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The old farmhouse has seen better days, probably a couple of centuries ago, at least. There aren’t any of the modern conveniences here, just a lot of appliances that are practically antique and a bathroom with a shower that doesn’t seem to have enough hot water. This is the first time that Jim’s been here, since his mother bought it after she divorced Frank. By then, Jim had already left, and his relationship with her was practically non-existent. Sure, he’s always loved her because she’s his mom and nothing can change that, but there’ve been trust issues and abandonment issues and a bunch of other issues he’s never really thought about.

Not until two years ago when she showed up at his graduation and began to make an effort. There have been communications since then, videos and gifts and things that he’s never realized he missed growing up with a mom who put work ahead of the son who reminded her so much of the man she lost. Despite all that, this is the first time he’s actually accepted one of her invitations to visit during shore leave. He’s trying to make an effort, too, even if it’s taken a few near death experiences, his first real relationship that he hopes lasts in that forever-happily ever after ridiculous way he’s never even believed in until the last twenty months, too much self-analysis and thinking about the past, and a lot of time for him to reach this point.

Still, it feels good to be here. His mom seems really happy to have this opportunity, and he’s enjoying the chance to get to know her better. They’ve been here for three days already, not that he’s keeping track the way he thought he would before they arrived. His mom has accepted Bones and his position in Jim’s life, so there hasn’t been much awkwardness there. The worst bit was discussing the sleeping arrangements, since the bed in the guest bedroom on the second floor isn’t big enough for two grown men. Fortunately, there’s a bed big enough in the attic, so they just claimed that bedroom as theirs.

It might have been worth squeezing together in the other bed if they realized how damn hot the attic could get and how sound seems to carry up there to other rooms below them. They discovered that after the first night, when his mom made a teasing comment about how loud they get even as she blushed a deep shade of red. Of course, that meant Bones wouldn’t touch him at all last night for fear his mother would hear and be shocked at them having sex. It had been too hot for sex anyway, but Jim’s still sulking about Bones being able to resist him.

It’s been another hot summer day, but there’s going to be a storm tonight, so things should cool down some. Jim has been sitting on the front porch with his mom, drinking iced tea and watching the sky while they talked about those years both of them prefer to avoid thinking about, much less discussing. When he sees the first flash of lightning across the dark sky, he takes it as a sign to say goodnight. His emotions are a bit raw, and he really just needs Bones, but it’s not like he can say that aloud. His mom seems to understand anyway, giving him the smile that he thinks somehow looks sad but proud as she tells him to go on upstairs.

As he walks up the stairs, he can’t help but think he’d be the same way if he lost Bones. There wouldn’t be any children to have to take care of, though, so it wouldn’t matter so much if his heart was broken. He could focus on work and live in the memories of happier times like his mom had done without leaving kids to deal with a replacement who never really meant anything to her because no one could replace George Kirk. If he and Bones did have kids, he isn’t sure what he’d do if Bones died and left him. He isn’t sure that he could be a good parent in those circumstances, either, so maybe he’s starting to forgive his mom a little more because he can finally understand what it’s like to love someone so much that living without them would be nearly impossible. By the time he reaches the attic, he’s managed to give himself a headache.

He enters the attic and is relieved to see Bones sitting up in bed reading one of his antique books. There’s not any electricity up here, so the room is bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. Jim just stares at Bones, slightly overwhelmed at the vision of him bare-chested with his long fingers curled around the worn leather cover of his book. When Bones looks up at him and arches a brow, he says, “You can’t die before me.”

There’s a moment of silence as Bones studies him before he drawls, “Alright. But you can’t die before me, either.”

“You’d be able to survive without me. I don’t know if I could without you,” he whispers. “I’d be even worse than my mom because I’ll have you longer than she had my dad.”

“You’re wrong, Jim. I don’t think I’m strong enough to, not without you,” Bones says simply. There’s a sincerity in his voice that sounds almost as raw as Jim feels right now, and he realizes as he stands there listening to the sound of rain start hitting the roof that this is the first time they’ve really ever discussed them, in a future sort of way.

“We’ll just die together then,” he says firmly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the ground. “But not for another hundred years or so, okay?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Bones murmurs. Jim kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants down past his hips, letting them fall around his ankles. Bones closes his book and sets it on the tiny table that’s beside the bed, the muscles in his arms and back distracting Jim from the whole getting undressed thing. He trips on his pants, falling to his knees on the hard wood floor.

