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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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.

Jim's lips quirked as he thought about the question, stripping down the corn into a waste disposal unit. Finally, he said slowly, "I think it depends on who the 'people' are. I think everyone sees us sort of differently. The crew sees us as Captain and Doctor... Spock sees us as that but 'bondmate' too... Chris and Karl and Zach have been us, sort of, so they probably see it all together differently."

Bones grinned, pouring a couple glasses of tea and heading toward Jim. Putting the drinks down, he stepped behind Jim, wrapped his arms around him. "I mean us, Jim. What do you think they think about us."

The two of them as a couple. For all he acted like he didn't care about the opinion of others, Bones was ridiculously nosy about things like that.

Bones' arms around him felt good, and Jim relaxed back into it but kept a close eye on the steaks. "Don't really know. I hope they see a lot of good." He slid one hand over Bones, stretching his fingers wide. If Jim had to pick any part of Bones to call his best feature, those hands were it without even having to think about it. Rapidly followed by his ass. "Why, what do you think?"

Those hands loved touching Jim, sliding and stroking and petting and holding him, all over, everywhere. "I dunno. I hope they don't think about it much at all."

But of course there had to be some gossip. "I guess I just hope they see two guys that are together, really together." He gave Jim a squeeze, wishing he could make all the jealous feelings go away. "Keep the others from hitting on you," he murmured into Jim's ear.

A shiver went through him at the murmur. "And what about everyone that hits on you? And don't give me bullshit that they don't..." He tilted his head just enough. "Really together." He could like that statement.

He nibbled on Jim's lips. "They don't," he whispered, kissing him deeper.

The smell of the meat filled his nose and he groaned, both at the taste of Jim on his tongue and the food in the air. "So, we're gonna have the guys over tomorrow. Ready to go camping day after that?"

"Hell yea," Jim murmured against Bones' lips, body reacting eagerly under Bones' hands. "I'd leave today if we were all set to go. I pawed through our equipment and it's all set, even the cheese doodles."

It was like a quest, to see if various fish across the universes bit when they fished with cheese curls. "I pulled out the knives George gave us last year, got them nice and sharp." Those, along with restringing the fishing poles, had been his responsibility.

Dinner looked about ready. "Damn, Jim, you turn a fine piece of meat." Yeah, so sometimes he just set Jim up for the sexual comments. Bones wouldn't have him any other way.

The compliment had Jim laughing, turning around in Bones' arms to press their mouths together. "You'd know better than anyone else about that, wouldn't you?" He reached down to brush his fingers between them, giving Bones a squeeze. "Maybe you'll just have to feed me some of that meat, inch by inch, hmmm?" His voice dropped to a low rumble against Bones' lips.

"Yeah," he murmured back into Jim's mouth. "I know how you like me giving it to ya slow, don't ya," They also liked it fast, rough, in the shower, bent over, standing, hanging off the table - nothing was off-limits, not yet. Bones chuckled into another kiss, wondering when the hell he'd become such a sybarite.

But his stomach was rumbling now, had to satify that beast before focusing his attention on Jim. One hand reached down and smacked Jim's ass firmly. "Dinner," he told him, pulling back and heading toward the plates of food. "Then cycling. Then messin' around."

It was his idea of a damn good evening.

He became one when he decided to kiss one James T. Kirk in the hanger bay just over a year ago.

Jim jerked a little at the smack, giving a messy grin at that, and did a quick check on the steaks before nodding. "Yessir. You can smack that later, after dinner and cycling." He laughed, taking a plate from Bones and loading it up with Bones' steak, letting his sit for just another minute or so. The corn was nice and done, with neat grill marks across the pale yellow surface.

"You're gonna ruin that," Bones shook his head sadly. Jim cooked his meat just a little more done that he himself liked it, but to each his own, he supposed.

Dinner was delicious. Bones tucked in and started devouring his meal, the two of them spending the first few minutes in silence as they ate, the occasional grunt of them chewing breaking the silence. Finally, Bones wiped his mouth with a napkin. "...'s good, Jim, real good."

"Getting a compliment from a grill master like you? You know how to catch my heart, Bones." Jim chuckled, licking his lips as they dangled right above the corn he was just biting into. "I attribute all of my success to you." He gave a little grandiose gesture with the corn along with his head in a sort of formal bow.

