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Fic: Playing Pretend [9/9] (Kirk/McCoy, NC17)
Title: Playing Pretend [9/9]
Authors: andrealyn and inell
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Adult/NC17
Summary: When a visiting diplomat asks Bones out on a date, a little white lie starts a chain of events that changes his relationship with Jim
Word Count: 9280
Beta: florahart
A/N: Thank you all so much for the comments! Previous parts found here.
By the time Jim started to undress him, they were making good headway into the second goal and McCoy eased back to let Jim start to remove his shirt. His gaze dropped down to watch the way Jim's hands looked against McCoy's skin, how they felt, how the smallest amounts of warmth could somehow send him close to the precipice and threaten to push him right over the edge. "More mood setting," he agreed. "Champagne is a notorious panty peeler. Thought it'd be perfect for tonight." And he had picked up one or two romantic notions from his marriage that hadn't fled the coop when he got the divorce. He slid one hand up atop Jim's to help push his shirt to the ground, stepping forward and coaxing Jim's hands lower to his belt.
“Did you really think that you’d need all this to convince me?” Jim asked curiously. “I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious that I was an active participant the other night. True, I should have made it more difficult for you because you pushed me away and pissed me off, but we’re too old for those stupid games.”
"I didn't know how pissed off you were," McCoy admitted with a small shrug. He had spent years of his life apologizing in the midst of fights and making up was one thing he was actually very talented at. "I figured I'd go the whole nine yards and see how many of them I needed in order to get you back, fake relationship, real fights, and whatever else I had stacked up against me." And they were too old. McCoy was too old for a lot of things, and that included one-night stands and relationships that weren't serious.
“Yeah, well, we were pretending to be a couple who are madly in love, so I couldn’t really sulk or kick things because I got pissed off,” Jim said. “So, does this mean I’m easy? Since I didn’t even need the mood lighting and champagne for you to seduce me?” He fluttered his eyelashes. “I just couldn’t resist your charming personality and that sexy body.” He traced Bones’ collarbone with his fingers. “Also, panty peeler? Really?” He snorted with laughter as he brushed his thumb over Bones’ nipple. “I don’t wear panties, you know? Maybe it’s just notorious for getting people naked, though we’re doing pretty well with that and the bottle isn’t open yet.”
"...you don't wear them ever?" McCoy asked, finding that very interesting information to keep. "I could definitely be persuaded to agree that it helps with nudity, seeing as you're doing a fine job divesting me of everything."
Jim arched a brow at Bones. “Women wear panties, Bones. I’m all man. I wear manly underwear, obviously. Except when I sleep usually, since I really do sleep naked a lot.” When Bones reached up to push his shirt off his shoulders, Jim slapped his hands. “None of that. You told me that I was supposed to undress us,” he reminded with a mischievous smile. He rubbed his knuckles against Bones’ lower belly and dipped his thumb beneath the waistband of his pants. “That means no helping, Mister Impatient.”
McCoy grinned at Jim, even when his hands got slapped and he lifted them into the air, letting them hover while he gazed downwards, watching the way Jim was touching him, all-too-easily seeing the way he was growing very hard. "You find it weird that the crew didn't really object past the initial discovery?" McCoy wondered aloud. "It's like it didn't really faze them once they got past all their threats to your and my body." And McCoy should have taken something from that, possibly been worried, but it just felt right when he thought about it.
"I guess it was weird. Feel a bit silly for being worried about lying to them all, when you first mentioned the plan, seeing as how none of them seemed to doubt us. Not even Spock, though I'm pretty sure he must have thought we were faking it at first," Jim said thoughtfully. "I got more threats than you did, you know? It would serve them all right if I restricted shore leave the next time it comes up. My crew seems to have little to no faith in me when it comes to my personal life. They're lucky that it was personal, since that means I won't do anything to get them back."
He smirked when Bones raised his hands over his head, deliberately moving his fingers slowly, trying to tease even more. It was a dilemma as to whether he should keep looking at Bones’ face or look at all the bare skin that was tempting him to touch. He alternated his gaze, watching his face then looking down. Bones was already hard, which Jim couldn’t really say anything about because he had an erection, too, and hadn’t even been touched yet. After another few teasing swipes of his fingers, he unfastened Bones’ pants and shoved them down, moving his hands over Bones’ hips and thighs as he got the pants out of the way. When he finished, he stepped back and moved his hands over his thighs to keep himself from touching Bones yet.
"You got more threats from the crew than I did because I'm a divorcé and you're not," McCoy pointed out the absolute obvious with a dubious look on his face. "Means I've already screwed up in love once so bad that people think I can't do it ever again, like I've got bad luck following me around." At least, that was how he assumed it to be, seeing as if they thought he was too weak to deal with his own affairs, they'd have another think coming. "Just don't restrict our shore leave and I'm happy," he said. "I'm easy that way." He eased back a step, watching Jim as he spoke, eyes never leaving his lips. "You don't have to wear underwear, Jim, but don't be surprised if I don't let you sleep as much as you're used to." His gaze was fixated on Jim, licking his dry lips when Jim started to touch himself. "Lower, Jim," he murmured hoarsely. "Touch yourself lower."
Jim laughed. “That doesn’t make any sense, Bones. They got protective of you because I’m the unfaithful captain who can’t keep his dick in his pants. They like you, so they didn’t want me to hurt you,” he said, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t hold it against of them, though. Having their respect like that? That’s a good thing.” He doesn’t really want to talk about the crew right now. “Oh? I’ll have to worry about you taking advantage of me while I’m all sleepy and defenseless, then?” He slowly licked his lips as he looked Bones over. “Good thing I only need four hours sleep to be functional.” While he continued moving his fingers in teasing swipes across his chest, Bones’ tongue distracted him when he dragged it across his lips. Jim closed his eyes briefly when Bones’ hoarse voice commanded him to touch himself. “Fuck,” he hissed. It shouldn’t be allowed for Bones to sound that damn arousing. “Lower?” He opened his eyes and moved his hand teasingly along his upper thigh. It was tempting to reach for his cock, which was already hard and throbbing and ready for him to get naked, but he resisted. “Like this?” He stroked his thigh and kept watching Bones.
"I'm starting to believe what my aunt had to say. You withhold love from people and they just want it three times as much," McCoy marveled, seeing as he hadn't done anything more than his job, so he didn't see where the flood of respect was supposed to be coming from. Still, it wasn't a bad thing. If nothing else, it meant that he had allies when he needed a favor. "I need seven hours, so you'll get three hours more than you need, that's guaranteed," McCoy promised as he stepped in closer, leaving the pants behind him and standing only in a pair of boxer-briefs as he wrapped a palm over Jim's hip and pulled him closer, letting that touching hand fall in between their bodies so that it was brushing against both Jim and McCoy at once. "Just like that, yeah," McCoy agreed, voice barely more than a hush as he took them another step closer to the bed, breath shallow.
“Or I’ll lie awake reading my PADD or watching you sleep,” Jim said. He smiled slightly at the idea of being able to watch Bones like that without having to feel weird about it like he had during their acting sleepovers. “I like seeing you unguarded like that. Course, it makes me want to touch you, which would probably wake you up and ruin that seven hour thing. I’ll just have to work on my self-control where you’re concerned.”
"Don't watch me when I sleep, you'll make me feel like an idiot," McCoy grumbled, looking away from Jim when he said it, not used to being the kind of man that anyone would want to look at for more than a few minutes at a time. The fact that Jim would willingly do it while they slept still didn't filter fully as truth so much as something that McCoy figured Jim was exaggerating.
“Nah. You’re not an idiot. If anything, I would be for the whole sleep ogling thing.” He shrugged a shoulder and smiled sheepishly. Bones gripped Jim’s hip and pulled him closer, until he could feel the thin material separating his hand from Bones’ erection. He moved his hand, touching Bones through his underwear as they walked backwards to the bed. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, staring into Bones’ eyes as he turned his wrist so he could use his fingers instead of just the back of his hand. “What do you want me to do now, Bones?”
His words faltered when Jim touched him, though, and his breath shook heavily. "Get naked, Jim. You're still dressed and I told you to get naked." As he struggled to regain some kind of control, he found words to try and muster some attempt at normality. "So does that mean my quarters are turning into the spare library?"
When Bones mentioned his quarters, Jim blinked and considered it. “Would you want to? I mean, move in with me like that. We could keep yours for storage or something.” Now that he was thinking about it, it seemed like a good idea. Instead of pretending to share his room, they really could do it. It was a pretty big step, especially considering it had only been a couple of hours since they’d started talking about making it real, but it felt right. Bones was also being bossy, which made Jim laugh low and husky. “Need to teach you the merits of saying please, Bones.” He leaned forward to lick Bones’ collarbone as he continued to stroke his dick through his underwear. “I never have been that great at taking orders, you know?” he whispered against damp skin. “If you want me naked, maybe you need to do something about it.”
"Your bed's bigger than mine," McCoy pointed out the obvious thing that had probably occurred to the both of them over the last few days. "Hell, Jim, if it's too much and we can't adjust, we can go back to normal, but there's no point in not trying, now is there?" And besides, they'd shared space before, enough to be aware of each other's quirks. "So long as you don't decide to bring in a stray cat or tribble, I think I can handle you," he pointed out. Bones didn't point out that he was saving the 'please' for when he really meant it, but for the moment, he lifted Jim up, both hands strong on his hips and laid him out on the bed before crawling on all fours atop him, a determined grin on his lips. "Seems like the other night, you were more than willing to get naked in bed next to me," he said in a light teasing tone. "What changed?"
“Yeah, mine’s bigger,” Jim agreed, managing to keep a straight face despite the urge to leer and waggle his eyebrows. “We’ll adjust. There is no going back to normal after this, Bones. This is just our new normal, and we’ll figure it out. Not like we have to talk about it anymore to know what we both want.” He grinned. “You can handle me, huh? I’ll hold you to it, asshole. But no fair showing off all those muscles and strength,” he muttered when Bones picked him up and moved him to the bed. He liked the expression on Bones’ face when he crawled up the bed, unable to stop himself from smiling as he shifted beneath him. “Well, I was the one doing the seducing that night. This time, I have to put up some sort of resistance or you’ll think I’m easy.” He moved his leg up to press against Bones’ dick. “Besides, you’ll appreciate me more if you have to work to get me naked, right?”
