kirktastic | [Home Sweet Home] -- [Jim, Bones, ???]

Current Location: Actor's Suite

Entry tags:

[Home Sweet Home] -- [Jim, Bones, ???]

The Captain of the U.S.S. Enterprise used his captainness when it came to his quarters for only one thing: one very large king sized bed. Everything else was regulation, but the bed was a beautifully large bed he had gotten during the refit of the ship back over Sha'Kwai. It was a necessary refit for their quarters because of the other half of the men who slept in it. Bones, unabashedly, was a sprawler. A very bad one at that, hogging as much of the bed as possible, including Jim and his available limbs. A king bed, at least, had solved the fact that Bones would sprawl out so much he ended up on the floor more than once. Even so, sometimes Bones still ended up on his half of the bed.

So when Jim got to wake up and streeeetch like a cat, spreading himself out on the bed and didn't have to shove his CMO's heavy weight off of him, didn't knock into Bones because Bones always put his damn cold feet on his warm skin, didn't have a nice warm body to nuzzle into...

It woke him up, and he stared at a very unfamiliar ceiling as he tried to figure out all those didn'ts.

He sat up, looking to Bones' normal side of the bed. Okay, it was missing entirely. He wasn't even in his bed. In fact, he seemed to be very much alone. Waking up with someone was something he had gotten oddly used to, more quickly than he would have expected, so he pouted a little at being all cold and alone under the sheets.

Jim stretched out again, this time with more purpose. Then paused as something dark flashed out of the corner of his eye. There was a very familiar tattoo on the back of his hand.

Jim threw off the covers and looked down at his body, his own deliciously familiar correct body, and grinned as hard as he could. As quick as a wink, knowing now exactly where and who and what, he stripped down until he was nude and went dashing through the actor's shared suite.

He only stopped for a second at seeing a very determined Spock go running through at the same time, but instead he was heading out. Jim had a real good idea of just where he was going, and said a quick wish of luck in Zach's direction before his grin returned and he snuck into the other bedroom.

There was Bones, or who he sure as hell hoped was Bones, sprawled out completely covering the bed. Jim rubbed his hands greedily and slipped onto the bed, tugging at the covers, grinning at the scowl that came with the release of body heat, and replaced it with his own as he nuzzled behind Bones' ear. "Wake up, Bones."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Bones sleepily reached for Jim's hand and wrapped it around his torso, pulling him closer. Their legs tangled and he pushed back against Jim.

"...hey." Then he fell back into his sleep.

If it had been possible with Bones' stealing of his hand, Jim would have facepalmed. "Wake UP!" He laughed, giving a nip to the ear he had been nuzzling at. "I'll stay here and snuggle with you - Dammit Bones!" On cue, Bones had pushed both cold feet up against his legs. Jim sighed. "Open your eyes." He held out the back of his hand in the air above Bones' eyes.

His head pulled back, a growling noise escaping him. But at Jim's words, a hazel eye cracked open and focused on the hand in front of him.

But it was still a moment before the fog lifted enough for him to realize what he was seeing. Bones reached for Jim's hand, then turned to look at him, a smile cracking his face at the familiar golden hair. Then he looked down at his own left hand - his own little tattoo was gone, but the band was back. "We're us again."

...How he loved that smile. Jim reached out and pulled Bones into a quick kiss, grinning like a fool. "We are. Saw Spock hauling ass out of here just before I climbed into bed with you, so I'm guessing he's himself too and Zach's going to get a hell of a wake up call."

Shit. Spock, back in his super strong Spock body was going to hurt that poor guy. "Shit," he repeated aloud. "Maybe we should go stop him..."

But then he felt Jim press up against him, and those thoughts ran out the window and he found Jim's neck and began sucking hard on his skin - the taste familiar and Jim. "...in a minute."

"...in a minute," Jim readily agreed, shuddering at Bones' mouth. "Or... two." He pulled Bones a little closer, sighing against his hair. Their own bodies, they could do what they damn well please. Something in the back of his mind mentioned if Zach was waking up with Nyota, Chris and Karl were in for another surprise, but then Bones did something clever with his teeth and that went right out the window.

Jim was naked... and naked Jim was fucking nice, Bones thought, his hands reaching down to touch Jim, pulling him closer. Their own bodies, yes, no obstacles, nothing to stop them, nothing to keep them from doing whatever they wanted to each other.

"...feel so good, Jim," he groaned, thrusting up against Jim. The last time they had been together, Jim had fucked the shit out of him. Now, Bones wanted to return the favor.

