Date: 2010-09-18 09:01 pm (UTC)
Jim was talking, Bones could hear it but right now all he wanted was Jim, to be inside him.

The pants Karl wore to bed were stretched painfully across his cock right now as he ground against Jim, and although he wanted nothing more than to pull them off, flip Jim over and fuck him hard, a word or two was filtering though his head. Can't. Quarters. Lube.

Pulling his head back, Bones looked down at Jim's face, flushed and fuckable and perfect. "What?" he asked, breathless.


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