"I've handled you for how long?" McCoy wondered, a grin spreading on his face when he really thought about their new normal and how much he liked it. Hell, it was the first time he could remember in a very long time that he was eager for something romantic. He liked the thought of sheets that smelled like Jim when he woke up and smacking Jim accidentally in the middle of the night in a battle for room. He liked all of it and not just because Jim was the one person in the world he was willing to give way for.
And speaking of giving way, McCoy currently had to work to get Jim naked, apparently. So McCoy just shrugged and leaned back on his haunches, staring at Jim considerately for a long moment as he snagged his thumbs in his boxers. "Well, all right, if you say so." Because as far as sex went, McCoy figured his own getting naked was pretty convincing and pushing them off put him all-the-way to nude right above Jim.
“I say so,” Jim told him, smirking when he wiggled under Bones. Instead of unfastening Jim’s pants, though, Bones pushed his own boxers down. Jim stared, fully aware that he must look ridiculous but, really, Bones’ dick was right there, all hard and swollen and bigger than Jim had ever noticed before. Sure, they’d been naked around each other before, but Jim was usually the one not wearing clothes, and, when Bones had been changing or something, it wasn’t like Jim would have stared or anything. Checked him out, sure, but not as thoroughly as he was able to now.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he breathed out. This entire situation was hot. Bones was completely naked while Jim was just shirtless and he wished there was a mirror to see if it was as erotic as he thought it must be. He shifted again, waiting to find out if Bones was going to finish undressing him or planned to tease him while he was lying there with his dick hardening so much that he was worried he might rip a hole in his underwear, if that were possible.
McCoy worked slowly and quietly now that he was down to his barest bones, stripping Jim of his pants by slowly allowing surgeon's fingers to undo Jim's clothes and work them off him with ease. "You're lying," he accused, accent thick as he tried not to let the words go to his head and tried not to flush too red. He just focused on ridding Jim of his trousers and slowly winding his way down to Jim's ankles, pressing long kisses as he made his way back up Jim's legs, leaving a trail of soft wet spots as he went.
"Jim," McCoy drawled easily, now at Jim's stomach, a brush of stubble against his smooth skin. "What'd you have in mind in one of those inevitable fantasies you have of us?"
“I wouldn’t lie about something like that. Not to you.” Jim raised his hips so that Bones could get his pants down. His underwear were tight, and he reached down to grip his dick, squeezing tightly as he watched Bones and waited. When his pants were off, Bones began to kiss his way back up Jim’s body. He whimpered when Bones rubbed his jaw against the sensitive skin of Jim’s belly. He was a little ticklish there, and the soft-rough of unshaven skin pressed into him felt amazing. “I’m that predictable?” He stared at Bones’ face and smiled lazily. “Wouldn’t mind if you took my underwear off. After that, well, it depends on which fantasy. Have one involving those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, but it might be too soon for that.”
McCoy never really considered himself to be anything more than presentable, but he still was starting to believe Jim and that might have been the most problematic issue of the day. He was going to keep hearing Jim telling him these things and one day he was going to start believing them and then there'd be no hope left for him. Instead of focusing on that, he focused on what Jim had to say and splayed his palms on Jim's waist, inching his underwear slowly down and parted his lips just enough to brush the head of Jim's cock with a faint brush of tongue and lips, glancing up to check that this was okay.
"Relax, Jim," McCoy coaxed. "We got all day."
The fact that they were taking their time despite the tension and awareness between them was turning out to be a good decision. Jim normally wasn’t that patient, but he was enjoying this. He raised his hips again so Bones could pull his underwear off, and then they were both naked. “Fuck,” he hissed when Bones moved his tongue over the head of his cock. He was so damn aroused that he didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming too soon. It wasn’t like he was some horny teenager with no control. “I’m as relaxed as I can be when I’m this hard and you’re torturing me with those sexy lips of yours.”
McCoy let out a throaty and pleased laugh as he glanced up at Jim and sobered himself up when he understood that he really couldn't just tease and actually had to do something about this. He focused on Jim and Jim alone, parting his lips and making sure not to go too deep when really, Jim might not want that kind of sensory overload so soon. And he had meant what he said. They had all day to do this and McCoy was applying that very principle to their current activity.
Jim liked hearing Bones laugh during sex. It was different from his other laughs, and Jim was really glad that this was turning out to be such an effortless transition for them. It made him wonder how long they could have been doing this, since it was becoming obvious that they had probably been avoiding thinking about it for a while, but he didn’t think about much of anything for long. Thinking wasn’t possible when Bones began to suck his dick. He reached down to tangle his fingers in Bones’ hair as he bucked his hips up, seeking more of that delicious wet heat.
McCoy nearly pulled out to reprimand Jim about going too deep too fast and chancing him choking, but he stopped himself seeing as he didn't figure that'd do anything but kill the mood a little. He focused, instead, on the fact that he had Jim Kirk naked and at his mercy below him, writhing pleasantly, looking sinfully wonderful, and tempting McCoy to do far more to him (like ride on his perfect cock, because just like the rest of him, of course it was bigger than most). It wasn't really a surprise. McCoy was his doctor, so he'd seen him, but never like this. He wanted him flushed and calling out his name, wanted to do everything to him and making him squirm.
Jim had had plenty of blow jobs in his sexual life. Enough to know that Bones was pretty damn good at giving one. Jim didn’t really think about his past partners in terms of the best at this or worst at that because he’d heard himself classified that way enough as a teenager to know it felt sort of shitty to be on the receiving end of that sort of thing. So he couldn’t say whether Bones was one of the best he’d had, but he was fucking brilliant with his tongue and seemed to know when to suck and to touch in ways that had Jim’s toes curling, literally.
“God, you’re so good,” Jim muttered, rocking his hips up even as he tried not to fuck Bones’ mouth too deep or too fast. He felt Bones’ tongue slide against a particularly sensitive area of his dick and whined low in his throat as he tightened his grip on Bones’ hair.
If Jim was going to keep making those sounds, then McCoy didn't know what he was going to do. He was already painfully turned on to the point that he was considering climbing off Jim to rut against the bed hard as he could just to get momentary relief. And then he was adding words to it, praising him as if that wasn't about to make things even worse. He eased off, panting hoarsely, lips pressed to the junction of hip and thigh, fingers brushing between Jim's legs to search for the opening, looking to brush and stroke and push at his prostate. "Can't take much more," he admitted roughly.
When Bones pulled his mouth away, Jim tried to pull his head back down. He whined and shifted, trying to get some sort of friction. All he wanted to do was roll over and grind against Bones’ until they both came. It was probably a good thing that Bones didn’t listen to all the rumors about his reputation and sexual prowess because Jim wasn’t giving a good show of that this afternoon. It was all sort of new to him, in a lot of ways, which wasn’t an excuse so much as a reason to just enjoy himself without worrying if he looked like a desperate fool.
Bones’ voice made Jim’s cock twitch, all rough and growly and unbelievably sexy, but the finger pressed against his ass made it difficult to concentrate. There might have been a couple of times in the past when a girl he was fucking got adventurous and used a finger on him during a blow job, but he was having difficulty remembering exactly when at the moment. Bones’ fingers were long and elegant and not nearly as big as his dick. Jim wasn’t ready for that, regardless of any fantasies that he’d had about it, but he couldn’t really say anything when they were both so turned on and everything felt so brilliant. Bones’ finger finally pushed inside him, and he grimaced slightly, shifting again as he looked at the ceiling.
Jim could do this. It was just sex. Besides that, it was Bones, the only person he’d ever thought about doing this and the only person he truly trusted to never hurt him. “All right,” he finally said, tilting his head to look back down at Bones. His face was flushed and he could feel sweat dripping down his forehead. “Tell me what to do.”
McCoy wasn't looking to screw Jim, though the temptation was definitely there. He just needed a momentary calm in order to keep himself under control before he did want to do nothing more than fuck Jim until he was sore and couldn't sit. He stroked with his hand on Jim's hip, finger crooking lightly inside of him as he searched for the one spot that could make all of this better.
In the meantime, McCoy let his mouth drift back to suck in long, languid strokes at the head of Jim's cock, letting it pop like a sucker every time he released it from his mouth. One of those times, he took a moment to press kisses to the 'V' of Jim's hips. "Just relax, Jim, I'll take care of you," he promised gently, the free hand on Jim's hip shifting to cup his ass and haul him closer.
Jim was confused. He thought that Bones wanted to fuck him. But he was still just using his finger and hadn’t made any move to prepare himself to be inside Jim. When Bones started to suck on his cock, he stopped thinking about it. Bones’ mouth was dangerous, especially when coupled with those hooded bedroom eyes and full lips that looked as good stretched around his dick as he’d always imagined. He was getting more used to the finger, too. Should have expected that since Bones always had been good with his hands. He gasped when Bones moved his finger over his prostate again, unable to believe that it had taken him this many years to find out just how amazing that felt.
“Bones,” Jim murmured, repeating the word several times as he fucked Bones’ mouth. Damn it. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with Bones’ hand on his ass and that finger rubbing and that dangerous mouth sucking him so perfectly. “Gotta..stop…gonna…come.” He was proud of himself for managing to stammer out a warning, but he kept moving his hips, forward into Bones’ mouth and backwards onto his finger.
It was easy to focus on this when there were three places to focus on. His mouth, his hand (gripping at the firm skin of Jim's ass, showing him the benefits of being in good shape) and his finger, all working in spirited and chaotic tandem, but without much synchronicity. He was rocking now, too, his whole body seeking relief. He still didn't ease off, not even when Jim gave his warning. It was a long explanation, but McCoy didn't have much of a gag reflex from a lot of stupid pranks from his pre-med days. He wasn't about to stop, but he gave Jim a reassuring squeeze at his hip to tell him that whatever he had to do, he was best to go ahead and do it.
Instead of stopping, Bones just sucked harder. Jim felt a squeeze on his hip and looked down to watch Bones blow him. He was definitely getting a mirror for his quarters because he was discovering that his habit of watching Bones definitely extended into this part of their relationship, too. He trailed his fingers from Bones’ hair down to his forehead, feeling damp skin against his fingertips. It was embarrassing to come this fast, even though it really wasn’t that fast considering all the teasing, and he never usually came before his partner. But Bones was relentless, like he was trying to suck Jim’s soul out through his dick, which was just crazy thoughts probably brought on by lack of oxygen from all the gasping and whimpering he was doing right now.
“Fuck. Bones.” He let go as his hips jerked, not bothering with anymore warnings or thinking about coming too soon. His orgasm drew a low whine from his throat, and he arched his back off the bed as he came, spilling into Bones’ mouth. He could feel Bones’ finger still inside his ass as he clenched around it, gasping as he kept coming and moving his hips.
