Fic: Don't kill yourself! Just stick it! - 31 July & 1 August 2012 (chapter 4/6)
Title: Don’t kill yourself! Just stick it! - Tuesday, 31 July 2012 & Wednesday, 1 August 2012 (Chapter 4/6)
Beta: dizilla and aquila_star
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Word Count: 6,807 (43,000 overall)
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, Gaila, Spock & Pike
Warnings: Masturbation, Sex, AU - olympic gymnastics
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit!
Summary: Pike is back, safe and sound, but things are still not quite right between the US' golden boy of gymnastics and the team Doctor. Jim's teammates might just have a few suggestions and comments to help him figure things out.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 on AO3 here.
Jim took another bite of the pasta which he had selected for his dinner and ignored the comments from whoever it was who had just walked behind him about him still wearing his shades.
“Training mishap? That’s really what we are sticking to?” Sulu asked as he waved his fork in the air, tomato stuck to it.
Jim lifted his eyes to glance over the top of the shades that had slipped down his nose a bit. Night had drifted in, but the sun had been shining in his direction from a gap in the buildings when they had chosen an outside table to eat their meal at, hence him wearing his sunglasses. He had just been too lazy to take them off; food had been more important at that moment.
“Pike’s orders. No matter who asks us, that’s the reason, not some late night excursion into Hackney. It’s way more believable than the missing teeth on Kim at the ‘92 Games.”
Before the others could respond, they were distracted by Gaila pulling the spare chair out at their table and seating herself with a complete lack of her usual grace.
“Thought you were staying a bit longer at the Arena?” Jim asked.
“I have a date,” Gaila said as she leaned forward and picked up a piece of spirali off of Jim’s plate and popped it in her mouth before grinning at them. “Nyota has lots of media to do anyway. At least I won’t have to worry about that when it’s my turn.”
“Don’t think this is a dinner date,” Jim observed. He didn’t hide his smile at the laughter from Pavel and Sulu.
“Oh, there is dinner,” Gaila replied. “You are just going to have to find someone else to, hmm, work out your frustrations this evening.” Gaila stole another piece of pasta.
“That won’t be hard around here,” Jim pointed out, smacking her hand lightly but letting her steal the food anyway.
Once more she popped it into her mouth, but she retaliated to the little smack by leaning forward again and quickly removing Jim’s shades. Jim just gave her a look. Like many other times, Jim found himself being inspected closely by Gaila. Blue eyes looking closely at the black eye that he was now sporting and the reason for the previous conversation.
“I think though, that you would only want attention from Leonard tonight.”
Jim was sure the look on his face was pretty disbelieving.
“We all heard the way you called out his name last night when Montgomery brought the van around,” Gaila continued.
“I did not,” Jim protested. He had no idea what Gaila was talking about.
“Bones!” Gaila cried out in some strange impression she must of thought sounded like Jim.
Jim just shook his head at her before speaking his thoughts out loud, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Jim, you did call out to Dr. McCoy,” Pavel said.
“Well, I had Pike, he needed medical attention,” Jim said.
Gaila gave him one of her fond ‘I don’t believe you just said that’ looks. “Whatever! I should go get ready,” Gaila said as she stood up. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jim’s cheek before whispering in his ear low enough so the others couldn’t hear, “I only tease because I care and I know how you get the night before. If you sleep with anyone but Leonard, you’ll regret it and possibly him too. I saw you holding his hand.”
“Hikaru, give me a hug,” Gaila said as she walked behind Jim, who was pretending to be engrossed in his meal, trying to ignore Gaila’s last advice.
“Don’t do anything I won’t,” Sulu told her.
“I solemnly swear I will do lots more than you will.” Gaila waggled her eyebrows at Sulu before stepping into another hug, this time from Pavel. “Look after him tonight, and make sure he is perfect for tomorrow.”
Pavel replied to Gaila in Russian, and all three of them waved goodbye to Gaila as she jogged effortlessly in the direction of their apartment block. Jim snorted quietly as he noticed almost everyone stop and watch her as she passed them. There was a quiet conversation going on with Sulu and Pavel, so Jim stood up with his plate.
“I’ll catch you guys later,” Jim said as he started to walk back to the dining hall to return his plate. He resisted looking around to see what the expressions on the faces of the other two were.
Once the plate was returned, he stood for a moment, a little nonplussed as to where to go next. He had possibly figured out what moment Gaila was referring to. He had called out Bones’ name, but that was in relief to see the van, and Bones had just been... there.
Jim sighed and took a different route out of the dining hall so he wouldn’t walk past the outdoor dining area before heading in the same direction as Gaila.
It was only a short distance and instead of waiting for the elevator with a group of Italians already there, he headed for the stairs. He took them two at a time, so by the time he was walking into his and Bones’ room he was breathing heavily.
Bones was seated on the couch, doing some paperwork or something on his laptop. He had a little notebook next to him he was looking at.
“Hey,” Jim greeted as Bones looked up.
Bones looked at his watch, before looking back at Jim. “What’re you doing back?”
“Jeez mom, I didn’t know I would get told off for being back before curfew,” Jim sassed. A little part of him needed to prod at Bones, to get him to react somehow and take Jim’s mind off how attractive Bones was. It was all Gaila’s fault and possibly Bones’ too.
“It’s the night before Individuals--” Bones started to say before Jim interrupted him.
“First you are mom and now Captain Obvious.”
“What’s made you so snippity? Wait a minute, where’s Gaila?”
Jim started to walk past Bones, but that stopped him. “She has a date.”
“Ahh.” Bones had that smile on his face. The little sly one that had Jim thinking bad, bad thoughts.
“Ahh what?’ Jim asked.
“That explains it. You ain’t gettin’ laid tonight and so it’s pissed-off-Jim I get to deal with.”
“I don’t need to get laid!”
Bones was still smiling at him and Jim wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
“You still wrongly believe that getting laid the night before makes you all looser and able to perform better,” Bones said.
“There is--”
“There is no scientific proof of that theory, no matter how much you try and test it,” Bones talked over the top of Jim.
“I didn’t get laid the other night,” Jim pointed out, hands on his hips and looking down at Bones, who had now leaned back into the couch, a smug smile still on his face.
“Fine, you jerked off in the shower instead. I probably wasn’t the only one who heard you.”
Jim decided he had had enough of being on the defensive side of this conversation. It was time to turn it back around.
“And we won, so you might be onto something. I should probably stick to that routine a bit,” Jim said as he walked the couple of steps into the bedroom. His bed was closest to the door, so he got rid of his shoes and socks and lay down on the bed. For a moment he closed his eyes and thought about what Gaila had said and how it had felt to just have his hand over Bones’ yesterday. His cock started to stir a little at the memory of Bones’ magic hands. Of how many times he had helped fix Jim’s aches and pains. No matter what happened or what trouble Jim got himself into, he always trusted that Bones would be there for him.
Jim plumped up his pillows so he could see down his body a bit better. He kept one hand behind his head while the other started to rub his cock. He bit his lip when he remembered Bones lying over him in the van, those hazel eyes staring down. All the little bits of Bones’ body that attracted him were next on the list he was developing in his mind. The exceptional ass, his broad shoulders, and the way his Southern accent got stronger the angrier he got or, he hoped, when Bones was turned on. Jim rubbed harder, the friction of his pants increasing the feeling and his cock swelled appreciatively. The best image though, was of Bones from that club they had gone out to earlier in the year.
Jim had found a gorgeous partner for the evening and had left Bones to enjoy himself as well. He had gotten to the door when she remembered she had left her jacket behind. Jim, being the gentleman that his mom had taught him to be, offered to go back and get it. He didn’t expect to see what he did when he got to the jacket still hanging over the back of the chair.
Bones kissing a guy.