The meal was delicious, and it didn't take Bones long to clean his plate (and grab seconds of the corn and salad). The sun began to set in the horizon, and not for the first time Bones marveled at the idea that this little cabin was theirs. It couldn't have been more private, located on a perfect white sand beach, the small house filled with simple but luxurious furnishings.

It had to cost Jim a fortune.

The idea of the enormity of that gift overwhelmed him, and as he leaned back in his chair, he looked out at the water and back at Jim, unable to speak but feeling content and loved.

The secret of how much it cost Jim would stay a secret until the day he died, as far as he was concerned. He grew up most of his life being a refuge on his own planet or a bum, and he just didn't see the need for a lot of money. He got more credits as Captain than he could think to really spend, and on a five year mission no where to really spend it. He'd rather have the peace of mind that came with having this cabin, where he wanted good memories to fill and come with him back out into space, than a bunch of credits sitting going to waste.

Besides, it was a gift to himself as much as it was to Bones. This, unlike any place on Earth, felt like home. It was small, just big enough for the two of them to live comfortably, and everything inside was neat, clean, simple, but had an air of luxury in the softness of fabrics, the grain of wood, the texture of stone. Jim couldn't have approved more.

"Couldn't eat another bite," Jim said with a rub of his stomach, stretching backwards over the back of his seat. "Think we need to go shopping if we're gonna have a party here tomorrow?" He closed his eyes, trying to remember everything in the fridge. "We don't have any liquor at all I noticed."

Until Jim pointed it out, Bones hadn't noticed that they were out of booze. Spending so much time outside playing in the water and the surf, not to mention the sex, tired him out each night so thoroughly that he hadn't been looking for his nightly glass of bourbon or whiskey or whatever else was around. Had to think about that later...

"Yeah, probably," he agreed. "Pick up some more food, too." Bones didn't use a replicator on a planet unless he had to, didn't make sense with so much good real food around. "You know," he stood and grabbed the tin of cookies that Jim had brought with them, "I'm really looking forward to this. Hope they can come," he added, chewing on a cookies before dropping them on the table in front of Jim. Standing there, wearing only a pair of jeans, he rubbed at his extended food belly. "Damn, that was good. Probably need to walk up that mountain instead of riding up it on a cycle."

Jim ignored the cookies for now, instead chuckling at Bones' joke. "Why don't you do some exercises with me in the morning? I could teach you some basic stuff..." He yawned, his jaw hinged wide, then snapped shut again. "Good food, nice view, promising cycle ride? Best night yet." He laughed, reaching out and hooking his finger into a belt loop on Bones' jeans and pulling him close.

Then he buried his face against the little bit of pudge. "This can stay."

"Maybe," Bones replied. "Oughta go for a run on the beach, too. Last time we were here, I made it a couple miles up the beach and still never saw anyone."

Jim's face, fuck, he had no idea how those little facial expressions undid him every damn time. His hand rested on Jim's head, fingers playing with his hair. "Maybe you haven't seen my- " Bones paused, hesitating at his inability to label what Jim was to him. Partner? Lover? Boyfriend? All those seemed unsuitable for one reason or another. "...my captain. I gotta stay in shape, you know, to keep up with him."

"We don't own too much of the beach," Jim rumbled, leaving his cheek against Bones' stomach where he could hear the little gurgles of the digestive system at work. "Just enough for us.. I'd like a run on the beach, though, if you're up for company during it." He closed his eyes, content to stay like this.

"You're in the perfect shape for him. It's the exact shape he likes his doctors in. At least his chief ones." He smirked, reaching around and squeezing what was his. "Specially this part. I happen to know he really likes this shaped ass right here."

"Love the company," Bones replied, watching Jim rub against him like a cat.

Alley cat, that's what he used to call Jim, back in the days when Jim showed up in his room when he needed food and medical care. Lean and wary and skittish, Bones used to wonder what would happen to that kid.

Now he couldn't live without him. "We better get going," Bones told him, hands holding Jim's shoulders, neck, head, anything he could touch and caress. "Or I'm gonna drag you into that bedroom."

"Fucking tempting," Jim growled, looking up from where he was. He stretched a little, then pulled himself up until he could press their lips together. "Great, now I'm going cycling with a hardon. Guess you'll just have to fix that along the way, mmm?"

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