There wasn't any question that Jim could only last for so long and he was expecting him to lose control and to come. He sealed his lips tighter around Jim, sliding just a little deeper so that when he did come, Bones could control the mess and keep everything neat and tidy. He lapped and licked and took his time in cleaning Jim up, mostly to try and calm himself down. His hips were roughly pushing against the sheets of the hotel's bed and he needed a helluva lot more than this.
McCoy’s lips were pink and swollen by the time he eased off, biting down momentarily as he tasted Jim, something he wasn't about to forget anytime soon, not at all. He spun, collapsing on his back, withdrawing his finger from Jim, his hand from his body in order to push both of his hands down on himself and squeeze, just to get him through this. He was sweating, his hair a mess, and he wasn't fit for anyone's company right then. "You're bigger than I remember," he drawled.
By the time he had finished coming, Jim was convinced that he’d seen stars. Not the real kind that they flew around all the time, but the ones he heard whispered about when sex was just that damn good. Not that Bones considered this sex based on his earlier definition, but Jim did. He was sweaty and sated and more than a little sensitive when Bones finally pulled his mouth off his dick.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Jim whispered huskily as he looked down at Bones. Full lips swollen, face flushed, eyes heavily lidded and sexy, and Jim was convinced that he could see some of his come at the corner of Bones’ mouth, even though he’d just licked his lips. That needed to be investigated, he decided as Bones fell on the bed beside him and squeezed his own dick.
He laughed and pounced, straddling Bones as he finished drawling. “Not like you’re tiny yourself, Bones,” he complimented before he leaned down to kiss him. He sucked on his tongue, tasting himself and Bones all mixed together. As they kissed, he shifted his body as that he could reach down to wrap his fingers around Bones’ dick. He’d done this a lot to himself, and doing it to someone else wasn’t really much different, so he felt a lot more confident than before as he began to stroke Bones. Jim moved his lips along Bones’ jaw and down his neck, sucking marks on his shoulder and neck that wouldn’t be fading anytime soon.
There was a part of McCoy that really should have expected Jim to come bounding at him like an overgrown puppy and so when he was suddenly straddling him, he slung his arms around his waist to clasp at his hips with mildly-quaking fingertips, still shaking from needing relief right then and right there. Suddenly Jim was kissing him too and he tipped his head back to deepen the kiss, lips parting and letting Jim slide his tongue inside.
Better than that, though, was the fact that Jim was touching him with that hand of his, the one that had once-weekly dreams about it, the one that loved to touch Bones in all his dreams and fantasies. And then Jim started marking him up, which only turned him on more, cock twitching with interest at Jim's hand and his mouth. "Vampire," McCoy accused breathlessly. "Staff's gonna wonder when I started the hickey fetish."
Jim giggled, burying his face against Bones’ neck because, really, giggling? What the fuck was wrong with him today? He hadn’t ever really felt like this during sex, not even his first time. It was playful and tense and slightly awkward but not in a bad way and there were all these emotions between them that seemed to be making it even better, if that were possible. He nipped at Bones’ shoulder. “I vant to suck your blood,” he said in a bad imitation of the guy in that holofilm that they had seen a few years ago. He dragged his finger along the underside of Bones’ cock as he nibbled and sucked along Bones’ entire shoulder. “Nah. They’ll just know that you’ve got a Jim fetish.”
Holy god in hell, Jim was giggling like a schoolgirl. McCoy started to gape at him like he was worried about Jim's brain possibly leaking out onto the table if they weren't too careful about it. The table beside the bed or the bed itself, but it wasn't going to be a pretty sight either way. And the rate Jim was going, McCoy was about to lose his mind as well, what with Jim's finger committing perfect sin right under his cock like that. "You can mark me up all you want," McCoy gasped breathlessly. "But no blood-sucking. That's pushing things just a shade too far."
“I’m not going to really suck your blood, Bones. That’s gross,” Jim muttered against damp skin. He sucked hard enough to make another mark before moving his mouth to another section of bare, unmarred flesh. It was odd how possessive he felt, how he wanted to mark Bones so everyone knew that there was no pretending and that Bones was really his, damn it.
Jim might not want to suck his blood, but he was doing a fair job of making it so that he would be marked in a fashion that made him look more bruised than ever. McCoy wet his lower lip while he felt pain and pleasure duking it out at his neck and trying to name a victor. Really, McCoy thought that he was the winner because he was the one getting this attention. Lazily, idly, he swatted at Jim. "I do have to go back to work and look presentable," he grumbled, not wanting to lose the respect of his staff, making them think that he'd gone around the bend and only cared about getting laid, now.
Jim looked up and grinned at Bones before he wrapped his fingers around his dick and began to stroke again. “How do you like it? Hard and fast? Slow and gentle? A little bit of both?” He leaned down to lave Bones’ nipple with his tongue before he scraped his teeth against it.
"I don't know yet," McCoy admitted, his mouth dry and a lump in his throat. "I don't know how I like it with you. Maybe let's start with fast," he urged, groaning heavily as Jim sucked on his nipple and he tossed his head back, back arching sharply. "Fuck!" he cried out, a boom of a call.
“We’ll figure it out together then,” Jim said, watching Bones face as he began to move his hand. He focused on doing it fast, twisting his wrist slightly as he gripped Bones’ cock and slid his hand up and down. He was pleased by Bones’ reaction to having his nipples sucked. “Like that, huh?” He smirked before he flicked his tongue out to lick the other nipple. After he shifted his body so that he could stroke Bones’ dick easier, he concentrated on Bones’ nipples again.
"They're fucking sensitive, you asshole," McCoy snapped. Maybe anyone but Jim would have quivered at that, thought it meant that he was doing something wrong, but all it meant was that Jim was having a very good effect on McCoy and he needed to explain that somehow in his own unique way. Then Jim added in the hand and things went from incredible to mind-numbing. There were white specks in his vision and his climax was rushing around the corner to meet him, waiting too long. "Jim, shit," he hissed. "Won't take much longer."
"Wonder what other parts of you are sensitive. Guess I'll have a chance to find out," Jim murmured before licking the nipple again. "Gonna explore your entire body, Bones. Learn every place that makes you whimper and moan then learn it again." He moved his hand faster as he kissed his way down Bones' chest. He had never sucked cock before, but he always giving oral to women, so he didn't figure it was much different. Well, the dick was different, obviously, but he wasn't really worried about trying it out. Somehow, he doubted Bones would mind if he was awful at it at first. When Bones said it wouldn't be much longer, Jim had just reached his belly. He was nuzzling the firm flesh and licking his belly button while using his thumb to rub the head of Bones' dick on every swipe upward. He shifted his body again so that his face was by Bones' cock. "You know, dicks aren't really that pretty," he observed as he stared at the one in his hand. He licked his lips and slowed his hand. "I like yours, though." He grinned before he leaned forward to lick the underside of it. It was different that he expected, not better or worse just different. The head was coated with pre-come, and Jim had to taste it. He licked at it, curling his tongue and getting every drop that he could see.
McCoy loved the notion of Jim learning all about him, enough that he knew him inside and out as well as he knew the outward details of his history and his personality. The very thought of Jim knowing him that well sent a rush of a thrill down his back and he bit his lip to keep that one thought from pushing him over the edge. "My name's...Leonard," he gasped out, because he liked the nickname, sure he did, but he had a real, proper first-name. "Oh Jesus, Jim, keep talking about it, you'll make me soft," he growled lightly. As if there was a genuine chance of that, when Jim was so close and was licking, when he was doing things to him that made him struggle to think, let alone speak. Crap, he was hopeless. "Just a little more," he begged. "Just a little."
Jim tightened his grip on Bones’ dick when he growled at him. “I don’t think there’s any danger of you going soft, Leonard,” he said, purring the name that felt unfamiliar on his tongue. Bones had been Bones since shortly after they met. Before that, he had been McCoy, but Jim had christened him Bones almost from the start. It had suited him, a lot more than Leonard did. Besides, the Ex probably called him that, and Jim liked having a name of his own for him. But if that’s what Bones wanted to be called during sex, then he’d try to adjust. “Just a little?” He licked lightly, teasing licks as he got used to having his mouth on a dick. Bones’ face was amazing, all flushed and needy and gorgeous. Jim kissed his cock, pressed his lips against the head as he kept moving his hand with firm, quick strokes. After kissing it, he opened his mouth and sucked on the head, lapping at it with his tongue while he looked up to keep watching Bones’ face.
It was all too much at once, like experiencing an assault from all sides and it made McCoy falter, made him try and focus on something. His focus just happened to be on the precise feel of Jim's lips on his length and that made him shudder and shiver, feeling like he was losing more control by the second. His hand grasped the covers of the bed hard as he could, heel digging into the mattress. "Holy hell, Jim," he gasped, voice hoarse, accent as thick as it got. "Ge'off, Jim, off," he begged. "Please, Jim. Lips off." The last thing he wanted to do was push too much too fast with Jim and put him in a position he wasn't ready for. He had held off long enough and he had to climax right then and there.
When he heard Bones tell him to move, Jim raised his head. Saliva dripped down his chin, and he felt Bones arching up to fuck his hand. “Come for me,” he growled softly, licking his lips as he kept staring. He wanted to see Bones’ face when he came, so he focused on moving his hand to give Bones what he needed right now.
There was absolutely no avoiding that order. He would do anything for his captain and this was an easy command considering all he had to do was let go. Letting go for Jim was easy, letting out a long, low moan, gasping Jim's name as he let his body shake, quiver, and spasm in ways that were anything but graceful. "Jim," he groaned heavily. "Fuck." It was all too good.
It only reinforced his previous assumptions about them. They worked so well together in everything else, it was easy to guess that they would work together in this too. McCoy sighed raggedly as he collapsed heavily against the sheets and the pillows, sated and sapped. He couldn't do anything but let out a heavy and shallow sequence of breaths.
Watching Bones come was indescribable. Jim knew that it would sound stupid to say that this was more than sex, since it involved nakedness and sweat and orgasms, but he couldn’t explain why it felt like he had really experienced something special. He felt warmth splash all over his fingers as he kept stroking Bones through his orgasm, and he glanced down at his hand briefly before focusing his attention back on Bones. “So beautiful,” he murmured, not caring that the word probably wasn’t appropriate for such a masculine man. When Bones finally finished and started sucking in breaths of air, Jim let go of his dick. He brought his wet hand up and licked his fingers. Bones didn’t taste that different from Jim, but there was a flavor that was decidedly all Bones. Jim was about to get another lick directly from the source when Bones started praising him.
