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

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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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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"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?"

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Bones wasn't particularly chatty during sex. Loud, yeah, but not talkative. But he knew that Jim liked to hear things, turned him on so Bones tried letting go, opening his mouth to answer. "Love feelin' you inside me," he whispered into Jim's mouth, spreading his legs even more as Jim's hand reached deeper. "Makin' me yours...like I b'long to you." He felt silly saying it, stupid thoughts in his head, but they were how he felt inside.

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Whether or not Bones thought it was silly, it made Jim groan. "You know... how much, how fucking much it gets me off knowing no one else has you like this? Just me.. I'm such a selfish bastard." He laughed a little, all breathless and needing, grinding against Bones' hip for a moment as he started to work in another finger.

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Yeah, he fucking understood that, but as he opened his mouth to answer the words got caught in his throat. Jim's fingers turned, stretching him, opening him up and it felt so good, Jim inside him. "Just you," he finally murmured, hoping Jim got how big a deal that was to him, outdated as that might be. Bones was an old-fashioned guy in an fucking unconventional relationship but he still held on to some little bits of truth - one of those was that part of him was for Jim, only Jim. "...my selfish bastard," he chuckled, hissing at the slightly rough twist of the fingers. "God, Jim, need you." It wasn't hard to admit it, to say the words. Easier every day.

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"Need you," Jim whispered right back, barely working in a third finger before pulling his hand back out. He stole one more kiss, pressing their lips together, before he turned Bones around entirely. With Bones splayed up against the tile, putting his foot up on the edge of the shelf again, Jim nudged his hips to an angle he could work with.

A gentle bite to the back of the neck. "Ready?" Just a quiet whisper, hands stroking down his sides to rest at the hips.

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Bones crossed him arms in front of him, resting his head on them as he pushed back against Jim's hands. A little nod as he shifted his raised leg, finding the best footing possible so he could meet Jim's thrusts.

Damn, he loved it when Jim fucked him. Like nothing else he'd ever known.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

He used one hand to keep Bones open while the other guided himself in. He gasped against wet skin as he sunk in, nice and slow, until he was pressed body to body against Bones. There he closed his eyes, panting slowly at the tight heat around him. He let his hands start tracing flesh, the outline of ribs and hips and shoulders and ass, calming himself and letting Bones get used to it. Taking his time, while he could enjoy it.

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The feeling, his body being spread and opened - it always make him catch his breath, made his eyes widen. Too full, almost too much sensation down there, until his muscles gave way and it was good, the slow slide of Jim along his passage.

Bones leaned back, pushing back against Jim, letting him know with his body that he wanted more as he braced himself against the wall.

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Jim smiled against the back-side of Bones' neck, biting down gently before he started to move. The slow push-pull of their bodies moving together, like the world outside had stopped existing just for a little while. He could just be Jim and the man he was fucking slow into the wall could just be Bones. The release of those positions and stresses felt better than the feeling of Bones wrapped around him. Jim was pretty sure that was Bones' whole idea behind this.

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Sometimes it was rough and tumble between them, sometimes it was fast and quick in the morning before shift. But when it was slow like this Bones got to feel everything, had time to really savor the experience and he loved it. The feel of Jim behind him, warm breath on his neck, Jim's hands all over his body - fuck, maybe sex wasn't the only thing in a relationship but they communicated so good when it was like this, nothing between them but water.

He reached down and squeezed his own cock, groaning at the feel of Jim shifting behind him, changing angles as he hit that spot.

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When they needed to, they could talk to each other, and that was what let Jim be less concerned that this was the only way they could communicate. They worked well together, kept the crew together, loved each other. They could handle it, as long as they were together.

Jim laid his forehead against the back of Bones' shoulder, eyes closed as he moved. The heat finally drove away some of the ache that had been in his hand since before the trial had started, letting him slide it around and feel where Bones' hand moved over his cock.

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Bones' fingers wrapped around Jim's and he guided Jim how he wanted it right now, short strokes that tugged on him more roughly than Jim might have expected but fuck, he couldn't think straight when he had Jim's hand on him and his cock up his ass.

It didn't take long before he felt it building inside him, stirring in his belly and finally jetting out of him, mixing with the hot water on Jim's hand as he grunted softly to himself, head pressed against the tile.

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Bones was never much of a screamer in bed (though just a few days ago he had heard Bones get as close as the doctor was ever going to get to it..) but the sounds he did make were raw, deep sounds that had always turned Jim on. Specially back in their dorm room when Bones would go at it with his hand in the middle of the night when he had thought Jim was asleep... laying in the dark listening to--

Jim gasped loudly and his eyes squeezed shut, hips giving a few quick jerks before he pressed against Bones and held himself there. He held tightly to Bones, knees shaking just slightly as he leaned into Bones' solid weight being held up by the wall.

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It wasn't easy with the angle, but Bones was able to lean back and turn his head enough find Jim's temple with his mouth. "I needed that," he said quietly into Jim's skin, like an admission of some sort. Somewhere inside, he had needed this, just them, simple and honest. Maybe he began this wanting to help Jim, with his terrible day ahead of him but somewhere in there - Bones realized this was as much for him as well.

Their hands were clasped together tight and Bones took a deep breath, letting it go slow. His legs were cramping and the water was stinging hitting his eyes but he didn't want to move.

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"...Me too." Jim whispered, squeezing Bones' hand hard. Eventually, slowly, he pulled himself back and straightened up, grabbing the shampoo and pouring some into his hands. He slid them through Bones' hair, scratching his nails lightly against the scalp. "Eyes closed." He murmured quietly.

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"...thought I was s'posed to be takin' care of you this morning," he chuckled, leaning back into Jim's fingertips. So good, the still hot water loosening every muscle, and the strength emanating from the man at his back.

"Not that I'm complaining," he added, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.