Fic: Don't kill yourself! Just stick it! - 2 August 2012 (Chapter 5/6)
Title: Don’t kill yourself! Just stick it! - Thursday, 2 August 2012 (Chapter 5/6)
Beta: dizilla and aquila_star
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Word Count: 5,026 (43,000 overall)
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/McCoy, Gaila/Scotty
Warnings: Sex, AU - olympic gymnastics
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit!
Summary: Jim's figured it out. Now it's time to help Bones figure things out too.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5 on AO3 here.
Jim stretched a little as he started to fully wake up. He stopped when his body met resistance in the form of another warm body in his bed, and he remembered last night. Bones was still in the bed, lying partly face down, with messy hair on his head that was turned on its side. Jim raised up to look at Bones and watch him while he slept. He had seen Bones sleeping before, when Jim had gotten up early for training, but it had just been quick glances then and he hadn’t taken the time to look closely at Bones as he could now. The lines on Bones’ face had evened out a little and made him look younger. Jim didn’t know why, but Bones’ eyelashes were fascinating to him--long, dark and spiky looking as they rested against his cheek.
Jim allowed his eyeline to drift from Bones’ face along his neck, to Bones’ hair which was getting a little long at the back, then down the smooth curve of Bones’ spine to that spectacular ass in his official tighty whiteys, Ralph Lauren, because only the best would do for Team U.S.A. One of them had pushed the quilt down during the night, obviously warm enough from their shared body heat. Jim risked slowly touching Bones’ back with the tip of his finger and then allowed it to glide down Bones’ soft skin, feeling each little bump of his spine before Jim teased, with little circles, at the spot where Bones’ back met his underwear.
Bones groaned a little and pushed up his hips. Jim quickly looked up to see if Bones had woken yet, but he still had his eyes shut. Another little breathy groan from Bones had Jim smiling and allowing his finger to slip under the material and tease at the top of Bones’ ass crack.
He leaned down, pushing Bones’ hair gently away with his nose before blowing softly and then pressing a kiss to the back of Bones’ neck. While he peppered Bones’ neck with soft kisses, savoring the taste, he pushed his finger down further so it was teasing even more around Bones’ hole.
Lube might have made it easier, but Jim couldn’t help himself. Just like last night when he couldn’t wait and Bones had made him come just from rubbing off against him, Jim was feeling even a little harder this morning. It was likely to be his normal morning wood, combined with how horny Bones made him, especially after seeing Bones coming--those lips parted slightly and eyes closed, cheeks flushed with arousal and, god, Bones could growl.
“Ah, fuck!” Jim heard Bones say, as he teased a little closer to the hole, almost allowing the tip of his finger to enter.
“Yes,” Jim replied, his voice just as scratchy and rough. He lowered down to press his body close to Bones’, letting Bones feel just how aroused Jim was by his presence in the bed with him.
Jim’s hand got trapped a little awkwardly as Bones twisted around to partly face him. Bones was awake now and blinking as he tried to clear the sleep from his eyes.
“No,” Bones breathed out, shaking his head slightly as he stared at Jim, his expression seemingly filled with regret.
Jim wasn’t going to have any of that. It had been close to one of the best orgasms Jim had ever had and only from frotting. He wanted to fuck Bones so badly, or even better, let Bones fuck him--hold him down, push hard into him and fuck him deep and dirty. Jim nearly came from the idea alone.
“Don’t you get regrets,” Jim said as he leaned over Bones, inches away from his lips. Jim wanted to say more, something, anything, but for once his glib tongue had deserted him and he just kissed Bones instead, letting his lips do the talking with gentle persuasion, waiting and hoping for Bones to once again commit to whatever this was between them.
For a moment, Bones resisted passively by not partaking in the kiss and Jim was about to pull away but then Bones became a man of action. He twisted back around, pushing Jim almost into the wall and getting real handsy. Jim wrapped his leg over Bones’, pulling him closer and they started to frot against each other again, as they had last night. Jim was now the one groaning from the kiss and Bones’ hands all over his body. He loved to look at the man, but he loved to feel Bones mapping all of him with those long, strong fingers even better.
Bones really had a fixation for his neck, Jim thought as Bones broke away from the kiss and moved that clever tongue and his sharp teeth of his down to once again nibble, suck and kiss at Jim’s neck.
“No marking.” Jim managed to get out the reminder while his own nails were doing a fair job of marking Bones’ back.
Jim found his hands grabbed and pulled away while Bones flashed a look at him and growled out in a warning tone.
With a quick twist Jim had Bones flat on his back, letting Bones keep hold of his wrists while he moved down so that his head was hovering just over Bones’ very interested cock. A look up, a smile, and then Jim quickly licked a path up Bones’ cock, over his underwear. The gasp from Bones had him loosening his hold on Jim’s wrist, so Jim took his chance and got his arms fully released, all the better so he could pull Bones’ underwear down and get his mouth directly on Bones’ cock.
It wasn’t the easiest of positions, with the end of the bed close to Jim’s knees, but Bones was groaning away while Jim was taking his time to learn the taste, smell and feel of Bones’ cock. Jim almost involuntarily deep throated Bones when his hips snapped up suddenly while Jim was slowly taking as much of Bones as he could in his mouth. As Jim gagged a little, Bones started to pull away. Jim wasn’t having that and grabbed hard on Bones’ hips, relaxing as he deep-throated Bones for real. It was a skill that had taken him a while to learn, but he knew once he had mastered it that any guy would be putty in his hands from then on. Bones was no exception.
Bones moved a hand up to card through Jim’s hair, just resting there, while he swore a blue streak, his hips pulsing away as much as Jim was allowing them. Jim could feel the spit running down his chin and dripping onto Bones’ balls and the sheets. He didn’t care, he wanted Bones to come, he wanted to make Bones lose himself again. Bones could try whatever bullshit he was going to come up with to say this was a bad fucking idea, but Jim didn’t care for whatever excuse Bones was going to come up with. Bones might think it was wrong or whatever, but after this he was going to know just how good Jim was at sucking a dick, and every time he would see Jim, he would remember it.