McCoy let out a pleased groan at the praise, even if he would have protested beautiful as a phrase to describe him of all people. Idly, he stroked at his bare stomach, his whole body feeling like it was particularly stuck and unable to move. It'd be a long time before he would be getting up and walking around, that was for sure. He did find the strength to yank a hand to Jim's waist and pull him in as close as possible, pressing a kiss to his mussed hair. "Not bad for a first," McCoy praised.
Jim rolled his eyes even as he grinned. “Not bad?” He scoffed and leaned down for that taste before he crawled up Bones’ body. “I’m Captain James T. Kirk. I don’t do ‘not bad’. We’ll have to do this repeatedly until ‘fucking fantastic’ and ‘best I’ve ever had’ are what you’re saying after you’re lying there all damp with sweat and smelling like sex.”
When Jim started getting egotistical, McCoy leaned in and stole a kiss from his lips, a smirk trying to come forward if it wasn't for McCoy hiding it with sheer willpower. “Fucking fantastic, mm?" he echoed, letting his fingers idly stroke at Jim's shoulder, letting his head recline back against the pillows as he gave it some thought. "I figure you've got all the time in the world, no need to rush," McCoy assured easily, a smile on his face. "As for best I've ever had? Well, we'll get you the ring and then see."
“All the time in the world,” Jim repeated slowly, grinning as he leaned in for another kiss. He laughed against Bones’ lips when he mentioned the ring. “I seem to remember you being very adamant against marriage when I suggested it before.” He pressed his lips against Bones’ forehead before he fell on top of him, not caring that they were both sticky and needed to clean up. If he had his way, they’d just be getting messy again once they’d recovered, so it was pointless to shower yet.
"How about the class ring and we'll go from there?" McCoy suggested, shifting so he could support Jim's weight atop him, sliding one arm down his back and stroking idly, keeping their bodies securely pressed together. It felt sticky and humid, but it was also more than comfortable. It felt like the way they were lying there was just right, like some odd and restricted version of the old Goldilocks fable. "And I was adamant against it because I thought you were acting," he grumbled. "I said that I wanted to remarry, wanted to give Jo another parent, didn't I? But I promise, you can take your time loving me, Jim. I want you really feeling it if ever it happens.”
“Seriously?” Jim frowned in thought. Was it moving too fast? Sure, they’d been faking a relationship for the past week, but this afternoon was the first time they’d actually sort of talked about things. The ‘I love you’ had been surprising enough, and now Bones was talking about his class ring in a non-teasing way. He wasn’t against the idea, he realized, but he wasn’t sure what that meant. “Don’t know if I’m ready to be a parent yet,” he said honestly. “But the class ring, that’d just be like commitment and all, right? We can figure out the rest of it as we go along? If so, yeah, we can start there. And … and it’s not if. It’s when,” he corrected. Jim rested his chin on Bones’ chest and stared at him. “I think I could love you,” he said matter-of-factly. He wasn’t entirely sure since he’d never considered being in love before or given it much though, but it made sense. This was the most fulfilling sex he could remember having, not because it was exceptionally good or because he had a great orgasm but because it was with Bones. Maybe that was love.
"Jim," McCoy assured with a surprised and gentle laugh, turning his head enough that strands of sweaty hair fell over his forehead and he was turning a sated and blissful look on Jim. "I was mostly talking about seeing whether commitment sex would really be all that different and the rest will come with years, but honestly, anything you want, you get and I'm more than willing to give it to you. So you just tell me when you're ready. I'll get Jo up here for a holiday and let the two of you bond while I work or something."
Jim swiftly kissed Bones again before settling back against him, listening to what he had to say and choosing to tuck it away to think about later. “So, in a little while, we’re having some of that mood setting champagne. I intend to use your belly as a glass, just so you know.”
"Dammit, Jim, if you insist on using me as a glass, you better be willing to do the clean-up,” McCoy warned before stealing another kiss.
Jim returned the kiss, touching Bones’ face lazily before they drew apart. He might already be in love or it might take him some time to reach that point, but he knew that these things he felt for Bones were important and that he needed Bones in his life. He smirked as he rested his cheek against Bones’ chest and moved his fingers over Bones’ flat belly. “I’ll clean it up. Promise. Need a nap? Or just want to lie here a bit?”
McCoy groaned slightly as he regarded Jim and tugged him just an inch closer. His body was too tired to move at that moment in time and cleaning up sounded like too much work. "Yeah," he agreed. "Yeah to the nap," he clarified. "Just so long as you don't go anywhere." Right now, McCoy figured so long as he had Jim in his arms, nothing could really go that awry. It was a good feeling to have and it was the one that let him close his eyes and relax, steady under the reassuring weight of Jim's body.
*
They ended up spending four days on Calliope II, but it was time for this diplomatic mission slash mini-vacation to end. They were being beamed back to the Enterprise shortly, and Jim was going to be glad to get back to his girl. Scotty had probably spent the last few days sweet-talking her in an attempt to become her number one man, but Jim wasn't that worried. He knew she favored him the most. He was also really looking forward to getting back to work and trying this whole relationship thing for real. Jim was pleased that Bones was adventurous when it came to where and when they started kissing and touching. He couldn't wait to find out if that would continue when they got back to the ship. He always had had that fantasy about his captain's chair, after all, and there were hundreds of places on-board for them explore together.
Arlington was fawning over Bones again, but there wasn't any inappropriate touching or anything that made Jim feel threatened or concerned. He rubbed his jaw discreetly as he waited for them to finish up their discussion, enjoying the last few moments of not having to be Captain every single moment since Bones had really been the main representative of the Federation here. He watched Bones talk to Arlington, unable to keep himself from smirking slightly because Bones was his now. No more pretending or faking anything.
McCoy was just finishing up with Arlington, shaking his hand and thanking him profusely for all the help that he had given them over the last few weeks. He also had to sneak in a mild apology because what had started as a ruse had gotten to the point that it was possibly slightly distracting for the people around them and Arlington primarily made up that group at the moment. Still, the man had been good to them and now he was seeing them off. McCoy's body was limber and loose, possibly more relaxed than it had been since he joined Starfleet. Of course, he hadn't endured rounds of sex that thorough and constant since his marriage, so he had a good idea why that was.
He finished his goodbye with Arlington and drifted back to Jim's side, wrapping an arm lightly around his waist and leaning in to brush his lips against Jim's neck. "The crew," he murmured under his breath, "is going to think I got attacked by leeches down here. I hope you're happy, you orally-minded bastard."
"Hmm. That's funny. I don't recall you complaining about me being orally-minded this morning," Jim said, arching a brow even as he fought a smile. "Besides, you're being a bad boyfriend, Bones. My jaw is sore, and here you are teasing me instead of kissing it better." He reached up and brushed his thumb over the most visible mark that he'd made. "Seriously, though, I tried to be careful and keep them in places that would be covered by your shirt. I have no intention of making you uncomfortable even if you do bring out latent possessiveness that I didn't realize I had."
No, McCoy definitely hadn't been complaining when he'd woken up to that surprise. He eased back and gently pried Jim's hand off of him, long enough to lean in and press a long kiss to Jim's jaw, slowly ascending down to the chin and across to the other side. "You and I both know that's not going to do anything and that you need to rest it and ice it." Maybe he was still not so great when it came to some of the sexual innuendo, but hell, kisses to make it better were supposed to stop when kids turned six.
Jim smiled when Bones actually did kiss his jaw. “I don’t need ice. You’re not that big,” he muttered, turning his head so he could press his lips against Bones’ cheek. He had enjoyed sucking Bones’ dick, even if it had taken him a few days to fully reach the point where he took it all into his mouth like he had earlier that morning, but he wasn’t used to sucking on large things for such a long time so he knew now to rest a little in between to avoid the soreness. “Besides, it was worth a little ache to see your face when you woke up this morning.”
"You're lucky I didn't smack you off thinking it was a lost puppy," McCoy teased lightly, smirking as he eased back and giving the hem of Jim's shirt a light tug to bring him along so they could head back to the range where the Enterprise could beam them back up (even if McCoy still hated the notion and would rather a death-trap of a shuttle instead of letting his molecules dance around the atmosphere and potentially get lost everywhere). "You need ice if it's sore and you need stretches if it's locked. Trust me, I'm a doctor."
“If you’d smacked me, I’d have had to bite you. Course, you might have enjoyed that,” Jim said, winking. He followed Bones and reached out to take his hand. Bones hated using the transporter, more than even taking a shuttle, so Jim gave his hand a squeeze to silently let him know that it’d be all right. “Fine. You can ice it tonight if it’s still sore, Doctor.” He grinned. “If it’s not, feel free to get creative with the ice. I’m all for experimentation.”
"Jim," McCoy warned. "You're not getting me off with your mouth tonight." He paused for a moment long enough to cinch his arm around Jim's waist and pull him closer to his side. "It's my turn." And he had a little trick he figured he wanted to show Jim involving a little bit of tongue work he'd practiced back in med school on cherry stems. "I'll save the ice for your bare chest. And don't ask. You'll find out about it soon enough," he assured Jim with a grin, taking a deep breath to head off the panic attack. "Okay. Ready when you are."
“Yes, Sir. No sucking your dick tonight, Sir,” he said, rolling his eyes even as he lightly nudged Bones with his elbow. At Bones’ words, he grinned. “I wasn’t going to ask anything. I think spending the day thinking about what you have in mind for your turn will have me so hard that it won’t take anything for me to come, though. Good thing I’ve got a pretty decent recovery time.”
He moved closer to Bones and glanced up at him when they stopped walking. “No more pretending.” He leaned over to kiss Bones slowly and thoroughly, taking his time since he wasn’t sure when he’d have another chance to steal a kiss when they got back to work. He had gotten spoiled to being able to kiss and touch Bones freely here, and he knew they’d have to be less demonstrative amongst the crew. When he pulled back, he smiled. “I’m ready, Bones,” he said seriously, not just meaning ready to transport.
McCoy couldn't help a broad grin and the laugh that escaped him when Jim said he was ready. McCoy was more than ready, even if he was concerned about putting his heart out on the line so easily. It was worth it, though. Jim was always going to be worth it and every one of those kisses just added up as demonstrable proof that they fit together as well as McCoy had always imagined them doing. "Good," he responded, nuzzling his nose just the once against Jim's before easing back and standing at Jim's side.
They had a lot of paths to go down, but they were ready.
