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“This is a stupid game.” Bones frowns and folds his arms across his chest in a way that makes him resemble a sulking five year old instead of a thirty-three year old man.

Jim has to bite his lip hard to keep from smiling. “I’m having fun.”

“You would.” Bones continues to frown. “You have a pile of fake credits and have built space stations all over the damn place. There’s no reason for you to not be having fun. Asshole.”

“You still have credits, and there’s an opportunity to build more space stations because I don’t own all the property yet,” Jim points out, unable to keep the smugness out of his voice.

“Fuck you.” Bones really shouldn’t be so sexy when he’s sulking, but Jim is biased. He thinks Bones is always sexy. The sulking just makes his lips curl in a certain way that makes Jim think about kissing even more than usual.

“Don’t be a sore loser,” he says bluntly. “You’re the one who wanted to play this game.”

“Only because you always mention chess whenever we’re planning to relax,” Bones says. “I’m not Spock, Jim. You know that I don’t like playing chess.”

“I know that you’re not Spock. You don’t have to remind me whenever we have a disagreement like this.” He taps his fingers against his thigh and stares at Bones. “This isn’t about the game, is it?”

“Of course it is.” Bones scowls and shifts, not meeting Jim’s gaze.

“Liar.” Jim looks down at the game board for a moment before focusing back on Bones. “It’s about the visit to New Vulcan and whatever you and old Spock talked about.”

“We left there last week. If I’d had any issues, I wouldn’t have waited this long to talk about them.” Bones nods at the board. “It’s your turn, since I’m stuck in the damn Klingon jail.”

“If it had really bothered you, you’d wait until I forced you to talk. Do you think I don’t know you well enough by now to know that?” Jim shakes his head. “What’s wrong? I’m not taking my turn until you tell me.”

“Like that’s a threat? I’m losing this damn game,” Bones reminds him, finally looking up. “It’s probably better if we just call it quits.”

A cold feeling spreads through Jim, starting in his gut and moving through his blood until he feels almost numb because he knows that Bones isn’t talking about the game. “You don’t mean that,” he says. “What the hell did that old Vulcan tell you, Bones?”

“Nothing that I didn’t already know.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I’m a doctor, not an encyclopedia.”

“Hell, Bones. What does that even mean?” Jim tightens his grip on his thigh so he won’t reach over to touch Bones. “Talk to me, damn it. I’m not letting you end us over a board game like the last two and a half years means nothing.”

“I’m not part of the equation, Jim. Do you know people wrote songs--fucking songs--about you and Spock in that world? Your friendship was so damn epic that the entire universe knew, like nothing else existed in your lives but this ship and each other,” Bones says, sounding angry and defeated all at the same time. “You’d told me about it, that you two were supposed to be a great team, but I foolishly let myself believe that there’d still be a place for me. I was wrong.”

“No. You were there, too. It was the three of us then, and we’re all friends now, too,” Jim tells him. “And this isn’t that world. I’m not that Jim. My life isn’t his, and it’s not going to be. Even old Spock has seen that, finally, so what the hell is this? Do you not want me anymore? Is that it?”

“No, that’s not it,” Bones snaps. “Don’t you get it, Jim? He had so many memories, talked about you like you were his soulmate or some shit like that, and I don’t want to keep waiting for that to happen here, alright?”

“I get it, Bones. I had him inside my head, so trust me, I get it.” He finally gives up and reaches over to grip Bones’ hand, scared for a moment that Bones might not let him. “But it isn’t going to happen here. It’s memories of another man with my name, but that’s all. Hell, we don’t even look alike, you know? He had you and Spock and, alright, so his epic whatever, because, thank fuck, I don’t know how deep that relationship went, was with Spock, but he isn’t me. Or I’m not him. We’re not them.”

Bones turns his hand over so he can entwine their fingers, which is a positive sign. Jim can understand the mind fuck that is talking to old Spock. He still gets a bit weird after it, though it has been getting a little better since the old man seemed to realize that Jim wasn’t his Jim in ways beyond just their childhoods and family backgrounds. Different hopes for the future, different goals, different interests and beliefs and attractions and too many other things that old Spock can’t just ignore, though Jim’s relationship with Bones had probably been the final irrevocable proof that he was different from the other Jim.

Bones squeezes his hand and looks at him, flashing a rather sheepish smile. “I know we’re not them, Jim. It just…it was overwhelming, I guess. And you and Spock do have this odd connection that Nyota and I can’t just ignore.”

“Spock and I work well together, and we’re friends, but that’s it. I have no interest in dying young and only loving my ship and having strong friendships with you and him to leave behind, like the other me did,” he admits quietly. “You’re jealous over memories of a man with my name, which I do understand because it’s a lot to take in and this was really your first time being around old Spock, but there’s no reason to worry about us.”