“Jim!” Bones cried out as he came.
Jim pulled off a bit, allowing the come to fill his mouth as he swallowed as much as he could. He loved the feel of Bones’ dick pulsing with those little movements, pushing against his tongue, while under his hands he could feel how Bones was trying to control his writhing and mostly failing.
Jim had almost swallowed it all, enjoying the unique taste, when Bones surprised him. He found himself pulled up, his teeth involuntarily scraping over Bones’ sensitive skin, almost biting at the head of Bones’ cock. He opened his mouth wider, jaw aching slightly, so as not to cause another hiss of pain from Bones. Just like last night, Jim had been slightly surprised with Bones’ strength when he shouldn’t have been. He had seen the man work out before and he did love his running.
Once more, Jim was pushed a little back into the wall and Bones was kissing him, one hand holding Jim’s head in place gently while his other hand was working its way under Jim’s underwear to wrap around his cock. It was Jim’s turn to let out the groans, moans and encouraging babble as Bones jerked him off. It was a little rough and burning with no real lubricant available apart from his own pre-come. Jim wasn’t sure exactly what he had been saying but it must have worked as Bones was kissing him harder, tongue twisting and taking as he pulled Jim closer and tried to work his hand faster and faster. It was hard with how close they were, almost attempting osmosis, but within a few strokes Jim was coming onto their chests and the sheets underneath.
Bones didn’t let up on the kiss as Jim came. He kept pressing, kept enticing Jim to follow him. Jim gladly would have followed him to Hell if he kept on kissing him that way. As Jim had suspected, Bones sure did know how to kiss.
Eventually, Bones slowed the kisses until they were just little nibbles and presses, teases that Jim couldn’t resist chasing slightly as their hands glided just as languidly over each other, learning each other over and over again, and discovering new points of pleasure to be remembered and explored later.
Jim rubbed his palm over Bones’ cheek, feeling the morning stubble coming through. Bones had closed his eyes as he pressed his cheek into Jim’s palm.
“Morning,” Jim said, his voice deep.
Bones’ eyes slowly opened and Jim looked intently at all the different flecks of color that made up Bones’ hazel eyes, trying to remember each and every facet.
As Bones stared at him in return and didn’t reply, Jim felt a little worried about what he was thinking. Even though last night Jim had pushed to take their relationship to a physical level, Bones was right about an athlete and official getting involved. It was something still considered pretty taboo, although there were a surprising number of husband and wives who were coach and athletes.
There was something about them lying face to face on the small bed that had Jim holding his tongue and just enjoying the moment. They were a little messy, but Jim didn’t want to let him out of the bed yet. Jim moved his arms around Bones and pulled him close again. Bones let out a little grunt, but adjusted so that he was lying tangled up with Jim in a slightly comfortable way. With a wriggle or two they settled back into a position they were both happy with, Bones’ head tucked into Jim’s neck, Jim shivering to feel Bones’ breath ghosting across his skin. Jim’s eyes closed, unable to keep open for much longer and he could feel Bones’ breathing almost in sync with his as they both drifted back into sleep.
oOo
When Jim woke again, he was alone in his bed but he could hear the shower going just across the corridor. He needed to go to the toilet and while he and Bones hadn’t bothered so much with the niceties and had walked in on each other in their shared bathroom back at the Academy, it just seemed a bit different to Jim at that moment. He lay there thinking about the changes that he had instigated. He had thought about it in the abstract but now, right then, it was very real.
He scratched himself, noting the few flakes that had attached to his stomach. With a few scratches they were off, dropping back down onto his stomach but no longer sticking to his skin. The pressure in his dick was getting stronger and he couldn’t wait any longer.
The shower was still going strongly as Jim walked across to the bathroom, naked.
“Hey, need to pee,” Jim said as he walked in and headed straight for the toilet, avoiding looking at Bones in the shower, even though he really wanted to.
There was something about getting physical with someone that made you just want to explore and see their physical form even more. Jim had had his share of one-night stands and brief flings. Even in those, Jim needed and wanted to explore as much of his partner as possible.
The toilet seat was up as Bones had probably used it. Jim stood there for a bit, dick in hand, and it seemed it had decided to be shy for the first time in his life. The sound of running water from the shower was luckily enough inducement and relief came. He had started reaching forward to flush the toilet before he remembered and stopped himself.
“Jim!” Bones called out in warning, obviously thinking Jim was going to flush the toilet.
Jim stood nonplussed for a moment, also thinking about how to wash his hands without turning on the tap as Bones’ voice registered with him.
Jim looked over his shoulder, knowing he had a smirk on his face as he teased Bones.
“Can’t get enough of my ass, you have to watch me?”
Bones couldn’t resist a little quirk of disapproval before he turned back around and gave Jim the view of his own back and ass, pointedly ignoring Jim.
The water cascading down on Bones gave Jim a solution to his need to wash his hands. He put some soap on one palm before stepping over to the shower space and opened up the door. He grinned unrepentantly as he soaped up his hands and washed them off, and if he ‘accidentally’ brushed up against Bones while doing it, well, he wasn’t complaining. He was gifted with another of Bones’ looks that he was very familiar with. The man could speak disapproval without saying a word in almost more languages than Uhura knew. The calculation in Jim’s mind must have shown on his face as Bones turned off the shower and grabbed his towel before starting to dry himself.
When Jim reached forward, making an attempt to grab at the towel, he was shoved by Bones, who showed that quick strength he had. Jim took the couple of steps back and pouted at Bones, stopping his plan to get his hands on the man once more.
Jim leaned back against the counter and just watched Bones trying to dry himself thoroughly. Occasionally he would catch Bones looking at him. Jim just kept admiring all of the man that he could. His dick was showing a bit of interest in Bones’ body as well, and caused Jim to waggle his eyebrows at Bones.
