kirktastic: ((Sex - Stomach) Squish.)
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.
kirktastic: ((Sad Thoughtful) There's a pain inside.)
Jim's body was nearing the end of its limits. He knew Bones wasn't doing much better, despite them patching each other up. Trying to get proper food in both of them had been less than easy - no replicators in the house. Sleep kept getting interrupted, and Spock was anything but gentle each time as the bond was getting tighter and tighter.

He could feel Spock in his head all the time, now. It made him uncomfortable, twitchy, and almost nauseous. This thing he hadn't asked for, didn't want.

He sat on the edge of the bed in the second bedroom, staring at the wall. Bones was asleep behind him, a slow deep breathing, and thank fuck so was Spock. Spock had passed out beside Nyota hours and hours ago, and Jim had taken it to try and sleep beside Bones.

...Except he couldn't. Too much was going through his head, over and over on replay. His head throbbed, like a muscle that had been over-exercised. The feeling of something... that feeling of something... it was clearer, now.

He knew he had to answer it, soon. He planned to talk to Bones when he woke up. There was... a lot they needed to talk about.
kirktastic: ((Kirk/Bones) Friends. Lovers. Always.)
(OOC: Listen to this while reading this and your heart will shatter just that bit more.)

    The sound of the ocean filled his ears. It was familiar and beautiful, etched with the cries of sea birds in the distance. A slow deep breath filled his nose with the scents of saltwater and sand, of sun and Bones. The last one made him open his eyes, looking around from where he was laying. His heart immediately throbbed as he realized exactly where he was - back on Risa, in their cabin, wrapped in the warm confines of the sheets that had not yet forgotten the warmth of a second human body. Kirk slipped out of the sheets, feeling their familiar texture, feeling the coolness of floorboards beneath his feet. He was nude, which was how he had woken up every single morning of Risa, and could feel the sun eeking out through their sheer curtains and covering his body. He could remember laying in the sand, snuggled warm and safe without a care in the world.

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kirktastic: ((Kirk/Bones) Friends. Lovers. Always.)
After Harold woke him up way too early, Kirk had a plan going in his head. He brushed a kiss on Bones' forehead before he left the warmth of the bed and their cabin.

He left a simple note for Bones.

Bones,

Go shower.

-JTK
kirktastic: ((Captain) Pay your respects.)
Kirk was holding the grin back from his face in a near-Vulcan level of control as he walked beside Bones, heading back from the reception where everyone was still celebrating. "Hmm, Bones, need to make a pit stop." He didn't even give his lover time to complain or counter before he said, "Come on, let's go." And headed straight for the turbolift.

He bounced on his heels, excited with the rush from the party. He could feel the inquisitive look coming from Bones but said nothing, stepping out when they got to the level of the bridge.

"Bones." He turned before Bones could take more then a few steps. "Close your eyes."
kirktastic: ((Kirk/Bones) Everything to each other.)
Kirk came back from the beach still damp but uncaring. He pulled up to the cabin, hesitating only long enough to make sure the leather seat of the cycle was dried before he went to find Bones. There was a lot they needed to talk about. More then he thought he wanted to, but knew he had to.

"Bones?"
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Kirk knew just how much his friend hated flying, and knew this trip was going to be a nauseous blur for Bones. The planet evidently needed Bones in the worst way, needed a doctor that could manage a cure for this plague that an enemy had unleashed upon them, and there was no one better then Bones.

He didn't want to order Bones to go. He didn't want them fighting. He had slipped into their room late enough that Bones was asleep and had found his peace in a few hours curled up against the other man's back, smelling bourbon and sweat and Bones.

...What the hell is wrong with me? I think... I'm falling for him. I don't do relationships. They mean monogamy and faithfulness and... and... shit. I don't want to hurt him. As if he wanted that. The last thing he needs is a tomcat for a boyfriend. Bones is smarter then that.


And got up before Bones had woken up.

He stood in the doorway to the hanger, watching the last of things being loaded. There was Bones, looking pale and sweaty and terrified already. A tiny smile quirked his lips, amused. It never failed to remind him of their first meeting. Space is disease and danger wrapped in silence and darkness, you told me. But now? My whole world's here.

He walked towards the doctor, a tiny smile on his lips.

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