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The bar is getting so crowded that random strangers are stealing any empty chair, moving them to other tables. Leonard knows that it won’t be long before someone takes the chair across from him. How pathetic will he look then? Sitting alone at a table nursing a beer isn’t how he wanted to spend his Friday night. Of course, Jim never seems to listen to what Leonard wants. He had his mind set on the two of them going out for a beer, having a guy’s night out, and that’s that. It’s not like Leonard put up much of a fight, though. It’s hard to tell Jim Kirk no, and he rarely even bothers unless it’s something important. Tonight, it wasn’t. Besides, he thought it might be fun. Didn’t realize that Jim would vanish after a couple of beers, but maybe he should have.

When someone does finally steal Jim’s chair, Leonard knows that it’s time to go. He isn’t sure where Jim disappeared to, but he figures it won’t take much to find him. The bar isn’t that big, and all he has to do is look for that familiar blond hair. A scan of the bar doesn’t find him, which means he’s either in the bathroom or he went home with some woman. Leonard ignores the jealous feeling that occurs when he thinks of Jim off fucking a stranger. Those thoughts that he’s been having recently about his best friend need to be forgotten, ignored, and safely pushed away. Far away.

Leonard runs a hand over his face and decides to check the bathroom. Whenever Jim finds one of his casual girls to go home with, he always tells Leonard before he leaves. No matter how distracted he is by their tits or asses or whatever feature it is that’s attracted him at any given moment, he always tells Leonard, if only to brag and strut around like some damn peacock. He can’t remember ever being that ridiculous, even when he was that young. Not like he’d had much chance. He started dating Jocelyn when they were teenagers, and they’d married when he was still in school. There hadn’t been time for picking up girls in bars and trying out every sexual position known to man, not that he probably would have anyway. He’s not like Jim in that respect. He tried the casual sex a few months ago, and it isn’t really an experience that he wants to repeat.

The bathroom’s empty. That little bastard must have left without telling him. Leonard’s angry at the idea that Jim just forgot him, probably more than he should be but that isn’t something he wants to think about. Things are already weird enough now that he’s having sex dreams starring his best friend of nearly a year. His best friend who happens to be a man. He doesn’t have anything against it, but he’s never been attracted to a man before, much less had wet dreams about some snot-nosed pretty boy with a rebellious streak. Hell, he hasn’t ever really been someone who has those kinds of dreams often. Now, it’s every other night, almost all of them with Jim on his knees sucking him off at some point or another.

He’s a doctor, not a sex fiend, damn it.

He scowls at the man who enters the bathroom and calls out a drunken greeting. Jim’s left him here, after pulling out the effective ‘please, Bones, I can’t go without you’ nonsense that always works even when Leonard tries to be firm and resist. It’s just so damn hard to tell him no, especially when he’s groveling. And, yeah, he likes being the one that Jim wants around because there’s just something about him. It’s like that stupid cliché with the kid being like the sun or some shit, because he’s just got this presence that even those who can’t stand him have to acknowledge. As fucked up as it is, Leonard feels special, in a way, that he’s the one Jim chose to be his best friend, even if it means putting up with that stupid nickname.

When he realizes that he’s been standing dumbly in the dirty bathroom of a seedy bar, he washes his hands and gets a towel that he uses to open the door because it really is a disgusting bathroom. Next time, he’s going to resist the pout and big blue eyes, damn it. Now, he’s going to have to catch a trolley, which he hates because they always sway too much and make him carsick. He starts to walk back out to the main part of the bar when he hears a groan. The groan, itself, doesn’t stop him. It’s the familiar voice that follows it that does.

Jim. Groaning and calling someone baby. Leonard’s eyes widen slightly as he quickly puts two and two together and figures out what must be happening in the room down the corridor. The bastard is actually fucking someone here. It’s the only that explains that groan since it’s definitely not a ‘fighting with a dozen men because I’m invincible’ kind. He knows that he should turn and continue back to the table, if his chair hasn’t been taken yet. But Jim is fucking someone, and he’s a curious man. Besides, he needs to make sure that he’s right, doesn’t he? Just to be assured that Jim’s not hurt or anything.

Right. That’s why he quietly makes his way down the corridor to the room at the end. The door isn’t shut completely, and it doesn’t make any noise as he pushes it open just a little. He blinks when he sees a brunette with nice tits shoved against the wall, her legs wrapped around Jim’s waist as he fucks her hard. She doesn’t seem to care that he’s thrusting into her fast and rough. Leonard moves his gaze from her bouncing tits to look at Jim. His pants are around his upper thighs, and Leonard can see a glimpse of skin at his lower back when his shirt rides up with each shove into her. It’s definitely a fuck, nothing at all gentle about it, and he can feel his cock hardening as he stares at the muscles of Jim’s ass as they clench and relax when he moves.