Bones snorted before speaking, “Get in the shower, Jim.”
As Bones walked out of the bathroom, he closed the door. Jim took the not so subtle hint that Bones wasn’t ready for another round, and got in the shower as he had been ordered.
oOo
Jim found himself sitting alone and eating a meal, a later breakfast than intended, but the morning and the sleep-in had been more than welcome. His later start time meant it had been easier to snag an outside table. There had been a small amount of drizzle falling the past few days, but overall it had been much better than expected. Jim had always liked to be able to look up at the sky.
Being outside meant he was able to catch Gaila walking back to their apartment block, dressed in civvies.
“What time do you call this, young lady?” Jim called out, teasingly. “We have a curfew you know.”
Gaila startled a little at the sound of his voice and then smiled when she saw him. Her steps in his direction could only be called ‘jaunty’. Jim thought from her walk that she had enjoyed herself last night, and now it was confirmed when he saw the look on her face as well.
“Good night?” Jim asked as she seated herself at the table with him. He was gifted with a slow smile in response, which was nothing like her usual talkative nature.
“That’s all I’m getting? Seriously?” Jim asked with a grin on his face. “Must have been one hell of a dinner.”
“Exceptional,” Gaila replied, leaning back and smiling up at the sky, eyes closed.
“That’s all I’m gonna get?” Jim repeated, a little perturbed by Gaila being circumspect in her reply. They were normally pretty open with each other and Jim loved that about her. There was no pretense with Gaila, she had an almost childlike joy in everything, and a serious case of the overshares. “Seriously, cat got your tongue?”
Gaila was now smiling at Jim, looking at him closely, and he wondered if what he had been up to was obvious.
“I’m not the only one who has been at the cream.” Gaila smirked at Jim, giving him the answer he had been after.
Jim took the time to admire to Gaila before responding to her unspoken query. She was sitting a little forward, elbow on the table and hand gently resting on her chin. Her curly red hair was loose in all its riotous glory and those eyes of hers were sparkling with a twinkle of devilry that almost matched his.
“Must have been some pretty good cream. I might need the name of this restaurant. You know I can’t resist a good meal,” Jim said.
“This cream is all mine, and wouldn’t be to your liking,” Gaila replied.
Jim gave her a disbelieving look as he leaned back in his chair.
Gaila laughed as she got up and walked behind him, draping her arms over his shoulders and leaning in to whisper to him.
“If you want Leonard to look this satisfied, ask Montgomery.”
At the reveal of the name, Jim looked up at Gaila in shock , who smirked at him once more before walking away, back on the path she had originally intended to take.
“There’s a thing at the Embassy tonight for the team, you’d better get your beauty rest,” Jim yelled after her.
Gaila waved a hand in the air to let him know she had heard, and continued on her way, leaving him to stare down at his eggs which were now cold.
oOo
Jim leaned against the side pole, watching Scotty adjust the wires. He looked over to the other side of the training hall where Bones was talking with Pavel. Not once in this whole session had Bones talked to him. He had gone back to his avoidance tactics again, even after that morning when he had embraced their ability to have fantastic sex together, despite having shown initial reservations about the change in the physical aspect of their relationship. Jim had thought Bones’ reaction was enough to prove that he was willing to explore it more, though it now seemed Bones was going in the completely opposite direction. Jim knew Bones was a private guy and he respected that, but he had strong feelings for the man and he wanted to express them, or at least get something more than a mixed message, as he was now.
A flick of the wire from Scotty twisting the pin put a small movement in the pole and caused Jim to look in Scotty’s direction. He had initially been shocked to learn that Gaila had spent most of the night with Scotty, until curfew called. Then she just had to go visit him again this morning, so she could to finish off the rest of the evening. She had explained it all to Jim in almost gleeful delight when Jim had followed her back to the apartment block.
Jim had eventually gotten the whole story out of her, as she never had been able to keep secrets for too long. He thought back to their little jaunt through the streets of London a few nights ago. There had been some strong flirting going on between them, so Gaila and Scotty pairing up shouldn’t have been such a surprise to him. Also, Gaila was all for calling him Montgomery at the time, which should have been a major clue for Jim.
“What was the restaurant you took Gaila to last night?” Jim asked.
Scotty looked up at him in surprise.
“More power to you, man. That had to be one hell of a place to put that smile on Gaila’s face this morning.”
“Ah, laddie, the restaurant was but an entrée,” Scotty replied.
“Got to get a meal off to a good start, otherwise things can go downhill very quickly,” Jim replied.
Scotty just laughed at him.
“Look, I need some help. I need to get a meal off to a good start. I have a very fussy eater I want to impress.”
“He’s a mite more than fussy, I would say laddie. I would hazard to guess he is downright reluctant,” Scotty said as he looked over in the direction of Bones before glancing back at Jim.
“Not as reluctant as he is pretending now. And seriously, is there anyone that doesn’t know?” Jim asked.
“Gaila told me,” Scotty replied.
“Great!” Jim said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“Le Gavroche,” Scotty said.
“What?” Jim was shocked by Scotty sprouting French all of a sudden.
“The restaurant. Its name is Le Gavroche. Hard to get into and especially now, but if you want to butter him up, that’s the place to start. And I may be able to help you with that, the reservation that is.”
“Mr. Scott, has the adjustment been made?” Spock’s voice cut across their conversation.
“All right and tight, Mr. Spock, as ye asked,” Scotty replied as he tossed the wrench in the air, re-catching it after a full rotation.
Scotty walked past Jim as Spock started to tell him what he needed to work on again.
“Thanks, man,” Jim said quietly to Scotty, before giving his full attention to Spock and his preparation for apparatus finals.
oOo
There was something old school about Bones that Jim couldn’t quite put his finger on. Sure, Bones loved to do his hair a particular way that hadn’t been seen since the last century, quite far back in the last century Jim mused.