End
Chapter 8 | End of Story
Authors: andrealyn and inell
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Adult/NC17
Summary: When a visiting diplomat asks Bones out on a date, a little white lie starts a chain of events that changes his relationship with Jim
Word Count: 9280
Beta: florahart
A/N: Thank you all so much for the comments! Previous parts found here.
By the time Jim started to undress him, they were making good headway into the second goal and McCoy eased back to let Jim start to remove his shirt. His gaze dropped down to watch the way Jim's hands looked against McCoy's skin, how they felt, how the smallest amounts of warmth could somehow send him close to the precipice and threaten to push him right over the edge. "More mood setting," he agreed. "Champagne is a notorious panty peeler. Thought it'd be perfect for tonight." And he had picked up one or two romantic notions from his marriage that hadn't fled the coop when he got the divorce. He slid one hand up atop Jim's to help push his shirt to the ground, stepping forward and coaxing Jim's hands lower to his belt.
“Did you really think that you’d need all this to convince me?” Jim asked curiously. “I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious that I was an active participant the other night. True, I should have made it more difficult for you because you pushed me away and pissed me off, but we’re too old for those stupid games.”
"I didn't know how pissed off you were," McCoy admitted with a small shrug. He had spent years of his life apologizing in the midst of fights and making up was one thing he was actually very talented at. "I figured I'd go the whole nine yards and see how many of them I needed in order to get you back, fake relationship, real fights, and whatever else I had stacked up against me." And they were too old. McCoy was too old for a lot of things, and that included one-night stands and relationships that weren't serious.
“Yeah, well, we were pretending to be a couple who are madly in love, so I couldn’t really sulk or kick things because I got pissed off,” Jim said. “So, does this mean I’m easy? Since I didn’t even need the mood lighting and champagne for you to seduce me?” He fluttered his eyelashes. “I just couldn’t resist your charming personality and that sexy body.” He traced Bones’ collarbone with his fingers. “Also, panty peeler? Really?” He snorted with laughter as he brushed his thumb over Bones’ nipple. “I don’t wear panties, you know? Maybe it’s just notorious for getting people naked, though we’re doing pretty well with that and the bottle isn’t open yet.”
"...you don't wear them ever?" McCoy asked, finding that very interesting information to keep. "I could definitely be persuaded to agree that it helps with nudity, seeing as you're doing a fine job divesting me of everything."
Jim arched a brow at Bones. “Women wear panties, Bones. I’m all man. I wear manly underwear, obviously. Except when I sleep usually, since I really do sleep naked a lot.” When Bones reached up to push his shirt off his shoulders, Jim slapped his hands. “None of that. You told me that I was supposed to undress us,” he reminded with a mischievous smile. He rubbed his knuckles against Bones’ lower belly and dipped his thumb beneath the waistband of his pants. “That means no helping, Mister Impatient.”
McCoy grinned at Jim, even when his hands got slapped and he lifted them into the air, letting them hover while he gazed downwards, watching the way Jim was touching him, all-too-easily seeing the way he was growing very hard. "You find it weird that the crew didn't really object past the initial discovery?" McCoy wondered aloud. "It's like it didn't really faze them once they got past all their threats to your and my body." And McCoy should have taken something from that, possibly been worried, but it just felt right when he thought about it.
"I guess it was weird. Feel a bit silly for being worried about lying to them all, when you first mentioned the plan, seeing as how none of them seemed to doubt us. Not even Spock, though I'm pretty sure he must have thought we were faking it at first," Jim said thoughtfully. "I got more threats than you did, you know? It would serve them all right if I restricted shore leave the next time it comes up. My crew seems to have little to no faith in me when it comes to my personal life. They're lucky that it was personal, since that means I won't do anything to get them back."
He smirked when Bones raised his hands over his head, deliberately moving his fingers slowly, trying to tease even more. It was a dilemma as to whether he should keep looking at Bones’ face or look at all the bare skin that was tempting him to touch. He alternated his gaze, watching his face then looking down. Bones was already hard, which Jim couldn’t really say anything about because he had an erection, too, and hadn’t even been touched yet. After another few teasing swipes of his fingers, he unfastened Bones’ pants and shoved them down, moving his hands over Bones’ hips and thighs as he got the pants out of the way. When he finished, he stepped back and moved his hands over his thighs to keep himself from touching Bones yet.
"You got more threats from the crew than I did because I'm a divorcé and you're not," McCoy pointed out the absolute obvious with a dubious look on his face. "Means I've already screwed up in love once so bad that people think I can't do it ever again, like I've got bad luck following me around." At least, that was how he assumed it to be, seeing as if they thought he was too weak to deal with his own affairs, they'd have another think coming. "Just don't restrict our shore leave and I'm happy," he said. "I'm easy that way." He eased back a step, watching Jim as he spoke, eyes never leaving his lips. "You don't have to wear underwear, Jim, but don't be surprised if I don't let you sleep as much as you're used to." His gaze was fixated on Jim, licking his dry lips when Jim started to touch himself. "Lower, Jim," he murmured hoarsely. "Touch yourself lower."
Jim laughed. “That doesn’t make any sense, Bones. They got protective of you because I’m the unfaithful captain who can’t keep his dick in his pants. They like you, so they didn’t want me to hurt you,” he said, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t hold it against of them, though. Having their respect like that? That’s a good thing.” He doesn’t really want to talk about the crew right now. “Oh? I’ll have to worry about you taking advantage of me while I’m all sleepy and defenseless, then?” He slowly licked his lips as he looked Bones over. “Good thing I only need four hours sleep to be functional.” While he continued moving his fingers in teasing swipes across his chest, Bones’ tongue distracted him when he dragged it across his lips. Jim closed his eyes briefly when Bones’ hoarse voice commanded him to touch himself. “Fuck,” he hissed. It shouldn’t be allowed for Bones to sound that damn arousing. “Lower?” He opened his eyes and moved his hand teasingly along his upper thigh. It was tempting to reach for his cock, which was already hard and throbbing and ready for him to get naked, but he resisted. “Like this?” He stroked his thigh and kept watching Bones.
"I'm starting to believe what my aunt had to say. You withhold love from people and they just want it three times as much," McCoy marveled, seeing as he hadn't done anything more than his job, so he didn't see where the flood of respect was supposed to be coming from. Still, it wasn't a bad thing. If nothing else, it meant that he had allies when he needed a favor. "I need seven hours, so you'll get three hours more than you need, that's guaranteed," McCoy promised as he stepped in closer, leaving the pants behind him and standing only in a pair of boxer-briefs as he wrapped a palm over Jim's hip and pulled him closer, letting that touching hand fall in between their bodies so that it was brushing against both Jim and McCoy at once. "Just like that, yeah," McCoy agreed, voice barely more than a hush as he took them another step closer to the bed, breath shallow.
“Or I’ll lie awake reading my PADD or watching you sleep,” Jim said. He smiled slightly at the idea of being able to watch Bones like that without having to feel weird about it like he had during their acting sleepovers. “I like seeing you unguarded like that. Course, it makes me want to touch you, which would probably wake you up and ruin that seven hour thing. I’ll just have to work on my self-control where you’re concerned.”
"Don't watch me when I sleep, you'll make me feel like an idiot," McCoy grumbled, looking away from Jim when he said it, not used to being the kind of man that anyone would want to look at for more than a few minutes at a time. The fact that Jim would willingly do it while they slept still didn't filter fully as truth so much as something that McCoy figured Jim was exaggerating.
“Nah. You’re not an idiot. If anything, I would be for the whole sleep ogling thing.” He shrugged a shoulder and smiled sheepishly. Bones gripped Jim’s hip and pulled him closer, until he could feel the thin material separating his hand from Bones’ erection. He moved his hand, touching Bones through his underwear as they walked backwards to the bed. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, staring into Bones’ eyes as he turned his wrist so he could use his fingers instead of just the back of his hand. “What do you want me to do now, Bones?”
His words faltered when Jim touched him, though, and his breath shook heavily. "Get naked, Jim. You're still dressed and I told you to get naked." As he struggled to regain some kind of control, he found words to try and muster some attempt at normality. "So does that mean my quarters are turning into the spare library?"
When Bones mentioned his quarters, Jim blinked and considered it. “Would you want to? I mean, move in with me like that. We could keep yours for storage or something.” Now that he was thinking about it, it seemed like a good idea. Instead of pretending to share his room, they really could do it. It was a pretty big step, especially considering it had only been a couple of hours since they’d started talking about making it real, but it felt right. Bones was also being bossy, which made Jim laugh low and husky. “Need to teach you the merits of saying please, Bones.” He leaned forward to lick Bones’ collarbone as he continued to stroke his dick through his underwear. “I never have been that great at taking orders, you know?” he whispered against damp skin. “If you want me naked, maybe you need to do something about it.”
"Your bed's bigger than mine," McCoy pointed out the obvious thing that had probably occurred to the both of them over the last few days. "Hell, Jim, if it's too much and we can't adjust, we can go back to normal, but there's no point in not trying, now is there?" And besides, they'd shared space before, enough to be aware of each other's quirks. "So long as you don't decide to bring in a stray cat or tribble, I think I can handle you," he pointed out. Bones didn't point out that he was saving the 'please' for when he really meant it, but for the moment, he lifted Jim up, both hands strong on his hips and laid him out on the bed before crawling on all fours atop him, a determined grin on his lips. "Seems like the other night, you were more than willing to get naked in bed next to me," he said in a light teasing tone. "What changed?"
“Yeah, mine’s bigger,” Jim agreed, managing to keep a straight face despite the urge to leer and waggle his eyebrows. “We’ll adjust. There is no going back to normal after this, Bones. This is just our new normal, and we’ll figure it out. Not like we have to talk about it anymore to know what we both want.” He grinned. “You can handle me, huh? I’ll hold you to it, asshole. But no fair showing off all those muscles and strength,” he muttered when Bones picked him up and moved him to the bed. He liked the expression on Bones’ face when he crawled up the bed, unable to stop himself from smiling as he shifted beneath him. “Well, I was the one doing the seducing that night. This time, I have to put up some sort of resistance or you’ll think I’m easy.” He moved his leg up to press against Bones’ dick. “Besides, you’ll appreciate me more if you have to work to get me naked, right?”
"I've handled you for how long?" McCoy wondered, a grin spreading on his face when he really thought about their new normal and how much he liked it. Hell, it was the first time he could remember in a very long time that he was eager for something romantic. He liked the thought of sheets that smelled like Jim when he woke up and smacking Jim accidentally in the middle of the night in a battle for room. He liked all of it and not just because Jim was the one person in the world he was willing to give way for.
