Sweet Dreams
Filled for this prompt:
Jim has a nightmare about Bones dying, which sends him to his friend's room in the middle of the night, needing to be sure he's okay. Bones is all sleepy and rumpled, but he offers comfort, when Kirk tells him what the problem is.
Comfort results in sex.
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17 to be on the safe side
Warnings: Some descriptions of violence
Disclaimer: Belongs to Paramount, not me
Jim awoke panting and trembling, Bones' final screams of agony still echoing in his head. After a few moments of blind panic, Jim realized he'd been dreaming. Still breathing shakily, he tried to stop the tears falling, to no avail. The vivid images seemed to permanently branded to his retinas, he couldn't focus on anything but his best friend's blood pouring freely onto hard concrete, the sound of bones splintering, muscles and ligaments tearing, flesh sizzling. But most of all he could still see the fear and pain in Bones' hazel eyes, staring straight at him, boring into his soul.
A couple of minutes later, Jim was still shaking, tears still burning no matter how much he tried to remind himself that it wasn't real. That Bones was alive and whole and asleep a few decks away. Gradually his breathing slowed to a more normal rate and he managed to will himself to stop crying. Cursing himself for getting stupidly upset over a stupid dream, Jim rolled over and tried to force it out of his mind.
10 minutes later he admitted to himself that there was no way he was getting back to sleep. He spent another 5 minutes trying to quash the irrational need to see Bones, touch him, make certain he was alive, even though he already knew that he was, dammit!
With a sigh, Jim crawled out of bed, shivering a little at the rush of air against his sweat-dampened skin. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to coerce it into a vaguely presentable state, but soon gave up and just headed off anyway. He didn't need a mirror to know that he looked like hell, and would need to do a lot more than brush his hair to change that.
He really couldn't bring himself to care who saw him, and he barely noticed the strange, slightly frightened looks he was getting as he trudged down the halls. When he reached Bones' door, he briefly considered announcing himself, but quickly decided against it.
He a) didn't need Bones seeing him so undone by a stupid dream, and b) he valued his own life a little too much to wake his grumpy-at-the-best-of-times best friend up in the middle of the night. Though a "Dammit, Jim", or really anything, just to hear his voice would really help right now.
Using his override command (yeah, being Captain could be useful sometimes) Jim opened the door and slipped into the room. He felt a little better immediately, and then a lot better as soon as he saw Bones, who was sleeping peacefully, curled up on his side, looking so different to the way he'd been in the dream, scrunched up in pain, battered and broken.
But Jim still felt the overwhelming need to touch him.
Hesitating only a second, he pressed a palm lightly against Bones' chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart and warmth of his skin. Jim breathed out a shaky sigh of relief, even as he told himself he was being a complete idiot.
Bones shifted a little, but didn't wake. Still feeling pathetic but entirely unable to do anything about it, Jim lifted up the covers and carefully slipped into the bed next to Bones. There wasn't much room, but Jim didn't mind. He was just glad to have Bones here, close enough to touch, and still breathing. On impulse, he reached out a hand and put it back onto Bones' chest, and moved a little closer, still careful not to wake him.
For the moment Jim wasn't thinking about the explaining he would have to do in the morning. For the first time since his dream began, he felt safe. Smiling slightly, he drifted off to sleep.
He was awoken again what could have been minutes or hours later by a sharp jab in the ribs. It took him a second to figure out where he was, and remember why he was here. He blinked and peered blearily up at Bones' confused and slightly worried face.
"What's wrong?" Jim opened his mouth to reply, but Bones cut him off. "And don't you dare tell me nothin', 'cause people don’t just crawl into other people’s beds unless there's somethin' wrong.
Dammit. Jim considered his options. He could a) make a break for it, b) think of a good excuse or c) tell the truth. After a few moments thought, he figured out that option a) would only cause him more trouble later. He couldn't think of anything decent for plan b). Therefore c) was, unfortunately the only way to go.
"Well. Uh- I had this nightmare." J
im fidgeted and kept his eyes focused on the sheets, too embarrassed to meet Bones' eyes.
"You know that last away mission, when we got captured?"