“Damn it.” He looks up at Bones and smiles sheepishly. “It’s your fault for being so well-built.”

“I’m not gaining weight and becoming flabby because you can’t take off your pants without falling.” Bones smiles slightly and runs his fingers through his hair. “You okay?”

“Think I bruised my knee. You can kiss it better.” Jim leers before he reaches down to push his tangled pants off his ankles. He crawls to the bed, since it’s close and he can feel Bones watching him with that ‘might not be able to resist sex tonight’ look.

When Jim climbs into bed, Bones reaches for his leg, leaning down and pressing his lips against his kneecap. “That better?”

“Other knee,” Jim says huskily. He shifts to let Bones kiss it, reaching out to lightly stroke his bare back. “You’re sweaty.”

“It’s hot as hell in here,” Bones grumbles before he nuzzles Jim’s knee.

“The rain will help cool it down. I like you sticky and sweaty, but I prefer when I’m the cause.” He keeps is voice low, knowing that his mom won’t be able to overhear them if they’re careful.

“You ready to sleep?” Bones asks, turning his head so that he can look up at Jim. His cheek brushes against Jim’s knee, the stubble on his jaw rubbing lightly across his skin.

“No, not sleep.” Jim reaches down towards him. “Too hot to sleep yet. Maybe we can just lie here and watch the lightning? I used to enjoy doing that when I was a kid. I always loved storms.”

“You would. They’re unpredictable, tumultuous, and slightly dangerous, just like you.” Bones straightens up and touches Jim’s jaw. “They’re also passionate, beautiful, and oddly exciting.”

Jim leans forward and kisses him. “Blow out the candle,” he murmurs against Bones’ lips. He decides to take off his underwear because there’s really no point in keeping them on. His mom isn’t going to show up unannounced, not after that first night and everything she must have heard, so he reaches down to wiggle out of them while Bones gets rid of the light.

He listens and watches the shadow of Bones as he, too, takes off his underwear. Once Bones is finished, Jim moves against him, curling into him and getting comfortable as they lie down. “You do realize that snuggling in this heat is probably going to make it even more uncomfortable?” Bones moves his hand to rest on Jim’s hip, fingers gliding back and forth across his skin.

“We’re gonna be hot anyway.” Jim looks out the window to watch the stormy sky as he trails his fingertips along Bones’ collarbone. He’s on his side, pressed into Bones, and he shifts his leg to tangle with Bones’ legs. They’re sweaty enough that their skin sticks together, the hairs on their legs clinging to each other, and Jim almost feels like they’re two parts of one whole. That’s too abstract to explain, so he keeps the thought to himself, but it makes sense to him.

“Did you and your mom have a good talk?” Bones moves his fingers higher, tickling Jim’s ribs and making him bite back a giggle.

“I think so,” he says, brushing his thumb over Bones’ nipple as a flash of lightning fills the room with temporary brightness. A crash of thunder follows soon after. “There’s a lot of stuff we’ve never talked about, that’s hard to talk about. I feel kinda raw about it all.”

“You looked it, when you came into the room,” Bones says. “I was worried.”

Jim turns his head, pressing his lips against sweaty skin. “Shouldn’t worry so much. You’ll get gray hair before you’re forty,” he murmurs. “I’m doing okay, honest. It’s a bit emotional, being back in Iowa and dealing with my mom, but it’s good. I’m ready for it, and maybe I wasn’t ready before. ‘sides, you’re here, so I know I’m safe.”

“Keep your hand higher. That tickles.” Bones shifts as Jim touches the wisps of hair beneath his bellybutton. “I’m not that concerned about my hair, by the way. With you in my life, I’ll be lucky if I don’t pull it all out by the time I’m forty.”

“I’ll still want you even if you’re bald,” Jim reassures him, deliberately tickling his lower belly again. The sound of rain falling against the roof is getting louder, and he can hear the house sigh as it shifts in the damp weather. “Before we leave, I think I’ll buy a bigger bed for the guest room, so we can stay there next time we visit.”

