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dctr_mccoy

After the Christmas party... (Kirk/Bones)

Dec 24, 2009 23:36

(The background story The Fires They Build is a companion piece to this thread.)

The party had been awkward at bestBoth men were unusually quiet as they headed back to their room, both emotionally wrung out by the conversations and the holiday cheer. Bones had watched Kirk all evening, his face drawn and pale and wished he could have whisked him ( Read more... )

good times, jim..., planetside adventures, fixing each other

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kirktastic December 25 2009, 05:45:58 UTC

Kirk looked to Bones, giving just a nod. He hadn't eaten anything at the dinner, and he didn't feel hungry. Just a tight sort of sickly feeling in his stomach that came from too much stress. He didn't deal well with holidays, and being forced to deal with them... didn't help. Yea, he remembered.

dctr_mccoy December 25 2009, 05:51:36 UTC

"Okay, well, I need to know if we can start that right now?"

Bones looked tired as well - it had been a long day, even before the party - and now all he wanted to do was rest and relax somewhere with Kirk.

kirktastic December 25 2009, 06:21:38 UTC

Why was Bones starting it now, instead of when they woke up? Kirk nodded, "Anytime you want, Bones. I'm game for anything," But it was unspoken long as it doesn't have something to do with the holidays.

dctr_mccoy December 25 2009, 06:30:49 UTC

Fuck, he hoped this worked.

Punching the code into the door, Bones let the doors slide open and Kirk walk inside in front of him.

There, off to the side of the doorway were two backpacks, both filled to the brim with their familiar camping gear. Kirk's guitar leaned against them, as did two fishing rods and a small tackle box. Another bag, filled with food, sat on the table.

Standing behind Kirk, Bones rested his hand on his shoulder. "If you want to sleep here, we can, and head out in the morning. Or we can leave now."

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kirktastic December 29 2009, 01:06:00 UTC

The next morning let him wake to the quiet sounds of birds chirping, the lap of water against the shore. Kirk stirred and just listened for a little while. It was... nice. He felt hot as hell in the sleeping bag sandwich with Bones, but... hell. Bones was asleep with him, and he had his body wrapped around Bones, just... holding him close.

Kirk slowly nosed the back of Bones' neck, breathing him in. How long he stayed here, he had no idea... or cared. It was nice just to relax and not give a damn about anything around him.

Eventually it just was way too hot though. Kirk wriggled slowly out of the sleeping bag, still nude from the night. They hadn't fucked... hadn't needed to. He had been too keyed up from the dinner, and.. well, sometimes it was nice to just curl up with Bones.

He walked down to the water's edge, looking out across it. In the dawn, it was rosy-lavender. Pretty... The scans had said the water was perfect for humans, warm, and freshwater. So he grinned and stepped into the water, washing the sweat off.

dctr_mccoy December 29 2009, 01:31:08 UTC

Bones slept on longer, stretching and sighing and spreading out as he suddenly had more room in the sleeping bag. Soon it was light enough that he couldn't sleep through it, and opening an eye, he remembered where he was, and who he was with.

It didn't take long to find Kirk. Bones could hear him splashing around in the waves, making little laughing noises. Bones watched him standing there in the water, naked and lean. He didn't get up, just watched for a little while, thinking back to all the time they'd spent together, becoming friends, then slowly becoming more. All that time, but it was worth it, because what they had was unbreakable, he knew that now. They could yell and scream at each other until the walls shook and at the end of the day it was still the two of them, holding onto each other tight. Such a sense of completeness, he couldn't explain it any other way.

Soon he rose, standing up, as naked as Kirk, and walked into the water after Kirk.

kirktastic December 29 2009, 01:48:23 UTC

Kirk heard the splashing and turned, grinning slowly as he saw Bones. "Hey you." He stretched out, water dripping from his chest, hair. He stepped forward, sliding an arm around Bones as soon as he was close enough.

dctr_mccoy December 29 2009, 01:55:33 UTC

"It's warm," he said, nuzzling Kirk before reaching down and touched the water, bringing some up to drip on his face. "Don't expect it to be so warm."

He stretched again, feeling happy and relaxed. "I'm not doing a damned thing today but fishing and reading."

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canadianbill January 1 2010, 14:00:41 UTC

[OOC - You guys, this post is epically sweet. D'awwwwwwwwwwwwwww. <333]

kirktastic January 2 2010, 14:44:52 UTC

When one does not have fishing poles and bait, sometimes one has to make due. Jim was good at that, making up shit on the fly, and thus.. the afternoon project was born. Where the hell the idea came from Jim wasn't even sure, but it had him completely nude sitting on the beach, a knife in one hand, and a branch from the forest in the other. Well, it was a branch to them but was like a twig to the actual tree it came from.

shick, shick, shick, shiiiiick, shick, shick

Jim let his toes play with the sand as he hummed quietly to himself, hands dutifully determined to get this stick down to size. It was about four feet long, thin but not so thin it would easily break, and much lighter then he'd thought it would be.

Jim was fashioning a spear.

Those were some mighty fine looking fish out there in that purple water. He wanted two of them.

dctr_mccoy January 2 2010, 15:46:44 UTC

Laying on the beach nearby, Bones looked up from the game he was playing on his datapad. He was bare chested, a pair of shorts hanging low on his hips. "Hey, Jim - you be careful with that knife, okay?"

He stretched, arching his back like a cat. "Just saying, naked whittling is a tragedy waiting to happen."

kirktastic January 2 2010, 21:52:10 UTC

Jim smirked as he worked, his humming dying. "Glad to know you're worried about my health." shick, shick, shick "I'm fine."

dctr_mccoy January 2 2010, 22:28:02 UTC

"You are fine," he smirked, in a Jim Kirk tone of voice, and rolled over, shielding his eyes from the sun. "Now, tell me again?" he asked aloud, a false grump to his voice. "I've got two perfectly good poles here. Why do you want to go into the water and scare dinner away by chasing them with a stick?"

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kirktastic January 5 2010, 04:38:08 UTC

Well, the spear fishing was at least somewhat successful. The fish Jim had gotten was a big one, enough to feed them both. It didn't take too long to get it cleaned up and cooked, and along with some of the food the galley had given them it had been a hell of a feast.

It was sunset, the last remnants of it. The sky was ablaze with a million colors, soaking into them and echoing their fire. Jim was leaning back against the large stone they were camping under, staring up, thinking about not a lot at all and loving it.

dctr_mccoy January 5 2010, 04:47:24 UTC

Bones was fiddling with his lantern; he hadn't pulled it out since the last time they were camping, so it shouldn't be broken, but for some reason it wouldn't turn on.

Flicking the base with his finger, he sighed mournfully. "I don't get how these things work."

kirktastic January 5 2010, 04:50:22 UTC

Jim looked over, and laughed a little. "Don't look at me. I'm not an engineer." He shifted, watching Bones, "We've got the firelight, it's enough. We could do a torch or two if we have to."

dctr_mccoy January 5 2010, 04:58:38 UTC

"... is not the point," he growled. "Fucking thing should work." Tossing it to the ground next to him, Bones lay back, pulling a nearby pillow under his head.

He caught Jim watching him. "What?" he asked, a rough note to his voice, though his eyes were more playful in the firelight.

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