If Jim didn't worry about him, it just wouldn't have been Jim. It was something instinctual in him that always would, even if he didn't have it for himself where most people did. He leaned forward, head dropping down but forcing himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch Bones.
It felt good, damn good but...
He pulled himself back, reaching down and hauling Bones up. He caught Bones' lips with his own, then whispered, "...want more of you." It was as much a question as a command.
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Date: 2010-05-12 04:10 am (UTC)It felt good, damn good but...
He pulled himself back, reaching down and hauling Bones up. He caught Bones' lips with his own, then whispered, "...want more of you." It was as much a question as a command.