Fic: Early Morning [NC-17]
Jim slept comfortably on the little bed pressed up against John’s back; his arm draped against the older man’s side. It was almost as though he was meant to be there the entire time.
Having another person in the bed was a something of a foreign experience; he had spent more years sleeping alone than not. It didn’t feel bad per se, more just strange. And despite the fact that John had warned his young friend he may be unceremoniously rolled off at any time John wouldn’t dare let himself drift back off to sleep. If the nightmares came for him again (and the usually did) he was afraid he would lash out in his sleep and hurt his friend.
So he just lay there, a captive to his own thoughts in the earliest parts of the morning.
He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing when he had said it; but he had decided to stick it out with Jim for at least the next few years…or however long it was Jim would wish to keep him around. John wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to let his friend know that this McCoy character was a means to fill the space that was John’s extended life. He could put it off saying anything for the next three to four years if he absolutely felt he needed to. In the same breath, it would be living out a lie for those said three to four years.
The chance to be posted on different ships was there but eventually Jim would captain his own and may want his best friend/confidant/whatever-it-was-they-were-now to join him. So it would more than likely need to be before then; if they were to be assigned differently, that is. Or there was also the unlikeliest of possibilities: that after Academy they would drift away from each other. No, one way or another Jim deserved to know.
Now how would he actually go about letting it come out? “I’ve stopped keeping track of the years about a hundred years back,” wasn’t exactly something that could be said in light conversation. Jim would more than likely think his Bones had lost his sense or something. Physical demonstration was an idea as well; but John didn’t relish the idea of cutting himself open to prove a point.
When the deed was done and the statements were made…how would his friend of nearly two years react? Shock and awe beyond words, definitely. After the initial moments of truth would horror or hatred result? The one guy Jim Kirk did trust had been lying to him from the beginning. Leonard McCoy wasn’t real, but…but Bones was. Jim had in some way given him an out…maybe John could break it to his friend that way. He could disassociate himself with the name Leonard McCoy; the kid was so use to calling his friend by that archaic surgeon’s term for as long as they’ve been together.
Jim started to shift on the bed then; it made John stiffen a little. He had been so lost in his head that he half-wondered if the blonde could be somehow listening to his thoughts as though they had been spoken aloud. John sighed deeply. Jim finally found a spot where he could be comfortable; his face nuzzled against the back of John’s neck. The soft breaths both caressed and tickled as they rushed past behind the older man’s ear.
He put a hand up and rubbed the back of his neck and rubbed it to make the minor irritation stop. Not to much avail he found out as he drew his hand back. Instead he shifted around and pulled himself away from Jim slightly.
As soon as he had managed to sneak away Jim’s arm became possessive and held on to John tightly.
“Not going anywhere,” John said quietly. This seemed to appease the kid; the arm went back to being dead weight against John’s side. He breathed in another deep sigh, what in the world was he going to do about this?
There wasn’t much time to think on it all again. John felt Jim’s arm slowly slide down his side and his hand creep its way back up…under John’s long shirt. His breath hitched as the hand started to make long sweeping motions under the shirt.
Right.
“Lights. Sixty percent… There’s no way you’re still asleep.”
A faint sound of laughter came from behind him. “Bones, I never knew you found the time to work out.” Jim sluggishly propped his head up with the free hand, looking down at his friend. “What else is there that I don’t know about, I wonder?” A finger started to trace its way down to the edge of John’s sleeping pants.
John wholeheartedly felt that he was not responsible for the sounds that were coming from his throat. It had been only a few years since he had last been with anyone else; apparently that had been too long. John cautioned a glance up to Jim, the other man seemed to be completely bemused by all of this. The frisky finger started to slowly pry the waistband away from skin before the entire hand slipped its way down inside.
“Hm, maybe you’re not all that old after all…” Jim teased, giving a few friendly tugs on John’s quickly hardening cock. The angle felt a little off as Jim fondled him, but John moaned unabashedly anyway. He started to roll around to face the younger man, who pulled his hand out as he did so.
“So what’s this all about?”
Jim made a small sound in his throat, as though he was trying to think of an answer of some sort then shook his head. Jim lightly pushed Bones down onto the bed then, setting a kiss to the older man’s lips. “Do I really need a reason?”
