Reminescence part 2-D
One kiss becomes two, becomes three and more until it deepens and they are once again pressed together, albeit with very different intentions as he pushes Jim down, hands reaching out to explore, his own hands settling possessively on the side of Jim’s face and his lower back, while Jim’s hands grip at his hair and claw at his shoulders. He’s soon enough having tunnel vision, only thinking about Jim and emitting a low growl when Jim decides to stop kissing him to attack his neck. He has to stop, or this might go horribly wrong, even if he’s starting to think more with the head in his boxer briefs than the one that contains his brain, and he distantly picks up the same smell he did than when he kissed Jim outside that bar when he was drugged; arousal.
He remembers immediately the scene outside the bar in the snow and he pulls away from Jim, looking at him straight in the eyes; « I don’t want to screw this up. » he says, dead serious. Jim merely nods, probably not thinking too clearly. Jim pushes him until he’s flat on his back, climbing over him, and presses a light kiss to his lips, willingly or unknowingly re-igniting the fire in Reaper’s veins.
There’s honest surprise on Jim’s face when Reaper grips his shoulder and crash him down against him, their lips meeting and his tongue demanding entrance as he thoroughly kiss the other man. It’s quickly replaced by half-lidded eyes and the smell of arousal is back, and the small moan that Jim makes convinces him to flip them over, before pausing, looking away.
«I want this. I want you, Bones. » Jim says clearly, getting up on his elbows, reaching toward his face and lifting his chin up.
«I just want you to be sure.» he whispers hoarsely, his hungry eyes roaming on Jim, waiting for consent to make his move, which he promptly gets, because after that he’s not sure he’s going to be able to stop, before tackling Jim and kissing him into oblivion again, his inner voice frazzling his control even more.
His recollection is a little vague after that, but he has glimpses of his hands all over Jim and the blond sighing and moaning contentedly, the feeling of satisfaction at the salty tang of cum in his mouth with Jim crying out and bucking. Surprise at Jim climbing into his lap, holding a bottle of clear liquid and a dermal barrier. Incredible pleasure at Jim taking him in, to be honest, he had never expected that Jim would do that. The little pants as he’s begging for Bones to let him come and the bruises forming where he’s holding on to Jim’s hips, thrusting in and out once Jim lets him have control. It’s a strange tangle where he’s not sure where he ends and where Jim begins.
There’s something clutching at his heart, seeing the expression of pleasure on his mate‘s face, a fierce possessiveness and feeling as if the bone-deep weariness in him is vanishing when he bites down on Jim’s shoulder as he comes, the soft burn he feels afterward spreading inside of him. There’s the overwhelming sense of adoration as he takes care of Jim when they’re done, cleaning the messes, watching him as he falls asleep curled up in his arms. He feels light and happy, holding Jim there, wanting to shield him against the rest of the world, never wanting to let go. He eventually follows Jim into slumber, while still reverently tracing the skin before him.
He’s woken up by Jim gliding his fingers across his skin, and opens his eyes, staring at him. The undercurrent in his head is entirely gone, not just ignored, satisfied and lulled to sleep. He sighs happily, the pressure in his head gone completely, and brings Jim closer to him.
«Up for an early morning round? » he hears the other man ask mischievously, before Jim stretches his neck and licks his neck before biting his collarbone. Initially, he doesn’t mind the attention, fully intent on reciprocating, when he sees the bruises on Jim’s hips. He removes himself from Jim and extricates them from the covers before examining Jim for injuries. «I asked for sex, Bones, not an once-over. Oh hell, I know that look. Don’t you dare go fetch your tricorder! » He rolls his eyes at Jim’s antics, assessing the damage; faint purple bruises on the hips, in the shape of his hands and fingers.
«Did I hurt you last night? »
«Well… It burned a little, if you know what I mean, but I didn’t notice anything else. » He pales a little when he pays attention to Jim’s neck, fully awake and not focused on his personal issues.
«I really did a number on your neck… and shoulders. » He mutters, feeling a little bad but not particularly repentant, there’s no denying that he’s smug at having marked Jim like this and he’s too relieved to have not broken Jim in half last night.
«You are a goddamn vampire, that’s what you are. » Jim snorts, half-amused, half-annoyed.
«Get used to it. » He replies, smirking.
«Possessive bastard. » Jim complains fondly.
«Damn right and I won’t deny that. Besides, I think you mentioned that you liked that once or twice last night.» he says, pleased with himself, before getting out of the bed, giving Jim a very nice view to look at as he heads over the replicator to get some breakfast done.
He comes back with two plates of toast and two glasses of orange juice he sets on the nightstand. «Enjoy, after that we both really need a shower. » he says, wrinkling his nose a little.
«Ah Bones, aren’t you a romantic. » he hears Jim sigh dramatically.
«Infant… Eat, after that I might have to run you under a dermal generator. » he says, still a little worried.
«Bones, what is going to happen now? » he hears Jim ask, and he distantly realizes he doesn’t know.
«I don’t know Jim.» and he realizes Jim just pounced on him and he couldn’t resist, thus dropping the matter for… more pressing needs.
«Look, I... really liked... I wouldn’t mind... it was good. I mean, I think we’re good. Together, damnit, I mean we’re good together. We should... try it.» Jim is twirling his glass of juice absent-mindedly, looking elsewhere, and red is creeping up his face.
«Then that’s settled. » he says, not wanting to ruin this by saying anything - it’s Jim’s way, Jim’s rules.
«Well… what’s the deal with the tattoo? Are you going to tell me now? » Right, he forgot, in being divested of his shirt, Jim saw. And since he hasn’t put on clothes yet, it’s still very visible.
«It’s a Grim Reaper, surrounded by a flame pattern. » he states the obvious; he doesn’t know what Jim wants to know.
«Way to play dumb, Bones. So, why did you have it done? » Jim asks, as he peers at his forearm, trying to get a better view, tracing the incredibly old ink. John’s amazed it did not deteriorate; but his skin did not deteriorate and he did not get injured there, so it stayed, identical as it was 200 years ago.
« Drunken error during med school. » he says, lying through his teeth again. He hopes it’s convincing, maybe ?
«Oh yes, I can really see that happening. » Jim sounds a little more sarcastic than amused, but there are both in his voice tone. Okay that wasn’t convincing.
« I was a dumb college idiot who had too much to drink before my legendary tolerance to alcohol developed, and one morning I woke up with this on my arm and my roommate, when he recovered enough to stop living in the bathroom, thought it was hilarious. » he grumbles, trying to emphasis his point by making up details about an imaginary story.
Prompting Jim to nod; «Okay, yeah. That sounds plausible. »
«Exactly. » he answers, with a touch of finality, because for some reason he feels he needs to have the last word here.
They finish eating breakfast in silence, before each taking a shower, in which he helps himself to kissing Jim as often as possible, before running a dermal generator to remove most of Jim’s bruises. He leaves a few here and here… he is a possessive bastard after all.
He can see all the questions shining in Jim’s eye, and he doesn’t yet know how all of this will turn out. He doesn’t know if Jim will accept and understand or if it will be a disaster of epic proportions…
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Part 3-A to come when I'll be feeling better. (see update post for explaination).
My inner writing animal is a turtle, definitively...
Tell me what you liked and disliked :) Unless it's about Joanna dying...
I was sad when I wrote it as well, you know.
It was rewritten because some of the dialogue in this made me cringe and stunted this story as to where it could go.