What was he thinking about? He sort of forgot as blood rushed somewhere entirely other than his brain and Jim groaned in return. Bones was getting hard against his leg and... and...

Fucking hell. "Bones, fuck... we can't... do this here." The words felt flat coming out of his mouth when he wanted Bones so badly. "Quarters? Lube's there?" He tried suggesting, but almost laughed at how stupid it sounded.

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.

Now Bones was looking at him with those eyes and Jim wanted to take back everything he had just said. He swallowed hard, sitting up and kissing Bones hungrily before he whispered into his mouth, "we can't do this here. Our quarters. Give Karl back his ring."

Jim looked serious... and worse, he was right. Fuck. "...yeah," he murmured, inhaling the scent of Jim next to him. It hadn't been so different, when he was in Chris' body, but there was something unique about Jim's smell, something that Bones loved, needed.

With a burst of energy he pushed himself away from Jim. Bones lay on his back and tried to ignore his painful erection, tenting the hated pants he was still wearing. "Should we call them, let them know we're coming?" he asked, looking up at the ceiling, just now noticing that they were in a strange room.

"Yea." Jim groaned as he sat up, hard against his stomach. "Just... keep in mind whatever you were just thinking until we get back there." He walked over to the nearest comm panel in the suite and slapped a hand to it. "Captain Kirk to... Christopher Pine." Would the computer even know who that was, yet? "Match to me."

"Chris, if you're hearing this, I'm sorry I sleep naked and you may want to get up now."

It took a moment for Chris to wake up. He blinked sleepily in the darkened room, wondering what had awakened him, and then heard Jim's voice from the comm panel near the bed.

Naked... what? Chris shifted beneath the covers, his brow furrowing when he realized the shorts he'd worn to bed were gone. Had he been drunker than he thought?

He stretched lazily, one hand reaching to answer the comm. "Jim, what -" It took him a moment to register what he was seeing as he stared at his hand. His left hand, the skin pale and unmarked. And then he felt someone shifting in the bed next to him.

Bones stood, his back cracking as he looked around at room. He headed toward the replicator, made two cups of coffee and headed back to Jim. "Everything okay?" he asked Jim, taking a sip.

"Hope so. They're up. Thank you." Jim groaned happily as he accepted the cup and took a sip. The heat felt delicious right now. "I don't know how this all worked out but... it did. Provided Spock doesn't kill Zach."

It didn't require much thought to figure out who was in bed with him this time. Chris rolled over slowly, taking in Karl's sleeping form sprawled across the bed. It was definitely Karl, or Karl's body, as evidenced by the shorter hair sticking up messily all over his head. The worry lines that had been evident on his face the past few days were almost unnoticeable, his face relaxed as he slept, one arm flung out toward Chris. A twist of something hot and confusing swept through Chris as he lay there watching him.

Finally, Chris reached out to shake Karl's shoulder, hoping that this wake up call would be less awkward than their last. "...Karl? Hey, Urban, time to wake up."

"Nnnnnh," mumbled Karl. Someone was prodding him, trying to rouse him, but he was too warm and comfortable. He snuffled, and rolled over, smushing his face into the pillow. "G'way. Early."

It figured, Chris thought. He sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. Oh. Should probably find clothes before trying again, he realized. Looking around, he spotted a pair of boxers on the floor on his side of the bed. Pulling them on, he crawled back onto the bed, close enough to lean in and shake Karl again, speaking a little louder.

"Karl. Pretty sure you're gonna want to wake up for this."

Once his mind managed to determine, through a fog of sleep, who was talking to him, Karl jolted awake immediately, and lifted his head to squint at Chris. "Pine? Whoa." He squirmed the right way round and sat up to ascertain that, yes -- brown hair, no tattoos as far as he could see -- it was Chris's body, it was Chris talking. He was back. Karl touched his own hair, and a glance at his left hand confirmed the same for him.

He grinned at Chris, pure relief surging up in him so that he didn't particularly notice or even care that he was once again in an awkward naked situation. "Mr. Pine, I presume."

"Mr. Urban," Chris replied with a nod, grinning from ear to ear. Whatever apprehension he'd had that this was going to be awkward again melted away at the sight of that familiar smile. "We're back... well, in our own bodies anyway. Feels good, doesn't it?"

He stood up, going over to the drawers he knew belonged to Bones and tossed some clothing at Karl. "You'll probably want those," he told him with a grin. "That was Jim a few minutes ago... pretty sure he and Bones want their room back."