It was more than that, Jim knew. People just looked at the surface of Bones. While not ignoring his old style Southern manners which just were such a part of him, it was something more than this that Jim hadn’t quite put his finger on. Jim had overheard others on the team discussing Bones when they didn’t think Jim was around. They all focused on the physical and Jim took his chance to do admire Bones unobserved.
Ralph Lauren suited Bones, something about that classic style of dress seemed to be a perfect fit for him. Jim admired the crisp white pants and polo shirt tucked in perfectly, belt not too tight and adding just a splash of color. At least Bones had a decent tan, which made the white look great on him. Bones had forgone the cap, which Jim was sporting on his head. When they first got their uniforms, Jim had laughed to hear the grumbles from Bones, especially about the cap. Bones looked like he had stepped off the screen from the set of The Great Gatsby, no matter what his protests said otherwise.
Jim took another sip of his juice, enjoying a quiet moment by the pillar to watch Bones talking with Uhura, smiling and flirting gently with her. It had always rankled a little how Bones could flirt with Uhura and she would flirt back. Yet, when Jim tried anything with her, he got a spectacular cold shoulder or, even worse, one of her clever replies that would have stopped a lesser man from trying again. Jim had never been a lesser man.
He had endured many a slap on the shoulder and a lot of glad handing this evening, from all kinds of people that Jim had never even heard of before and likely were never to hear from again. It would give them something to tell their friends and families though, the moment they spent chatting with an Olympic Gold medalist. It still seemed a little surreal to Jim that he had two of them and with five more competitions to go for him, maybe some more in the offering.
As he saw one of the ambassador’s flunkies heading in his direction--a woman who had a little earlier promised a lot with a look and then even more with her words, he looked for a means to escape. Jim noted the woman had a glass of champagne in her hand and every so often, the incredibly high heels she was wearing caused her to stumble with a few slightly unsteady steps. It was obvious a combination of being tipsy and being essentially up on stilts that caused her lack of balance. Jim decided to risk an Uhura dressing down and head over to the safety of her and Bones instead of having to refuse a blatant invitation directly.
Gaila came to his rescue however, pulling Uhura away from Bones and leaving Bones alone and looking down at his now empty glass.
“Get you another one?” Jim asked as he walked up to him.
Bones looked a little startled, but he soon recovered. “No, I’m fine.”
“That you are indeed. You never gave me a chance to show my appreciation for how well you fill out that uniform,” Jim said, looking Bones up and down.
“Jim!” Bones hissed, looking around quickly.
“Fuck’s sake, Bones. If you want to draw more attention to us, try ignoring me some more. We’re friends, remember. We’ve lived in each other’s pockets for the past three years, choose to spend our spare time together and now you are playing ignore the Jim,” Jim said as he stood right up in Bones’ personal space, daring him to back off or stay there and take it like a man.
Bones stood his ground as Jim thought he would. He could never resist a challenge, a fact Jim had taken advantage of quite often in their three years of friendship.
“I so want to take you out of that, especially those pants. They grip your ass so nicely. And don’t give me any avoidance any more. You loved it this morning, especially with your dick in my mouth. Fuck, I loved it!”
Bones shook his head a little, still checking to see if anyone else was listening in.
“I’m being quiet, but I’ve had enough of you ignoring me for the day. Tomorrow night, you and I are going out to dinner. I know you like good food and since I have a table at Le Gavroche, you won’t be able to resist.”
“Jim, I-“ Bones started to say.
“Please, Bones,” Jim said, putting on his best puppy dog eyes, knowing that look had always guaranteed a laugh from Bones.
Sure enough, he was right and Bones laughed.
“You idiot.”
Jim just grinned. “There’s my Bones! So how much longer do we have to hang around here?”
“Thought you would like all this adulation,” Bones said, lifting his glass up before he remembered it was empty. Bones scowled at the glass as if it had mortally offended him, making Jim laugh. That was his friend, his Bones.
“Name me one of the people here, not on our team, that know the difference between a ‘sault and a roll? They just want an anecdote and don’t really care.“
“True,” Bones agreed, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced around at the well-dressed crowd.
“So, your bed or mine tonight?” Jim asked.
“Jim!” Bones protested again.
“C’mon, man. Admit it, you like calling out my name. I should have figured out you would be putty in my hands with all the calling of my name over the years.”
Bones gave him a look before speaking again. “You need Chapel to see to your back again. You need a good night’s sleep, plus I have a meeting with Pike and Spock after this. Don’t wait up for me, we have a nine o’clock training session which means early to bed and early to rise for you. It will be Pike having my ass if you are in less than perfect condition.”
Jim pouted at Bones, a little frustrated at being denied, but still trying to keep on the good side of Bones.
“Don’t give me that. I’m immune,” Bones replied. “I’ve got a time for you to see Chapel before training. She’s sent a message to your email about it, so a very early to rise for you.”
“Can’t I have your magic fingers instead?” Jim asked, leaning in close and risking a flicker of a touch on Bones’ hip with his hand.
Bones swayed just a little bit toward him and a flash of heat came in his eyes. Jim smiled as he realized that no matter what protestations Bones came up with while attempting to resist Jim, Bones still wanted him.
“No, Jim. Maybe later. Once this is all over,” Bones said, grabbing Jim’s wrist and pulling it away gently. “Now stop it.”
“I want-“
“Too bad, sometimes you don’t get to win every time.”
Bones had on his determined look and while Jim thought he might be able to eventually wear him down, Bones was right. There was still a ways to go in the competition.
“Fine, but I will hold you to that later, and we are going out to dinner tomorrow night, even if I have to get Pike and Spock to order you to go,” Jim said, pulling his hand out of Bones’ gentle grip.
Jim smiled as he stepped back and looked over to see Pike and Spock off to the side, talking to the Ambassador. With a wicked smile, Jim looked at Bones and then headed over to Pike and Spock.
