sound out of breath."
"Oh, just moving some boxes," Jim says airily, definitely breathlessly. "So it's really snowing that hard out?"
Leonard rolls his eyes. "It's not snowing, Jim, it's icing. Like slip, fall, break your ass icing. Don't you have windows? Can't you look yourself? And it may look pretty as anything on the trees, but it sure doesn't look so good on my fucking driveway."
There is silence on the other end for a couple seconds. Then, "Don't you, ah, own a pair of, whatsits, snow shoes?"
Shifting the phone from one ear to the other, Leonard considers the oddness of Jim's voice, the breathy way he's speaking. "Jim, are you jacking off?"
"No," Jim breathes, and from the sounds of it, he comes.
Leonard can feel his face flushing. He listens to the sounds of Jim breathing heavily for a moment longer and then he hangs up the phone.
Later, after Leonard's made himself some coffee and willed his erection to subside, Jim calls him back. "You just have such a sexy voice," he says, by way of explanation.
Leonard hangs up on him again.