In high school, Jim had figured out that he was bi. He liked women a bit more, probably on the 60-40 ratio, but he hadn’t known that Bones was bi too, until then. The guy had his hands on Bones’ ass and Bones had his hands on the guy’s head, holding him in place and it seemed he was enjoying the kiss. Jim didn’t get a good look at the guy from the back view, but he thought he recognized him from earlier. Blond, good physique and fairly attractive. Bones did have exceptional taste in women, and his taste in men seemed to be just as discriminating. Jim smiled and had quietly said, “Right on,” before he turned, jacket in hand and headed back to his date for the evening.
Would Bones let him grab his ass? Would he grab Jim’s? The idea of Bones gripping hard and pulling his cheeks apart, made Jim groan a little.
“Jim! You better not be--”
Jim opened his eyes in shock, pulling him out of his imagination. Bones was standing just inside the doorway and looking at where Jim’s hand was only just covering his clothed cock. Bones now appeared to be speechless.
“You thought I was jerking off?” Jim asked, knowing his smile was as broad as his cock was hard. It had leaped a little when he’d seen Bones and his parted lips. They would look spectacular around his cock, Jim couldn’t help thinking. He probably shouldn’t be fantasizing about his best friend, but Gaila had started it and then yesterday had happened.
Bones’ mouth opened a few times as if to bring forth speech. Nothing came out until finally he got mastery over his voice.
“What do you call that then?” Bones pointed at Jim’s now still hand.
“Yeah, but you thought I was gonna be naked, or at least have ‘Little Tiberius’ out? And still you came in here,” Jim pointed out.
“Fuck’s sake, only you would name your dick.” Bones was giving a look at the ceiling, as if God was going to respond to his call for help to deal with idiots.
Jim really hoped that God didn’t join in this conversation.
“I can name yours too, if you want. Bones’ boner? Nah too obvious...”
“Jim,” Bones growled.
“You’ve advocated sticking to a routine before a competition and that includes the meal and the night before. So here’s me sticking to my routine,” Jim said, rubbing a little up and down on his cock which really was still quite interested in the attention.
“Your routine was not in this room! I sleep there for Christ’s sake, and the door is wide open.” Bones gesticulated with one hand in one direction and then the other back out toward the lounge.
“Fine, I’ll jerk off in the shower again then. Makes cleaning up easier.” Jim sat up and started to shimmy down the bed, right in Bones’ direction.
Bones took a step back, a little disturbed it seemed, and Jim wondered if maybe Bones was attracted to him too? There were those touches during the competition yesterday, but they had been so fleeting that maybe Jim had imagined more to them, and there was also the time in the van when Bones had let him hold his hand. Jim knew that Bones had more scruples than him most of the time, and he would be a bit more hesitant about pushing the boundaries of their friendship. Jim liked to push limits though, so he watched Bones carefully.
“I have no idea what goes on in ass-backward Iowa to make you think jerking off in the same room where someone else sleeps...” Bones had his hands on his hips and Jim’s cock leaped a little again to hear his accent getting thicker. Not to mention Jim’s glance down at what Bones’ hands on his hips were highlighting--Bones’ own nicely sized cock that helped fill out his pants.
He wondered if anger or desire was the cause of the thickening accent.
“Yeah, ‘cause down South no one jerks off. Amazed y’all are able to procreate at all!” Jim slowly stood up from the end of the bed.
Bones had retreated just a little into the small corridor between the bedroom and the bathroom.
“Ass-backward as I said, no one gets pregnant from jerking off,” Bones spat out and Jim could see the resistance he was employing not to poke his finger at Jim, his hand twitching at his side.
“Do tell, doctor. Care to give me any other advice about sex?” Jim asked as he brought both hands to cup over his cock and rub slowly up and down.
“Unbelievable!” Bones snapped before he turned and retreated back into the lounge area, Jim’s laughter following him.
“You have ten minutes, no, fifteen and then I’ll be back. You are impossible the night before.”
Jim heard Bones snap his laptop shut and then saw him heading for the door, carrying it.
Jim dropped his head back to thunk a little on the doorframe. He opened his eyes and looked back into the bedroom. On the other side of the room was Bones’ bed and Jim knew it was going to smell like Bones. He had been a bit of an asshole in pushing at Bones, but if Bones had stayed Jim wouldn’t have been able to jerk off with him in the next room. He would have gone out and asked for help. Well, maybe not asked, there would have been kissing and Jim straddling his lap, and grinding and, fuck, moaning. Which Jim was now doing as he rubbed harder again.
Others liked to claim he leaped without looking, and it was probably one of the stupidest things he could do, but Jim grabbed the box of tissues and walked quickly over to Bones’ bed. The tissues were tossed to the side of the bed before Jim dropped down onto it, inhaling the faint traces of Bones’ favorite aftershave and that smell that was just him. Jim pushed his pants down quickly and then pulled his top off and tossed it back onto his own bed. He got one leg out of the pants before his cock was just too demanding and wanted attention.
Now Jim let the fantasies, that he didn’t know he’d had hiding in his subconscious, roam freely. Bones’ hands, his tongue, Bones did like to kiss with tongue. Jim had seem him seduce enough women with his tongue, via honeyed words coated around a Deep South accent and then chasing those words into the woman’s mouth and enticing her tongue to come out and play. Fuck, Bones rimming his ass would be divine. Jim dwelled on that, the feel of it, the way his balls were now heavy with need. He used one hand to play with his balls, rubbing them and squeezing while his pre-cum was being spread up and down his cock by his other hand. It burned a little, but Jim liked that. The imaginary Bones in his head was now sucking on his balls before trailing his tongue up Jim’s cock. Bones would tease with his tongue, promising to suck his head in but always just sliding back down his cock again, never giving Jim what he wanted straight away.
Jim’s hand on his balls drifted a little lower and his index finger teased at the entrance to his ass. It’d been awhile since Jim had been fucked and his nerves were begging for attention. Jim thought about Bones above him, intent and hot with the tip of his cock at his entrance. Jim planted his feet on the bed and lifted his hips up for better access. As his finger slipped just inside his hole, he thought about how it would feel if it was Bones.
“Fuck!” he cried out as his cock pulsed and he came. He pushed his finger further in to increase the feeling and his hips stuttered. It was intense and hot and cold at the same time. His skin felt heated and his finger, which he pulled out slowly, created a burn of near pleasure. His seed on his chest was the cold, and his other hand reached over to pull out a few tissues to wipe himself up with.
As he breathed heavily, coming back down from the orgasm, he was kinda glad that Bones wasn’t around. No way would he have been able to keep that in. He lay for a moment with his eyes shut and the tissues wadded up into a ball on his chest.
Eventually he shook himself and sat up, picking up the tissues. Going to sleep on Bones’ bed, almost naked, probably wasn’t the best idea. He was about to toss the tissues into the bin, but they smelled and it would have been obvious that Jim had jerked off in the room and not in the bathroom. He pulled off his pants with his other hand and stood, tossing the pants onto his bed and walked bare-assed into the bathroom. He flushed the evidence down the toilet and looked at the shower.
Before he got in, he had to do something. He got his phone from the lounge and wandered back to lean on the door frame again. After he sent this message, he was going to neaten up Bones’ bed and then have a shower.
Sorry. I was an asshole.
oOo
“For Fuck’s sake, Jim! You did not need to do that vault again. I have no idea what goes through your head at times!”
Jim glanced down at his medal and back up at Bones who was still ranting about all the things that could have gone wrong with the vault. No one else was in the corridor apart from the two of them, Pike, Spock, and Sulu as they walked back to the training gym after the medal ceremony.
Ever since Pike had made his reappearance at the competition, much to the surprise of Nero, the team had made sure that two team members were always with Pike. With him being in a wheelchair, it meant that there was always someone to push him around anyway. His treatment at the hands of the Romanians had caused some issues with bruising around his spine or something, Bones had said. At least they kept the bruises they had given Pike where they could be hidden by clothes, and the story that Pike had a virus was more or less believed. The U.K. police had talked to them all about keeping things quiet, as it was an ongoing investigation and, while Nero was suspected, there was no real link yet to prove he was involved. Deporting the head coach of a sporting team at the Olympics would be big news if it happened. There was no love lost between the media and the police here and they had already had a lot of bad press leading into the Games, Jim had heard.