"Likely." Karl threw off the sheets and pulled the t-shirt and pants on as Chris turned politely away. "Man, I feel like going for a good hard run. Making sure everything still works. Isn't it a fucking relief that you don't have to be extra-careful anymore, worrying about breaking someone else's body?" He wiggled unobtrusively... no aches or pains in interesting places, that was good. "And now you'll be able to eat properly again."

Right on cue, Chris' stomach growled impatiently. "Thank God," he laughed. "Never thought I'd say this, but it feels so good to actually be hungry." He dressed in a pair of pants and shirt himself, turning to grin at Karl again once they were dressed. "And I don't hurt any more."

He sobered a bit, remembering the reason for those aches and pains, but it was such a relief to be back in his own skin. Chris stretched, his arms raising above his head as he just relished the feeling, his shirt riding up a little.

All the physical issues Kirk had, and they never even would have known if the switch hadn't happened. Karl was glad for Chris, that he felt healthy and good again, but it was tempered by the sobering notion that Kirk would be back to dealing with that.

Karl clapped Chris on the shoulder, which turned into a bit of an affectionate sideways hug before he let go. "Let's go find Zach, huh?"

He'd be... with Uhura. Oh, boy. Again. He hoped for Zach's sake they'd put some clothes on before they'd gone to bed.

Chris leaned into that hug, surprised but relieved their happiness at being back in their own bodies seemed to have headed off the potential awkwardness. He squeezed back before letting go, the small curl of want in his stomach dissolving in concern at the thought of where Zach likely was right then. Oh, shit.

"Spock seemed pretty protective of Uhura last night," Chris said, chewing his lip. "I think we should find Zach, yeah." He threw on shoes and followed Karl out the door.

There was a scratch at their door, so Bones went to open it, and he chuckled as he looked down. "You get left behind, buddy?" he asked, reaching down to pet the brown furry dog who was looking up at him with confused and sad eyes.

"What do we do about him? Leave him here, in their room?" Couldn't let him roam, and Bones wasn't sure he wanted to be anywhere near Spock right now, not if he was pissed off.

"Um," Jim looked down at the dog, frowning. "I guess we should leave him since Zach will be back. Or in sickbay." He stretched out, and went to go grab the shorts Chris had had on. It'd be a long walk back to his quarters.

Bones opened the door to the common room of the suite, making sure the dog had some water in his bowl. Then he rummaged through Karl's closet, grabbing a pair of jeans and some boxers. "Think we should wait a bit?" he called out loudly to Jim getting dressed. Then he spoke again, mostly to himself. "Fuck, I hope it doesn't go too badly for them again this morning."

At least there hadn't been any sex, though they had both gone to sleep naked as the day they were born.

"I think that by the time we make it up there, they'll have it sorted out. We'll just take our time." Jim dug in to pull on something more proper in Chris' room, then walked back out into the middle room. "They should be able to handle a little nakedness."

Bones laughed at that. "Yeah... I mean, its not like we're ugly or anything." Then he looked over at Jim, and laughed, hard. There was something wonderful about being him again.

He stepped up close to Jim and kissed his temple. "Hey you."

Jim had to agree with that. He pulled Bones close, just for a second, and rubbed his forehead into Bones' shoulder. "Hey you," he whispered back.

"You remember where we were when all this shit started?" he asked, talking low into Jim's ear. That night, the night George and Christopher had married, when they'd gone back to their room for their own private party. "You recall what happened that night?"

Jim blinked at the words, and even more so at the warm, warm voice low in his ear. He thought quickly and shuddered at the memory. "Yea, baby... I do." He'd fucked Bones good and hard up against the wall.

His mouth found Jim's neck once more, the taste of his skin like sunshine. "My turn," he spoke into Jim's ear before biting lightly.

The ideas of what he wanted to do to Jim's body were vast - he'd had a while to think about it, and he's spent a fucking long time thinking about it.

The groan that left him was deep out of his chest, his eyes squeezing shot as blood rushed down to his cock which twitched in interest. "...yes." He couldn't even find another thing to say except that single breathed word of need.

Bones caught Jim's mouth and kissed him deeply, their heads pressed together. "Let's go," he said, taking Jim's hand in his own. "I wanna be inside you."

Great, now he was going to be walking back to their quarters hard. He gripped his fists hard, concentrating on the small pain, then quickly started to pull Bones out of the suite. "Quarters. Now."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Home Sweet Home] -- [Jim, Bones, ???]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject