...the dreamers of the day are dangerous men [2259.198]

[dctr_mccoy]

Another year in space.

It was easier to mark the passage of time like this, birthdays away from Joanna, than any other way. His daughter was getting a nice collection of intergalactic toys, he chuckled to himself. No one else in the neighborhood would have a cute little robotic dog and some stuffed tribbles, in lieu of a doll. Bones also picked

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[kirktastic]

Jim came back from the gym to find his doctor snoozing on the bed. He smiled, just a little, and snuck past him to go clean up in the shower. Getting rid of the sweat felt better, and he padded back across their room nude to pull out some clothing to be lazy in for the rest of the day.

He paused as he saw something across the room and walked over, picking up the picture. ...Joanna? Was that really her? He looked over at the framed collection of pictures they had on a bookshelf, at the tiny thing standing beside her daddy. Was this the latest photo? ...When had she gotten so... big?

He smiled and put the picture down. Was Bones thinking about her before he went to bed? Probably, and that's what made him a good dad even if he was away.

[dctr_mccoy]

His eyes blinked a few times, that fuzzy half-awake feeling, before Bones realized he wasn't alone in the room. Eyes focusing in the dim light, he could make out Jim standing on the other side of the room without a stitch of clothes on, looking at something. It was a moment before he said anything, taking the time to appreciate the view he had of Jim's perfect ass, legs, back.

Stallion indeed, he thought, biting his lip to keep from laughing as his eyes roamed Jim's body. Was fucking unfair for someone to look like that, every muscle taut and firm. But, as long as someone had to have it, might as well be his- well, whatever the hell Jim was to him. His.

That was a good enough word. For now.

[kirktastic]

Maybe it was an old human instinct or one he had developed that told him someone was watching him. Jim hid his smile and could guess he woke Bones up. So he stretched out lazily, flexing every muscle in the process, then bent down and touched his toes. Felt good, after the warmth of the shower. He tucked a hand on his hip, fingers spreading across there and onto his ass, as he studied the bookshelf.

[dctr_mccoy]

Fuck... there wasn't a doubt in Bones' mind that Jim wasn't doing this on purpose, standing there and preening like a fuckin' Greek statue, showing off. But that tiny, angry thought was pushed out by the much larger hunger and need that was threatening to take over his brain.

Parts of him that had been quiet and sleepy just a moment ago were now coming to life. Bones cupped his hardening cock, straightening it out to be more comfortable in his pants, though it still wasn't all that comfortable, so he slid out of bed and began walking toward Jim.

Standing behind him, Bones rested his hand on Jim's shoulder, slowly sliding it down to his wrist.

[kirktastic]

Jim fought down the brief flare of something that wanted to react to the hand and let his wrist be captured. "...Sorry I woke you." Without any hint of actual apology and a whole lot more heat. He took and let out a breath slowly, wondering what Bones would do.

[dctr_mccoy]

There were a few droplets of water on the back of Jim's neck and Bones leaned in and licked at them, his nose full of the smell of clean, wet hair.

His hand continued sliding down and caught Jim's fingers, pressing their fingertips together lightly as his mouth moved along Jim's neckline, licking and tasting a path towards a strong shoulder. No need for words right now, not yet.

[kirktastic]

There were a million things that passed through Jim's mind about what Bones could do, and he closed his eyes as Bones laced their hands together. Bones always stayed to the clear and simple and good. He breathed out slowly, shoulders relaxed under his mouth.

[dctr_mccoy]

There was an idea or two going through Bones' head as well, all of them inspired by this form in front of him. His free hand skimmed Jim's side lightly as he bit down on damp, warm skin. Jim felt so good, tasted so clean and fresh.

Bones followed the path of Jim's spine with his tongue, stopping at the small of his back. He nuzzled and mouthed at the hollow, one hand squeezing lightly at Jim's hip as he sucked harder on a bit of skin, groaning loud.

[kirktastic]

The bite made Jim groan quietly, his head falling forward. Bones felt so good against him, those strong hands that knew just what they were doing. He reached down and cupped his thickening cock, wishing he had eyes in the back of his head so he could see what Bones was doing.

He felt Bones' mouth and shuddered. Great place for a hickey - no one would see it except the mirror and the man who made it.

[dctr_mccoy]

Letting go of Jim's hand, Bones grasped at both hips as he finished making his mark. It would linger there a few days, small and dark, and Bones kissed it, no doubt in his mind that Jim would deliciously return the favor soon.

Then, feeling braver at that sound Jim made, he dipped his mouth lower, his tongue slowly darting into the top of Jim's crease. Hesitating, his hot breath warmed the area before he repeated the action, a little lower and deeper.

[kirktastic]

Another slow breath in, and out. Jim leaned forward and gripped the edge of a shelf on the bookcase, fingers clenching. His knees almost shook, knowing, or at least guessing, where Bones was going. He spread his own feet slightly further apart, cock throbbing against his stomach. Always a good way to spend a lazy Saturday afternoon...

[dctr_mccoy]

If he'd thought about it, Bones mused as he knelt down, he'd have brought a pillow for his knees. As it was, he could withstand a bit of soreness later just to hear Jim makes these noises, feeling him quivering.

He slid his hands in, gently pulling at Jim's ass, parting the cheeks just enough to let him taste deeper. Bones closed his eyes and inhaled the musky scent, Jim, clean from the shower, and slowly circled and prodded at the wrinkled skin with his tongue.

[kirktastic]

Ah shit...

Jim let out a hiss through his teeth as his eyes squeezed shut, cock twitching at the touch there. Suddenly he was incredibly glad he had taken a shower. It took everything in him not to push back, not to say a word in their otherwise silent encounter. His toes clenched in the carpet, fingers doing much the same on the shelf they held onto.

[dctr_mccoy]

He could feel the shelf shake a bit, and it gave Bones a sort of confidence to keep going. He gently prodded and pushed at the skin, stretching Jim slowly. Bones moved his hand across Jim's hip to cup his balls, squeezing them.

Pulling his face back, Bones took a breath, nosing at the firm ass in front of him. But he didn't want to stop the sensations, wanted to keep Jim's need heightened, so he sucked on two finger, wetting them well before watching one, then both, slide into Jim's ass. "...you like that?" Bones asked, his voice low and rough, eyes glued to his disappearing digits.

[kirktastic]

Did Bones have any idea about the effect of his voice? Jim could only moan in response to that voice, that voice which could have made him do anything. His hips pumped backwards onto those fingers, feeling the faint burn of being stretched. It was too slow, too good, until he was nothing but a pile of flesh just trying to keep upright. Yes, oh fuck yes, did he like that.

[dctr_mccoy]

That moan... fuck, he'd waited for years back at the Academy to hear Jim make that moan. Having it now, this way, with this feeling between them- Bones bit down again reflexively, the only way he could express all the need inside him, here on his knees behind Jim.

Or maybe another way. Fingers still lodged deep inside Jim, Bones turned him carefully, lapping the skin he found until he took Jim's cock in his mouth. It was salty, this taste of Jim, different from the other tastes, but all of them what he needed, what Bones had to have.