kirktastic | [Spending Time Together] -- [Jim and Bones] -- [Risa]

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[Spending Time Together] -- [Jim and Bones] -- [Risa]

Jim was a beach bum, or at least, he was while he was on Risa. He spend as much time as he could in the sun on the beach, spread out in the sand and nuzzled into a towel or ignoring wet sand against his back from a swim in the ocean. It was like trying to rapidly get as much as possible, soaking it up into his skin so it would last as long as possible when he went back up into space. Even if he couldn't tan properly like he had mentioned to Jana, at least he could get a golden hue to his skin, bleach golden hair a lighter shade.

That's where he was now, his eyes closed as he snuggled down into the sand, head pillowed by his folded arms. The tide played with his toes, and soon he'd have to move, but not yet, not while he felt this good. Maybe he'd go find Bones and they could make up some dinner, tease each other until they collapsed into bed together.

Sounded like a damn fine day to him.

This was a good time for everyone. His crew got the chance to unwind, to not be their career for just a few weeks and instead be people. Spend some of the money they couldn't for the their five year mission. Hard to believe they were over a year into it, now. A year since he and Bones got together, and despite the bad... wouldn't have taken back that year for anything.

Definitely would prove that to Bones tonight.

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"Damn- nooooo," he groaned as his ass got wet. Being pulled into the warm water wasn't terrible, and fuck it if Jim never failed to amaze him with how strong he was.

But fuck if Jim was going to stay dry. "You, get down here," he tugged at Jim's hand, pulling him on top of him.

Jim came down willingly, rolling over until Bones was on top of him. He laughed, the wet sand clinging to their bodies as he reached down and grabbed a double handful of sandy ass. "Mine." Squeeze. "All mine, even if its wet."

Warm everywhere - the water, the sun, and Jim underneath him. Bones found the spot on Jim's neck that he loved the most, between the throat and clavicle and sucked hard. "All yours," he repeated, never meaning it more than right now. This little island paradise, this was theirs, in so many ways.

The people they were here weren't the Captain and the Doctor. They were Jim and Bones, with characteristics unrecognizable to other people. There was no fear here, a place where their love could grow, safe and protected from the outside.

And lots of sex. Hands slid around Jim's shoulders, propping himself up in the warm surf as he rolled his hips into Jim.

"Nnnnrfuck," Jim groaned out, his eyes closing at the mouth on his neck. "You know... where to get me." His fingers dug into the sand a little. "Come on, baby... damn you feel good." He slid his hands through the sand until he could hold Bones close.

Feeling Jim's arousal increasing made Bones feel strong, powerful. All he wanted was to make him happy, everyday, for the rest of his life, any way he could. Sex was a part of it, not all of it, but it was something they both needed.

Taking both their cocks in his hand, he stroked them, falling into Jim's mouth with each slow pull. "...so fucking good."

It might have taken time, probably more time than most people would have ever handled than Bones patiently put up with, but things like this told Jim exactly why he wanted no one else so close in his life. The way Bones read him like an open book, drawing on him and delving in deeper. In some ways, parts of Bones were still closed off to him, but no more than some parts of himself were to Bones. That didn't matter, only these moments, brilliant and beautiful.

Jim moved against Bones, needing him as Bones brought them both pleasure. Hell, those long fingered hands Jim loved so much felt so good like this. "You are..." Jim breathed out, letting it end on a moan.

Bones came first, a slow pulse that drew out of him and into the water, strangely catching him by surprise. He'd been so focused on Jim's face that he'd let himself go and just shuddered against Jim.

He kept up the strokes, doubling his efforts as his free arm tightened around Jim's waist, pulling him even closer onto him. "...c'mon, Jim," he muttered into Jim's ear, his words rough and low, "fuckin' lemme see it, wanna see you come all over me."

Jim's head dropped as he squeezed his eyes shut, biting hard into his lower lip. He got to watch those dark eyes fog over just before Bones came, so he tried to lift his head so Bones could see every moment of it. Too bad he couldn't keep his eyes open when it hit him, teeth gritted together as he came across Bones' hand and stomach, knees digging deep into the sand.

The water washed over them both, washing away some of the mess almost as soon as it was made.

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.

"Like hell you are," Jim grunted at the tweak of the nipple. Bones knew how sensitive his were. "You're still perfect, so just suck it up and accept it." He smiled lazily, stretching out in the sand and water. "I think you'll still cook a great steak, unless you're ready to let me use that beautiful grill."

Bones leaned on his side, splashed his fingers in Jim's direction.

