[Kirk's Quarters] -- [Kirk and Bones]

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Kirk felt somewhat better when returning from engineering. Hearing his lady talk had been an absolute pleasure, and briefly he wondered if she had spoken to anyone else like that or he was her first. That thought made him laugh, and the last tensions of the night spilled away. There would be too much to deal with the next day, but right now the only thing he wanted to do was sleep.

He crept into his own quarters since he knew Bones was asleep there. Kirk quickly stripped himself down and vanished into the bathroom long enough for a fast sonic shower and to brush his teeth, then crawled up along side of Bones.

When he buried his head gently against the back of Bones' head, he could immediately smell the liquor that had obviously been what rocked his friend to sleep that night (or possibly decked him in the back of the head with a sledgehammer.) We'll get to just go out and sleep on the beach for a while, and maybe go get some really good seafood. Wanna spend some time in the sun, heard they have rock climbing, swim...

The idea made him smile and he wrapped his arms around Bones' body, whispering something too quiet to hear against the other's ear before he let himself fall asleep.

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Despite the events of the previous night (http://dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com/10490.html), Bones' internal chronometer went off at 0530 like it always did, whether he had to be at work that day or not.

He'd arranged to go in later this morning, so there was no rush to open his eyes, as he lay there snuggled warm against Jim. In fact, he was so comfortable that it was several minutes before he realized that he was in Jim's bed, strong arms wrapped around him, their legs somehow tangled together comfortably.

Leonard shifted to reach over and touch Jim when his head exploded. "Owww," he groaned to himself, stilling his movements immediately.

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The small motion and the louder sound started to pull Kirk out of his dead sleep, but not probably in the sense that Bones wanted him to. Instead, his arms tightened around his friend and he nosed in closer, trapping Bones in the bed beside him.

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Bones' body responded in different ways to Jim's arm - everything below his neck wanted to turn and press hard against that long body stretched out against his own, fitting so perfectly it amazed him. But his head was screaming, and he had to solve that first...

His pants... he remembered fixing himself a spray, knowing he'd most likely be hurting in the morning. But where were his pants...

Leonard pressed a kiss into Jim's forehead and slid out of his arms, as he stumbled slightly around the bed. Bathroom, he thought. Last night he'd made his way to Jim's room, let himself in, and stripped to his underwear in the bathroom. Reaching into the pocket of the pants he found on the ground, he sighed gratefully as he pressed the spray to his neck, feeling the pain relief medication hit his blood stream. Soon the fog would lift.

For a moment there was a sense of deja vu - no, just a memory, of having done this before. Sneaking out of bed in shame, spraying himself to hide the devastating hangovers, of being so almost out of control that he'd ruined his marriage, almost ruined his career.

He rinsed out the cotton-taste from his mouth, and examined his face in the darkened bathroom's mirror. This was different, he told himself. This had been just letting go, having one too many with friends. A party.

He wasn't the same broken man he'd been four years ago. Now he had friends, he had a good job, and... something else to live for.

Making his way to the bed, he sighed loudly. He had Jim, in some strange yet-undefined way. Jim hadn't pushed him away, hadn't run the other direction. He'd even made his own quiet overtures, and that, more than anything else, gave Bones the courage to slide back into that bed next Jim, taking him in his arms and settling back into the dark sleep for a few more precious minutes.

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There was the softest sound from Kirk as Bones settled back in, but this was a man that slept like the dead unless someone he didn't know was going to touch him. (Which then usually involved that other person being on the ground or in pain or both.) He simply pulled Bones against him again, settling against the other's body as if they had been born there.

His first conscious thought was the smell of rum. Almost confused, he nosed more into it, breathing in deeply. It took his mind a few more moments to realize that it wasn't just rum but the achingly familiar scent of Bones tucked up against his body. That made him groan quietly and burrow into his friend's neck, nosing into the warm flesh and settling there. It felt right, felt good, and in his half-asleep state, it suppressed the normal urges of trying to keep a space between them.

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Bones lingered a moment in that dream-like state, not quite awake but not fully asleep. He felt Jim behind him, so close he felt every breath he made, but wasn't conscious of his own body's response, to turn around and settle face to face against Jim's body.

His arms slid under Jim's and grasped at his shoulders, pulling him closer, aligning their bodies together. One knee slipped between Jim's sprawling legs yet he slept on, safe in the warmth and comfort and heat from that other body.

His face found Jim's neck, and sighed contentedly.

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Still half asleep, Jim just sighed as Bones turned, making himself comfortable. It should have been strange, specially for a man that never let someone stay the night, but instead it felt like they had been waking up like this forever.

So, it felt equally natural to press his lips against Bones' temple, sighing against skin.

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He murmured against the press against his skin, his own mouth responding in kind against the roughened chin and throat.

Shifting to get more comfortable, Bones lazily thrust his hips forward. He felt the press of his erection against Jim's, and his eyes slowly opened.

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He could be unconscious and his body would still know those motions well. Kirk tilted his head with a rumble in his chest, letting Bones do as he would. His arms tightened as he rolled his lower body, keeping up the light friction between them. It felt oh-so-good in his sleepy mind, starting to surface fully.

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Bones was awake now, couldn't let himself believe this was all just his subconscious. Jim was still underwater, moving, shifting against him, and fuck, it felt so good, his body long and hard against his.

His breath caught in his throat, and his face automatically dipped, mouth seeking Jim's, catching it, more a brushing of lips than a true kiss. "Jim," he murmured softly, the name escaping from him completely unbidden.

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Maybe it was just because it was Bones that he climbed out of that half-conscious lovely place he was in, or maybe it was the particular tone that did it, or a combo of both. Whatever it was, blue eyes opened slowly, looking at the other's eyes only inches from his own. It took a few seconds for his body to catch up - oh, say, the next roll of his hips - before a low, sluggish moan left him, "Bones..."

He could feel Bones against him, the whole length of his body, and very much so could feel the man's hardness against his own aching one. Kirk gave a full body shudder and pressed more firmly into it, hands unconsciously slipping down and grasping Bones' ass tightly.

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He'd never heard that name moaned like that, and his body's immediate response was to find that mouth, and taste it, his tongue brushing against Jim's. Every movement was slow and languid, and it all contributed to the dream-like state of all of this, but Leonard could see Jim's eyes, those hypnotic eyes that burned inside him.

The feel of hands on his body spurred his own desire on, and his hands grasped at Jim's back, one hand sliding up to catch Jim's hair, the other slipping down to Jim's lower back, pulling him closer onto him. All conscious thought had left his mind, and all he knew was Jim.

Hips shifted, their cocks pressed tight against each other now and he groaned as the kiss deepened, became more possessive.

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That groan went straight down to his cock, making it throb heavily. Kirk turned every bit of his skill onto Bones, tasting the inside of his mouth without care, discovering the lay of tongue and teeth. He shifted just enough to suckle hard on Bones' lower lip, feeling the pout with his own.

Everything was moving slowly, even their pleasure. Kirk slowly moved his hands against the body he had seen many times but had never dared to touch. He would have sworn Bones would never want him like that, and well, his wet dreams couldn't hold a candle to the real thing. The sturdy feeling of muscle, the rum-sour taste, the smell that was borne in Bones' blood, and the leisurely-needing movements of the other body against his.

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Fucking God, he knew it would be good, being with Jim, but this was beyond anything, everything he imagined. Jim kissed like nothing else he'd ever known, soft and wet and tender, and who would have guessed that? Somewhere in the back of his head a voice cautioned reason and temperance, but Bones told that voice to shut the fuck up while he held his best friend in his arms, holding him as close and as tight as they'd ever been.

Jim's hands moved on his burning skin, urging him on in that way of his, and letting him know it was all right, that he was right to need this, to want this. To want more.

Rolling Jim onto his back, Bones settled on top of him, his mouth dragging itself down to Jim's throat, dropping wet, open-mouthed kisses as his hips gave a slow thrust against Jim's groin.

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"You'd like that," he whispered, part of him not believing he was really here, lying here with Jim sliding down his body, that tongue doing dangerous things to him. Mark me. Make me yours, he thought, Jim's words ringing his ears.

Then he saw the smirk - and any control he had snapped.

Fingers back in Jim's hair, he began pushing his head down toward his cock. "Gonna fuck that mouth first," he grunted, opening spreading his legs to make room for Jim.

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A groan left Kirk as if he was the one getting touched - it was definitely all that dirty talk going straight to his cock. He rocked a little, putting some friction on his own cock for a moment.

He let himself be pushed down, and nosed at dark hair between the crux of the thighs. His lips parted, moving to bite firmly on a hip bone, then suckling roughly to make sure a mark would be left behind. Something small, subtle, but right there.