Jim immediately kicked himself for phrasing that as a question, because now he had to look up to acknowledge Bones' sharp nod.
"Well, this version-ah- ended somewhat worse. You-died. And-uh" Jim swallowed hard, trying to push back the detailed images flooding his head. "It just felt so real, and I- I just had to make sure you were alive." He finished in a small voice.
He chanced a glance upward; Bones was looking at him with an unreadable expression.
“I’m sorry,” He shouldn't have bothered Bones with this childish reaction to a dream.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you."
He moved to leave, but Bones stopped him with a hand on his arm. Jim started to protest, but Bones cut him off.
"Shut up and c'mere!" Bones all but growled, but affection was still clear in his eyes and tone. He pulled Jim into a slightly awkward, one armed hug, and Jim immediately melted into the embrace. After a few seconds Bones shifted so they could lie more comfortably; Bones on his back with Jim half-laying on his chest.
"Don't worry kid, I'm not goin' anywhere."
Jim smiled, then pressed his palm against Bones' chest again. "I'll hold you to that."
After a moment Bones' hand came to rest over his, and Jim had the distinct feeling Bones was smiling too.
They lay quietly like that for a few minutes, Bones rubbing soothing little circles over Jim’s back, until Jim moved so he could look at Bones. Bones looked back at him, a softness in his gaze than Jim knew no one else had ever seen, save for Joanna, and, perhaps, once upon a time, Jocelyn.
It must have had something to do with that knowledge, that he was one of only two people Bones could share that look with, because a wave of emotion hit him, that was so strong he felt the prickle of tears at the backs of his eyes. He tried to turn away from Bones and blink those tears back before he could see, but Bones moved his hands to cup Jim's face, rubbing his calloused thumbs lightly over his cheekbones.
Then Jim saw something change in Bones’ eyes and before he could figure out what it was, Bones was kissing him. Just a soft brush of lips at first that was over by the time Jim processed what was happening. Bones’ expression was clearly one of fear; fear of rejection, fear of change, Jim wasn’t sure which. It was probably both; he knew he himself was feeling both.
Jim had never been one for caution, but right now the thought of taking this further, taking it to places where the protective barriers he had built around his heart would fall away, was terrifying. But none of that seemed to matter as much as the all-encompassing fear of never knowing what could have been.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed his lips firmly against Bones’. There was a moment where time seemed to stand still before he felt Bones relax beneath him and begin to kiss him back. Jim couldn’t help the little whimper of relief and pleasure, and he felt more than heard Bones respond with a similar noise.
For a couple of minutes they kissed slowly, leisurely, exploring each other’s mouths while hands roamed over backs, tangled through hair, gently stroked faces. Jim’s breath caught when Bones gently flipped them so he was underneath and ground their hips together.
They knew that neither of them had much experience with guys, but the burn of want and need they both felt grew too urgent to ignore. It only took a few seconds to undress, since they were only wearing boxers, and they both moaned when their hips rocked together, sensation and heat sharper now that they were no longer separated by fabric.
Bones briefly teased Jim’s nipples with his tongue, before sliding a hand down to stroke his hardness. Jim mewled and arched against him.
“Jim.” Bones whispered against his neck. “What do you want?”
Jim immediately knew his answer; he didn’t even have to think about it. He gently pulled Bones’ head up so he could look him in the eyes. “I want you inside me.”
Bones gasped almost inaudibly, then nodded after a few seconds, because he couldn’t form the words. Instead he kissed Jim, somehow tenderly and passionately at the same time. When he pulled away they were both breathless.
“Have you ever done this before?” Jim shook his head.
“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jim just smiled. “I trust you.”
Bones smiled back, then reached over to grab lube out of the drawer beside the bed. Jim felt a little flutter of nervousness as Bones slicked lube onto his fingers, but he firmly shoved it aside. He knew this was right. He could feel it.
Bones looked at him again, giving him another chance to back out. Jim wasn’t taking it.
Bones pressed a finger against his entrance gently, slowly loosening the tight ring of muscle until he could slide the finger all the way inside.