Fair enough, John thought. He certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Wasting no time, Jim pushed the covers from the two of them and moved around to straddle John’s hips. The other man responded to his by setting his hands around the others’ hips, moving his hands up and down the side’s of Jim’s chest. The blonde shuddered at this touch; making soft pleased sounds.
For a few minutes they enjoyed touching each other with their clothes still on; each wondering who would make the first move on the other.
It was Jim who acted first, removing his shirt then reaching down to pry Johns’ off as he was still partially laying on it. John wriggled a little to help remove the article of clothing, but decided it would be more fun then to hold the younger man close and grind into him; rubbing their hardnesses together. He nibbled and sucked lightly making a line from behind Jim’s ear to around his collar. The needy sounds Jim made were starting to drive him wild.
Finally, Jim managed to pull away and remove John’s shirt. He sat up, threw the thing, and openly stared at the man under him. John was of a broad frame and sturdy, toned muscle. He swallowed hard at the sight.
John quirked an eyebrow at his more lean, athletic companion. He bucked his hips a touch to bring Jim back to his senses. Jim, who only now realized he had drifted off slightly, blushed.
“I didn’t think that -“
“Can it, kid.”
“I’ll show you how much of a kid I am…” Jim leaned down and bit the muscle of John’s collar hard, sucking equally so then after.
Growling, John arched at this, pulling his hands around the blonde’s back. Raking a path with his fingernails. This elicited a faint cry from Jim, who began to suck and bite the flesh in earnest. When he felt his handiwork was finished at one section he nipped a trail up to John’s neck and then finally to his mouth.
The kiss they share is a frantic thing, teeth knocking, tongues practically dueling for dominance. It is a battle that John allows Jim to win finally, as he moves his hands down to Jim’s boxer briefs, sliding his fingers inside and cupping hands against Jims’ ass.
Jim gasped which only made the older man chuckle into the blonde’s mouth. He kneaded and massaged the firm flesh under his palms.
When Jim becomes thoroughly distracted by his ass being groped John leaned his head up and nibbles against the blonde’s throat. “Want you.” John finally breathed out huskily. Reluctant at first, Jim moved to get off from on top of his friend. John let the other go but not before he gave Jim a swift swat. Jim turned to give a small pout as he walked over to his nightstand, digging for a few items.
Need to be careful, John thought. He took a deep breath, calming himself. It really wouldn’t do to break his friend in half due in part to John getting too carried away.
John stood from the bed and removed his sleeping pants, kicking them off to the side. Jim returned to the bed with a small bottle. He handed it to the taller man while simultaneously using his other hand to lightly stroke John’s now bare cock. John arched, trying not to thrust into the hand too much.
“Tease,” he frowned, “condom?”
Jim shook his head, “Don’t trust I that don’t have my shots?”
John shook his head obviously irritated with his friend. Not that he was going to catch anything. Still, at this point he was so wound up that he wasn’t about to be denied by a minor inconvenience like that. “On the bed,” he commanded as he pulled Jim’s boxers down.
Jim complied easily, laying down on his back. John kneeled down at the end of the bed, his weight being supported by his heels. Moving up slightly, he opened the bottle and let the contents drip over his fingers. Snapping the lid back down he set the bottle down to the side.
Jim opened his legs tentatively as the older man leaned in. One hand reaching up to give sure strokes to Jim’s manhood. The slicked one slowly started to work on Jim’s ass. The blonde gasped as he was violated by a finger. John moved it around a few times before adding a second, then a third. Scissoring Jim open in preparations for something larger.
Jim whimpered at the feeling of the fingers leaving abruptly. Reaching for the bottle again John slicked himself then shifted them around. Repositioning Jim’s hips for a more comfortable fit; Jim in turn wrapped his legs around John’s waist.
John pressed in deep; Jim hissed slightly. “You okay?” Jim nodded. He clenched his jaw, Jim felt really good. Luckily his will held out and he kept himself from thrusting before Jim had a moment to adjust. Finally, he leaned in close to Jim and began rocking into the warm, inviting body.
“Good, Jim. So good,” he started into a steady rhythm; adjusting every so often to find a good angle.
“Harder Bones,” Jim panted.
“Shh…soon. Wanna enjoy you a bit,” John cooed, placing a few kisses along Jim’s cheeks. Jim moved his head in an attempt to catch his lips.
John kept up the agonizingly slow (for Jim) pace until he found what he was looking for. There. It was Jim’s stunned look as the prostate had been struck.
“Tell me if I get a little too rough, okay?”
Jim nodded, looking up with trusting blue eyes. Jim locked his lips to Jim’s before changing the pace he had set. Always watching Jim’s reactions he sped up…deeper, faster, harder.
Jim, it seemed, liked a good pounding. He writhed and clutched at John’s back every time John got close enough to touch.
“Ah…ugh, Bones…” he cried, panting openly.
John wasn’t the talkative type like his young friend, but he did match the sounds with low growls deep in his chest.
“Oh God, gah-“ Jim’s eyes practically rolled back into his head as John continued to graze that spot. He was bound and determined to make the blonde come by shear force alone.
“Ngh, ah…Bones, yes. Ahn. Bones!” John felt the warm liquid spurt over their chests. He slowed considerably and again changed his position for something a little more suited for his tastes; letting the young man buck, lost to his own orgasm.
Jim stilled, totally contented, allowing the continued pumping into his body. His arms still wrapped in a lazy embrace against John’s back.
His movements became slightly erratic as his own orgasm took claim. A long moan and he was spilling himself into Jim. John kissed Jim again, on the forehead, letting himself take in the sight and smells that was his new lover.
Jim whimpered again as John pulled out. The older man stalked off to the bathroom to rinse himself off before bringing out a damp cloth.
“Bones?” Jim called out, surprised that the other man hadn’t flopped down beside him.
John returned a few minutes later, running the damp cloth over Jim’s chest, “Thought you’d appreciate not getting that dried on you.” John folded the thing up and tossed it lightly to the floor, laying down next to a very sated Jim on the small bed.
“You’re real good…” Jim mumbled sleepily, rolling onto his side to press himself against John’s body.
John chuckled a little at that, “You gonna be sore?”
Jim shook his head and sighed a little. “Gonna nap now…”
John tried not to shift them too much as he pulled the blankets back up around them, “That’s fine. I’ll be here. With you,” he said with a yawn. Soon sleep came to take him as well.
A/N: Attention all readers... I'm looking for someone to help me beta a future section of this continuing story line. I fear that I suck at writing Spock (Spock Prime, to be exact) and was hoping to find someone who could help review/co-write a portion. Please send me a PM if you'd be interested. Many thanks in advance!
Part Four: Fools Rush In | Part Six: Olduvai
Having another person in the bed was a something of a foreign experience; he had spent more years sleeping alone than not. It didn’t feel bad per se, more just strange. And despite the fact that John had warned his young friend he may be unceremoniously rolled off at any time John wouldn’t dare let himself drift back off to sleep. If the nightmares came for him again (and the usually did) he was afraid he would lash out in his sleep and hurt his friend.
So he just lay there, a captive to his own thoughts in the earliest parts of the morning.
He wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing when he had said it; but he had decided to stick it out with Jim for at least the next few years…or however long it was Jim would wish to keep him around. John wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to let his friend know that this McCoy character was a means to fill the space that was John’s extended life. He could put it off saying anything for the next three to four years if he absolutely felt he needed to. In the same breath, it would be living out a lie for those said three to four years.
The chance to be posted on different ships was there but eventually Jim would captain his own and may want his best friend/confidant/whatever-it-was-they-were-now to join him. So it would more than likely need to be before then; if they were to be assigned differently, that is. Or there was also the unlikeliest of possibilities: that after Academy they would drift away from each other. No, one way or another Jim deserved to know.
Now how would he actually go about letting it come out? “I’ve stopped keeping track of the years about a hundred years back,” wasn’t exactly something that could be said in light conversation. Jim would more than likely think his Bones had lost his sense or something. Physical demonstration was an idea as well; but John didn’t relish the idea of cutting himself open to prove a point.
When the deed was done and the statements were made…how would his friend of nearly two years react? Shock and awe beyond words, definitely. After the initial moments of truth would horror or hatred result? The one guy Jim Kirk did trust had been lying to him from the beginning. Leonard McCoy wasn’t real, but…but Bones was. Jim had in some way given him an out…maybe John could break it to his friend that way. He could disassociate himself with the name Leonard McCoy; the kid was so use to calling his friend by that archaic surgeon’s term for as long as they’ve been together.
Jim started to shift on the bed then; it made John stiffen a little. He had been so lost in his head that he half-wondered if the blonde could be somehow listening to his thoughts as though they had been spoken aloud. John sighed deeply. Jim finally found a spot where he could be comfortable; his face nuzzled against the back of John’s neck. The soft breaths both caressed and tickled as they rushed past behind the older man’s ear.
He put a hand up and rubbed the back of his neck and rubbed it to make the minor irritation stop. Not to much avail he found out as he drew his hand back. Instead he shifted around and pulled himself away from Jim slightly.
As soon as he had managed to sneak away Jim’s arm became possessive and held on to John tightly.
“Not going anywhere,” John said quietly. This seemed to appease the kid; the arm went back to being dead weight against John’s side. He breathed in another deep sigh, what in the world was he going to do about this?
There wasn’t much time to think on it all again. John felt Jim’s arm slowly slide down his side and his hand creep its way back up…under John’s long shirt. His breath hitched as the hand started to make long sweeping motions under the shirt.
Right.
“Lights. Sixty percent… There’s no way you’re still asleep.”
A faint sound of laughter came from behind him. “Bones, I never knew you found the time to work out.” Jim sluggishly propped his head up with the free hand, looking down at his friend. “What else is there that I don’t know about, I wonder?” A finger started to trace its way down to the edge of John’s sleeping pants.
John wholeheartedly felt that he was not responsible for the sounds that were coming from his throat. It had been only a few years since he had last been with anyone else; apparently that had been too long. John cautioned a glance up to Jim, the other man seemed to be completely bemused by all of this. The frisky finger started to slowly pry the waistband away from skin before the entire hand slipped its way down inside.
“Hm, maybe you’re not all that old after all…” Jim teased, giving a few friendly tugs on John’s quickly hardening cock. The angle felt a little off as Jim fondled him, but John moaned unabashedly anyway. He started to roll around to face the younger man, who pulled his hand out as he did so.
“So what’s this all about?”
Jim made a small sound in his throat, as though he was trying to think of an answer of some sort then shook his head. Jim lightly pushed Bones down onto the bed then, setting a kiss to the older man’s lips. “Do I really need a reason?”
Fair enough, John thought. He certainly wasn’t going to complain.
Wasting no time, Jim pushed the covers from the two of them and moved around to straddle John’s hips. The other man responded to his by setting his hands around the others’ hips, moving his hands up and down the side’s of Jim’s chest. The blonde shuddered at this touch; making soft pleased sounds.
For a few minutes they enjoyed touching each other with their clothes still on; each wondering who would make the first move on the other.
It was Jim who acted first, removing his shirt then reaching down to pry Johns’ off as he was still partially laying on it. John wriggled a little to help remove the article of clothing, but decided it would be more fun then to hold the younger man close and grind into him; rubbing their hardnesses together. He nibbled and sucked lightly making a line from behind Jim’s ear to around his collar. The needy sounds Jim made were starting to drive him wild.
Finally, Jim managed to pull away and remove John’s shirt. He sat up, threw the thing, and openly stared at the man under him. John was of a broad frame and sturdy, toned muscle. He swallowed hard at the sight.
John quirked an eyebrow at his more lean, athletic companion. He bucked his hips a touch to bring Jim back to his senses. Jim, who only now realized he had drifted off slightly, blushed.
“I didn’t think that -“
“Can it, kid.”
“I’ll show you how much of a kid I am…” Jim leaned down and bit the muscle of John’s collar hard, sucking equally so then after.
Growling, John arched at this, pulling his hands around the blonde’s back. Raking a path with his fingernails. This elicited a faint cry from Jim, who began to suck and bite the flesh in earnest. When he felt his handiwork was finished at one section he nipped a trail up to John’s neck and then finally to his mouth.
The kiss they share is a frantic thing, teeth knocking, tongues practically dueling for dominance. It is a battle that John allows Jim to win finally, as he moves his hands down to Jim’s boxer briefs, sliding his fingers inside and cupping hands against Jims’ ass.
Jim gasped which only made the older man chuckle into the blonde’s mouth. He kneaded and massaged the firm flesh under his palms.
When Jim becomes thoroughly distracted by his ass being groped John leaned his head up and nibbles against the blonde’s throat. “Want you.” John finally breathed out huskily. Reluctant at first, Jim moved to get off from on top of his friend. John let the other go but not before he gave Jim a swift swat. Jim turned to give a small pout as he walked over to his nightstand, digging for a few items.
Need to be careful, John thought. He took a deep breath, calming himself. It really wouldn’t do to break his friend in half due in part to John getting too carried away.
John stood from the bed and removed his sleeping pants, kicking them off to the side. Jim returned to the bed with a small bottle. He handed it to the taller man while simultaneously using his other hand to lightly stroke John’s now bare cock. John arched, trying not to thrust into the hand too much.
“Tease,” he frowned, “condom?”
Jim shook his head, “Don’t trust I that don’t have my shots?”
John shook his head obviously irritated with his friend. Not that he was going to catch anything. Still, at this point he was so wound up that he wasn’t about to be denied by a minor inconvenience like that. “On the bed,” he commanded as he pulled Jim’s boxers down.
Jim complied easily, laying down on his back. John kneeled down at the end of the bed, his weight being supported by his heels. Moving up slightly, he opened the bottle and let the contents drip over his fingers. Snapping the lid back down he set the bottle down to the side.
Jim opened his legs tentatively as the older man leaned in. One hand reaching up to give sure strokes to Jim’s manhood. The slicked one slowly started to work on Jim’s ass. The blonde gasped as he was violated by a finger. John moved it around a few times before adding a second, then a third. Scissoring Jim open in preparations for something larger.
Jim whimpered at the feeling of the fingers leaving abruptly. Reaching for the bottle again John slicked himself then shifted them around. Repositioning Jim’s hips for a more comfortable fit; Jim in turn wrapped his legs around John’s waist.
John pressed in deep; Jim hissed slightly. “You okay?” Jim nodded. He clenched his jaw, Jim felt really good. Luckily his will held out and he kept himself from thrusting before Jim had a moment to adjust. Finally, he leaned in close to Jim and began rocking into the warm, inviting body.
“Good, Jim. So good,” he started into a steady rhythm; adjusting every so often to find a good angle.
“Harder Bones,” Jim panted.
“Shh…soon. Wanna enjoy you a bit,” John cooed, placing a few kisses along Jim’s cheeks. Jim moved his head in an attempt to catch his lips.
John kept up the agonizingly slow (for Jim) pace until he found what he was looking for. There. It was Jim’s stunned look as the prostate had been struck.
“Tell me if I get a little too rough, okay?”
Jim nodded, looking up with trusting blue eyes. Jim locked his lips to Jim’s before changing the pace he had set. Always watching Jim’s reactions he sped up…deeper, faster, harder.
Jim, it seemed, liked a good pounding. He writhed and clutched at John’s back every time John got close enough to touch.
“Ah…ugh, Bones…” he cried, panting openly.
John wasn’t the talkative type like his young friend, but he did match the sounds with low growls deep in his chest.
“Oh God, gah-“ Jim’s eyes practically rolled back into his head as John continued to graze that spot. He was bound and determined to make the blonde come by shear force alone.
“Ngh, ah…Bones, yes. Ahn. Bones!” John felt the warm liquid spurt over their chests. He slowed considerably and again changed his position for something a little more suited for his tastes; letting the young man buck, lost to his own orgasm.
Jim stilled, totally contented, allowing the continued pumping into his body. His arms still wrapped in a lazy embrace against John’s back.
His movements became slightly erratic as his own orgasm took claim. A long moan and he was spilling himself into Jim. John kissed Jim again, on the forehead, letting himself take in the sight and smells that was his new lover.
Jim whimpered again as John pulled out. The older man stalked off to the bathroom to rinse himself off before bringing out a damp cloth.
“Bones?” Jim called out, surprised that the other man hadn’t flopped down beside him.
John returned a few minutes later, running the damp cloth over Jim’s chest, “Thought you’d appreciate not getting that dried on you.” John folded the thing up and tossed it lightly to the floor, laying down next to a very sated Jim on the small bed.
“You’re real good…” Jim mumbled sleepily, rolling onto his side to press himself against John’s body.
John chuckled a little at that, “You gonna be sore?”
Jim shook his head and sighed a little. “Gonna nap now…”
John tried not to shift them too much as he pulled the blankets back up around them, “That’s fine. I’ll be here. With you,” he said with a yawn. Soon sleep came to take him as well.
A/N: Attention all readers... I'm looking for someone to help me beta a future section of this continuing story line. I fear that I suck at writing Spock (Spock Prime, to be exact) and was hoping to find someone who could help review/co-write a portion. Please send me a PM if you'd be interested. Many thanks in advance!
Part Four: Fools Rush In | Part Six: Olduvai