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Back arching, he almost left the bed, crying out at the bite. "Fuck," he slumped back into the bed, one hand gripping the sheets, the other firmly attached to Jim's head. "Dammit, Jim, fuck, now," he called out, his voice almost pleading.

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Fuck, who would have ever have guessed Bones would be like this in bed? He grinned for just a second and wrapped his fingers around Bones' need, then whispered, "You'll fucking love this." Before he swallowed the other straight down to the root in one slow, torturous motion.

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Digging his heels into the bed, Bones' hips lifted on their own as his shaft disappeared into that hot, wet mouth. His legs slid around, trying to find a place where they could trap Jim, making sure he couldn't leave - Bones wasn't letting him go anywhere until they were done, not now. Maybe not ever.

Leaning up on one elbow, he found his eyes drawn down, mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding into Jim's mouth. It was hotter than any porn he'd ever seen, any fantasy he imagined. This was real, this was Jim, his Jim, sucking his cock with more skill than anyone twice his age should have, and fuck if it wasn't the best thing he'd ever had in his life.

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And Kirk made a damn fine show of what he was doing, too. He kept his eyes opened, looking towards Bones as he slowly moved his head up and down, cheeks concave as he sucked hard. He brought himself up enough to take a leisurely lick around the glans, then sucking so softly against the sensitive spot at the underside of the cock where glans and shaft met.

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Bones was concentrating hard on his breathing, his eyes glued to Jim's mouth, stretched out wide over his cock. "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?" he growled, his voice raspy and and low. "Gonna keep you like this all the time."

He felt it coming, inside, and he threw his head back, willing it away, taking a deep breath to keep it from coming, had to make it last, had to stay here with Jim like this forever. But that tongue... kitten soft, playing with him, torturing him. He nudged up into Jim's mouth, desperate for more friction. "Fuck, Jim," he groaned, "harder."

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He could do that. Kirk swallowed thick, muscles clenching around Bones like being deep inside, before he nuzzled himself down, down, impossibly so. He didn't stop at all until his nose and lips touched dark hair, finally having to close his eyes as he concentrated on the flesh that was threatening to choke him.

He gripped either of Bones' hips, holding onto him. Fuck, he wanted to taste Bones, watch -- fuck yea, eyes open so he could watch -- him come, hear it. Better by far then any fucking dream, having those fingers in his hair, his name on his friend's lips husked in that drawl, knowing he was the source of pleasure... fuck.

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Jim had taken him inside, all of him inside, Bones' mind reeling at the image. Feeling his cock hit the back of Jim's throat, he grasped at Jim's strong shoulders, at the back of his neck, fingers pulling his hair, pulling his arms, anything he could hold on to, trying his damnest not to grab Jim's head and start fucking it senseless.

"Jim..." His name groaned low was all the notice the other man was gonna get. A sharp thrust up, then another, and Bones was coming, hard and fast, shooting out of him like a bullet. It was loud and long, a rumble from deep inside him that sounded like he was being torn apart. "Fuck yes Jim," he groaned, head tossed back, mouth slack and open.

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Kirk honestly wouldn't have cared if Bones had started to throat fuck him; he would have taken it without bother. But instead he just pulled his head back after the first few spurts so he could actually get to taste just a bit. And the very last one? He let hit his lips as he stared up at Bones, taking in every moment of the man's orgasm. "...fuck." He breathed out.

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There was a long shudder, and a sigh. His eyes still closed, Bones felt his heart pounding in his chest, one word in his head. Jim.

A moment later and he was rolling over to one side, pulling Jim up close to him. He kissed him hard, a breathless kiss, but lingering, holding on to Jim's face with his hands like he was never letting go.

Their bodies were still twined together, still fitting so perfect. There were a lot of words caught up in his head, in his throat, but nothing that wasn't being expressed in Bones' eyes. They said everything he was feeling about the man lying next to him. Maybe even more than he knew he felt but it was open and honest and he wasn't hiding anymore.

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All at once he was being pulled up along side of Bones, and they were kissing. A deep kiss, like souls touching, unable to do anything but keep his friend, his lover, tight against him.

Kirk pulled his back so he could look to Bones' face, staring silently at the strong face. He rolled the pad of his thumb against the cheekbone, under an eye that held a definite bag from too little sleep lately. It felt so different then any other person, any other time in his life. Like... it was meant to be like this.