[NVC Day 18] -- [Sometimes All You Can Do is Breathe] -- [Kirk/Bones]

[kirktastic]

After everything that had happened the last few days, whatever had infected him and boiled his blood on top of his stress about the new bond and the trial... Jim was starting to fall back into bad habits Bones had been trying to break of him for years. He didn't want to eat as it only added to the cramping in his stomach, and sleep... it either didn't come, or it came in fits.

There was just too much in his head, spinning endlessly. He sat there on the deck, back up against the wall of the building, with a PADD half propped up in his lap. Why did Vulcans have to be so damn exclusive about things? It was making his search for a healer, something to try and help them figure out what they needed to know about, and what they could do about, the bond. The last thing he needed was information spreading out about what had happened with Spock, honestly wasn't even happy with the idea of being caught going to the healer at all. Caught? What am I, sneaking out of the house? Jim almost laughed to himself.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, thinking. There had to be a way. Bones probably could contact someone, maybe even knew someone who could find someone else, but it had to be someone... they could trust. Maybe, more specifically, someone Jim could trust. This all felt too much like having to go see a psych. Way, way too much like having to see a psych. He'd have to talk to Bones about it, and they'd have to figure it out together. It was the only real chance they had to go about this without half of the planet and the media knowing, at least in Jim's mind.

He didn't want to have to think about what was coming up for the day. They had passed along the information along to him... he would be testifying today. The sheer idea of it had his stomach curling up on itself, the bones in his hand threatening to scream at him. He didn't want to sleep; the idea of nightmares about all that had happened were worse than the nightmares themselves.

At least the sunsets were beautiful on Sha'Kwai. The sunrises, coming up over the ocean, were more so.

He got up and put the PADD side, walking down to the sands and down the sands to the beach and down the beach to the water. He dropped his robe just outside of the water's range, then stepped into the lukewarm water. It felt like almost neutral-temperatured water, like a bath left too cool. He dove into the water.

(OOC: This is running on the premise that the trial was postponed for two days until the sexpop was dealt with, as well as this happens after a tread that will be coming up.)

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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Bones knew how much Jim hated having his sleep controlled. Hated having to be drugged.

Jim tilted his head so their lips touched. "Need to get a shower and get ready. Join me?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

He nodded. Not much else to do or say, just... be there for Jim, he supposed.

Standing, he brushed the sand off his leg and extended his hand out to Jim. A shower sounded fucking nice right now.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim stood up, grabbing a handful of his robe. He pulled it on, sliding an arm around Bones while there was no one there to see. It felt good to close his eyes and lean himself a little on Bones.

He looked down at the mug Bones had grabbed, nudged it, and rumbled. "You didn't bring me any."

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"I brought some out here," Bones replied, nudging back. "And then I drank it." He felt Jim's weight briefly on him, making him smile and hurt at the same time. He wanted to be the one that Jim leaned on, depended on when life to be too much but - fuck, he didn't like seeing Jim feeling like this.

"I'll make it up to you in the shower," he whispered into Jim's ear, as if the beach was full of people and it was a secret between the two of them.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim's eyes fluttered closed and he took a slow, shaking breath in through his nose as he felt himself get half-aroused just from that. "Promise?" That... was a very, very good way to forget about the hell the day promised to be for just a few minutes.

"...Plus some coffee afterwards? Please?"

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"I always keep my promises," Bones reminded him, his hand sliding around Jim's waist as he pulled him close. A few ideas in his head, how to make that smirk return to Jim's face, at least for a little bit.

"And yeah, coffee too, whatever you need."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Sex, shower, coffee. Not necessarily in that order." Jim leaned more against Bones, toes digging into the sand with each step.

He shook off the best of the sand he could, leaving the robe on the edge of the deck with a potted plant to hold it down. Nude, he walked inside and went straight for the shower, giving Bones a lovely view.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Fuck, it was the best view ever... and Bones followed, closing the door to the deck and pulling off his shorts as he made it to the bathroom, just as Jim got the water going.

He didn't stop walking until he was right behind Jim, their bodies touching from head to toe. He wrapped his arms around Jim and pulled him even closer as the water hit them both, and he attached his mouth to Jim's neck and began suckling rough on the tender skin, somewhere he knew wouldn't be visible under his uniform top.

Jim might have a crappy afternoon testifying, but Bones was going to give him something fucking better to ruminate on right now.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

How could any man not groan under that sort of assault? Jim's eyes half-closed as heat enveloped him front and back, Bones pressing up against his backside and the strength of those arms all around him. He let his head hang forward, giving Bones access to that skin and everything else he wanted.

He stroked his hands down Bones' forearms, over those skilled surgeon's hands. Part of his mind asked him if there weren't just... insane. That they should have been exhausted after the last few days, after what happened that second night that made the whole thing seem like a dream. No, it just felt too good. How could something that made him feel like this be bad?

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

The past few days had been... surreal. Bizarre enough that it wasn't casual conversation fodder, but it had been both of them, together, and both of them had agreed to it, consented to what had happened, all of it.

Still, the sexual compulsion had been strong, driving them toward their releases with their partners. The need for sex had been unrelenting, though frankly it didn't take a sex drug to make Bones want to fuck Jim every chance he could.

This was something else - this was his heart, wanting to make Jim feel good, wanting to take away that sadness surrounding him right now. Turning Jim slowly until his back pressed against the tile, Bones leaned in and kissed him, deep and slow, and his hand began roaming down Jim's body, touching him the way he knew Jim liked best.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim let their mouths play over each other, the slight roughness of Bones' cheek against his, the liquid play of the tips of their tongues. He let himself reach around and pull Bones close by his ass, squeezing what undoubtedly one of his favorite parts of the man against him. He grinned at the thought and moved his head so he could mouth at Bones' jawline, deciding he wanted to watch Bones shave this morning.