The sensation was a little strange, but definitely not bad. After a minute Bones slowly added a second finger and Jim gasped at the slight burn, then focused on relaxing. This was a little difficult when he could practically taste Bones’ tension, and it was getting annoying.
“Would you stop worrying so much? I’m fine.”
“Alright. But promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you at all.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “A little pain is inevitable.”
“Don’t care, just promise me.” Jim promised. Then Bones twisted his fingers a little deeper, and then curled them, and Jim couldn’t help arching and crying out as the movement sent white hot jolts of pleasure through him.
“Bones!” he whispered desperately. “More, please!”
Bones obliged, adding a third finger, stretching him further whilst continuing to stimulate his prostate. Soon Jim was thrashing about beneath Bones, gasping and moaning softly.
“Please Bones,” he panted. “Please. Make love to me.”
Bones entered him as slowly and carefully as he could; it still hurt, but not nearly as much as Jim had expected. Bones was kissing him lovingly, tenderly and whispering soothing praise, endearments and encouragements until Jim relaxed.
“Bones.” He whispered as blue met hazel. “I love you.”
Bones kissed him again, softly, and murmured “Love you too kid.”
For a while they just kissed and enjoyed the indescribable feeling of being joined to someone they had loved so much for so long and had thought they could never have, until Jim indicated that he’d adjusted enough for Bones to move, by bucking his hips up and hissing “Move dammit!”
“Demanding bastard.”
“You love it.”
Bones didn’t respond because he was too busy moaning as Jim clenched his muscles around him, and flicked a tongue out to tease a nipple. Jim chuckled, but the sound quickly became a breathless cry as Bones changed his angle and thrust hard against his prostate. After this, there was no more talking, save for the occasional whispered name or shouted expletive.
Their rhythm soon became erratic as they pulled each other closer and closer to the edge. Jim’s hands were no doubt leaving bruises on Bones’ shoulders, Bones’ nails had almost certainly scratched a little too deep here and there, but none of that mattered as they both tumbled into oblivion, crying out each other’s names as they fell.
And somehow, they would catch each other, no matter what. Jim just knew it.
Jim has a nightmare about Bones dying, which sends him to his friend's room in the middle of the night, needing to be sure he's okay. Bones is all sleepy and rumpled, but he offers comfort, when Kirk tells him what the problem is.
Comfort results in sex.
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17 to be on the safe side
Warnings: Some descriptions of violence
Disclaimer: Belongs to Paramount, not me
Jim awoke panting and trembling, Bones' final screams of agony still echoing in his head. After a few moments of blind panic, Jim realized he'd been dreaming. Still breathing shakily, he tried to stop the tears falling, to no avail. The vivid images seemed to permanently branded to his retinas, he couldn't focus on anything but his best friend's blood pouring freely onto hard concrete, the sound of bones splintering, muscles and ligaments tearing, flesh sizzling. But most of all he could still see the fear and pain in Bones' hazel eyes, staring straight at him, boring into his soul.
A couple of minutes later, Jim was still shaking, tears still burning no matter how much he tried to remind himself that it wasn't real. That Bones was alive and whole and asleep a few decks away. Gradually his breathing slowed to a more normal rate and he managed to will himself to stop crying. Cursing himself for getting stupidly upset over a stupid dream, Jim rolled over and tried to force it out of his mind.
10 minutes later he admitted to himself that there was no way he was getting back to sleep. He spent another 5 minutes trying to quash the irrational need to see Bones, touch him, make certain he was alive, even though he already knew that he was, dammit!
With a sigh, Jim crawled out of bed, shivering a little at the rush of air against his sweat-dampened skin. He ran his hands through his hair, trying to coerce it into a vaguely presentable state, but soon gave up and just headed off anyway. He didn't need a mirror to know that he looked like hell, and would need to do a lot more than brush his hair to change that.
He really couldn't bring himself to care who saw him, and he barely noticed the strange, slightly frightened looks he was getting as he trudged down the halls. When he reached Bones' door, he briefly considered announcing himself, but quickly decided against it.
He a) didn't need Bones seeing him so undone by a stupid dream, and b) he valued his own life a little too much to wake his grumpy-at-the-best-of-times best friend up in the middle of the night. Though a "Dammit, Jim", or really anything, just to hear his voice would really help right now.