And speaking of giving way, McCoy currently had to work to get Jim naked, apparently. So McCoy just shrugged and leaned back on his haunches, staring at Jim considerately for a long moment as he snagged his thumbs in his boxers. "Well, all right, if you say so." Because as far as sex went, McCoy figured his own getting naked was pretty convincing and pushing them off put him all-the-way to nude right above Jim.
“I say so,” Jim told him, smirking when he wiggled under Bones. Instead of unfastening Jim’s pants, though, Bones pushed his own boxers down. Jim stared, fully aware that he must look ridiculous but, really, Bones’ dick was right there, all hard and swollen and bigger than Jim had ever noticed before. Sure, they’d been naked around each other before, but Jim was usually the one not wearing clothes, and, when Bones had been changing or something, it wasn’t like Jim would have stared or anything. Checked him out, sure, but not as thoroughly as he was able to now.
“Damn, you’re hot,” he breathed out. This entire situation was hot. Bones was completely naked while Jim was just shirtless and he wished there was a mirror to see if it was as erotic as he thought it must be. He shifted again, waiting to find out if Bones was going to finish undressing him or planned to tease him while he was lying there with his dick hardening so much that he was worried he might rip a hole in his underwear, if that were possible.
McCoy worked slowly and quietly now that he was down to his barest bones, stripping Jim of his pants by slowly allowing surgeon's fingers to undo Jim's clothes and work them off him with ease. "You're lying," he accused, accent thick as he tried not to let the words go to his head and tried not to flush too red. He just focused on ridding Jim of his trousers and slowly winding his way down to Jim's ankles, pressing long kisses as he made his way back up Jim's legs, leaving a trail of soft wet spots as he went.
"Jim," McCoy drawled easily, now at Jim's stomach, a brush of stubble against his smooth skin. "What'd you have in mind in one of those inevitable fantasies you have of us?"
“I wouldn’t lie about something like that. Not to you.” Jim raised his hips so that Bones could get his pants down. His underwear were tight, and he reached down to grip his dick, squeezing tightly as he watched Bones and waited. When his pants were off, Bones began to kiss his way back up Jim’s body. He whimpered when Bones rubbed his jaw against the sensitive skin of Jim’s belly. He was a little ticklish there, and the soft-rough of unshaven skin pressed into him felt amazing. “I’m that predictable?” He stared at Bones’ face and smiled lazily. “Wouldn’t mind if you took my underwear off. After that, well, it depends on which fantasy. Have one involving those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, but it might be too soon for that.”
McCoy never really considered himself to be anything more than presentable, but he still was starting to believe Jim and that might have been the most problematic issue of the day. He was going to keep hearing Jim telling him these things and one day he was going to start believing them and then there'd be no hope left for him. Instead of focusing on that, he focused on what Jim had to say and splayed his palms on Jim's waist, inching his underwear slowly down and parted his lips just enough to brush the head of Jim's cock with a faint brush of tongue and lips, glancing up to check that this was okay.
"Relax, Jim," McCoy coaxed. "We got all day."
The fact that they were taking their time despite the tension and awareness between them was turning out to be a good decision. Jim normally wasn’t that patient, but he was enjoying this. He raised his hips again so Bones could pull his underwear off, and then they were both naked. “Fuck,” he hissed when Bones moved his tongue over the head of his cock. He was so damn aroused that he didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming too soon. It wasn’t like he was some horny teenager with no control. “I’m as relaxed as I can be when I’m this hard and you’re torturing me with those sexy lips of yours.”
McCoy let out a throaty and pleased laugh as he glanced up at Jim and sobered himself up when he understood that he really couldn't just tease and actually had to do something about this. He focused on Jim and Jim alone, parting his lips and making sure not to go too deep when really, Jim might not want that kind of sensory overload so soon. And he had meant what he said. They had all day to do this and McCoy was applying that very principle to their current activity.
Jim liked hearing Bones laugh during sex. It was different from his other laughs, and Jim was really glad that this was turning out to be such an effortless transition for them. It made him wonder how long they could have been doing this, since it was becoming obvious that they had probably been avoiding thinking about it for a while, but he didn’t think about much of anything for long. Thinking wasn’t possible when Bones began to suck his dick. He reached down to tangle his fingers in Bones’ hair as he bucked his hips up, seeking more of that delicious wet heat.
McCoy nearly pulled out to reprimand Jim about going too deep too fast and chancing him choking, but he stopped himself seeing as he didn't figure that'd do anything but kill the mood a little. He focused, instead, on the fact that he had Jim Kirk naked and at his mercy below him, writhing pleasantly, looking sinfully wonderful, and tempting McCoy to do far more to him (like ride on his perfect cock, because just like the rest of him, of course it was bigger than most). It wasn't really a surprise. McCoy was his doctor, so he'd seen him, but never like this. He wanted him flushed and calling out his name, wanted to do everything to him and making him squirm.
Jim had had plenty of blow jobs in his sexual life. Enough to know that Bones was pretty damn good at giving one. Jim didn’t really think about his past partners in terms of the best at this or worst at that because he’d heard himself classified that way enough as a teenager to know it felt sort of shitty to be on the receiving end of that sort of thing. So he couldn’t say whether Bones was one of the best he’d had, but he was fucking brilliant with his tongue and seemed to know when to suck and to touch in ways that had Jim’s toes curling, literally.
“God, you’re so good,” Jim muttered, rocking his hips up even as he tried not to fuck Bones’ mouth too deep or too fast. He felt Bones’ tongue slide against a particularly sensitive area of his dick and whined low in his throat as he tightened his grip on Bones’ hair.
If Jim was going to keep making those sounds, then McCoy didn't know what he was going to do. He was already painfully turned on to the point that he was considering climbing off Jim to rut against the bed hard as he could just to get momentary relief. And then he was adding words to it, praising him as if that wasn't about to make things even worse. He eased off, panting hoarsely, lips pressed to the junction of hip and thigh, fingers brushing between Jim's legs to search for the opening, looking to brush and stroke and push at his prostate. "Can't take much more," he admitted roughly.
When Bones pulled his mouth away, Jim tried to pull his head back down. He whined and shifted, trying to get some sort of friction. All he wanted to do was roll over and grind against Bones’ until they both came. It was probably a good thing that Bones didn’t listen to all the rumors about his reputation and sexual prowess because Jim wasn’t giving a good show of that this afternoon. It was all sort of new to him, in a lot of ways, which wasn’t an excuse so much as a reason to just enjoy himself without worrying if he looked like a desperate fool.
Bones’ voice made Jim’s cock twitch, all rough and growly and unbelievably sexy, but the finger pressed against his ass made it difficult to concentrate. There might have been a couple of times in the past when a girl he was fucking got adventurous and used a finger on him during a blow job, but he was having difficulty remembering exactly when at the moment. Bones’ fingers were long and elegant and not nearly as big as his dick. Jim wasn’t ready for that, regardless of any fantasies that he’d had about it, but he couldn’t really say anything when they were both so turned on and everything felt so brilliant. Bones’ finger finally pushed inside him, and he grimaced slightly, shifting again as he looked at the ceiling.
Jim could do this. It was just sex. Besides that, it was Bones, the only person he’d ever thought about doing this and the only person he truly trusted to never hurt him. “All right,” he finally said, tilting his head to look back down at Bones. His face was flushed and he could feel sweat dripping down his forehead. “Tell me what to do.”
McCoy wasn't looking to screw Jim, though the temptation was definitely there. He just needed a momentary calm in order to keep himself under control before he did want to do nothing more than fuck Jim until he was sore and couldn't sit. He stroked with his hand on Jim's hip, finger crooking lightly inside of him as he searched for the one spot that could make all of this better.
In the meantime, McCoy let his mouth drift back to suck in long, languid strokes at the head of Jim's cock, letting it pop like a sucker every time he released it from his mouth. One of those times, he took a moment to press kisses to the 'V' of Jim's hips. "Just relax, Jim, I'll take care of you," he promised gently, the free hand on Jim's hip shifting to cup his ass and haul him closer.
Jim was confused. He thought that Bones wanted to fuck him. But he was still just using his finger and hadn’t made any move to prepare himself to be inside Jim. When Bones started to suck on his cock, he stopped thinking about it. Bones’ mouth was dangerous, especially when coupled with those hooded bedroom eyes and full lips that looked as good stretched around his dick as he’d always imagined. He was getting more used to the finger, too. Should have expected that since Bones always had been good with his hands. He gasped when Bones moved his finger over his prostate again, unable to believe that it had taken him this many years to find out just how amazing that felt.
“Bones,” Jim murmured, repeating the word several times as he fucked Bones’ mouth. Damn it. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Not with Bones’ hand on his ass and that finger rubbing and that dangerous mouth sucking him so perfectly. “Gotta..stop…gonna…come.” He was proud of himself for managing to stammer out a warning, but he kept moving his hips, forward into Bones’ mouth and backwards onto his finger.
It was easy to focus on this when there were three places to focus on. His mouth, his hand (gripping at the firm skin of Jim's ass, showing him the benefits of being in good shape) and his finger, all working in spirited and chaotic tandem, but without much synchronicity. He was rocking now, too, his whole body seeking relief. He still didn't ease off, not even when Jim gave his warning. It was a long explanation, but McCoy didn't have much of a gag reflex from a lot of stupid pranks from his pre-med days. He wasn't about to stop, but he gave Jim a reassuring squeeze at his hip to tell him that whatever he had to do, he was best to go ahead and do it.
Instead of stopping, Bones just sucked harder. Jim felt a squeeze on his hip and looked down to watch Bones blow him. He was definitely getting a mirror for his quarters because he was discovering that his habit of watching Bones definitely extended into this part of their relationship, too. He trailed his fingers from Bones’ hair down to his forehead, feeling damp skin against his fingertips. It was embarrassing to come this fast, even though it really wasn’t that fast considering all the teasing, and he never usually came before his partner. But Bones was relentless, like he was trying to suck Jim’s soul out through his dick, which was just crazy thoughts probably brought on by lack of oxygen from all the gasping and whimpering he was doing right now.
“Fuck. Bones.” He let go as his hips jerked, not bothering with anymore warnings or thinking about coming too soon. His orgasm drew a low whine from his throat, and he arched his back off the bed as he came, spilling into Bones’ mouth. He could feel Bones’ finger still inside his ass as he clenched around it, gasping as he kept coming and moving his hips.
