[Home Sweet Home] -- [Jim, Bones, ???]

[kirktastic]

The Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise used his captainness when it came to his quarters for only one thing: one very large king sized bed. Everything else was regulation, but the bed was a beautifully large bed he had gotten during the refit of the ship back over Sha'Kwai. It was a necessary refit for their quarters because of the other half of the

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[dctr_mccoy]

Bones sleepily reached for Jim's hand and wrapped it around his torso, pulling him closer. Their legs tangled and he pushed back against Jim.

"...hey." Then he fell back into his sleep.

[kirktastic]

If it had been possible with Bones' stealing of his hand, Jim would have facepalmed. "Wake UP!" He laughed, giving a nip to the ear he had been nuzzling at. "I'll stay here and snuggle with you - Dammit Bones!" On cue, Bones had pushed both cold feet up against his legs. Jim sighed. "Open your eyes." He held out the back of his hand in the air above Bones' eyes.

[dctr_mccoy]

His head pulled back, a growling noise escaping him. But at Jim's words, a hazel eye cracked open and focused on the hand in front of him.

But it was still a moment before the fog lifted enough for him to realize what he was seeing. Bones reached for Jim's hand, then turned to look at him, a smile cracking his face at the familiar golden hair. Then he looked down at his own left hand - his own little tattoo was gone, but the band was back. "We're us again."

[kirktastic]

...How he loved that smile. Jim reached out and pulled Bones into a quick kiss, grinning like a fool. "We are. Saw Spock hauling ass out of here just before I climbed into bed with you, so I'm guessing he's himself too and Zach's going to get a hell of a wake up call."

[dctr_mccoy]

Shit. Spock, back in his super strong Spock body was going to hurt that poor guy. "Shit," he repeated aloud. "Maybe we should go stop him..."

But then he felt Jim press up against him, and those thoughts ran out the window and he found Jim's neck and began sucking hard on his skin - the taste familiar and Jim. "...in a minute."

[kirktastic]

"...in a minute," Jim readily agreed, shuddering at Bones' mouth. "Or... two." He pulled Bones a little closer, sighing against his hair. Their own bodies, they could do what they damn well please. Something in the back of his mind mentioned if Zach was waking up with Nyota, Chris and Karl were in for another surprise, but then Bones did something clever with his teeth and that went right out the window.

[dctr_mccoy]

Jim was naked... and naked Jim was fucking nice, Bones thought, his hands reaching down to touch Jim, pulling him closer. Their own bodies, yes, no obstacles, nothing to stop them, nothing to keep them from doing whatever they wanted to each other.

"...feel so good, Jim," he groaned, thrusting up against Jim. The last time they had been together, Jim had fucked the shit out of him. Now, Bones wanted to return the favor.

[kirktastic]

What was he thinking about? He sort of forgot as blood rushed somewhere entirely other than his brain and Jim groaned in return. Bones was getting hard against his leg and... and...

Fucking hell. "Bones, fuck... we can't... do this here." The words felt flat coming out of his mouth when he wanted Bones so badly. "Quarters? Lube's there?" He tried suggesting, but almost laughed at how stupid it sounded.

[dctr_mccoy]

Jim was talking, Bones could hear it but right now all he wanted was Jim, to be inside him.

The pants Karl wore to bed were stretched painfully across his cock right now as he ground against Jim, and although he wanted nothing more than to pull them off, flip Jim over and fuck him hard, a word or two was filtering though his head. Can't. Quarters. Lube.

Pulling his head back, Bones looked down at Jim's face, flushed and fuckable and perfect. "What?" he asked, breathless.

[kirktastic]

Now Bones was looking at him with those eyes and Jim wanted to take back everything he had just said. He swallowed hard, sitting up and kissing Bones hungrily before he whispered into his mouth, "we can't do this here. Our quarters. Give Karl back his ring."

[dctr_mccoy]

Jim looked serious... and worse, he was right. Fuck. "...yeah," he murmured, inhaling the scent of Jim next to him. It hadn't been so different, when he was in Chris' body, but there was something unique about Jim's smell, something that Bones loved, needed.

With a burst of energy he pushed himself away from Jim. Bones lay on his back and tried to ignore his painful erection, tenting the hated pants he was still wearing. "Should we call them, let them know we're coming?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling, just now noticing that they were in a strange room.

[kirktastic]

"Yea." Jim groaned as he sat up, hard against his stomach. "Just... keep in mind whatever you were just thinking until we get back there." He walked over to the nearest comm panel in the suite and slapped a hand to it. "Captain Kirk to... Christopher Pine." Would the computer even know who that was, yet? "Match to me."

"Chris, if you're hearing this, I'm sorry I sleep naked and you may want to get up now."

[erudite_actor]

It took a moment for Chris to wake up. He blinked sleepily in the darkened room, wondering what had awakened him, and then heard Jim's voice from the comm panel near the bed.

Naked... what? Chris shifted beneath the covers, his brow furrowing when he realized the shorts he'd worn to bed were gone. Had he been drunker than he thought?

He stretched lazily, one hand reaching to answer the comm. "Jim, what -" It took him a moment to register what he was seeing as he stared at his hand. His left hand, the skin pale and unmarked. And then he felt someone shifting in the bed next to him.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones stood, his back cracking as he looked around at room. He headed toward the replicator, made two cups of coffee and headed back to Jim. "Everything okay?" he asked Jim, taking a sip.

[kirktastic]

"Hope so. They're up. Thank you." Jim groaned happily as he accepted the cup and took a sip. The heat felt delicious right now. "I don't know how this all worked out but... it did. Provided Spock doesn't kill Zach."

[erudite_actor]

It didn't require much thought to figure out who was in bed with him this time. Chris rolled over slowly, taking in Karl's sleeping form sprawled across the bed. It was definitely Karl, or Karl's body, as evidenced by the shorter hair sticking up messily all over his head. The worry lines that had been evident on his face the past few days were almost unnoticeable, his face relaxed as he slept, one arm flung out toward Chris. A twist of something hot and confusing swept through Chris as he lay there watching him.

Finally, Chris reached out to shake Karl's shoulder, hoping that this wake up call would be less awkward than their last. "...Karl? Hey, Urban, time to wake up."