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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"No way, I want to take my time.." Jim pulled Bones off to the grass there on the side, rolling him over to his stomach. "Want to see this in the air," and cracked Bones on his backside before reaching under him and undoing the fly.

Bones made an 'oompf' noise at the smack and worked at his pants quickly, pulling them down as Jim was trying to get him undressed.

Soft grass under his fingers, he rested his head on the ground, tucking his knees under him and offering himself up to Jim's ministrations.

...There was no better sight in all the universe.

Jim looked with reverence over Bones, spreading his palms across Bones' back until he could slide them across firm muscle. He squeezed slowly, using his thumbs to pull the skin away so he could brush the edge of one across the sensitive flesh between. "Shit, Bones..."

He could feel Jim examining him, hear Jim's loud breathing behind him. The air was warm, a perfect evening, and despite being outside, Bones knew they were alone, not another soul for miles.

One hand reached for his cock, dangling below him and he grasped it, pulling it slowly.

Jim took only a few seconds to grab the lube they bought, cracking it open and drizzling some between Bones' cheeks. His fingers scooped it, slid it back over flesh again, teasing at the opening until it relaxed under his touch. He looked down just enough to catch a glimpse of hand over cock and groaned.

"You have any idea how good you look like this?" He pressed the tip of one in, smoothing downwards with the flat of the pad then back in again.

There was a quick inhale at the feel of the fingertip breaching him. Bones had an idea of how he looked but he didn't want to think about that, just wanted to focus on the feelings, the sensation of being so exposed out here in the open.

Trust Jim, he did, with his life and more. Bones pressed back into Jim's hand with a quiet groan.

"Just like that," Jim breathed out, working his finger in until he could feel the inner ring, waiting for it to loosen until he pressed in further. "Right about here, baby? Yea, I think so..." He curled his finger inward, feeling that spot right beneath his fingertip.

Fuck, yeah, it was there, that spot. Bones made a loud groaning sound, hanging his head low at the feel of it. Jim knew his body, knew parts of it that Bones himself didn't know.

His cock twitched at the brush against his prostate and he grasped it harder, slowing the strokes. "...Jim."

"Yea? All you have to do is tell me..." It was all tease, but Jim could barely focus beyond what was right in front of him. He rocked his finger a few times, just for the feel of how Bones reacted, before pulling back enough to start getting another finger inside of him. "Just relax and open up for me. Fuck are you tight.."

He was relaxed, as much as he could be, but he could feel his body wrapped tight around Jim's fingers. Bones' back arched and his head dropped even further, resting on his hand. "...God, wanna feel you in me."

Jim always fucked him good and deep, burying that long cock to the hilt inside him, and every time Bones thought Jim couldn't get any further, he managed to push even deeper.

"You'll have me, promise," Jim murmured, almost fascinated by the sight caught in the faint light from the cycle's headlight of his fingers shining as they moved into Bones' body, stroked the insides of him before pulling back again. "Think you could take along one though."

The idea shivered down his spine, rubbing a third finger against the other two to get it slick then slowly pressing those fingers into Bones' body, feeling him stretch wide around them.

This time the noise that came out of Bones cut the air, as he cried out, unable to keep it inside. His hand dropped from his cock as he grabbed at the ground, needing to brace himself against Jim's explorations.

But he was ready. He wanted more. "Fuck me."

Jim groaned low at the sight of Bones coming undone like this. He shoved down his jeans, stroking himself once before pouring more lube over his cock. It was easy to lean over Bones, lining himself up and pressing himself in. Bones was always so tight, so hot around him, that it never failed to make him lose himself in it, staying still and buried.

"Fuck, Bones..." He leaned forward, knees spread, holding onto Bones' sides to keep himself up.

There was no way for them to so this slow, not when they were both so heated and worked up. It took a moment for Bones to breathe, that too-full feeling taking over and erasing everything in his head. All this thoughts centered around the man inside him, leaning on him, over him.

Taking a breath, he pushed back, letting Jim know it was okay to move.

Jim groaned at the movement, then rocked his body once, getting a feel for it all over again. The world slimmed itself down, narrowed to now, the flesh under his hands, the sound of Bones breathing hard as he took him.

He slid a hand beneath them, wrapping his fingers around Bones and pulling slow, moving in time with himself until he felt Bones shuddering under him, body open and slick against him.

He could almost handle it all, the feeling of being fucked by Jim until that slick hand grasped him, drawing out even more pleasure from him. His head rested against his folded arms as he was pushed forward with each long stroke.