There wasn't any question that Jim could only last for so long and he was expecting him to lose control and to come. He sealed his lips tighter around Jim, sliding just a little deeper so that when he did come, Bones could control the mess and keep everything neat and tidy. He lapped and licked and took his time in cleaning Jim up, mostly to try and calm himself down. His hips were roughly pushing against the sheets of the hotel's bed and he needed a helluva lot more than this.
McCoy’s lips were pink and swollen by the time he eased off, biting down momentarily as he tasted Jim, something he wasn't about to forget anytime soon, not at all. He spun, collapsing on his back, withdrawing his finger from Jim, his hand from his body in order to push both of his hands down on himself and squeeze, just to get him through this. He was sweating, his hair a mess, and he wasn't fit for anyone's company right then. "You're bigger than I remember," he drawled.
By the time he had finished coming, Jim was convinced that he’d seen stars. Not the real kind that they flew around all the time, but the ones he heard whispered about when sex was just that damn good. Not that Bones considered this sex based on his earlier definition, but Jim did. He was sweaty and sated and more than a little sensitive when Bones finally pulled his mouth off his dick.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” Jim whispered huskily as he looked down at Bones. Full lips swollen, face flushed, eyes heavily lidded and sexy, and Jim was convinced that he could see some of his come at the corner of Bones’ mouth, even though he’d just licked his lips. That needed to be investigated, he decided as Bones fell on the bed beside him and squeezed his own dick.
He laughed and pounced, straddling Bones as he finished drawling. “Not like you’re tiny yourself, Bones,” he complimented before he leaned down to kiss him. He sucked on his tongue, tasting himself and Bones all mixed together. As they kissed, he shifted his body as that he could reach down to wrap his fingers around Bones’ dick. He’d done this a lot to himself, and doing it to someone else wasn’t really much different, so he felt a lot more confident than before as he began to stroke Bones. Jim moved his lips along Bones’ jaw and down his neck, sucking marks on his shoulder and neck that wouldn’t be fading anytime soon.
There was a part of McCoy that really should have expected Jim to come bounding at him like an overgrown puppy and so when he was suddenly straddling him, he slung his arms around his waist to clasp at his hips with mildly-quaking fingertips, still shaking from needing relief right then and right there. Suddenly Jim was kissing him too and he tipped his head back to deepen the kiss, lips parting and letting Jim slide his tongue inside.
Better than that, though, was the fact that Jim was touching him with that hand of his, the one that had once-weekly dreams about it, the one that loved to touch Bones in all his dreams and fantasies. And then Jim started marking him up, which only turned him on more, cock twitching with interest at Jim's hand and his mouth. "Vampire," McCoy accused breathlessly. "Staff's gonna wonder when I started the hickey fetish."
Jim giggled, burying his face against Bones’ neck because, really, giggling? What the fuck was wrong with him today? He hadn’t ever really felt like this during sex, not even his first time. It was playful and tense and slightly awkward but not in a bad way and there were all these emotions between them that seemed to be making it even better, if that were possible. He nipped at Bones’ shoulder. “I vant to suck your blood,” he said in a bad imitation of the guy in that holofilm that they had seen a few years ago. He dragged his finger along the underside of Bones’ cock as he nibbled and sucked along Bones’ entire shoulder. “Nah. They’ll just know that you’ve got a Jim fetish.”
Holy god in hell, Jim was giggling like a schoolgirl. McCoy started to gape at him like he was worried about Jim's brain possibly leaking out onto the table if they weren't too careful about it. The table beside the bed or the bed itself, but it wasn't going to be a pretty sight either way. And the rate Jim was going, McCoy was about to lose his mind as well, what with Jim's finger committing perfect sin right under his cock like that. "You can mark me up all you want," McCoy gasped breathlessly. "But no blood-sucking. That's pushing things just a shade too far."
“I’m not going to really suck your blood, Bones. That’s gross,” Jim muttered against damp skin. He sucked hard enough to make another mark before moving his mouth to another section of bare, unmarred flesh. It was odd how possessive he felt, how he wanted to mark Bones so everyone knew that there was no pretending and that Bones was really his, damn it.
Jim might not want to suck his blood, but he was doing a fair job of making it so that he would be marked in a fashion that made him look more bruised than ever. McCoy wet his lower lip while he felt pain and pleasure duking it out at his neck and trying to name a victor. Really, McCoy thought that he was the winner because he was the one getting this attention. Lazily, idly, he swatted at Jim. "I do have to go back to work and look presentable," he grumbled, not wanting to lose the respect of his staff, making them think that he'd gone around the bend and only cared about getting laid, now.
Jim looked up and grinned at Bones before he wrapped his fingers around his dick and began to stroke again. “How do you like it? Hard and fast? Slow and gentle? A little bit of both?” He leaned down to lave Bones’ nipple with his tongue before he scraped his teeth against it.
"I don't know yet," McCoy admitted, his mouth dry and a lump in his throat. "I don't know how I like it with you. Maybe let's start with fast," he urged, groaning heavily as Jim sucked on his nipple and he tossed his head back, back arching sharply. "Fuck!" he cried out, a boom of a call.
“We’ll figure it out together then,” Jim said, watching Bones face as he began to move his hand. He focused on doing it fast, twisting his wrist slightly as he gripped Bones’ cock and slid his hand up and down. He was pleased by Bones’ reaction to having his nipples sucked. “Like that, huh?” He smirked before he flicked his tongue out to lick the other nipple. After he shifted his body so that he could stroke Bones’ dick easier, he concentrated on Bones’ nipples again.
"They're fucking sensitive, you asshole," McCoy snapped. Maybe anyone but Jim would have quivered at that, thought it meant that he was doing something wrong, but all it meant was that Jim was having a very good effect on McCoy and he needed to explain that somehow in his own unique way. Then Jim added in the hand and things went from incredible to mind-numbing. There were white specks in his vision and his climax was rushing around the corner to meet him, waiting too long. "Jim, shit," he hissed. "Won't take much longer."
"Wonder what other parts of you are sensitive. Guess I'll have a chance to find out," Jim murmured before licking the nipple again. "Gonna explore your entire body, Bones. Learn every place that makes you whimper and moan then learn it again." He moved his hand faster as he kissed his way down Bones' chest. He had never sucked cock before, but he always giving oral to women, so he didn't figure it was much different. Well, the dick was different, obviously, but he wasn't really worried about trying it out. Somehow, he doubted Bones would mind if he was awful at it at first. When Bones said it wouldn't be much longer, Jim had just reached his belly. He was nuzzling the firm flesh and licking his belly button while using his thumb to rub the head of Bones' dick on every swipe upward. He shifted his body again so that his face was by Bones' cock. "You know, dicks aren't really that pretty," he observed as he stared at the one in his hand. He licked his lips and slowed his hand. "I like yours, though." He grinned before he leaned forward to lick the underside of it. It was different that he expected, not better or worse just different. The head was coated with pre-come, and Jim had to taste it. He licked at it, curling his tongue and getting every drop that he could see.
McCoy loved the notion of Jim learning all about him, enough that he knew him inside and out as well as he knew the outward details of his history and his personality. The very thought of Jim knowing him that well sent a rush of a thrill down his back and he bit his lip to keep that one thought from pushing him over the edge. "My name's...Leonard," he gasped out, because he liked the nickname, sure he did, but he had a real, proper first-name. "Oh Jesus, Jim, keep talking about it, you'll make me soft," he growled lightly. As if there was a genuine chance of that, when Jim was so close and was licking, when he was doing things to him that made him struggle to think, let alone speak. Crap, he was hopeless. "Just a little more," he begged. "Just a little."
Jim tightened his grip on Bones’ dick when he growled at him. “I don’t think there’s any danger of you going soft, Leonard,” he said, purring the name that felt unfamiliar on his tongue. Bones had been Bones since shortly after they met. Before that, he had been McCoy, but Jim had christened him Bones almost from the start. It had suited him, a lot more than Leonard did. Besides, the Ex probably called him that, and Jim liked having a name of his own for him. But if that’s what Bones wanted to be called during sex, then he’d try to adjust. “Just a little?” He licked lightly, teasing licks as he got used to having his mouth on a dick. Bones’ face was amazing, all flushed and needy and gorgeous. Jim kissed his cock, pressed his lips against the head as he kept moving his hand with firm, quick strokes. After kissing it, he opened his mouth and sucked on the head, lapping at it with his tongue while he looked up to keep watching Bones’ face.
It was all too much at once, like experiencing an assault from all sides and it made McCoy falter, made him try and focus on something. His focus just happened to be on the precise feel of Jim's lips on his length and that made him shudder and shiver, feeling like he was losing more control by the second. His hand grasped the covers of the bed hard as he could, heel digging into the mattress. "Holy hell, Jim," he gasped, voice hoarse, accent as thick as it got. "Ge'off, Jim, off," he begged. "Please, Jim. Lips off." The last thing he wanted to do was push too much too fast with Jim and put him in a position he wasn't ready for. He had held off long enough and he had to climax right then and there.
When he heard Bones tell him to move, Jim raised his head. Saliva dripped down his chin, and he felt Bones arching up to fuck his hand. “Come for me,” he growled softly, licking his lips as he kept staring. He wanted to see Bones’ face when he came, so he focused on moving his hand to give Bones what he needed right now.
There was absolutely no avoiding that order. He would do anything for his captain and this was an easy command considering all he had to do was let go. Letting go for Jim was easy, letting out a long, low moan, gasping Jim's name as he let his body shake, quiver, and spasm in ways that were anything but graceful. "Jim," he groaned heavily. "Fuck." It was all too good.
It only reinforced his previous assumptions about them. They worked so well together in everything else, it was easy to guess that they would work together in this too. McCoy sighed raggedly as he collapsed heavily against the sheets and the pillows, sated and sapped. He couldn't do anything but let out a heavy and shallow sequence of breaths.
Watching Bones come was indescribable. Jim knew that it would sound stupid to say that this was more than sex, since it involved nakedness and sweat and orgasms, but he couldn’t explain why it felt like he had really experienced something special. He felt warmth splash all over his fingers as he kept stroking Bones through his orgasm, and he glanced down at his hand briefly before focusing his attention back on Bones. “So beautiful,” he murmured, not caring that the word probably wasn’t appropriate for such a masculine man. When Bones finally finished and started sucking in breaths of air, Jim let go of his dick. He brought his wet hand up and licked his fingers. Bones didn’t taste that different from Jim, but there was a flavor that was decidedly all Bones. Jim was about to get another lick directly from the source when Bones started praising him.