Using his override command (yeah, being Captain could be useful sometimes) Jim opened the door and slipped into the room. He felt a little better immediately, and then a lot better as soon as he saw Bones, who was sleeping peacefully, curled up on his side, looking so different to the way he'd been in the dream, scrunched up in pain, battered and broken.
But Jim still felt the overwhelming need to touch him.
Hesitating only a second, he pressed a palm lightly against Bones' chest, feeling the steady, reassuring beat of his heart and warmth of his skin. Jim breathed out a shaky sigh of relief, even as he told himself he was being a complete idiot.
Bones shifted a little, but didn't wake. Still feeling pathetic but entirely unable to do anything about it, Jim lifted up the covers and carefully slipped into the bed next to Bones. There wasn't much room, but Jim didn't mind. He was just glad to have Bones here, close enough to touch, and still breathing. On impulse, he reached out a hand and put it back onto Bones' chest, and moved a little closer, still careful not to wake him.
For the moment Jim wasn't thinking about the explaining he would have to do in the morning. For the first time since his dream began, he felt safe. Smiling slightly, he drifted off to sleep.
He was awoken again what could have been minutes or hours later by a sharp jab in the ribs. It took him a second to figure out where he was, and remember why he was here. He blinked and peered blearily up at Bones' confused and slightly worried face.
"What's wrong?" Jim opened his mouth to reply, but Bones cut him off. "And don't you dare tell me nothin', 'cause people don’t just crawl into other people’s beds unless there's somethin' wrong.
Dammit. Jim considered his options. He could a) make a break for it, b) think of a good excuse or c) tell the truth. After a few moments thought, he figured out that option a) would only cause him more trouble later. He couldn't think of anything decent for plan b). Therefore c) was, unfortunately the only way to go.
"Well. Uh- I had this nightmare." J
im fidgeted and kept his eyes focused on the sheets, too embarrassed to meet Bones' eyes.
"You know that last away mission, when we got captured?"
Jim immediately kicked himself for phrasing that as a question, because now he had to look up to acknowledge Bones' sharp nod.
"Well, this version-ah- ended somewhat worse. You-died. And-uh" Jim swallowed hard, trying to push back the detailed images flooding his head. "It just felt so real, and I- I just had to make sure you were alive." He finished in a small voice.
He chanced a glance upward; Bones was looking at him with an unreadable expression.
“I’m sorry,” He shouldn't have bothered Bones with this childish reaction to a dream.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you."
He moved to leave, but Bones stopped him with a hand on his arm. Jim started to protest, but Bones cut him off.
"Shut up and c'mere!" Bones all but growled, but affection was still clear in his eyes and tone. He pulled Jim into a slightly awkward, one armed hug, and Jim immediately melted into the embrace. After a few seconds Bones shifted so they could lie more comfortably; Bones on his back with Jim half-laying on his chest.
"Don't worry kid, I'm not goin' anywhere."
Jim smiled, then pressed his palm against Bones' chest again. "I'll hold you to that."
After a moment Bones' hand came to rest over his, and Jim had the distinct feeling Bones was smiling too.
They lay quietly like that for a few minutes, Bones rubbing soothing little circles over Jim’s back, until Jim moved so he could look at Bones. Bones looked back at him, a softness in his gaze than Jim knew no one else had ever seen, save for Joanna, and, perhaps, once upon a time, Jocelyn.
It must have had something to do with that knowledge, that he was one of only two people Bones could share that look with, because a wave of emotion hit him, that was so strong he felt the prickle of tears at the backs of his eyes. He tried to turn away from Bones and blink those tears back before he could see, but Bones moved his hands to cup Jim's face, rubbing his calloused thumbs lightly over his cheekbones.
Then Jim saw something change in Bones’ eyes and before he could figure out what it was, Bones was kissing him. Just a soft brush of lips at first that was over by the time Jim processed what was happening. Bones’ expression was clearly one of fear; fear of rejection, fear of change, Jim wasn’t sure which. It was probably both; he knew he himself was feeling both.