Bones' back arched each time Jim filled him, grunting harder and faster as the thrusts became stronger, Jim opening him wide. His whole body shook as he felt himself letting go, letting Jim use him for whatever pleasure he wanted.

That idea, picturing the look on Jim's face as he fucked him, made Bones groan again.

It was rare that Bones would open himself up like this, just sink into their pleasure and totally feel it without being in the majority in control. Jim had no problem with that; the mixture kept him interested, active, wanting more. It made the moments like this that much worth while.

He took Bones harder, bent over Bones' back. A droplet of sweat fell from Jim's brow and slid along tanned flesh. His nails bit into skin more, dragging down along Bones' sides until they grabbed at his hips.

His hand moved faster over Bones, pulling hard at his cock, finding no breath to murmur low against his skin.

It was hard for Bones to let go like this, to let someone else possess him like this.

Or at least it had been, before he met Jim. He could follow orders as well as the next man, but even professionally he needed to be the leader of his own section. But he trusted Jim, first with his friendship, then his surprisingly good leadership skills, and last with his heart, soul, and body. He knew Jim was good at all things sexual, but it was more than that - Jim would want him to enjoy it, to want it, to beg for it.

And that's what he was doing now, wanting more. "Fuck, harder Jim..." he grunted as Jim fucked him, over and over.

(OOC: .....>.< fucking emails, I never even got a tag from this! Sorry bb I should have checked the thread itself.)

Jim groaned in response to Bones' begging, responding to it and thrusting in harder, pulling back on Bones' hips to bring them together harder, deeper as they fucked on the side of some dark Risa road. He needed this, once in a while, almost as if to prove to some deeper part of his unconscious that their relationship was as equal as his conscious knew. It was so easy to let Bones take the reins of their time in the bedroom most of the time and sink into him, feel Bones' need for it.

They must have looked like animals, Bones thought, before another hard thrust slammed that idea out of his head.

He felt his knees buckling under him, and he fell forward until he lay prone on the ground, Jim still pistoning into him. Bones felt himself humping into the ground, his cock brushing against the blanket that pooled under them. He could see Jim's hand next to him and he reached for it, lacing their fingers together tightly, hoping Jim could feel how much all of this was for him.

Jim's fingers dug into the blanket and the ground beneath it, his breathing hard above Bones. It felt like all the cool night air was gone and there was just the heat between their bodies, molding them together and everything that it could mean. His head bent until his forehead touched Bones' back, feeling hot sweat there, his hips jerking erratically as he got close, close, until everything melted, tightened, and released.

It left him pinned against Bones' backside, his hand squeezing tight on the flesh in it until it shook with the effort of it. There was only just enough mind, the rest of it gone and spinning out in the stars looking down on them, to pick up the pace his hand had been setting before he stopped. "...C...Come on, baby," Jim whispered against the skin his lips could taste.

It was as if Jim's words pulled it out of him, drew his orgasm out slow into Jim's hand. He shuddered, his whole body shaking from the strength of it all.

His head rested on the ground as he tried to catch his breath, feeling Jim's weight sliding on him. Nothing like this, he told himself as turned his head and sought out Jim's mouth, knowing he never wanted anything more than this.

A light kiss back, then Jim pulled out and rolled off to the side, flopping lazily as he watched Bones with a lazy grin on his lips. Bones looked good after a good fuck, always did, and now he looked wrung out and well fucked.

Jim reached out and brushed his fingers over Bones' hair that was fallen out of place. His. "Let's get off the side of the road and just stay here?"

That sounded fucking fine to him - Bones didn't relish the idea of a cycle ride back to their place just yet, not with an ass as sore as his was going to be for the next few hours.

Kissing Jim soft, Bones sighed and lay on his back a moment before sitting up. Yeah, this place was a little more exposed than he cared for. Still not quite believing what they had done, he gathered bits of clothes and shoes and blanket. "After you, captain," he murmured, smiling at the twigs and grass in Jim's hair. Bones decided he must look a sight.

Jim laughed a little and forced himself up, grabbing at his clothing and then the blanket itself. He looked around, then just turned off the cycle and walked out into the field he had parked beside. He spread the blanket back out, dumping his clothing onto a corner of it, and then waded back through the tall grass to get the cycle further off the road. "It won't get cold enough that we're going to have to worry or anything, we should be okay like this."

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

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