“I understand your friendship is close. Are you acquainted with a way to make the Doctor cease his complaints?” Spock asked Jim quietly as they continued the walk down the corridor.
Bones was still ranting but he had turned around, causing them all to stop. Bones now was poking Jim in the chest as well as alternating with his complaints distributed between Jim and Spock about their foolhardiness and blatant stupidity. At least with Bones you knew it wasn’t going to devolve into a comment about parentage, no matter how angry he got. There were just some lines he didn’t cross.
Jim had had enough of Bones’ complaints though, as he had been at it quietly since vault rotation and he knew that Bones was mostly just venting his frustrations about Pike, free to do so now that he was safely back. He knew that Bones was also frustrated by Jim doing The Vault, but while Jim could mostly handle Bones’ complaints, the others didn’t need to hear it. So, Jim did what he thought was the logical thing to do to shut Bones up.
He grabbed Bones’ face, which shocked Bones just for a moment and as Bones opened his mouth to speak again, Jim closed the distance and kissed him. It was brief, as Jim knew there was an audience, but the man had been driving him nuts for over a day with his presence. Jim had woken up with one hell of a hard on and the remnants of a dream that almost brought him back to his teen years. Waking up with come on the sheets was not something a guy his age should still be doing. He had even started to rub himself off under the sheets as he looked over at Bones, who had kicked the quilt down around his hips, showing off the gentle curve of his spine. Bones groaning and rolling over had Jim leaping out of the bed, almost setting a new record for the high jump, before he made a run for the bathroom.
Bones’ lips were soft and slightly parted and as much as Jim wanted to press his advantage, the silence around them reminded him that there were others near. He pulled away, staring into Bones’ eyes which were looking back at him, a little confused.
“That do?” Jim asked Spock as his hands slowly slid off Bones’ face.
Bones was blinking, still stunned. Jim knew he was a good kisser, even when he was a nobody back in Riverside, before he started winning gymnastic competitions, he had gotten plenty of compliments. That wasn’t even his best kiss.
“It has achieved the desired result, but I will not be endeavoring to employ that method in the future,” Spock replied as he pushed Pike past Jim and Bones.
“Anytime you need,” Jim offered.
Pike had a look on his face that promised he would be talking with Jim later. Sulu followed the other two quickly, leaving just Bones and Jim in the corridor.
“Bones--,” Jim started to say, reaching for Bones again, but this time to just touch him on the hip. He wanted, needed, to touch and connect with Bones.
“Don’t, Jim,” Bones bit out, looking a bit angry at Jim before he turned and stormed off, leaving Jim alone in the corridor with his medal.
Jim sighed deeply as he glanced down at the medal, a moment when he should be on top of the world, but he wondered if he had just fucked things up majorly instead.
oOo
Jim stood outside the door to their room and leaned forward to rest his head on it. He had endured an interesting talk with Pike about what had happened. Jim had been inclined to attempt to brush it off, but one look at Pike’s face and he knew that wasn’t going to wash. Some truths came out that he hadn’t fully been cognizant of. He wanted more than just a fuck with Bones; he didn’t exactly say that to Pike, just the general gist of it. As such, he was told to tread carefully with his actions. There wasn’t anything official about athletes and officials in relationships but it was frowned upon.
Bones had kept well away from Jim, even going back to the village early instead of waiting around like he always did. Gaila had obviously been told by Sulu what had happened and she gave Jim a high five as he had walked over to her. Her approval was infectious, but he missed the feeling when Bones was near. The media and more drug testing kept him at the venue longer, so much so that the trip back it was just Spock, Pike, Sulu and Jim on the bus. It was a lot quieter than what you would expect when there was an olympic gold and bronze medal in their possessions.
With a deep breath, Jim waved his pass over the reader and opened the door. His bracing for dealing with an angry Bones had come to naught. As Jim moved around the room, he saw that Bones wasn’t there. It seemed he had been in the room but then left. Jim wondered if he had gone to dinner. Jim looked over at his medal, now back its case, just missing Bones and wanting him to be there in the room with him.
oOo
It was late when Jim returned after his own dinner with Sulu and Pavel who, thankfully, didn’t say anything about Bones and him. Bones still wasn’t in their room. Jim picked up his phone and looked at it, thinking about sending a message to Bones, but he put the phone down, picked up his laptop and opened it up to start reading one of the books he had loaded up on there before coming to the U.K.
Eventually Jim took himself to bed, but he couldn’t sleep. He was worried about Bones, especially considering what had happened with Pike. He thought he might have dozed lightly but he was fully awake when he heard the door to the apartment open. Bones had finally returned.
Jim lay on his side, listening to Bones come in quietly and make his way through their room in the dark. Bones started to take his clothes off in preparation for going to bed so Jim bided his time, his back turned until he heard Bones pulling the quilt back.
“Where have you been?” Jim asked.
“Jesus, Jim, you scared the crap outta me!” Bones replied, getting into his bed.
Jim rolled over so he could see Bones by the low ambient night light that was flowing into their room from the window. “And you didn’t think I would be worried where you were? Especially after Pike had gone missing?”
Bones just humphed and rolled over so his back was to Jim, pulling up the quilt.
“Great. I get the silent treatment. You really are the pot!”
Bones rolled over onto his back with a growl and his hands showed his frustration at Jim with a gesture toward the ceiling. A deep sigh emanated from Bones before he spoke. “I can’t believe you! You think just ‘cause you go around and kiss someone that they are immediately going to be attracted to you. You don’t have that great a power to turn someone Kirk-sexual,” Bones bit out.
“Well, I know I don’t have the power to turn you bi. Can’t turn someone into something they already are,” Jim replied just as angrily.
“What?” Bones snapped.
“I’ve seen you kiss a guy and enjoy it.”
Bones made a little pshaw sort of noise as he stared back up at the ceiling, ignoring Jim again.
“You have,” Jim pushed.
“Fine, but that still doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Bullshit!”
“Oh, listen to the Great James T. Kirk, who can’t believe someone isn’t interested in him.”
Jim wasn’t going to stand for that. He got out of bed and before Bones could do anything about it, was perched over the top of Bones on his bed, holding him in place with his hands and knees.
“Jim,” Bones said warily.
Jim could see how still Bones was holding himself. “You are,” Jim said, looking closely at Bones’ face and the whites of his eyes, seeing how nervous Bones was with the situation.
“Ah!” Jim cried as Bones pushed him heavily on his chest causing him to sprawl inelegantly on the floor after rolling off the bed with a thunk. “That hurt!” Jim complained as he shook the wrist which had taken most of his weight as he fell.
Bones got out of bed, clad only in his tight cotton boxer briefs and bending over Jim, started to inspect Jim’s wrist. Jim knew Bones couldn’t see much and it was almost next to useless looking at his wrist with the minimal light in the room, but Bones had his hands on him and Jim had an unimpeded view of Bones’ cock in his underwear. If his memory served him correctly, Bones was a little hard and bigger than Jim had seen before.
Jim licked his lips and thought about reaching up with his other hand and just touching Bones, to just feel that cock under his hand, its heat and its heavy weight. Before he could do something so stupid, Bones had dropped his hand and was striding away. Jim shielded his eyes as Bones turned on the light. He scrambled to stand up and face Bones, who was stepping back to lift up Jim’s wrist again.
“Does this hurt?” Bones asked as he pushed a little on Jim’s wrist.
“If I say yes, will you kiss it better?”
“Jim!” Bones dropped Jim’s hand and strode away to the light switch again.
“Speaking of kisses, you liked mine.”
Bones stopped, his hand hovering just over the switch with his back to Jim.
Jim took in the tension in his shoulders, the elegant line of his back and the fucking gorgeous ass highlighted perfectly by the light. He wanted to caress it just as closely as the light was.
“No,” Bones said quietly.
Jim marched over and spun Bones around, holding him by his upper arms as he glared at him. “Yes, you did. If you didn’t, you would have pushed me away. You had time.”
