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

[kirktastic]

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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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.

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This is what waking up next to Jim should be like, all the time, and Bones knew Jim, knew he wasn't one to linger with a lover, let along spend the night. Yet they'd shared a bed nearly a week, curling up together, and then woke to this new revelation this morning.

As satisfied and satiated as he was with what had just happened, Bones knew he had to tread as carefully as he has in the past.

He wasn't going to fuck this up, not now.

"...morning," he murmured in a low voice, leaning into Jim's touch. One hand came to rest on Jim's chest, and his thumb made lazy circles around his heart.

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The facts were very slowly starting to trickle into Kirk's mind. He had woken up along side of one very horny Bones, who had taken charge of whatever this little deal was and had gotten him off, who had cried out his name and held onto him like a dying man.

He'd gotten to touch Bones in the ways he had always hoped for, consciously or not, and had gotten to taste that stout southern bred body and mouth. Gotten to drink on that southern drawl that evidently got thick and growled when Bones was really into it.

And now, here he was laying beside the one man who had stuck with him through everything, who had made all of this even possible. The role was changing - his best friend, his doctor, his roommate... and now... what?

Why did he want to memorize this face with his hands? Memorize the look in Bones' eyes right now, like there was no one more important in the world then him, like he'd rather be no where else? How could someone even look like that... at him?

"...morning." Kirk murmured back, sounding thoughtful with perhaps a splash of confusion all smothered in sedation.

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This is were the landmines were - in their words, and Bones could feel the shift in the mood of the room, as realization of what had happened between them. A shift in their relationship, the paradigm they'd lived by now changed forever... no matter how slow it had been, or how much time it had taken, they were lying together, naked in Jim's bed, after exploring each other's bodies in the most intimate of ways.

Bones took a breath and prayed he wasn't fucking this up.

"What'd you got planned for later today," he asked casually, a question he'd asked a hundred times in the years they'd lived together. The difference was that this time, his fingers were playing with the sparse hairs on Jim's well-muscled chest, his mouth dropping a kiss on Jim's shoulder as he asked.

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Bones knew him, better then anyone save the other Jim Kirk. A minute relaxation of his shoulders happened with those familiar words in unfamiliar circumstances. "...gotta get your report, and visit the brig again." Far from sounding happy about that prospect.

He trickled his fingers through Bones' dark hair, testing the feel of it. He had had many different bodies in similar situations, tasted human and alien skin under his fingers and tongue, but this was the first time he had ever wanted to really remember it all. A strangely sobering and... pleasing situation.

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"Pike," he said, unconsciously leaning into Jim's hand, half-wondering if there was a way they could keep the rest of the world away for a few more hours. Only the idea that Jim hadn't run yet, hadn't taken off scared gave him the hope that this wasn't a one-night thing, that it might happen again.

That it might be real. The most real thing he'd ever known.

Pulling himself into a sitting position, he faced Jim, their naked bodies still touching, but a little space between them, the tossled sheets of Jim's bed spread around them. "You decided what to do about him?" he asked, looking at Jim with dark eyes - no recriminations there, no judgment, just concern, maybe some worry.

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Kirk remained where he was, watching Bones with a gaze that might have been unsure. Was Bones going to leave? His leg may or may not have moved to press more against his friend's unconsciously.

"..Hate that fucker." He muttered, eyes closing for a moment. "I have to deal with him... but I think I have sort of a secret weapon to help me get some information. I'll be sending Spock in while I watch over the cameras."

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Sitting here, exposed like this, Bones was unable to keep the look off his face when Spock's name was mentioned. "Hope that will work," he said, as diplomatically as possible, though the arched eyebrow and quirked lips said otherwise.

Damn, that look... "You'll do the right thing, Jim," Bones told him, leaning in closer to Jim's face, watching as his eyes opened, bluer than any sky Bones had ever stood under. "Whatever you decide, it will be the right thing for all of us - for the ship, for the crew. We trust you." One hand reached out to Jim's, linked their fingers as he spoke, trying to keep that connection as long as possible.