"You can use the grill if I can drive the bike."

Jim's jaw dropped open. "That's not fair," he turned his surprise into a heavy pout. "That isn't fair at all. Do you really want to drive that much?"

"No," Bones grinned, rolling over on top of Jim for another deep kiss. How could a silly thing like a pout be that fucking sexy, he didn't know - but Jim's bottom lip just quivered there, begging to be sucked on.

"I will let you touch my grill, if you think you can handle it," he murmured, nuzzling into Jim's neck.

"That sounds like such a fucking turn on baby," he teased, rubbing his cheek against Bones' hair. "I'll let you drive for a bit, but you can watch over me as I cook. Will that make you feel better? I'll do it in the nude too." He laughed, meaning it as a joke. "Or with an apron."

That visual shook Bones a moment out of his mood. "Do you know how dangerous that would be, standing around that grill naked?"

His hand reached down to cup Jim's cock and balls. "These are very precious to me. You gotta have some shorts on Jim, please. For me," he said, a grin spreading on his face as he have them a squeeze. "Gotta admit, be nice to have you make me dinner."

Still a bit sensitive, Jim hissed in through his teeth, but let it out as a laugh. "For you, I'll put some clothing on." He shifted up to his knees, leaving most of the weight on them instead of Bones' stomach. "What else besides steaks?" The two of them were such carnivores.

"Salad," he responded immediately. Some days, you just craved lettuce, and being outdoors so much only heightened his wanting fresh fruits and vegetables. "Maybe some corn?"

Bones loved the corn here.

"And maybe some of those cookies you picked up the other day?"

Bones loved the cookies here too.

"Those cookies are gifts from heaven, I'm telling you," Jim groaned at the idea of some more of them. With that light bit of frosting and nice and soft... "I'm going to get a gut from those cookies." He moved and finally got to his feet, stretching tall. "Can you handle a salad if I grill up corn and steaks?"

Bones knelt, leaning against Jim's abdomen. He nuzzled the lean belly, suckling on the wet skin. "Just more of you to love, darlin'," he groaned, standing.

"One salad, coming up." They headed toward the house, drying off with the fluffy white towels that permanently lived on the deck now. "So, you serious about having the guys over tomorrow?" he asked, toweling off his hair.

"Course I am. Think I'm going to change my mind because of an orgasm?" He grinned, draping the towel over the railing and padding inside to get his promised pair of shorts. He looked down at himself, poking his stomach. Better not be getting a gut, not with how much he worked out.

Once clothed, he dove into the fridge to pull out the steaks, and then went to get the grill lit. They had yet to even touch the stove.

"Nah, just wanted to be sure. We hadn't invited anyone here yet." Still weird, the thought of someone here that wasn't either of them. "Might have to tidy up in the morning." It wasn't like there were sex toys everywhere, but they hadn't exactly limited their activities to the bedroom.

Standing behind Jim, Bones wrapped his arms around him. "Thank you."

Jim shrugged just a little. "Just seems like the right time, I guess? It isn't like they're staying for days." Wait, pause, look over. "Right?" He still wanted this to be their hide away, away from others, but short term did sound good.

"Clean?! Come on now... they won't care about the whip in the bedroom!"

"No, no hotel for wayward actors," Bones laughed, but then started thinking... maybe Chris might be interested in sticking around, or coming back later that evening.

It took no time to put the salad together, so Bones started chopping and slicing, getting it the way he liked it with lots of tomatoes and some sweet pepper-like fruit that he only ever found on this planet. Damn if it didn't taste good in a salad. "It's not the bedroom I'm worried about, Captain." One glance into the living area showed the sofa pillows on the floor where they left them from last night.

No doubt the lube was still around there, too.

Jim laughed, putting a flat hand above the grill to test the heat coming off it. "Beautiful." The steaks made a delicious sizzling sound when they were laid across it.

"No matter what they find, they're not going to be surprised you know. I mean, it's us." He looked over his shoulder at Bones with a teasing leer.

It's us...

Just a couple words that encapsulated so much. Was a time when Bones thought he'd never be part of an us again, would never want to tie himself like that again. Too much hurt, the drama, the pain when it all came tumbling down and broke apart.

But he'd found himself an 'us' that worked, with Jim Kirk, no less - and he wasn't ever going to let go of this one. A little snort to mask the semi-deep thoughts swimming in his head. "What do you think people think of us?" he wondered aloud as he started mixing together a pitcher of sweet tea, more curious than anything.

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