He couldn't deal with the straight razor, was grateful he wasn't allergic to suppressors, but watching Bones slowly scrape his jaw clean with that sharp edge in the mornings..

He growled a little at the mental image, nosing under Bones' ear.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

He knew enough of Jim's little kinks to know that Jim liked him a little stubbly sometimes. Rubbing himself like a cat against Jim's cheek, Bones darted his tongue behind Jim's ear, curling around the lobe and pulling it between his teeth. 

His fingers curled around Jim's cock. Picturing himself on his knees, sucking Jim off made him groan. "Wanna taste you," he told him, whispering into Jim's ear, his wrist twisting as it gave Jim's cock a tug. 

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Dammit Bones knew exactly what to say to make him groan. He leaned their heads together, pressing his lips against any skin they could contact. There was the faintest abrasion, but he couldn't complain when it gave him an electric tingle. He gave a lazy pump of his hips, sighing through parted lips. "Yea." Just a single word, edged in a silent plea. There was still a faint, lingering soreness from just how over worked his body had been over the last few days, but he didn't give a damn.

Instead, he nudged at Bones with a knee and his hands, slicking hands down over shoulders and biceps and feeling the hot water running over them. There was a brief, sudden gratefulness for having a real shower which wasn't running on regulated water down here on the planet.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Settling between Jim's legs, Bones licked at the long cock in front of his face, taking it in his mouth with a practiced familiarity borne of knowing the man in front of him so well now. It hadn't gotten old, or boring, and no matter what else seemed to happen between them, they never seemed to stop needing this part of their relationship.

The water hit the back of his head and neck and his arms wrapped around Jim's hips as he pulled it closer, taking as much of him inside his mouth as he could. The scent was pure Jim, musky and warm and as he looked up he sucked harder, wanting to see that spark of need in Jim's eyes.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

It was all warm and wet. Bones knew how to pleasure him, knew how to tease it out of him even when his mind wasn't fully concentrating on anything. Slowly, probably more slowly than anyone would have expected out of James T. Kirk. He opened his eyes again and looked down, those lips wrapped around him, the expression in Bones' eyes.

He let out a slow breath and stroked his hands through the dark hair, smiling very softly. "...you look so fucking good on your knees." He gave the smallest shift of his hips, licking water from his lips.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

The chuckle wrapped around Jim's cock and Bones' eyes laughed as he looked back up at Jim. One hand slid up and cupped Jim's scrotum, tugging a little. His lips moved down off the hard cock and mouthed the sac, pressing in with his nose before swallowing the shaft once more.

He could feel Jim's hips starting to move and he groaned, wanting to feel Jim thrusting into him.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"Fuck, baby... can I?" He cupped his fingers behind Bones' ears, rubbing his thumb slowly. He gave a shallow thrust, mumbling a few curses at the feeling of Bones' throat. Just the slow movement, push and pull as the water poured down over them. It was so fucking good.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck when Jim called him that, Bones just melted inside, and he suspected that Jim knew that, the kinky bastard. But yeah, Jim could fuck his mouth. That sounded perfect right now.

Bones pulled back and slowly twisted his body around so that his back was pressed against the shower tile. His knees started complaining but he told them to shut the fuck up for a little longer, as he turned Jim to face him. His hands roamed up to Jim's hips, pulling them closer to him, pulling Jim closer inside his mouth, giving Jim an idea how how far as he could go.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

With parted lips, breathing in and out hot against the steam of the shower, Jim nodded. Yea, yea... he could feel it, trusted Bones to keep him in those limits. He started to move again, just a few slow motions of his hips. It felt so good, pulling down at the depths of him, doing everything Bones hoped it would until reality had to come crashing back down. The water drowned out the rest of the world, so there was no one left but the two of them.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones held his head still, letting Jim slide in and out of his mouth, so slow, and he loved Jim even more for that, for being careful. Worried for him. All the shit he was going through and Jim was being watching out for him.

But he wanted more now, wanted to feel Jim let go. Bones knew Jim needed to release a lot of tension and worry and fuck, if a blow-job in the shower would help, Bones would kneel there all fucking morning if he had to. His hands found Jim's ass and he squeezed the muscular cheeks, pulling them closer into his mouth.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

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.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

"Anything you want, darlin'," Bones answered back, his hands cradling Jim's face as he kissed him. Still pressed against the wall, he felt their bodies arching together and he thrust forward so their cocks could rub together.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Jim groaned low into the kiss as their bodies ground together, all slippery-slick thanks to the water falling all around them. He slid his hands down Bones' body, squeezing his ass on the way, before pulling those cheeks apart and gliding his fingers between them. He nudged up Bones' jaw with the blade of his nose so that he could mouth along it while he stroked the tips of his fingertips over wrinkled flesh, urging Bones to start loosening up.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Bones felt his knees begin to buckle, grateful that he had the shower tile to brace himself against. Spreading his legs wider, he was watching Jim's face as he kissed his face, catching his eyes as their faces finally met.

He trusted Jim like he trusted no one else, and opening himself up like this, physically as well as emotionally, he tried to show Jim how much that meant to him. After a moment it was too much, the love in Jim's eyes, staring back at him, so Bones closed his eyes and leaned forward, their foreheads touching as he willed his body to relax.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

"I've gotcha, baby... just open up for me." He started to work his finger in, always amazed at how tight Bones was. Always so tight. He left their foreheads together, closing his own eyes and moving his way by feel alone. He nudged Bones' knee up a little more, opening him up that bit wider. "Talk to me. Wanna get you nice and open and fuck you good and slow. You'd like that?"