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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"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?"

"Maybe just help it along, until we get there." Another kiss, pulling back on Jim's bottom lip slow. "You remember last year?" A memorable afternoon, a spectacular evening they shared.

Remembering the feeling of Jim sliding inside him, filling him up and open, first time anyone had done that to him. Kissing Jim's temple, he sighed, a little smile on his face.

"How could I forget?" Jim shivered, leaving their heads together. "Just need to make sure to bring some lube with us." He knew Bones opened up slow, and maybe he just wanted to spend some time with his fingers knuckle deep so he could get Bones on the edge until he took him. Yea... that sounded good.

There was nothing like the feeling of Jim stretching him slow, always making sure he wouldn't be hurt or sore. No one else, no one he trusted - not because he didn't think it would feel good, but - fucking him, sliding inside him - that was for Jim.

Why that mattered to him, Leonard had no idea, but that one thing, that belonged to Jim and no one else. "I'll get it," he said, another squeeze before he pulled back. "Gotta get dressed, I guess," he chuckled, wondering where he'd kicked off his shoes.

They spent most of their time here sans clothes.

"Dressed? What's that again?" Jim sounded honestly confused, then laughed as he followed Bones into the bedroom. He did actually get dressed in some proper clothing, and even thought to grab a blanket so they didn't end up with grass stains everywhere. "Bones, I'm missing a shoe. Where the hell is my sneaker?" He tried looking under the bed, huffing.

"On the porch," Bones replied, digging in a drawer they'd appropriated for their sex toys and supplements. "You threw it at me last night... " he muttered.

How quickly they forgot.

"Right!" Jim went dashing out there with one sneaker one, hopping up and down to get the other. He tugged on his jacket and called out into the house, "come on, let's go!" He went out to the cycle, running his hands over it.

"Hey beautiful."

"Dammit, Jim, I've asked you not to call me that," Bones said jokingly as he stepped up behind him. "Oh wait - you're talking to the bike."

It was a gorgeous cycle, even someone as uncultured in motorcycles could see that it was quality. Despite the availability of hovercycles, the purist in Jim seemed to prefer the wheeled cycles, and Bones appreciated it. The feel of the ground below him gave him a sense of security - at least until Jim started driving at break-neck speeds.

Yet here he was, climbing on the back of Jim's bike. "You got an idea where we're going?"

Jim slid onto the bike, straddling the saddle and feeling it warm from the sun between his thighs. "Not a damn clue. I'll know when we get there." He started the engine, shivering at the feeling of it. "Sorry Bones, but you have some competition in her." He stroked the cycle once before knocking up the stand and sending her down the small drive and out onto the path that served as the road until a proper road was beneath her wheels.

"I'll share you, I guess," he grumbled playfully, the thrum of the engine under his legs. Instinctively his arms wrapped around Jim as they drove down the road.

They had to pass the town before they could head out toward the mountains, and Bones could see the town's residents and tourists making the change from afternoon activities to night time outings. It really was a magnet for all sorts of species, humanoids (and others).

Jim let his speed pick up once they were out in the mountains, letting the world outside of the wind in his hair, the cycle under him, the man at his back, and the road beneath them vanish. He wasn't a captain, he wasn't part of Starfleet, just himself in ways sometimes he forgot he could be.

They went past some beautiful country as the sun started setting, bathing the whole world in crimson. Jim only flicked on the headlight when he couldn't see anymore, driving deeper and deeper along the solitary road.

It was getting dark now, proper evening, the forest canopy above them blocking out even more of the star light as they passed in and out of the trees.

Jim's body was warm, and Bones pulled himself closer. Being here, the smell o the trees and curve of the road filled his head with memories, the best memories. He let his hands slide up and down Jim's torso and he playfully pinched a nipple again as his teeth grazed the back of Jim's neck.

"Feel so good," he murmured into Jim's skin, rubbing himself against Jim's backside.

It was harder to concentrate on the road when his body was getting more interested in Bones' hands and mouth than what they were doing. He slowed down some, leaning back into Bones' weight. "Gonna get us killed," said just barely loud enough to be heard, wanting more of it.

Then the canopy broke above them, leaving the stars spread out wide above them. Jim took it as a sign, bringing the cycle to the side of the road and just idling there, tightening his thighs.

He noted Jim didn't say 'stop', so he didn't, but he watched to make sure Jim was still in control of the cycle as his hands slid down and rested on Jim's thighs, grasping at them.

He breathed a sigh of relief when Jim stopped driving. His hands reached around and found Jim's face, twisting his body until he found Jim's mouth and kissed him, deep.

All the concentrated passion from the cycle ride up here came out in that kiss as Jim kissed Bones hard, tugging on his lower lip with his teeth, wanting them to be a little bruised and flushed when he was done. Thanks to Bones' play earlier and his teasing now, Jim could feel the vibrations of the humming cycle going straight up through his groin until he gasped with it. "...I'm gonna fuck you over this cycle at this rate," he groaned into Bones' mouth.

"Yeah," he groaned back, the image of that filling his head. Bones was falling off the cycle as he shifted off the seat, reaching for Jim, tearing at his clothing, fingers found their way under his shirt.

"Want you... in me... now," he murmured, licking at the inside of Jim's mouth. He was so hard now, putting himself in Jim's hands, whatever Jim wanted to do to him.

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