McCoy let out a pleased groan at the praise, even if he would have protested beautiful as a phrase to describe him of all people. Idly, he stroked at his bare stomach, his whole body feeling like it was particularly stuck and unable to move. It'd be a long time before he would be getting up and walking around, that was for sure. He did find the strength to yank a hand to Jim's waist and pull him in as close as possible, pressing a kiss to his mussed hair. "Not bad for a first," McCoy praised.
Jim rolled his eyes even as he grinned. “Not bad?” He scoffed and leaned down for that taste before he crawled up Bones’ body. “I’m Captain James T. Kirk. I don’t do ‘not bad’. We’ll have to do this repeatedly until ‘fucking fantastic’ and ‘best I’ve ever had’ are what you’re saying after you’re lying there all damp with sweat and smelling like sex.”
When Jim started getting egotistical, McCoy leaned in and stole a kiss from his lips, a smirk trying to come forward if it wasn't for McCoy hiding it with sheer willpower. “Fucking fantastic, mm?" he echoed, letting his fingers idly stroke at Jim's shoulder, letting his head recline back against the pillows as he gave it some thought. "I figure you've got all the time in the world, no need to rush," McCoy assured easily, a smile on his face. "As for best I've ever had? Well, we'll get you the ring and then see."
“All the time in the world,” Jim repeated slowly, grinning as he leaned in for another kiss. He laughed against Bones’ lips when he mentioned the ring. “I seem to remember you being very adamant against marriage when I suggested it before.” He pressed his lips against Bones’ forehead before he fell on top of him, not caring that they were both sticky and needed to clean up. If he had his way, they’d just be getting messy again once they’d recovered, so it was pointless to shower yet.
"How about the class ring and we'll go from there?" McCoy suggested, shifting so he could support Jim's weight atop him, sliding one arm down his back and stroking idly, keeping their bodies securely pressed together. It felt sticky and humid, but it was also more than comfortable. It felt like the way they were lying there was just right, like some odd and restricted version of the old Goldilocks fable. "And I was adamant against it because I thought you were acting," he grumbled. "I said that I wanted to remarry, wanted to give Jo another parent, didn't I? But I promise, you can take your time loving me, Jim. I want you really feeling it if ever it happens.”
“Seriously?” Jim frowned in thought. Was it moving too fast? Sure, they’d been faking a relationship for the past week, but this afternoon was the first time they’d actually sort of talked about things. The ‘I love you’ had been surprising enough, and now Bones was talking about his class ring in a non-teasing way. He wasn’t against the idea, he realized, but he wasn’t sure what that meant. “Don’t know if I’m ready to be a parent yet,” he said honestly. “But the class ring, that’d just be like commitment and all, right? We can figure out the rest of it as we go along? If so, yeah, we can start there. And … and it’s not if. It’s when,” he corrected. Jim rested his chin on Bones’ chest and stared at him. “I think I could love you,” he said matter-of-factly. He wasn’t entirely sure since he’d never considered being in love before or given it much though, but it made sense. This was the most fulfilling sex he could remember having, not because it was exceptionally good or because he had a great orgasm but because it was with Bones. Maybe that was love.
"Jim," McCoy assured with a surprised and gentle laugh, turning his head enough that strands of sweaty hair fell over his forehead and he was turning a sated and blissful look on Jim. "I was mostly talking about seeing whether commitment sex would really be all that different and the rest will come with years, but honestly, anything you want, you get and I'm more than willing to give it to you. So you just tell me when you're ready. I'll get Jo up here for a holiday and let the two of you bond while I work or something."
Jim swiftly kissed Bones again before settling back against him, listening to what he had to say and choosing to tuck it away to think about later. “So, in a little while, we’re having some of that mood setting champagne. I intend to use your belly as a glass, just so you know.”
"Dammit, Jim, if you insist on using me as a glass, you better be willing to do the clean-up,” McCoy warned before stealing another kiss.
Jim returned the kiss, touching Bones’ face lazily before they drew apart. He might already be in love or it might take him some time to reach that point, but he knew that these things he felt for Bones were important and that he needed Bones in his life. He smirked as he rested his cheek against Bones’ chest and moved his fingers over Bones’ flat belly. “I’ll clean it up. Promise. Need a nap? Or just want to lie here a bit?”
McCoy groaned slightly as he regarded Jim and tugged him just an inch closer. His body was too tired to move at that moment in time and cleaning up sounded like too much work. "Yeah," he agreed. "Yeah to the nap," he clarified. "Just so long as you don't go anywhere." Right now, McCoy figured so long as he had Jim in his arms, nothing could really go that awry. It was a good feeling to have and it was the one that let him close his eyes and relax, steady under the reassuring weight of Jim's body.
*
They ended up spending four days on Calliope II, but it was time for this diplomatic mission slash mini-vacation to end. They were being beamed back to the Enterprise shortly, and Jim was going to be glad to get back to his girl. Scotty had probably spent the last few days sweet-talking her in an attempt to become her number one man, but Jim wasn't that worried. He knew she favored him the most. He was also really looking forward to getting back to work and trying this whole relationship thing for real. Jim was pleased that Bones was adventurous when it came to where and when they started kissing and touching. He couldn't wait to find out if that would continue when they got back to the ship. He always had had that fantasy about his captain's chair, after all, and there were hundreds of places on-board for them explore together.
Arlington was fawning over Bones again, but there wasn't any inappropriate touching or anything that made Jim feel threatened or concerned. He rubbed his jaw discreetly as he waited for them to finish up their discussion, enjoying the last few moments of not having to be Captain every single moment since Bones had really been the main representative of the Federation here. He watched Bones talk to Arlington, unable to keep himself from smirking slightly because Bones was his now. No more pretending or faking anything.
McCoy was just finishing up with Arlington, shaking his hand and thanking him profusely for all the help that he had given them over the last few weeks. He also had to sneak in a mild apology because what had started as a ruse had gotten to the point that it was possibly slightly distracting for the people around them and Arlington primarily made up that group at the moment. Still, the man had been good to them and now he was seeing them off. McCoy's body was limber and loose, possibly more relaxed than it had been since he joined Starfleet. Of course, he hadn't endured rounds of sex that thorough and constant since his marriage, so he had a good idea why that was.
He finished his goodbye with Arlington and drifted back to Jim's side, wrapping an arm lightly around his waist and leaning in to brush his lips against Jim's neck. "The crew," he murmured under his breath, "is going to think I got attacked by leeches down here. I hope you're happy, you orally-minded bastard."
"Hmm. That's funny. I don't recall you complaining about me being orally-minded this morning," Jim said, arching a brow even as he fought a smile. "Besides, you're being a bad boyfriend, Bones. My jaw is sore, and here you are teasing me instead of kissing it better." He reached up and brushed his thumb over the most visible mark that he'd made. "Seriously, though, I tried to be careful and keep them in places that would be covered by your shirt. I have no intention of making you uncomfortable even if you do bring out latent possessiveness that I didn't realize I had."
No, McCoy definitely hadn't been complaining when he'd woken up to that surprise. He eased back and gently pried Jim's hand off of him, long enough to lean in and press a long kiss to Jim's jaw, slowly ascending down to the chin and across to the other side. "You and I both know that's not going to do anything and that you need to rest it and ice it." Maybe he was still not so great when it came to some of the sexual innuendo, but hell, kisses to make it better were supposed to stop when kids turned six.
Jim smiled when Bones actually did kiss his jaw. “I don’t need ice. You’re not that big,” he muttered, turning his head so he could press his lips against Bones’ cheek. He had enjoyed sucking Bones’ dick, even if it had taken him a few days to fully reach the point where he took it all into his mouth like he had earlier that morning, but he wasn’t used to sucking on large things for such a long time so he knew now to rest a little in between to avoid the soreness. “Besides, it was worth a little ache to see your face when you woke up this morning.”
"You're lucky I didn't smack you off thinking it was a lost puppy," McCoy teased lightly, smirking as he eased back and giving the hem of Jim's shirt a light tug to bring him along so they could head back to the range where the Enterprise could beam them back up (even if McCoy still hated the notion and would rather a death-trap of a shuttle instead of letting his molecules dance around the atmosphere and potentially get lost everywhere). "You need ice if it's sore and you need stretches if it's locked. Trust me, I'm a doctor."
“If you’d smacked me, I’d have had to bite you. Course, you might have enjoyed that,” Jim said, winking. He followed Bones and reached out to take his hand. Bones hated using the transporter, more than even taking a shuttle, so Jim gave his hand a squeeze to silently let him know that it’d be all right. “Fine. You can ice it tonight if it’s still sore, Doctor.” He grinned. “If it’s not, feel free to get creative with the ice. I’m all for experimentation.”
"Jim," McCoy warned. "You're not getting me off with your mouth tonight." He paused for a moment long enough to cinch his arm around Jim's waist and pull him closer to his side. "It's my turn." And he had a little trick he figured he wanted to show Jim involving a little bit of tongue work he'd practiced back in med school on cherry stems. "I'll save the ice for your bare chest. And don't ask. You'll find out about it soon enough," he assured Jim with a grin, taking a deep breath to head off the panic attack. "Okay. Ready when you are."
“Yes, Sir. No sucking your dick tonight, Sir,” he said, rolling his eyes even as he lightly nudged Bones with his elbow. At Bones’ words, he grinned. “I wasn’t going to ask anything. I think spending the day thinking about what you have in mind for your turn will have me so hard that it won’t take anything for me to come, though. Good thing I’ve got a pretty decent recovery time.”
He moved closer to Bones and glanced up at him when they stopped walking. “No more pretending.” He leaned over to kiss Bones slowly and thoroughly, taking his time since he wasn’t sure when he’d have another chance to steal a kiss when they got back to work. He had gotten spoiled to being able to kiss and touch Bones freely here, and he knew they’d have to be less demonstrative amongst the crew. When he pulled back, he smiled. “I’m ready, Bones,” he said seriously, not just meaning ready to transport.
McCoy couldn't help a broad grin and the laugh that escaped him when Jim said he was ready. McCoy was more than ready, even if he was concerned about putting his heart out on the line so easily. It was worth it, though. Jim was always going to be worth it and every one of those kisses just added up as demonstrable proof that they fit together as well as McCoy had always imagined them doing. "Good," he responded, nuzzling his nose just the once against Jim's before easing back and standing at Jim's side.
They had a lot of paths to go down, but they were ready.
End
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