[The Cycle Ride] -- [Kirk and Bones]

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Despite some tiny things that had come up, like his mother wanting to talk to him, Kirk realized this was the most fun he could remember having in a long time. Relaxing, honestly relaxing, and just having some ways to connect to his young, still fledgling crew that had nothing to do with space or the ship or any other crazy thing going on.

Ways to deal with some topics that had come up recently.

Kirk was tucked up in the sand beside Bones, the pair silent, enjoying the last of the day and going into the evening. Not touching, but not needing to. In each other's personal space. Kirk tilted his head to look at Bones, then grinned a little, "..Hey, Bones?"

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"Yeah," he answered, his eyes closed as he lay there. One hand lifted and settled in Jim's hair, an unconscious move that he'd done more times this week than he could count.

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A tiny sound left Kirk and he leaned into that touch, smiling softly. "Was thinkin'... you wanna go for a ride? Up into the mountains? Itching to try out that cycle properly."

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Bones laughed, a low grumble in his throat. "You drivin'? That sounds dangerous."

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"Thanks for the vote of confidence there, Bones." Kirk rolled his eyes, but grinned, "Seriously, you wanna come?"

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"Hell yeah," he nodded, sitting up. "Oh, too fast," he laughed, the blood rushing to his head. "Ouch."

Bones looked around the beach, sighing. This was paradise, and he knew how precious these moments were, each and every one. "I'm gonna have to find shoes, aren't I?"

It had been a while since he'd worn any.

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That made Kirk laugh softly and he nodded, "Sorry, but at least some sort of shoes required." Kirk sat up as well, a little more slowly, then got up to his feet. He offered Bones a hand up. "I'll make it worth your while."

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"Damn better," he grinned, leaning in for a long hug.

Oh, the sex had been great. More than great. It was like time had stopped, and there was nothing else to do but learn everything about each other. Bones had long since memorized every inch of Jim's body, from the top of his head, where his hair stuck straight up in the morning to the tips of his slightly uneven toes.

There wasn't a straight surface in the cottage that could take their weight (and a couple surfaces that hadn't, oops) that they hadn't fucked on, but even then, it was fun. Better than fun, it was the two of them, just being together. Learning each other. Surprising each other, every time.

The moments they weren't fucking, like this, were just as sweet, and that for some reason, surprised Bones more than anything else about his friend.

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It was a learning experience for Kirk. He had never had so much sex with one person before. Never... settled himself into an actual relationship with someone, really. But it was surprisingly simple at least in this area. Sex didn't get boring like he imagined it would (VERY quickly is what he had thought). It felt... amazing. They were learning each other, inside and out.

But then, sometimes, things got even more simple. Meals, just being together, sitting on the beach, playing in the water.

Or these. These hugs, something Kirk was little by little getting to be used to. From his Dad, from Bones. These, he could nuzzle in close, their near-matching heights making it easy to press his mouth against Bones' neck, and sigh with happiness.

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A quick kiss pressed to Jim's neck, and Bones pulled away. "I should probably put a shirt on, too," he laughed, heading inside, pulling on something with sleeves and finding some shoes.

He headed outside, clicking his tongue at Jim leaning against the bike. "Where we going?" he asked, moving closer to both of them.

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"Dunno." Kirk said easily, grinning as he stroked a hand over the cycle. "Anywhere. We've got a way to go, no time to worry about, and all of Risa to explore. Lets just... go somewhere. Nice, open road."

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Jim couldn't touch anything without making it look like sex, Leonard decided, setting himself on the bike. "I don't guess I'm getting to drive, am I?" he grinned, scooting to the back.

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"Nope, not this time. How 'bout on the way back?" Kirk laughed and slid into the front position, shivering as the bike came to life under his body, between their thighs. Bones was strong and warm against his back.

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"Yeah," he replied, pretty sure he wasn't going to get to drive it on the way back, but not really caring that much. If it made Jim happy, then... fuck, let him.

That idea applied to a lot of Leonard's thinking recently.

His arms slid around Jim as he balanced himself, and picked up his feet. "Whenever you're ready," he called into Jim's ear, his arms resting lighting around his waist.

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"Born ready." Kirk purred, and nudged the stand up and sent them down the road.