Jim had never been one for caution, but right now the thought of taking this further, taking it to places where the protective barriers he had built around his heart would fall away, was terrifying. But none of that seemed to matter as much as the all-encompassing fear of never knowing what could have been.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed his lips firmly against Bones’. There was a moment where time seemed to stand still before he felt Bones relax beneath him and begin to kiss him back. Jim couldn’t help the little whimper of relief and pleasure, and he felt more than heard Bones respond with a similar noise.
For a couple of minutes they kissed slowly, leisurely, exploring each other’s mouths while hands roamed over backs, tangled through hair, gently stroked faces. Jim’s breath caught when Bones gently flipped them so he was underneath and ground their hips together.
They knew that neither of them had much experience with guys, but the burn of want and need they both felt grew too urgent to ignore. It only took a few seconds to undress, since they were only wearing boxers, and they both moaned when their hips rocked together, sensation and heat sharper now that they were no longer separated by fabric.
Bones briefly teased Jim’s nipples with his tongue, before sliding a hand down to stroke his hardness. Jim mewled and arched against him.
“Jim.” Bones whispered against his neck. “What do you want?”
Jim immediately knew his answer; he didn’t even have to think about it. He gently pulled Bones’ head up so he could look him in the eyes. “I want you inside me.”
Bones gasped almost inaudibly, then nodded after a few seconds, because he couldn’t form the words. Instead he kissed Jim, somehow tenderly and passionately at the same time. When he pulled away they were both breathless.
“Have you ever done this before?” Jim shook his head.
“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jim just smiled. “I trust you.”
Bones smiled back, then reached over to grab lube out of the drawer beside the bed. Jim felt a little flutter of nervousness as Bones slicked lube onto his fingers, but he firmly shoved it aside. He knew this was right. He could feel it.
Bones looked at him again, giving him another chance to back out. Jim wasn’t taking it.
Bones pressed a finger against his entrance gently, slowly loosening the tight ring of muscle until he could slide the finger all the way inside.
The sensation was a little strange, but definitely not bad. After a minute Bones slowly added a second finger and Jim gasped at the slight burn, then focused on relaxing. This was a little difficult when he could practically taste Bones’ tension, and it was getting annoying.
“Would you stop worrying so much? I’m fine.”
“Alright. But promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you at all.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “A little pain is inevitable.”
“Don’t care, just promise me.” Jim promised. Then Bones twisted his fingers a little deeper, and then curled them, and Jim couldn’t help arching and crying out as the movement sent white hot jolts of pleasure through him.
“Bones!” he whispered desperately. “More, please!”
Bones obliged, adding a third finger, stretching him further whilst continuing to stimulate his prostate. Soon Jim was thrashing about beneath Bones, gasping and moaning softly.
“Please Bones,” he panted. “Please. Make love to me.”
Bones entered him as slowly and carefully as he could; it still hurt, but not nearly as much as Jim had expected. Bones was kissing him lovingly, tenderly and whispering soothing praise, endearments and encouragements until Jim relaxed.
“Bones.” He whispered as blue met hazel. “I love you.”
Bones kissed him again, softly, and murmured “Love you too kid.”
For a while they just kissed and enjoyed the indescribable feeling of being joined to someone they had loved so much for so long and had thought they could never have, until Jim indicated that he’d adjusted enough for Bones to move, by bucking his hips up and hissing “Move dammit!”
“Demanding bastard.”
“You love it.”
Bones didn’t respond because he was too busy moaning as Jim clenched his muscles around him, and flicked a tongue out to tease a nipple. Jim chuckled, but the sound quickly became a breathless cry as Bones changed his angle and thrust hard against his prostate. After this, there was no more talking, save for the occasional whispered name or shouted expletive.
Their rhythm soon became erratic as they pulled each other closer and closer to the edge. Jim’s hands were no doubt leaving bruises on Bones’ shoulders, Bones’ nails had almost certainly scratched a little too deep here and there, but none of that mattered as they both tumbled into oblivion, crying out each other’s names as they fell.
And somehow, they would catch each other, no matter what. Jim just knew it.