Bones swallowed and Jim watched his Adam’s apple move up and down, the rest of Bones perfectly still. Jim decided to test his theory and leaned in close, so close that their noses were touching and his upper body was pressed to Bones’.
“If you didn’t and you aren’t anticipating right now that I will again, why are you half hard?” Jim whispered. On his final question he stepped up so that Bones could feel exactly how hard Jim was for him and watched carefully for Bones’ reaction, a flare in his eyes as he held himself still.
“Fuck, Bones. You feel so good,” Jim said as he glanced down at Bones’ lips and the temptation they were to Jim. Jim thought about all the reasons why he should resist, but when Bones let out a little whimper and a movement that rubbed their cocks together, Jim threw all caution to the wind.
Kissing Bones was...good. Somewhere in his mind he knew the word was inadequate, but most of his thinking was just on making this second kiss way better than the first. Jim managed to grope along the wall behind him and turn the light off. Bones’ lips were as soft as he remembered from the brief kiss earlier, but his hands were strong and sure on Jim’s ass. Bones lifted him a little so that their cocks would rub harder against each other. Jim’s hands scrambled across the smooth skin of Bones’ back, trying to find a bit of purchase while pressing Bones into the wall.
As Jim opened his mouth a little to flick out his tongue, he pulled Bones toward him, angling so they could walk, unsteadily, toward Jim’s bed. Bones groaned at the flick of the tongue and chased it with his own, deepening the kiss. Jim pulled and fell backward, relaxing his body just as he would if he was falling back onto a crash mat. Bones didn’t have the same training as Jim, so he landed solidly on Jim and broke their kiss.
“Ugh,” Jim let out involuntarily when Bones landed on him, before he started to wriggle up the bed, enticing Bones to come with him.
“Jim, wait,” Bones said as he raised himself up on his hands.
Jim had wriggled a little further up and his underwear had started to come down, his cock now pushing out the top and rubbing on Bones’ belly. Bones was breathing heavily and his head was down, granting Jim a view of the deep chestnut colour of his hair. Bones dropped his head further down to rest on Jim’s chest and Jim jumped a little to feel Bones breathing on his skin.
“Jim,” Bones said as he looked up. Even in the almost dark Jim could see that Bones wasn’t happy.
Jim resisted touching Bones, he knew if he did it would just scare him off quicker and Jim’s cock was begging for attention.
“Whatever you are thinking, stop it,” Jim said. “I want you and I know you want me too.”
“Jim, you’re an athlete and I’m an official, we can’t!”
“Nothing in the rules. I checked.”
“You’re my best friend...” Bones pleaded at him.
“I’ve never done it with a best friend, but I really want to. I don’t want to fuck this up between us either, but God, Bones do you understand how hot you are? How hard you make me?” Jim risked the chance to touch Bones, just gently on his face. He could see the shaking in Bones’ arms as he held himself up.
“It’s just adrenalin from your win,” Bones protested, finding one excuse after another.
“I know what that feels like, to win and be the best in the world, but this,” Jim waved between small space the two of them and shook his head. “Just for once, don’t fucking think.”
Jim surged up to kiss Bones again, deep and dirty. Jim got his arms around Bones’ waist and, using his strength, pulled him up just with his hands gripping on Bones’ ass. The slide up caused Jim’s underwear to pull up and over his cock again, but he didn’t care, he had Bones under his hands and Bones’ cock rubbing back up against him too.
Using his strength again, Jim pulled slowly down, making Bones follow him, until it was Bones using his strength to push Jim into the bed. One of Bones’ hands drifted up to card through Jim’s hair, tugging gently to make Jim arch his head back a little. Jim took that as an invitation to slowly slide his hands up and then down Bones’ back until he was cupping that ass again.
Jim didn’t know why on earth this idea hadn’t come to him sooner. Bones felt so good with his little thrusts and grinds. Jim’s cock was very pleased with the friction and Jim loved the feel of the softness of Bones’ ass under his hands, but there were also some muscles under there which gave his ass its excellent shape,a shape Jim had been admiring. Jim knew his own was pretty great, especially in lycra, but Bones’ was fit too.
Eventually Bones moved away from Jim’s lips, nipping a little path down his neck that had Jim arching his head even more, which in turn meant his hips pushed up higher. Jim had planted his feet on the bed; Bones’ cradled between his thighs.
“You drive me so mad,” Bones growled into Jim’s neck just before he started sucking a little harder.
Jim could feel his skin being pulled from between Bones’ teeth. Bones’ aftershave was stronger now that his exertions had him sweating. Jim had loved the smell of it in Bones’ own bed, but knowing that now Jim’s sheets were going to smell of Bones and him combined, along with another of Bones’ growls in that deep voice of his, was pushing Jim almost to the edge.
His fingers scrambled, almost without thought, up Bones’ back, slipping slightly on his skin before he got his hands on Bones’ head. With a growl, Jim pulled Bones’ head up, breaking the contact with his skin.
“Marking me now?” Jim asked, glaring a little at Bones. There was a small war going on in his mind between adding to the bruises he already had on his face and being mindful of everyone knowing what he had been up to the night before. He was never ashamed of his sexual nature, but sometimes you did have to be, kinda, mindful of the cameras that would be shoved in your direction.
Stronger still was the need, the desire to get at Bones’ boxers, pull them down and feel that cock naked against his own. So instead of allowing Bones to answer the question, Jim tugged so that they were kissing once again, tongues pushing back and forth, little nips with teeth on soft lips, licks and teases. His hands quickly slid out of Bones’ soft hair and down his back, cataloguing the little flinch Bones made involuntarily when they glided over his side, a ticklish spot to explore later, but first, his boxers.
Bones figured out his intentions pretty quickly and started to help and hinder at the same time. Jim found his own sensitive spot just under his ribs touched by Bones, and the shiver it caused down his spine was delicious. Bones’ cool fingers were slipping into Jim’s own underwear, trying to push them down. Jim had to lower his legs, but Bones’ own legs were wriggling about as well, still hindering both of them.
The cool air in the room floated in the small space between them before the heat they were generating once more took over as Jim felt Bones’ naked cock, just the tip of it, touch his own.
“Oh fuck!” Jim cried out as the rubbing got harder and made him come, back arching, hips pushing up at Bones as Jim rode out the intense orgasm.
Bones had dropped his head into the curve of Jim’s shoulder and was rutting away hard, before he too stilled, more come joining Jim’s on the space between them. It was sticky and a little warm, but Jim didn’t want to move, loving the feel of the warm body above him.
He finally felt Bones’ breath slow in time with his own, and then Bones lifted up his head.
“Jim--”
“Shh,” Jim responded, shaking his head a little.
Jim reluctantly let go of Bones and reached over for the tissue box on the side table, pulling a few out and sharing them with Bones. In silence they each cleaned themselves up, though Bones had taken Jim’s unvoiced hint to stay close to him.
Jim collected Bones’ now wadded and sticky tissues and dropped them over the side of the bed to the floor. They could be dealt with in the morning.
“Jim, I should...” Bones looked in the direction of his own bed.
“No,” Jim told him. “Too far away.”
With a little wriggling, Jim managed to move them both and get the quilt out from underneath them.
“Stay?” Jim asked, ever hopeful that Bones was feeling just as sated and lethargic as he was. Bones’ bed seemed like a huge distance away and he wanted to keep Bones with him, uncaring about how small the bed was.
Bones stared at Jim for a while and Jim just lay there, trying to look enticing but trying not push him.
“Okay,” Bones said, barely loud enough for hearing. He moved a little to the side, so Jim scooted to the side, pulling the quilt up and ready to wrap over them both. He offered Bones half of his pillow and his arm to lie upon.
Bones lay on his side, back to Jim, settling in for the night. Jim breathed out a sigh he hadn’t known he had been holding in. He pulled the quilt over, wrapping them both up in the darkness together, arm snaking over Bones’ waist to hold him close. Jim closed his eyes and couldn’t help the smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to the back of Bones’ shoulder as they both settled down to sleep.