Here, where there was still traffic, he kept it under control. Risa was absolutely beautiful, specially as it headed towards sunset. The air was still warm, but with them riding, it was cooled down enough to be perfect. Without knowledge of the roads and not caring, Kirk just set them in the general direction of the mountains in the distance.

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Once they left the city, the view changed completely.

Bones had loved his little corner of paradise but from up here, riding up the mountain he could see far off in the horizon, just how beautiful the place really was.

He could feel the vibrations through Jim's body as he clung tighter, Jim revving the engine and sending them going faster and faster.

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"This is fucking AWESOME!" Kirk called out over the wind, laughing as he urged the bike's speed on. He felt fucking alive like this. The wide ribbon of the road, Bones, and the simple feeling of it all.

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Higher and higher, the road wound beneath them as they climbed higher. Listening to Jim laughing, that was the best, though. There was a reason Captains tended to be older. It took a lot out of you, a lot of time, a lot of patience, a lot of your spirit drained into the job.

And as much as Bones liked to kid Jim about being a kid, he sometimes did forget that Jim was twenty-five, and needed to be able to get out just play like a kid sometimes. Hell, they both did.

Wrapping his arms tighter, he let them drop to Jim's legs, giving them a squeeze.

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The sudden squeeze to his legs.... well. It made blood rush south quickly, the thrum of the bike only adding to it. He grinned a little darkly and kept pushing the bike, taking turns at breath-taking speeds. Leaning just -so-, teaching Bones behind him by sheer force of body and physics.

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The trees began to change, get thicker as they made it toward the top. The turns became more hairpin, and Bones' arms tightened at the turns, and the view whizzed by faster and faster. For someone who didn't like air travel, he'd never minded this, riding with Jim. He'd never trusted anyone like he trusted Jim, with his life.

And it'd never been quite like this before, though, as he pressed his lips to the back of his Jim's neck.

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Fuck fuck. Kirk's body focused on the mix of keeping them alive and Bones' manipulations as his cock started to throb against his jeans. He sucked in a slow breath, grinding his hips downwards slightly. Fuck, keep it up, Bones!

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Fuck, Jim was purring in his arms. He slid his hands just a little higher on Jim's thighs, where the hip connected to the leg, still holding on tight.

He was feeling brave up here, holding on to Jim, driving that bike who knew how fast. Feeling him, touching him, knowing that he was the one doing things to Jim that excited him. A strange kind of power, gave him all sorts of new ideas.

Made him want to do all sorts of things.

All of a sudden, he stopped, a thought entering his head. Yes. He grinned to himself, almost proud that he'd even thought about it. It retrospect, it only seemed natural.

Leaning forward, one hand snaked up Jim's chest, pressing his torso back against his own. "I want you to fuck me," he whispered loudly into Jim's ear, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the motor.

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Shit.

Good way for them to get killed as briefly the bike snaked on the road going fuck-knew how fast. Kirk pulled the cycle back into position just in time, his heart racing in a heady mixture of desire and adrenaline. His lips parted and his next breath was shaky at best.

So far, he had always been the one getting fucked. Honestly he didn't really have a problem with it, didn't even realize how much he'd want the reverse until Bones had whispered that into his ear.

All of his blood was down in his cock except the small bit needed to keep the bike on the road. "Yea." He breathed out, not sure if the word was carried off by the wind or not.

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It shouldn't have been so much fun to see him surprised, McCoy told himself, but it was. The look in his face - seeing that mix of surprise and desire made Bones even harder as he pressed into Jim's back, tightly wrapped around Jim's body.

He slid his hands back up, settling around Jim's waist again, just resting his head on one of Jim's shoulders. He was breathing harder now, thinking about more than just the scenery.

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The bike's speed picked up.

Where he was going, he didn't know. When they found it, he'd stop. His blood was rushing through him, his heart pumping so loud he couldn't hear anything else. Bones was wrapped around him, in him...

It had only been a few days.

How had he fallen so hard?

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Bones slipped his hands under Jim's shirt, fingertips sliding gently over the skin, the touch more comforting than sexual. When the engine revved and they moved even faster, those hands held on tighter, his entire body holding on tighter.

He wasn't even paying attention to the scenery anymore. It only made sense to kiss his neck, that spot where the shoulder met the throat; kissing him, touching him - all that made sense when he was around Jim.