“I’m not jealous,” Bones denies, tightening his grip on Jim’s hand. When Jim merely looks at him, he grimaces. “Maybe a little, but, damn it, Jim. Songs?”

“If you want, I can write a song about us,” Jim offers, stroking his fingers across the back of Bones’ hand.

“You can’t even write a poem that rhymes.” Bones rolls his eyes.

“Are you ever going to let me forget that?” Jim pouts. “It was our first anniversary and I was trying to be romantic. Besides, not all poetry has to rhyme.”

“Except when you’re writing the kind that does.” Bones ducks his head and Jim can see a smile, which makes him start to relax. “I don’t need songs or for everyone in the universe to talk about us. Hell, I’d hate that, actually.”

“What do you need then?” Jim’s willing to do anything that he can to make Bones stop feeling threatened by something that happened in another reality.

Bones looks at him for a long time, just studying his face in a silence that doesn’t ever become uncomfortable. Finally, he says, “I’ve already got you, so I don’t need anything else.”

Jim slowly smiles. “You’re such a softy,” he teases, leaning over to kiss Bones lightly.

“I am not,” Bones grumbles, nipping at Jim’s bottom lip before he looks down at the board game in front of them. “It’s really not fair that you’re so good at this damn game.”

“I’m good with numbers,” Jim says. “It’s all about credits and buying property and building shit. I’m not just a pretty face, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah. Genius with high test scores. I’ve heard it before,” Bones says. “You’re also a lucky asshole.”

“Well, that, too.” Jim smirks and picks up the old-fashioned dice. “This is pretty fun, though, and it’s nice to have something to play besides chess. Especially because you bitch every single move even when you kick my ass at it, Mister ‘I hate chess and never want to play’.”

“Just because I don’t enjoy playing it doesn’t mean I can’t be good at it,” Bones points out smugly. “Now take your turn so we can get this damn game finished.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jim winks before he rolls the dice. He moves his starship the nine spaces indicated and grins when he lands on the square with Bones’ tricorder. “Look, I’m being a loyal boyfriend and visiting you in jail. Do you think Klingons allow conjugal visits at Rura Penthe?”

Bones snorts. “I doubt it. And it’s probably your fault that I was arrested in the first place, so you’d damn well better be visiting me.”

He leans down to pick up a square card made of actual paper. The game isn’t that old, maybe a few decades, but it’s a replica of a game that started centuries ago, so the makers apparently have tried to imitate it down to the paper credits and colored cards. Bones found it in a junk shop during their last shore leave, and Jim’s actually glad because it has the potential to be fun, when they’re not dealing with more serious issues while playing. He holds up the card to Bones and smiles. “I have one of these cards to get you out of jail. However, you don’t have nearly enough credits to buy it from me.”

“I’m not exchanging sex for some silly card,” Bones tells him. “So stop leering and waggling your eyebrows like they’re about to fly off your head.”

“Bones! I’m shocked at your dirty mind,” he says, gasping and attempting to look innocent. “I would never suggest such a thing.”

“Oh, really?” Bones drawls. “What did you have in mind then?”

“I want to kiss you,” he decides. “In exchange, you get the card. Then, we can go to one of my space stations on Risa and have lots of sex.”

“I don’t think a starship and tricorder can have sex.” Bones arches a brow and purses his lips. “Nor do I think that’s the appropriate way to play the game. I’d have to read through the rules carefully to see if there’s anything about skipping spaces so the game pieces can have nights of debauchery in Risa.”

“You can read the rules while I kiss you. I want five kisses now because you’re being a pain in the ass.” Jim waves the card around and smiles when Bones glares at him.

“This is a stupid game,” Bones says for the tenth time, or maybe it’s the eleventh by now, but he takes the card. “Five kisses.”

“Would I get more if I have someone write a song about us?” he asks, shifting so that he’s facing Bones more fully on the sofa.

“Damn it, Jim. Drop the song nonsense,” he demands before Jim kisses him to stop the tirade. Jim deepens the kiss, touching Bones’ face as their tongues curl together.

He pulls back and says, “That’s one.” He reaches down to tug on the hem of Bones’ shirt, pushing it up underneath Bones’ armpits.

“I don’t remember stripping me being part of the deal.” Bones is watching him, and Jim is glad to see that he no longer has that worried ‘I’m going to lose you to Spock’ look on his face. That fear’s probably still there, lurking beneath the surface, but Jim has time to prove that he’s not the other James Kirk and for Bones to stop being scared that this thing between them is going to end anytime soon, if ever.

“Ah, but you didn’t specify where I had to kiss you. Consider it taking advantage of my excellent negotiation skills,” Jim says before he leans down and kisses Bones’ chest, flicking out his tongue to lazily lick at a hard nipple. As he pulls back, he deliberately scrapes his teeth against it. “Two.”