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A/N: For the information on the missing front teeth comment by Jim, see here about one of the prominent examples of age falsification in Women's Gymnastics.
Beta: dizilla and aquila_star
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Word Count: 6,807 (43,000 overall)
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, Gaila, Spock & Pike
Warnings: Masturbation, Sex, AU - olympic gymnastics
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit!
Summary: Pike is back, safe and sound, but things are still not quite right between the US' golden boy of gymnastics and the team Doctor. Jim's teammates might just have a few suggestions and comments to help him figure things out.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 and Chapter 4 on AO3 here.
Jim took another bite of the pasta which he had selected for his dinner and ignored the comments from whoever it was who had just walked behind him about him still wearing his shades.
“Training mishap? That’s really what we are sticking to?” Sulu asked as he waved his fork in the air, tomato stuck to it.
Jim lifted his eyes to glance over the top of the shades that had slipped down his nose a bit. Night had drifted in, but the sun had been shining in his direction from a gap in the buildings when they had chosen an outside table to eat their meal at, hence him wearing his sunglasses. He had just been too lazy to take them off; food had been more important at that moment.
“Pike’s orders. No matter who asks us, that’s the reason, not some late night excursion into Hackney. It’s way more believable than the missing teeth on Kim at the ‘92 Games.”
Before the others could respond, they were distracted by Gaila pulling the spare chair out at their table and seating herself with a complete lack of her usual grace.
“Thought you were staying a bit longer at the Arena?” Jim asked.
“I have a date,” Gaila said as she leaned forward and picked up a piece of spirali off of Jim’s plate and popped it in her mouth before grinning at them. “Nyota has lots of media to do anyway. At least I won’t have to worry about that when it’s my turn.”
“Don’t think this is a dinner date,” Jim observed. He didn’t hide his smile at the laughter from Pavel and Sulu.
“Oh, there is dinner,” Gaila replied. “You are just going to have to find someone else to, hmm, work out your frustrations this evening.” Gaila stole another piece of pasta.
“That won’t be hard around here,” Jim pointed out, smacking her hand lightly but letting her steal the food anyway.
Once more she popped it into her mouth, but she retaliated to the little smack by leaning forward again and quickly removing Jim’s shades. Jim just gave her a look. Like many other times, Jim found himself being inspected closely by Gaila. Blue eyes looking closely at the black eye that he was now sporting and the reason for the previous conversation.
“I think though, that you would only want attention from Leonard tonight.”
Jim was sure the look on his face was pretty disbelieving.
“We all heard the way you called out his name last night when Montgomery brought the van around,” Gaila continued.
“I did not,” Jim protested. He had no idea what Gaila was talking about.
“Bones!” Gaila cried out in some strange impression she must of thought sounded like Jim.
Jim just shook his head at her before speaking his thoughts out loud, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”
“Jim, you did call out to Dr. McCoy,” Pavel said.
“Well, I had Pike, he needed medical attention,” Jim said.
Gaila gave him one of her fond ‘I don’t believe you just said that’ looks. “Whatever! I should go get ready,” Gaila said as she stood up. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jim’s cheek before whispering in his ear low enough so the others couldn’t hear, “I only tease because I care and I know how you get the night before. If you sleep with anyone but Leonard, you’ll regret it and possibly him too. I saw you holding his hand.”
“Hikaru, give me a hug,” Gaila said as she walked behind Jim, who was pretending to be engrossed in his meal, trying to ignore Gaila’s last advice.
“Don’t do anything I won’t,” Sulu told her.
“I solemnly swear I will do lots more than you will.” Gaila waggled her eyebrows at Sulu before stepping into another hug, this time from Pavel. “Look after him tonight, and make sure he is perfect for tomorrow.”
Pavel replied to Gaila in Russian, and all three of them waved goodbye to Gaila as she jogged effortlessly in the direction of their apartment block. Jim snorted quietly as he noticed almost everyone stop and watch her as she passed them. There was a quiet conversation going on with Sulu and Pavel, so Jim stood up with his plate.
“I’ll catch you guys later,” Jim said as he started to walk back to the dining hall to return his plate. He resisted looking around to see what the expressions on the faces of the other two were.
Once the plate was returned, he stood for a moment, a little nonplussed as to where to go next. He had possibly figured out what moment Gaila was referring to. He had called out Bones’ name, but that was in relief to see the van, and Bones had just been... there.
Jim sighed and took a different route out of the dining hall so he wouldn’t walk past the outdoor dining area before heading in the same direction as Gaila.
It was only a short distance and instead of waiting for the elevator with a group of Italians already there, he headed for the stairs. He took them two at a time, so by the time he was walking into his and Bones’ room he was breathing heavily.
Bones was seated on the couch, doing some paperwork or something on his laptop. He had a little notebook next to him he was looking at.
“Hey,” Jim greeted as Bones looked up.
Bones looked at his watch, before looking back at Jim. “What’re you doing back?”
“Jeez mom, I didn’t know I would get told off for being back before curfew,” Jim sassed. A little part of him needed to prod at Bones, to get him to react somehow and take Jim’s mind off how attractive Bones was. It was all Gaila’s fault and possibly Bones’ too.
“It’s the night before Individuals--” Bones started to say before Jim interrupted him.
“First you are mom and now Captain Obvious.”
“What’s made you so snippity? Wait a minute, where’s Gaila?”
Jim started to walk past Bones, but that stopped him. “She has a date.”
“Ahh.” Bones had that smile on his face. The little sly one that had Jim thinking bad, bad thoughts.
“Ahh what?’ Jim asked.
“That explains it. You ain’t gettin’ laid tonight and so it’s pissed-off-Jim I get to deal with.”
“I don’t need to get laid!”
Bones was still smiling at him and Jim wanted to wipe that smile off his face.
“You still wrongly believe that getting laid the night before makes you all looser and able to perform better,” Bones said.
“There is--”
“There is no scientific proof of that theory, no matter how much you try and test it,” Bones talked over the top of Jim.
“I didn’t get laid the other night,” Jim pointed out, hands on his hips and looking down at Bones, who had now leaned back into the couch, a smug smile still on his face.
“Fine, you jerked off in the shower instead. I probably wasn’t the only one who heard you.”
Jim decided he had had enough of being on the defensive side of this conversation. It was time to turn it back around.
“And we won, so you might be onto something. I should probably stick to that routine a bit,” Jim said as he walked the couple of steps into the bedroom. His bed was closest to the door, so he got rid of his shoes and socks and lay down on the bed. For a moment he closed his eyes and thought about what Gaila had said and how it had felt to just have his hand over Bones’ yesterday. His cock started to stir a little at the memory of Bones’ magic hands. Of how many times he had helped fix Jim’s aches and pains. No matter what happened or what trouble Jim got himself into, he always trusted that Bones would be there for him.
Jim plumped up his pillows so he could see down his body a bit better. He kept one hand behind his head while the other started to rub his cock. He bit his lip when he remembered Bones lying over him in the van, those hazel eyes staring down. All the little bits of Bones’ body that attracted him were next on the list he was developing in his mind. The exceptional ass, his broad shoulders, and the way his Southern accent got stronger the angrier he got or, he hoped, when Bones was turned on. Jim rubbed harder, the friction of his pants increasing the feeling and his cock swelled appreciatively. The best image though, was of Bones from that club they had gone out to earlier in the year.
Jim had found a gorgeous partner for the evening and had left Bones to enjoy himself as well. He had gotten to the door when she remembered she had left her jacket behind. Jim, being the gentleman that his mom had taught him to be, offered to go back and get it. He didn’t expect to see what he did when he got to the jacket still hanging over the back of the chair.
Bones kissing a guy.
In high school, Jim had figured out that he was bi. He liked women a bit more, probably on the 60-40 ratio, but he hadn’t known that Bones was bi too, until then. The guy had his hands on Bones’ ass and Bones had his hands on the guy’s head, holding him in place and it seemed he was enjoying the kiss. Jim didn’t get a good look at the guy from the back view, but he thought he recognized him from earlier. Blond, good physique and fairly attractive. Bones did have exceptional taste in women, and his taste in men seemed to be just as discriminating. Jim smiled and had quietly said, “Right on,” before he turned, jacket in hand and headed back to his date for the evening.