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That touch immediately soothed away the brief fear. He squeezed Bones' hand tightly for a moment. His gaze slid very slightly away, before he got some balls and met the other's dark eyes again. "..that's part of what makes it that much harder. Knowing everyone believes I'll make the right choice."

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"Because you will," he said, tousling that soft hair, another move he'd made so many times before but that now had more significance, the memories of threading his fingers through that hair as they pushed and pulled and tasted each other.

Flushing briefly at the memory, he dropped his own gaze, but with a hint of a smile. When he picked his head back up, he gave Jim a soft kiss. "I know what this ship means to you, kid," he murmured into Jim's mouth, "and all the people in it. Don't doubt yourself, and you'll be fine."

Another soft kiss, and then maybe one more.

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"Mmm..." That belief sung straight through him, made him reach up and pull Bones close again. Made him kiss his best friend as deeply as he could, just wanting to keep the moment. It was singular and sweet, taking away some of the awkwardness.

But it had to end. Kirk pulled his head back, sighing. "Don't want to get up." Ever.

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"We got to, soon. I heard the captain of this ship's a real hardass." One more lingering kiss, his hand wrapped around Jim's hand, and he sat up, swinging his legs off the bed. Looking over at his clothes, he laughed to himself. Heading back to his room in last night's clothes, like a kid again.

His feet planted on the floor, he felt nervous for the first time. "I'll see you later?" he asked. No pressure, no promises, nothing that sounded like a rope or saddle.

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"Heard his CMO's a right fucker, too." Kirk teased back, watching Bones with a small grin. "Yea... yea. Later. We'll be hitting Risa soon... save some beach for me?"

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Leonard laughed to himself. "Yeah, I heard that too." He found him pants and the shirt he'd been wearing last night balled up on the floor of the bathroom. Dressing quickly, he idly wondered what sort of shore leave this was going to be.

He was almost dressed when he noticed that the room had gotten quiet, except for the sound of him shuffling and zipping. "Jim," he started, looking back at where he was still sitting on the bed, watching him, "I'm no damn good with words, you know that. But this, what happened..." he exhaled, suddenly looking every bit as scared as he felt. "This, us... it's a good thing."

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Well, at least one of the pink elephants in the room was being addressed. Kirk's fingers curled in the sheets around him. It was almost a relief to see that odd sort of fear come over Bones' expression because at least it meant he wasn't the only one. "...are you sure?" He asked quietly, but the tone... he was giving Bones a way out. To say this had been fun, stress relief, or something like that. His expression was hard to read, his eyes intense.

A man waiting to be rejected, because he was used to it. After all, he'd done the same thing to a thousand men and women, right? He could take it too.

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Leaning against the doorway, Bones watched Jim's face change, recognizing that particular mask; he'd seen it before, when his best friend didn't want anyone to know how he was really feeling. But he couldn't keep the feeling from his eyes - they were his tell, and Bones read those eyes like a book.

I'm in love with you, Jim. I'm never gonna leave you, you know that. You are the only one I'm ever going to want like this. I'm in this forever. These thoughts swam through his head, and it made him happy, to know that he was still capable of that sort of love, even if Jim wasn't ready to hear that just yet.

"I'm sure," he finally answered, eyes locked on Jim's. "Took me some time, but I'm ready now, for you," he added, a slow smile growing on his face. "And I think you're ready for me."

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And Bones was the last person that really could read him so well. The rest had distanced themselves.. or died.

The smile that he could see on Bones' face gave a swell to such hope in his chest he thought it would explode. Could Bones really mean it? The problem was Kirk just didn't understand it. Why? He couldn't give Bones his world and never leave it... he wasn't built to be monogamous, and if his elder self was any tell, he definitely wasn't going to get any better. What could Bones possibly get from a relationship with him except heartbreak?

(He knew exactly what he got from this. Or could get, if it was true. The love of a a good man that wouldn't turn away from him, the knowledge that someone actually cared about him in this place, that he would never be alone again.)

But he thought of the look Bones had given him earlier, the one he was been given right now, and decided... he was willing to try.

"...Long as you're sure." The easy words were belied by the tight tone as they caught in his throat. Trying to play easy what was far from it, but also, at the same time... agreeing with Bones' statement. That he was ready for this.