“Hmm. I dunno. I kinda like it up here,” Bones drawls, tickling Jim’s ribs again in obvious payback for the tummy tickle. Jim can’t keep back the giggle this time and presses closer to Bones as he lazily keeps moving his fingers up and down Jim’s side.

“Would like it better if my mom hadn’t heard me begging for your dick to fuck me harder,” he mumbles in between breathless giggles. He slides his leg up Bones’ leg, pressing his thigh against his cock. “Of course, she heard you begging, too.”

“I’d rather not think about your mom when we’re naked in bed,” Bones says. Another flash of lightning nearby lights the room, and a roar of thunder practically shakes the house. “What were you thinking about, when you came back?”

“Serious stuff that’ll make everything too heavy if I talk about it now.” It’s honest, and he doesn’t really want to ruin this playful mood that they both seem to be in right now. Thinking about futures and defining things and maybe adopting kids in like a dozen years when they want a home that isn’t a starship because Jim realizes that he wants that with Bones, wants all of the things he never imagined for himself, is too much for a hot lazy night during a Midwest thunderstorm. Those are things to discuss some other time, at some later date when Jim isn’t caught up in the past and fears of possible futures where he ends up like his mom.

Bones is quiet, and Jim wonders if he’s ruined the mood anyway, without intending to. The rain is falling harder, and he tilts his head slightly so that he can look out at the stormy sky while listening to Bones breathe. Finally, Bones moves his hand, his fingers tracing the curve of Jim’s asscheek before lightly teasing their way up towards his lower back. Jim sighs when a finger brushes against his asshole, his cock hardening even more as he rocks his hips forward. “We’ll talk about it some other time then, darlin’,” Bones murmurs, shifting so that his own erection is rubbing against Jim’s thigh.

“You don’t have any idea what it does to me when you call me that.” Jim moves his hand up Bones’ chest, touching his nipples again. Instead of the lazy teasing from before, he’s more focused this time. He knows what Bones likes, how sensitive he is, and he hears the low groan as he twists a nipple, flicking it with his fingers before twisting again.

“Of course I do. Why do you think I call you that?” Bones’ voice is almost a growl as he grips Jim’s ass and pulls his body over onto him. Jim moves so that he’s in a better position over Bones then begins to lick and nibble everywhere he can reach. Their cocks slide against each other as he rolls his hips, and he feels Bones’ hand on his back and his ass.

“Have to be quiet,” Jim reminds him before he scrapes his teeth over Bones’ nipple. That earns him a sharp slap on the ass, which makes him arch forward, grinding his dick against Bones’.

“I’m not the vocal one, asshole,” Bones says, reaching his hand between them. Jim whimpers when those long fingers wrap around their cocks and begin to tug. It’s an awkward angle, and they’re both moving too much for Bones to hold firmly, but it still feels good. Jim continues to lick and suck and nibble his way over Bones’ bare skin, nuzzling his neck before sucking a mark that’ll definitely be there tomorrow. That earns him another slap to the ass, which makes him laugh against Bones’ sweaty skin.

“Gonna fuck you so hard later,” he says. “Gonna make you beg and moan and whimper, Bones.”

“When I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to sit down,” Bones growls before latching his teeth into Jim’s shoulder and biting down hard. Jim cries out as he bucks forward and comes. He feels the bed beneath his back as Bones rolls them over and grinds into him, hips thrusting forward desperately as Jim’s semen splashes against their skin. Bones comes soon after, tensing before he spills onto their dicks and Jim’s belly.

Jim sucks in deep breaths as he strokes Bones’ back, kissing him thoroughly as a flash of lighting illuminates the room. The thunder that follows is barely audible when all he can focus on is the beating of their hearts and the gasps that fill the air in between needy kisses. The rain is cooling the house down, just like he said it would. They’re sweaty and sticky, the cooler air tingling against his skin as he moves against Bones. The hair on their bodies sticks together, the semen mixing between them slowly drying, and he knows that Bones will eventually bitch about the mess and use whatever he can find to wipe them clean before they snuggle and eventually sleep.

For now, though, they kiss and touch damp skin while lazily rocking into each other. The sound of rain and thunder drowns out their whispers of need and want and love that spill from swollen lips in between kisses that curl his toes and make him tighten his grip on Bones as he pulls him closer and doesn’t let go.

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