Would Bones let him grab his ass? Would he grab Jim’s? The idea of Bones gripping hard and pulling his cheeks apart, made Jim groan a little.
“Jim! You better not be--”
Jim opened his eyes in shock, pulling him out of his imagination. Bones was standing just inside the doorway and looking at where Jim’s hand was only just covering his clothed cock. Bones now appeared to be speechless.
“You thought I was jerking off?” Jim asked, knowing his smile was as broad as his cock was hard. It had leaped a little when he’d seen Bones and his parted lips. They would look spectacular around his cock, Jim couldn’t help thinking. He probably shouldn’t be fantasizing about his best friend, but Gaila had started it and then yesterday had happened.
Bones’ mouth opened a few times as if to bring forth speech. Nothing came out until finally he got mastery over his voice.
“What do you call that then?” Bones pointed at Jim’s now still hand.
“Yeah, but you thought I was gonna be naked, or at least have ‘Little Tiberius’ out? And still you came in here,” Jim pointed out.
“Fuck’s sake, only you would name your dick.” Bones was giving a look at the ceiling, as if God was going to respond to his call for help to deal with idiots.
Jim really hoped that God didn’t join in this conversation.
“I can name yours too, if you want. Bones’ boner? Nah too obvious...”
“Jim,” Bones growled.
“You’ve advocated sticking to a routine before a competition and that includes the meal and the night before. So here’s me sticking to my routine,” Jim said, rubbing a little up and down on his cock which really was still quite interested in the attention.
“Your routine was not in this room! I sleep there for Christ’s sake, and the door is wide open.” Bones gesticulated with one hand in one direction and then the other back out toward the lounge.
“Fine, I’ll jerk off in the shower again then. Makes cleaning up easier.” Jim sat up and started to shimmy down the bed, right in Bones’ direction.
Bones took a step back, a little disturbed it seemed, and Jim wondered if maybe Bones was attracted to him too? There were those touches during the competition yesterday, but they had been so fleeting that maybe Jim had imagined more to them, and there was also the time in the van when Bones had let him hold his hand. Jim knew that Bones had more scruples than him most of the time, and he would be a bit more hesitant about pushing the boundaries of their friendship. Jim liked to push limits though, so he watched Bones carefully.
“I have no idea what goes on in ass-backward Iowa to make you think jerking off in the same room where someone else sleeps...” Bones had his hands on his hips and Jim’s cock leaped a little again to hear his accent getting thicker. Not to mention Jim’s glance down at what Bones’ hands on his hips were highlighting--Bones’ own nicely sized cock that helped fill out his pants.
He wondered if anger or desire was the cause of the thickening accent.
“Yeah, ‘cause down South no one jerks off. Amazed y’all are able to procreate at all!” Jim slowly stood up from the end of the bed.
Bones had retreated just a little into the small corridor between the bedroom and the bathroom.
“Ass-backward as I said, no one gets pregnant from jerking off,” Bones spat out and Jim could see the resistance he was employing not to poke his finger at Jim, his hand twitching at his side.
“Do tell, doctor. Care to give me any other advice about sex?” Jim asked as he brought both hands to cup over his cock and rub slowly up and down.
“Unbelievable!” Bones snapped before he turned and retreated back into the lounge area, Jim’s laughter following him.
“You have ten minutes, no, fifteen and then I’ll be back. You are impossible the night before.”
Jim heard Bones snap his laptop shut and then saw him heading for the door, carrying it.
Jim dropped his head back to thunk a little on the doorframe. He opened his eyes and looked back into the bedroom. On the other side of the room was Bones’ bed and Jim knew it was going to smell like Bones. He had been a bit of an asshole in pushing at Bones, but if Bones had stayed Jim wouldn’t have been able to jerk off with him in the next room. He would have gone out and asked for help. Well, maybe not asked, there would have been kissing and Jim straddling his lap, and grinding and, fuck, moaning. Which Jim was now doing as he rubbed harder again.
Others liked to claim he leaped without looking, and it was probably one of the stupidest things he could do, but Jim grabbed the box of tissues and walked quickly over to Bones’ bed. The tissues were tossed to the side of the bed before Jim dropped down onto it, inhaling the faint traces of Bones’ favorite aftershave and that smell that was just him. Jim pushed his pants down quickly and then pulled his top off and tossed it back onto his own bed. He got one leg out of the pants before his cock was just too demanding and wanted attention.
Now Jim let the fantasies, that he didn’t know he’d had hiding in his subconscious, roam freely. Bones’ hands, his tongue, Bones did like to kiss with tongue. Jim had seem him seduce enough women with his tongue, via honeyed words coated around a Deep South accent and then chasing those words into the woman’s mouth and enticing her tongue to come out and play. Fuck, Bones rimming his ass would be divine. Jim dwelled on that, the feel of it, the way his balls were now heavy with need. He used one hand to play with his balls, rubbing them and squeezing while his pre-cum was being spread up and down his cock by his other hand. It burned a little, but Jim liked that. The imaginary Bones in his head was now sucking on his balls before trailing his tongue up Jim’s cock. Bones would tease with his tongue, promising to suck his head in but always just sliding back down his cock again, never giving Jim what he wanted straight away.
Jim’s hand on his balls drifted a little lower and his index finger teased at the entrance to his ass. It’d been awhile since Jim had been fucked and his nerves were begging for attention. Jim thought about Bones above him, intent and hot with the tip of his cock at his entrance. Jim planted his feet on the bed and lifted his hips up for better access. As his finger slipped just inside his hole, he thought about how it would feel if it was Bones.
“Fuck!” he cried out as his cock pulsed and he came. He pushed his finger further in to increase the feeling and his hips stuttered. It was intense and hot and cold at the same time. His skin felt heated and his finger, which he pulled out slowly, created a burn of near pleasure. His seed on his chest was the cold, and his other hand reached over to pull out a few tissues to wipe himself up with.
As he breathed heavily, coming back down from the orgasm, he was kinda glad that Bones wasn’t around. No way would he have been able to keep that in. He lay for a moment with his eyes shut and the tissues wadded up into a ball on his chest.
Eventually he shook himself and sat up, picking up the tissues. Going to sleep on Bones’ bed, almost naked, probably wasn’t the best idea. He was about to toss the tissues into the bin, but they smelled and it would have been obvious that Jim had jerked off in the room and not in the bathroom. He pulled off his pants with his other hand and stood, tossing the pants onto his bed and walked bare-assed into the bathroom. He flushed the evidence down the toilet and looked at the shower.
Before he got in, he had to do something. He got his phone from the lounge and wandered back to lean on the door frame again. After he sent this message, he was going to neaten up Bones’ bed and then have a shower.
Sorry. I was an asshole.
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“For Fuck’s sake, Jim! You did not need to do that vault again. I have no idea what goes through your head at times!”
Jim glanced down at his medal and back up at Bones who was still ranting about all the things that could have gone wrong with the vault. No one else was in the corridor apart from the two of them, Pike, Spock, and Sulu as they walked back to the training gym after the medal ceremony.
Ever since Pike had made his reappearance at the competition, much to the surprise of Nero, the team had made sure that two team members were always with Pike. With him being in a wheelchair, it meant that there was always someone to push him around anyway. His treatment at the hands of the Romanians had caused some issues with bruising around his spine or something, Bones had said. At least they kept the bruises they had given Pike where they could be hidden by clothes, and the story that Pike had a virus was more or less believed. The U.K. police had talked to them all about keeping things quiet, as it was an ongoing investigation and, while Nero was suspected, there was no real link yet to prove he was involved. Deporting the head coach of a sporting team at the Olympics would be big news if it happened. There was no love lost between the media and the police here and they had already had a lot of bad press leading into the Games, Jim had heard.
“I understand your friendship is close. Are you acquainted with a way to make the Doctor cease his complaints?” Spock asked Jim quietly as they continued the walk down the corridor.
Bones was still ranting but he had turned around, causing them all to stop. Bones now was poking Jim in the chest as well as alternating with his complaints distributed between Jim and Spock about their foolhardiness and blatant stupidity. At least with Bones you knew it wasn’t going to devolve into a comment about parentage, no matter how angry he got. There were just some lines he didn’t cross.
Jim had had enough of Bones’ complaints though, as he had been at it quietly since vault rotation and he knew that Bones was mostly just venting his frustrations about Pike, free to do so now that he was safely back. He knew that Bones was also frustrated by Jim doing The Vault, but while Jim could mostly handle Bones’ complaints, the others didn’t need to hear it. So, Jim did what he thought was the logical thing to do to shut Bones up.
He grabbed Bones’ face, which shocked Bones just for a moment and as Bones opened his mouth to speak again, Jim closed the distance and kissed him. It was brief, as Jim knew there was an audience, but the man had been driving him nuts for over a day with his presence. Jim had woken up with one hell of a hard on and the remnants of a dream that almost brought him back to his teen years. Waking up with come on the sheets was not something a guy his age should still be doing. He had even started to rub himself off under the sheets as he looked over at Bones, who had kicked the quilt down around his hips, showing off the gentle curve of his spine. Bones groaning and rolling over had Jim leaping out of the bed, almost setting a new record for the high jump, before he made a run for the bathroom.
Bones’ lips were soft and slightly parted and as much as Jim wanted to press his advantage, the silence around them reminded him that there were others near. He pulled away, staring into Bones’ eyes which were looking back at him, a little confused.
“That do?” Jim asked Spock as his hands slowly slid off Bones’ face.
Bones was blinking, still stunned. Jim knew he was a good kisser, even when he was a nobody back in Riverside, before he started winning gymnastic competitions, he had gotten plenty of compliments. That wasn’t even his best kiss.
“It has achieved the desired result, but I will not be endeavoring to employ that method in the future,” Spock replied as he pushed Pike past Jim and Bones.
“Anytime you need,” Jim offered.
Pike had a look on his face that promised he would be talking with Jim later. Sulu followed the other two quickly, leaving just Bones and Jim in the corridor.
“Bones--,” Jim started to say, reaching for Bones again, but this time to just touch him on the hip. He wanted, needed, to touch and connect with Bones.
“Don’t, Jim,” Bones bit out, looking a bit angry at Jim before he turned and stormed off, leaving Jim alone in the corridor with his medal.
Jim sighed deeply as he glanced down at the medal, a moment when he should be on top of the world, but he wondered if he had just fucked things up majorly instead.
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Jim stood outside the door to their room and leaned forward to rest his head on it. He had endured an interesting talk with Pike about what had happened. Jim had been inclined to attempt to brush it off, but one look at Pike’s face and he knew that wasn’t going to wash. Some truths came out that he hadn’t fully been cognizant of. He wanted more than just a fuck with Bones; he didn’t exactly say that to Pike, just the general gist of it. As such, he was told to tread carefully with his actions. There wasn’t anything official about athletes and officials in relationships but it was frowned upon.
Bones had kept well away from Jim, even going back to the village early instead of waiting around like he always did. Gaila had obviously been told by Sulu what had happened and she gave Jim a high five as he had walked over to her. Her approval was infectious, but he missed the feeling when Bones was near. The media and more drug testing kept him at the venue longer, so much so that the trip back it was just Spock, Pike, Sulu and Jim on the bus. It was a lot quieter than what you would expect when there was an olympic gold and bronze medal in their possessions.
With a deep breath, Jim waved his pass over the reader and opened the door. His bracing for dealing with an angry Bones had come to naught. As Jim moved around the room, he saw that Bones wasn’t there. It seemed he had been in the room but then left. Jim wondered if he had gone to dinner. Jim looked over at his medal, now back its case, just missing Bones and wanting him to be there in the room with him.
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It was late when Jim returned after his own dinner with Sulu and Pavel who, thankfully, didn’t say anything about Bones and him. Bones still wasn’t in their room. Jim picked up his phone and looked at it, thinking about sending a message to Bones, but he put the phone down, picked up his laptop and opened it up to start reading one of the books he had loaded up on there before coming to the U.K.
Eventually Jim took himself to bed, but he couldn’t sleep. He was worried about Bones, especially considering what had happened with Pike. He thought he might have dozed lightly but he was fully awake when he heard the door to the apartment open. Bones had finally returned.
Jim lay on his side, listening to Bones come in quietly and make his way through their room in the dark. Bones started to take his clothes off in preparation for going to bed so Jim bided his time, his back turned until he heard Bones pulling the quilt back.
“Where have you been?” Jim asked.
“Jesus, Jim, you scared the crap outta me!” Bones replied, getting into his bed.
Jim rolled over so he could see Bones by the low ambient night light that was flowing into their room from the window. “And you didn’t think I would be worried where you were? Especially after Pike had gone missing?”
Bones just humphed and rolled over so his back was to Jim, pulling up the quilt.
“Great. I get the silent treatment. You really are the pot!”
Bones rolled over onto his back with a growl and his hands showed his frustration at Jim with a gesture toward the ceiling. A deep sigh emanated from Bones before he spoke. “I can’t believe you! You think just ‘cause you go around and kiss someone that they are immediately going to be attracted to you. You don’t have that great a power to turn someone Kirk-sexual,” Bones bit out.
“Well, I know I don’t have the power to turn you bi. Can’t turn someone into something they already are,” Jim replied just as angrily.
“What?” Bones snapped.
“I’ve seen you kiss a guy and enjoy it.”
Bones made a little pshaw sort of noise as he stared back up at the ceiling, ignoring Jim again.
“You have,” Jim pushed.
“Fine, but that still doesn’t mean I like you.”
“Bullshit!”
“Oh, listen to the Great James T. Kirk, who can’t believe someone isn’t interested in him.”
Jim wasn’t going to stand for that. He got out of bed and before Bones could do anything about it, was perched over the top of Bones on his bed, holding him in place with his hands and knees.
“Jim,” Bones said warily.
Jim could see how still Bones was holding himself. “You are,” Jim said, looking closely at Bones’ face and the whites of his eyes, seeing how nervous Bones was with the situation.
“Ah!” Jim cried as Bones pushed him heavily on his chest causing him to sprawl inelegantly on the floor after rolling off the bed with a thunk. “That hurt!” Jim complained as he shook the wrist which had taken most of his weight as he fell.
Bones got out of bed, clad only in his tight cotton boxer briefs and bending over Jim, started to inspect Jim’s wrist. Jim knew Bones couldn’t see much and it was almost next to useless looking at his wrist with the minimal light in the room, but Bones had his hands on him and Jim had an unimpeded view of Bones’ cock in his underwear. If his memory served him correctly, Bones was a little hard and bigger than Jim had seen before.
Jim licked his lips and thought about reaching up with his other hand and just touching Bones, to just feel that cock under his hand, its heat and its heavy weight. Before he could do something so stupid, Bones had dropped his hand and was striding away. Jim shielded his eyes as Bones turned on the light. He scrambled to stand up and face Bones, who was stepping back to lift up Jim’s wrist again.
“Does this hurt?” Bones asked as he pushed a little on Jim’s wrist.
“If I say yes, will you kiss it better?”
“Jim!” Bones dropped Jim’s hand and strode away to the light switch again.
“Speaking of kisses, you liked mine.”
Bones stopped, his hand hovering just over the switch with his back to Jim.
Jim took in the tension in his shoulders, the elegant line of his back and the fucking gorgeous ass highlighted perfectly by the light. He wanted to caress it just as closely as the light was.
“No,” Bones said quietly.
Jim marched over and spun Bones around, holding him by his upper arms as he glared at him. “Yes, you did. If you didn’t, you would have pushed me away. You had time.”
Bones swallowed and Jim watched his Adam’s apple move up and down, the rest of Bones perfectly still. Jim decided to test his theory and leaned in close, so close that their noses were touching and his upper body was pressed to Bones’.
“If you didn’t and you aren’t anticipating right now that I will again, why are you half hard?” Jim whispered. On his final question he stepped up so that Bones could feel exactly how hard Jim was for him and watched carefully for Bones’ reaction, a flare in his eyes as he held himself still.
“Fuck, Bones. You feel so good,” Jim said as he glanced down at Bones’ lips and the temptation they were to Jim. Jim thought about all the reasons why he should resist, but when Bones let out a little whimper and a movement that rubbed their cocks together, Jim threw all caution to the wind.
Kissing Bones was...good. Somewhere in his mind he knew the word was inadequate, but most of his thinking was just on making this second kiss way better than the first. Jim managed to grope along the wall behind him and turn the light off. Bones’ lips were as soft as he remembered from the brief kiss earlier, but his hands were strong and sure on Jim’s ass. Bones lifted him a little so that their cocks would rub harder against each other. Jim’s hands scrambled across the smooth skin of Bones’ back, trying to find a bit of purchase while pressing Bones into the wall.
As Jim opened his mouth a little to flick out his tongue, he pulled Bones toward him, angling so they could walk, unsteadily, toward Jim’s bed. Bones groaned at the flick of the tongue and chased it with his own, deepening the kiss. Jim pulled and fell backward, relaxing his body just as he would if he was falling back onto a crash mat. Bones didn’t have the same training as Jim, so he landed solidly on Jim and broke their kiss.
“Ugh,” Jim let out involuntarily when Bones landed on him, before he started to wriggle up the bed, enticing Bones to come with him.
“Jim, wait,” Bones said as he raised himself up on his hands.
Jim had wriggled a little further up and his underwear had started to come down, his cock now pushing out the top and rubbing on Bones’ belly. Bones was breathing heavily and his head was down, granting Jim a view of the deep chestnut colour of his hair. Bones dropped his head further down to rest on Jim’s chest and Jim jumped a little to feel Bones breathing on his skin.
“Jim,” Bones said as he looked up. Even in the almost dark Jim could see that Bones wasn’t happy.
Jim resisted touching Bones, he knew if he did it would just scare him off quicker and Jim’s cock was begging for attention.
“Whatever you are thinking, stop it,” Jim said. “I want you and I know you want me too.”
“Jim, you’re an athlete and I’m an official, we can’t!”
“Nothing in the rules. I checked.”
“You’re my best friend...” Bones pleaded at him.
“I’ve never done it with a best friend, but I really want to. I don’t want to fuck this up between us either, but God, Bones do you understand how hot you are? How hard you make me?” Jim risked the chance to touch Bones, just gently on his face. He could see the shaking in Bones’ arms as he held himself up.
“It’s just adrenalin from your win,” Bones protested, finding one excuse after another.
“I know what that feels like, to win and be the best in the world, but this,” Jim waved between small space the two of them and shook his head. “Just for once, don’t fucking think.”
Jim surged up to kiss Bones again, deep and dirty. Jim got his arms around Bones’ waist and, using his strength, pulled him up just with his hands gripping on Bones’ ass. The slide up caused Jim’s underwear to pull up and over his cock again, but he didn’t care, he had Bones under his hands and Bones’ cock rubbing back up against him too.
Using his strength again, Jim pulled slowly down, making Bones follow him, until it was Bones using his strength to push Jim into the bed. One of Bones’ hands drifted up to card through Jim’s hair, tugging gently to make Jim arch his head back a little. Jim took that as an invitation to slowly slide his hands up and then down Bones’ back until he was cupping that ass again.
Jim didn’t know why on earth this idea hadn’t come to him sooner. Bones felt so good with his little thrusts and grinds. Jim’s cock was very pleased with the friction and Jim loved the feel of the softness of Bones’ ass under his hands, but there were also some muscles under there which gave his ass its excellent shape,a shape Jim had been admiring. Jim knew his own was pretty great, especially in lycra, but Bones’ was fit too.
Eventually Bones moved away from Jim’s lips, nipping a little path down his neck that had Jim arching his head even more, which in turn meant his hips pushed up higher. Jim had planted his feet on the bed; Bones’ cradled between his thighs.
“You drive me so mad,” Bones growled into Jim’s neck just before he started sucking a little harder.
Jim could feel his skin being pulled from between Bones’ teeth. Bones’ aftershave was stronger now that his exertions had him sweating. Jim had loved the smell of it in Bones’ own bed, but knowing that now Jim’s sheets were going to smell of Bones and him combined, along with another of Bones’ growls in that deep voice of his, was pushing Jim almost to the edge.
His fingers scrambled, almost without thought, up Bones’ back, slipping slightly on his skin before he got his hands on Bones’ head. With a growl, Jim pulled Bones’ head up, breaking the contact with his skin.
“Marking me now?” Jim asked, glaring a little at Bones. There was a small war going on in his mind between adding to the bruises he already had on his face and being mindful of everyone knowing what he had been up to the night before. He was never ashamed of his sexual nature, but sometimes you did have to be, kinda, mindful of the cameras that would be shoved in your direction.
Stronger still was the need, the desire to get at Bones’ boxers, pull them down and feel that cock naked against his own. So instead of allowing Bones to answer the question, Jim tugged so that they were kissing once again, tongues pushing back and forth, little nips with teeth on soft lips, licks and teases. His hands quickly slid out of Bones’ soft hair and down his back, cataloguing the little flinch Bones made involuntarily when they glided over his side, a ticklish spot to explore later, but first, his boxers.
Bones figured out his intentions pretty quickly and started to help and hinder at the same time. Jim found his own sensitive spot just under his ribs touched by Bones, and the shiver it caused down his spine was delicious. Bones’ cool fingers were slipping into Jim’s own underwear, trying to push them down. Jim had to lower his legs, but Bones’ own legs were wriggling about as well, still hindering both of them.
The cool air in the room floated in the small space between them before the heat they were generating once more took over as Jim felt Bones’ naked cock, just the tip of it, touch his own.
“Oh fuck!” Jim cried out as the rubbing got harder and made him come, back arching, hips pushing up at Bones as Jim rode out the intense orgasm.
Bones had dropped his head into the curve of Jim’s shoulder and was rutting away hard, before he too stilled, more come joining Jim’s on the space between them. It was sticky and a little warm, but Jim didn’t want to move, loving the feel of the warm body above him.
He finally felt Bones’ breath slow in time with his own, and then Bones lifted up his head.
“Jim--”
“Shh,” Jim responded, shaking his head a little.
Jim reluctantly let go of Bones and reached over for the tissue box on the side table, pulling a few out and sharing them with Bones. In silence they each cleaned themselves up, though Bones had taken Jim’s unvoiced hint to stay close to him.
Jim collected Bones’ now wadded and sticky tissues and dropped them over the side of the bed to the floor. They could be dealt with in the morning.
“Jim, I should...” Bones looked in the direction of his own bed.
“No,” Jim told him. “Too far away.”
With a little wriggling, Jim managed to move them both and get the quilt out from underneath them.
“Stay?” Jim asked, ever hopeful that Bones was feeling just as sated and lethargic as he was. Bones’ bed seemed like a huge distance away and he wanted to keep Bones with him, uncaring about how small the bed was.
Bones stared at Jim for a while and Jim just lay there, trying to look enticing but trying not push him.
“Okay,” Bones said, barely loud enough for hearing. He moved a little to the side, so Jim scooted to the side, pulling the quilt up and ready to wrap over them both. He offered Bones half of his pillow and his arm to lie upon.
Bones lay on his side, back to Jim, settling in for the night. Jim breathed out a sigh he hadn’t known he had been holding in. He pulled the quilt over, wrapping them both up in the darkness together, arm snaking over Bones’ waist to hold him close. Jim closed his eyes and couldn’t help the smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to the back of Bones’ shoulder as they both settled down to sleep.
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A/N: For the information on the missing front teeth comment by Jim, see here about one of the prominent examples of age falsification in Women's Gymnastics.