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Kirk came back from the beach still damp but uncaring. He pulled up to the cabin, hesitating only long enough to make sure the leather seat of the cycle was dried before he went to find Bones. There was a lot they needed to talk about. More then he thought he wanted to, but knew he had to.

"Bones?"

Date: 2009-08-18 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com
Dark eyes watched Jim's lip touching his fingers, and his heart stopped, stopped right in his chest. The weight of the world, hadn't known it was there, inside him - it slid right off and he felt his stomach flop inside him.

His lips parted, he wanted to speak, to say something, tell him everything he wanted to, everything inside him, something to make Jim understand how much he needed him but fuck, he'd said to damned much already, and-

"Dammit, Jim," he whispered, finally, everything else in his head going blank except Jim, fuck, in his arms and then they were kissing and touching and Bones was holding Jim and pushing him backward, cradling the back of his head as Jim's back hit the wall. Bones pressed Jim into the flat surface, his hands moving, sliding, not staying still, constant motion along Jim's face, his hair, his throat, touching every part of him that he could reach. Had to show him. Couldn't let him go, not for anything.

Nothing else, no one else was more important that this.

Date: 2009-08-18 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
Then Bones was in his arms. A grunt slid between them as his back hit the wall, and he matched every bit of that fierce need, but his hands stayed still. They were curled around Bones, holding him, not letting go. Never letting go. They weren't perfect, they never would be. Maybe that was part of what kept them together through everything, because they weren't perfect.

He bent his head down, biting on Bones' neck, growling quietly as he moved his mouth northward, nosing at an ear, across the jaw, finding those lips and stealing Bones' breath away. We'll find a way. We always do. Long as he doesn't leave... I can live.

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