“Jim!” Bones called out after him.
oOo
Final chapter this way
Beta: dizilla and aquila_star
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Word Count: 5,026 (43,000 overall)
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/McCoy, Gaila/Scotty
Warnings: Sex, AU - olympic gymnastics
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit!
Summary: Jim's figured it out. Now it's time to help Bones figure things out too.
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 and Chapter 5 on AO3 here.
Jim stretched a little as he started to fully wake up. He stopped when his body met resistance in the form of another warm body in his bed, and he remembered last night. Bones was still in the bed, lying partly face down, with messy hair on his head that was turned on its side. Jim raised up to look at Bones and watch him while he slept. He had seen Bones sleeping before, when Jim had gotten up early for training, but it had just been quick glances then and he hadn’t taken the time to look closely at Bones as he could now. The lines on Bones’ face had evened out a little and made him look younger. Jim didn’t know why, but Bones’ eyelashes were fascinating to him--long, dark and spiky looking as they rested against his cheek.
Jim allowed his eyeline to drift from Bones’ face along his neck, to Bones’ hair which was getting a little long at the back, then down the smooth curve of Bones’ spine to that spectacular ass in his official tighty whiteys, Ralph Lauren, because only the best would do for Team U.S.A. One of them had pushed the quilt down during the night, obviously warm enough from their shared body heat. Jim risked slowly touching Bones’ back with the tip of his finger and then allowed it to glide down Bones’ soft skin, feeling each little bump of his spine before Jim teased, with little circles, at the spot where Bones’ back met his underwear.
Bones groaned a little and pushed up his hips. Jim quickly looked up to see if Bones had woken yet, but he still had his eyes shut. Another little breathy groan from Bones had Jim smiling and allowing his finger to slip under the material and tease at the top of Bones’ ass crack.
He leaned down, pushing Bones’ hair gently away with his nose before blowing softly and then pressing a kiss to the back of Bones’ neck. While he peppered Bones’ neck with soft kisses, savoring the taste, he pushed his finger down further so it was teasing even more around Bones’ hole.
Lube might have made it easier, but Jim couldn’t help himself. Just like last night when he couldn’t wait and Bones had made him come just from rubbing off against him, Jim was feeling even a little harder this morning. It was likely to be his normal morning wood, combined with how horny Bones made him, especially after seeing Bones coming--those lips parted slightly and eyes closed, cheeks flushed with arousal and, god, Bones could growl.
“Ah, fuck!” Jim heard Bones say, as he teased a little closer to the hole, almost allowing the tip of his finger to enter.
“Yes,” Jim replied, his voice just as scratchy and rough. He lowered down to press his body close to Bones’, letting Bones feel just how aroused Jim was by his presence in the bed with him.
Jim’s hand got trapped a little awkwardly as Bones twisted around to partly face him. Bones was awake now and blinking as he tried to clear the sleep from his eyes.
“No,” Bones breathed out, shaking his head slightly as he stared at Jim, his expression seemingly filled with regret.
Jim wasn’t going to have any of that. It had been close to one of the best orgasms Jim had ever had and only from frotting. He wanted to fuck Bones so badly, or even better, let Bones fuck him--hold him down, push hard into him and fuck him deep and dirty. Jim nearly came from the idea alone.
“Don’t you get regrets,” Jim said as he leaned over Bones, inches away from his lips. Jim wanted to say more, something, anything, but for once his glib tongue had deserted him and he just kissed Bones instead, letting his lips do the talking with gentle persuasion, waiting and hoping for Bones to once again commit to whatever this was between them.
For a moment, Bones resisted passively by not partaking in the kiss and Jim was about to pull away but then Bones became a man of action. He twisted back around, pushing Jim almost into the wall and getting real handsy. Jim wrapped his leg over Bones’, pulling him closer and they started to frot against each other again, as they had last night. Jim was now the one groaning from the kiss and Bones’ hands all over his body. He loved to look at the man, but he loved to feel Bones mapping all of him with those long, strong fingers even better.
Bones really had a fixation for his neck, Jim thought as Bones broke away from the kiss and moved that clever tongue and his sharp teeth of his down to once again nibble, suck and kiss at Jim’s neck.
“No marking.” Jim managed to get out the reminder while his own nails were doing a fair job of marking Bones’ back.
Jim found his hands grabbed and pulled away while Bones flashed a look at him and growled out in a warning tone.
With a quick twist Jim had Bones flat on his back, letting Bones keep hold of his wrists while he moved down so that his head was hovering just over Bones’ very interested cock. A look up, a smile, and then Jim quickly licked a path up Bones’ cock, over his underwear. The gasp from Bones had him loosening his hold on Jim’s wrist, so Jim took his chance and got his arms fully released, all the better so he could pull Bones’ underwear down and get his mouth directly on Bones’ cock.
It wasn’t the easiest of positions, with the end of the bed close to Jim’s knees, but Bones was groaning away while Jim was taking his time to learn the taste, smell and feel of Bones’ cock. Jim almost involuntarily deep throated Bones when his hips snapped up suddenly while Jim was slowly taking as much of Bones as he could in his mouth. As Jim gagged a little, Bones started to pull away. Jim wasn’t having that and grabbed hard on Bones’ hips, relaxing as he deep-throated Bones for real. It was a skill that had taken him a while to learn, but he knew once he had mastered it that any guy would be putty in his hands from then on. Bones was no exception.
Bones moved a hand up to card through Jim’s hair, just resting there, while he swore a blue streak, his hips pulsing away as much as Jim was allowing them. Jim could feel the spit running down his chin and dripping onto Bones’ balls and the sheets. He didn’t care, he wanted Bones to come, he wanted to make Bones lose himself again. Bones could try whatever bullshit he was going to come up with to say this was a bad fucking idea, but Jim didn’t care for whatever excuse Bones was going to come up with. Bones might think it was wrong or whatever, but after this he was going to know just how good Jim was at sucking a dick, and every time he would see Jim, he would remember it.
“Jim!” Bones cried out as he came.
Jim pulled off a bit, allowing the come to fill his mouth as he swallowed as much as he could. He loved the feel of Bones’ dick pulsing with those little movements, pushing against his tongue, while under his hands he could feel how Bones was trying to control his writhing and mostly failing.
Jim had almost swallowed it all, enjoying the unique taste, when Bones surprised him. He found himself pulled up, his teeth involuntarily scraping over Bones’ sensitive skin, almost biting at the head of Bones’ cock. He opened his mouth wider, jaw aching slightly, so as not to cause another hiss of pain from Bones. Just like last night, Jim had been slightly surprised with Bones’ strength when he shouldn’t have been. He had seen the man work out before and he did love his running.
Once more, Jim was pushed a little back into the wall and Bones was kissing him, one hand holding Jim’s head in place gently while his other hand was working its way under Jim’s underwear to wrap around his cock. It was Jim’s turn to let out the groans, moans and encouraging babble as Bones jerked him off. It was a little rough and burning with no real lubricant available apart from his own pre-come. Jim wasn’t sure exactly what he had been saying but it must have worked as Bones was kissing him harder, tongue twisting and taking as he pulled Jim closer and tried to work his hand faster and faster. It was hard with how close they were, almost attempting osmosis, but within a few strokes Jim was coming onto their chests and the sheets underneath.
Bones didn’t let up on the kiss as Jim came. He kept pressing, kept enticing Jim to follow him. Jim gladly would have followed him to Hell if he kept on kissing him that way. As Jim had suspected, Bones sure did know how to kiss.
Eventually, Bones slowed the kisses until they were just little nibbles and presses, teases that Jim couldn’t resist chasing slightly as their hands glided just as languidly over each other, learning each other over and over again, and discovering new points of pleasure to be remembered and explored later.
Jim rubbed his palm over Bones’ cheek, feeling the morning stubble coming through. Bones had closed his eyes as he pressed his cheek into Jim’s palm.
“Morning,” Jim said, his voice deep.
Bones’ eyes slowly opened and Jim looked intently at all the different flecks of color that made up Bones’ hazel eyes, trying to remember each and every facet.
As Bones stared at him in return and didn’t reply, Jim felt a little worried about what he was thinking. Even though last night Jim had pushed to take their relationship to a physical level, Bones was right about an athlete and official getting involved. It was something still considered pretty taboo, although there were a surprising number of husband and wives who were coach and athletes.
There was something about them lying face to face on the small bed that had Jim holding his tongue and just enjoying the moment. They were a little messy, but Jim didn’t want to let him out of the bed yet. Jim moved his arms around Bones and pulled him close again. Bones let out a little grunt, but adjusted so that he was lying tangled up with Jim in a slightly comfortable way. With a wriggle or two they settled back into a position they were both happy with, Bones’ head tucked into Jim’s neck, Jim shivering to feel Bones’ breath ghosting across his skin. Jim’s eyes closed, unable to keep open for much longer and he could feel Bones’ breathing almost in sync with his as they both drifted back into sleep.
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When Jim woke again, he was alone in his bed but he could hear the shower going just across the corridor. He needed to go to the toilet and while he and Bones hadn’t bothered so much with the niceties and had walked in on each other in their shared bathroom back at the Academy, it just seemed a bit different to Jim at that moment. He lay there thinking about the changes that he had instigated. He had thought about it in the abstract but now, right then, it was very real.
He scratched himself, noting the few flakes that had attached to his stomach. With a few scratches they were off, dropping back down onto his stomach but no longer sticking to his skin. The pressure in his dick was getting stronger and he couldn’t wait any longer.
The shower was still going strongly as Jim walked across to the bathroom, naked.
“Hey, need to pee,” Jim said as he walked in and headed straight for the toilet, avoiding looking at Bones in the shower, even though he really wanted to.
There was something about getting physical with someone that made you just want to explore and see their physical form even more. Jim had had his share of one-night stands and brief flings. Even in those, Jim needed and wanted to explore as much of his partner as possible.
The toilet seat was up as Bones had probably used it. Jim stood there for a bit, dick in hand, and it seemed it had decided to be shy for the first time in his life. The sound of running water from the shower was luckily enough inducement and relief came. He had started reaching forward to flush the toilet before he remembered and stopped himself.
“Jim!” Bones called out in warning, obviously thinking Jim was going to flush the toilet.
Jim stood nonplussed for a moment, also thinking about how to wash his hands without turning on the tap as Bones’ voice registered with him.
Jim looked over his shoulder, knowing he had a smirk on his face as he teased Bones.
“Can’t get enough of my ass, you have to watch me?”
Bones couldn’t resist a little quirk of disapproval before he turned back around and gave Jim the view of his own back and ass, pointedly ignoring Jim.
The water cascading down on Bones gave Jim a solution to his need to wash his hands. He put some soap on one palm before stepping over to the shower space and opened up the door. He grinned unrepentantly as he soaped up his hands and washed them off, and if he ‘accidentally’ brushed up against Bones while doing it, well, he wasn’t complaining. He was gifted with another of Bones’ looks that he was very familiar with. The man could speak disapproval without saying a word in almost more languages than Uhura knew. The calculation in Jim’s mind must have shown on his face as Bones turned off the shower and grabbed his towel before starting to dry himself.
When Jim reached forward, making an attempt to grab at the towel, he was shoved by Bones, who showed that quick strength he had. Jim took the couple of steps back and pouted at Bones, stopping his plan to get his hands on the man once more.
Jim leaned back against the counter and just watched Bones trying to dry himself thoroughly. Occasionally he would catch Bones looking at him. Jim just kept admiring all of the man that he could. His dick was showing a bit of interest in Bones’ body as well, and caused Jim to waggle his eyebrows at Bones.
