Bones lay back in the water, feeling his body settle back into a normal breathing rhythm as the surf lapped at them. When his eyes opened and focused on Jim's face, looking like he was returning back to his body too, Bones leaned up and kissed him soft, then flopped backward again.

"There must be something in the water," he said, reaching up to touch Jim's chest, taut pectoral muscles. Fucking perfect. "I shouldn't be this exhausted. Maybe I'm getting old." he mused, tweaking a nipple.