“Jim, we’re trying to finish playing this damn game,” Bones says, voice catching when Jim trails his fingers across his belly.

“We’re still playing. You’ve been in jail, and I’m simply expressing my pleasure at your recent release,” Jim explains matter-of-factly. He pushes Bones back against the sofa, noticing that there isn’t any protesting about that, and then nuzzles Bones’ belly before he places a kiss in the middle of the trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of Bones’ pants. He licks after, dipping his tongue into Bones’ bellybutton before licking the trail of hair. “That’s three.”

“This isn’t in the rules.” Bones’ voice is low and husky, almost growling, which somehow manages to arouse Jim even more. Jim looks up at him and smirks as he slowly begins to unbutton Bones’ pants. “You can’t just make up your own rules for a game that’s existed for several centuries.”

“Wanna bet?” Jim shifts and tugs on the pants. “Hips up, Bones. Two more kisses left.” Bones just looks at him, so he starts singing off-key. “He’s a sexy doctor from Georgia who loves a handsome captain from Iowa.” Before he can finish the exaggerated pronunciation of Iowa, Bones lifts his hips.

“I thought you were trying to seduce me, not torture me,” Bones grumbles as Jim pulls his pants off, leaving him in his underwear.

“That song would be so much better than anything in that other world,” Jim says confidently before he moves his face against the erection pressing against Bones’ underwear. “Looks like part of you is in favor of my seduction techniques.”

“Not if you were singing it.” Bones reaches down to touch Jim’s hair, just dragging his fingers over the locks while he keeps staring at him.

Jim just smiles and rubs his face over Bones’ underwear, using his nose and chin to press against the fabric and create friction. There’s a damp spot already, so he licks at it, listening to Bones’ breathing and the sharp intake of breath after one particularly slow lick. He teases with licks and rubbing until Bones groans, the noise almost a desperate whine. When he hears that, he kisses the wet spot. “Four.”

“You fucking tease,” Bones growls, his hips bucking up to try to get more friction where he needs it.

“One more.” Jim looks at Bones’ flushed face and wet lips, enjoying the sight as he eases the underwear down and pushes them out of the way. He turns his focus to Bones’ cock, which is hard and throbbing as it bobs in the air. “You’re so hard, Bones. After just a few kisses, you’re already desperate for me. How could you ever think that I’d want anyone else when I have this?”

“Jim, stop talking.” Bones shifts on the sofa, his foot kicking the table as he moves his hand around the back of Jim’s head.

“The next time you start feeling like this, you’ll come to me and you’ll let me make you talk before it festers for days,” he says firmly, looking up to stare at Bones so he’ll know that Jim’s being serious. “I’ll do the same.”

“I’ll try,” Bones whispers, which is good enough for now. Jim lowers his head and licks the underside of Bones’ cock, holding it loosely as it twitches at the contact. He licks it all over, slow licks from base to head and quick flicks of his tongue along the length, waiting until he hears Bones panting and cursing at him before he begins to suck. He moves his head up and down, curling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks out as he concentrates on making Bones beg.

As he sucks Bones’ cock, he moves his hand up to caress Bones’ balls and drag his pointer finger along Bones’ asshole. He pulls his head back when his jaw starts to ache, wiping his finger over the head of Bones’ cock until it’s wet with pre-come and saliva. He watches Bones’ face, letting every look and touch tell him what words can never fully capture. When he starts to suck again, he presses his wet finger against Bones’ ass, feeling him clench then relax as he rolls his hips so he can fuck Jim’s face. It doesn’t take much longer for Bones to suddenly tense beneath him. Jim swallows as Bones comes in his mouth, licking every spare drop of semen until Bones is completely spent.

Jim finally lets Bones’ cock slip out of his mouth. Meeting Bones’ gaze, he smiles and presses a kiss against his inner thigh. “And that’s five,” he says hoarsely, licking his lips to catch any come that he missed.

Bones tightens his grip on Jim’s head, breathing hard as they stare at each other. He moves as he pulls on Jim, kissing him deeply before he switches their positions and pushes Jim into the couch. “I think it’s my turn,” he murmurs as he reaches between them to squeeze Jim’s cock through his pants. “And no singing, asshole.”

“I wasn’t going to sing,” Jim says as Bones shoves his pants and underwear down. He glances at the forgotten board game, and notices that their little figurines have fallen on their sides, lying nearly on top of each other after Bones kicked the table. When he feels Bones lightly bite his thigh, he moans. “Damn it, Bones. I don’t think that’s--oh, yes--in the--right there--rules. Oh, fuck. Just forget the rules.”

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