Bones snorted before speaking, “Get in the shower, Jim.”
As Bones walked out of the bathroom, he closed the door. Jim took the not so subtle hint that Bones wasn’t ready for another round, and got in the shower as he had been ordered.
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Jim found himself sitting alone and eating a meal, a later breakfast than intended, but the morning and the sleep-in had been more than welcome. His later start time meant it had been easier to snag an outside table. There had been a small amount of drizzle falling the past few days, but overall it had been much better than expected. Jim had always liked to be able to look up at the sky.
Being outside meant he was able to catch Gaila walking back to their apartment block, dressed in civvies.
“What time do you call this, young lady?” Jim called out, teasingly. “We have a curfew you know.”
Gaila startled a little at the sound of his voice and then smiled when she saw him. Her steps in his direction could only be called ‘jaunty’. Jim thought from her walk that she had enjoyed herself last night, and now it was confirmed when he saw the look on her face as well.
“Good night?” Jim asked as she seated herself at the table with him. He was gifted with a slow smile in response, which was nothing like her usual talkative nature.
“That’s all I’m getting? Seriously?” Jim asked with a grin on his face. “Must have been one hell of a dinner.”
“Exceptional,” Gaila replied, leaning back and smiling up at the sky, eyes closed.
“That’s all I’m gonna get?” Jim repeated, a little perturbed by Gaila being circumspect in her reply. They were normally pretty open with each other and Jim loved that about her. There was no pretense with Gaila, she had an almost childlike joy in everything, and a serious case of the overshares. “Seriously, cat got your tongue?”
Gaila was now smiling at Jim, looking at him closely, and he wondered if what he had been up to was obvious.
“I’m not the only one who has been at the cream.” Gaila smirked at Jim, giving him the answer he had been after.
Jim took the time to admire to Gaila before responding to her unspoken query. She was sitting a little forward, elbow on the table and hand gently resting on her chin. Her curly red hair was loose in all its riotous glory and those eyes of hers were sparkling with a twinkle of devilry that almost matched his.
“Must have been some pretty good cream. I might need the name of this restaurant. You know I can’t resist a good meal,” Jim said.
“This cream is all mine, and wouldn’t be to your liking,” Gaila replied.
Jim gave her a disbelieving look as he leaned back in his chair.
Gaila laughed as she got up and walked behind him, draping her arms over his shoulders and leaning in to whisper to him.
“If you want Leonard to look this satisfied, ask Montgomery.”
At the reveal of the name, Jim looked up at Gaila in shock , who smirked at him once more before walking away, back on the path she had originally intended to take.
“There’s a thing at the Embassy tonight for the team, you’d better get your beauty rest,” Jim yelled after her.
Gaila waved a hand in the air to let him know she had heard, and continued on her way, leaving him to stare down at his eggs which were now cold.
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Jim leaned against the side pole, watching Scotty adjust the wires. He looked over to the other side of the training hall where Bones was talking with Pavel. Not once in this whole session had Bones talked to him. He had gone back to his avoidance tactics again, even after that morning when he had embraced their ability to have fantastic sex together, despite having shown initial reservations about the change in the physical aspect of their relationship. Jim had thought Bones’ reaction was enough to prove that he was willing to explore it more, though it now seemed Bones was going in the completely opposite direction. Jim knew Bones was a private guy and he respected that, but he had strong feelings for the man and he wanted to express them, or at least get something more than a mixed message, as he was now.
A flick of the wire from Scotty twisting the pin put a small movement in the pole and caused Jim to look in Scotty’s direction. He had initially been shocked to learn that Gaila had spent most of the night with Scotty, until curfew called. Then she just had to go visit him again this morning, so she could to finish off the rest of the evening. She had explained it all to Jim in almost gleeful delight when Jim had followed her back to the apartment block.
Jim had eventually gotten the whole story out of her, as she never had been able to keep secrets for too long. He thought back to their little jaunt through the streets of London a few nights ago. There had been some strong flirting going on between them, so Gaila and Scotty pairing up shouldn’t have been such a surprise to him. Also, Gaila was all for calling him Montgomery at the time, which should have been a major clue for Jim.
“What was the restaurant you took Gaila to last night?” Jim asked.
Scotty looked up at him in surprise.
“More power to you, man. That had to be one hell of a place to put that smile on Gaila’s face this morning.”
“Ah, laddie, the restaurant was but an entrée,” Scotty replied.
“Got to get a meal off to a good start, otherwise things can go downhill very quickly,” Jim replied.
Scotty just laughed at him.
“Look, I need some help. I need to get a meal off to a good start. I have a very fussy eater I want to impress.”
“He’s a mite more than fussy, I would say laddie. I would hazard to guess he is downright reluctant,” Scotty said as he looked over in the direction of Bones before glancing back at Jim.
“Not as reluctant as he is pretending now. And seriously, is there anyone that doesn’t know?” Jim asked.
“Gaila told me,” Scotty replied.
“Great!” Jim said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
“Le Gavroche,” Scotty said.
“What?” Jim was shocked by Scotty sprouting French all of a sudden.
“The restaurant. Its name is Le Gavroche. Hard to get into and especially now, but if you want to butter him up, that’s the place to start. And I may be able to help you with that, the reservation that is.”
“Mr. Scott, has the adjustment been made?” Spock’s voice cut across their conversation.
“All right and tight, Mr. Spock, as ye asked,” Scotty replied as he tossed the wrench in the air, re-catching it after a full rotation.
Scotty walked past Jim as Spock started to tell him what he needed to work on again.
“Thanks, man,” Jim said quietly to Scotty, before giving his full attention to Spock and his preparation for apparatus finals.
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There was something old school about Bones that Jim couldn’t quite put his finger on. Sure, Bones loved to do his hair a particular way that hadn’t been seen since the last century, quite far back in the last century Jim mused.
It was more than that, Jim knew. People just looked at the surface of Bones. While not ignoring his old style Southern manners which just were such a part of him, it was something more than this that Jim hadn’t quite put his finger on. Jim had overheard others on the team discussing Bones when they didn’t think Jim was around. They all focused on the physical and Jim took his chance to do admire Bones unobserved.
Ralph Lauren suited Bones, something about that classic style of dress seemed to be a perfect fit for him. Jim admired the crisp white pants and polo shirt tucked in perfectly, belt not too tight and adding just a splash of color. At least Bones had a decent tan, which made the white look great on him. Bones had forgone the cap, which Jim was sporting on his head. When they first got their uniforms, Jim had laughed to hear the grumbles from Bones, especially about the cap. Bones looked like he had stepped off the screen from the set of The Great Gatsby, no matter what his protests said otherwise.
Jim took another sip of his juice, enjoying a quiet moment by the pillar to watch Bones talking with Uhura, smiling and flirting gently with her. It had always rankled a little how Bones could flirt with Uhura and she would flirt back. Yet, when Jim tried anything with her, he got a spectacular cold shoulder or, even worse, one of her clever replies that would have stopped a lesser man from trying again. Jim had never been a lesser man.
He had endured many a slap on the shoulder and a lot of glad handing this evening, from all kinds of people that Jim had never even heard of before and likely were never to hear from again. It would give them something to tell their friends and families though, the moment they spent chatting with an Olympic Gold medalist. It still seemed a little surreal to Jim that he had two of them and with five more competitions to go for him, maybe some more in the offering.
As he saw one of the ambassador’s flunkies heading in his direction--a woman who had a little earlier promised a lot with a look and then even more with her words, he looked for a means to escape. Jim noted the woman had a glass of champagne in her hand and every so often, the incredibly high heels she was wearing caused her to stumble with a few slightly unsteady steps. It was obvious a combination of being tipsy and being essentially up on stilts that caused her lack of balance. Jim decided to risk an Uhura dressing down and head over to the safety of her and Bones instead of having to refuse a blatant invitation directly.
Gaila came to his rescue however, pulling Uhura away from Bones and leaving Bones alone and looking down at his now empty glass.
“Get you another one?” Jim asked as he walked up to him.
Bones looked a little startled, but he soon recovered. “No, I’m fine.”
“That you are indeed. You never gave me a chance to show my appreciation for how well you fill out that uniform,” Jim said, looking Bones up and down.
“Jim!” Bones hissed, looking around quickly.
“Fuck’s sake, Bones. If you want to draw more attention to us, try ignoring me some more. We’re friends, remember. We’ve lived in each other’s pockets for the past three years, choose to spend our spare time together and now you are playing ignore the Jim,” Jim said as he stood right up in Bones’ personal space, daring him to back off or stay there and take it like a man.
Bones stood his ground as Jim thought he would. He could never resist a challenge, a fact Jim had taken advantage of quite often in their three years of friendship.
“I so want to take you out of that, especially those pants. They grip your ass so nicely. And don’t give me any avoidance any more. You loved it this morning, especially with your dick in my mouth. Fuck, I loved it!”
Bones shook his head a little, still checking to see if anyone else was listening in.
“I’m being quiet, but I’ve had enough of you ignoring me for the day. Tomorrow night, you and I are going out to dinner. I know you like good food and since I have a table at Le Gavroche, you won’t be able to resist.”
“Jim, I-“ Bones started to say.
“Please, Bones,” Jim said, putting on his best puppy dog eyes, knowing that look had always guaranteed a laugh from Bones.
Sure enough, he was right and Bones laughed.
“You idiot.”
Jim just grinned. “There’s my Bones! So how much longer do we have to hang around here?”
“Thought you would like all this adulation,” Bones said, lifting his glass up before he remembered it was empty. Bones scowled at the glass as if it had mortally offended him, making Jim laugh. That was his friend, his Bones.
“Name me one of the people here, not on our team, that know the difference between a ‘sault and a roll? They just want an anecdote and don’t really care.“
“True,” Bones agreed, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced around at the well-dressed crowd.
“So, your bed or mine tonight?” Jim asked.
“Jim!” Bones protested again.
“C’mon, man. Admit it, you like calling out my name. I should have figured out you would be putty in my hands with all the calling of my name over the years.”
Bones gave him a look before speaking again. “You need Chapel to see to your back again. You need a good night’s sleep, plus I have a meeting with Pike and Spock after this. Don’t wait up for me, we have a nine o’clock training session which means early to bed and early to rise for you. It will be Pike having my ass if you are in less than perfect condition.”
Jim pouted at Bones, a little frustrated at being denied, but still trying to keep on the good side of Bones.
“Don’t give me that. I’m immune,” Bones replied. “I’ve got a time for you to see Chapel before training. She’s sent a message to your email about it, so a very early to rise for you.”
“Can’t I have your magic fingers instead?” Jim asked, leaning in close and risking a flicker of a touch on Bones’ hip with his hand.
Bones swayed just a little bit toward him and a flash of heat came in his eyes. Jim smiled as he realized that no matter what protestations Bones came up with while attempting to resist Jim, Bones still wanted him.
“No, Jim. Maybe later. Once this is all over,” Bones said, grabbing Jim’s wrist and pulling it away gently. “Now stop it.”
“I want-“
“Too bad, sometimes you don’t get to win every time.”
Bones had on his determined look and while Jim thought he might be able to eventually wear him down, Bones was right. There was still a ways to go in the competition.
“Fine, but I will hold you to that later, and we are going out to dinner tomorrow night, even if I have to get Pike and Spock to order you to go,” Jim said, pulling his hand out of Bones’ gentle grip.
Jim smiled as he stepped back and looked over to see Pike and Spock off to the side, talking to the Ambassador. With a wicked smile, Jim looked at Bones and then headed over to Pike and Spock.
“Jim!” Bones called out after him.
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Final chapter this way