“God, baby. You feel good,” Jim mutters, panting as he rolls his hips.

Baby. The perfect word for random sex with a stranger. Asshole probably doesn’t even remember her name. Not that Leonard cares. It’s obviously consensual, and she’s getting pleasure from it, with how she’s moaning and rubbing her tits against Jim. He tries to focus on the woman, since that’s who he should be looking at, but his gaze keeps moving back to Jim’s ass. Damn, it’s a nice ass. Firm and curved and tan, which means the kid must be sunbathing naked somewhere. Leonard bites his lip to keep from moaning aloud at that realization.

“Like it, don’t you? You like having me fuck you so hard, don’t you, baby?” Jim murmurs before he lowers his head and starts sucking on her tits. She’s moaning louder, not seeming to care at all that they’re fucking in the store room of a bar with the door open.

Leonard reaches down and adjusts himself. He’s hard, and it’s not from the ditzy brunette’s tits, no matter how nice they are. This is so fucked up, standing here with an erection while watching his best friend’s ass, but it is what it is. If it’s already wrong, he doesn’t see much point in walking away now. Instead, he moves his hand into his shorts, squeezing his cock while he listens to Jim, tuning out everything else as he watches Jim’s ass clench.

Would Jim hate him for this? He isn’t sure, but probably. Jim likes women, so of course he’d be freaked out if he knew Leonard was fucking his hand and wishing it was his tight ass. Leonard could walk over there right now, could shove himself deep into Jim while he’s balls deep in the girl of the night, could fuck him as hard as he’s fucking her, could make him enjoy it too much to hate him, could bite him hard enough to leave a mark so everyone knows who he belongs to. Oh, fuck.

He comes on his hand, biting his arm to keep from making a noise as his cock twitches and throbs against his fingers. Jim grunts and arches his back while the brunette cries out. Leonard keeps stroking his cock until his fingers are covered in semen, watching Jim, wishing he could see his face because, damn, he’s pretty in profile when he turns his head as the girl tries to kiss him. The reality of what he’s just done begins to set in, and Leonard pulls his wet hand out of his shorts. He stumbles backwards and turns, hurrying to the bathroom before anyone can catch him.

When he looks in the mirror above the lavatory, he sees flushed skin and wet lips that are swollen from where he’s been biting them and his pupils are dilated until there’s barely any green or brown visible. He looks like he’s just had an amazing orgasm, which is true but also so very wrong that he’s disgusted with himself. He can’t believe he’s just done that. He scrubs his hands with the soap and then notices the wet spot on the crotch of his pants. Damn it. He enters a stall and uses the paper there to wipe off his cock and try to dry out his shorts some. It helps a little, but the spot is still pretty obvious, so he tugs on the hem of his shirt to try to cover it. The bar’s dark enough that it shouldn’t be too noticeable, but he’ll know it’s there.

After he splashes some water on his face and washes his hands again, he straightens his shoulders and goes back into the crowd. He bypasses the table and goes to the bar, ordering a shot of whiskey. He needs something stronger than a beer after what’s just happened. He swallows it in one gulp and blinks, shaking his head slightly. He doesn’t drink that often, but this is one of those times when he might need another shot.

“Hey, Bones. You moved,” Jim says as he nudges someone out of the way so he can stand next to Leonard. He’s standing too close, and he smells like sex and beer and sweat.

“Yeah. Got tired of sitting at the table alone like a pathetic old man,” he grumbles, licking his bottom lip as he gets the bartender’s attention.

“You’re not old,” Jim tells him, squeezing his shoulder as he smiles and leans in towards him. “Wanna get out of here? We can take Jess outside of town and go real fast.”

“Not planning to go home with anyone tonight?” he can’t resist asking as he arches a brow and stares at Jim, who looks like he’s just been fucking. He has, but normally Bones doesn’t know that because he jerked off while watching it. This really needs to stop because there’s no way that he’s going to fuck up his only friendship because he’s horny and having dreams about Jim. Maybe he needs to try the casual sex thing again, see if that gets his mind off these fantasies. It’s got to be psychological, not that Leonard has had a chance to really study it much yet. Choosing someone completely unattainable makes it safe, though, and he can also feel guilty and punish himself by wanting someone he can’t have. Maybe he’s even more fucked up since the divorce than he’s thought.

Jim smirks at him. “I’m going home with you, asshole. Boys night and all that, remember?”

“Right.” Leonard takes the second shot gratefully and downs it, glancing at Jim to see that he’s staring at him. He scratches his nose and shifts awkwardly. Maybe Jim knows he was watching? No, he’d have said something by now.

“Come on. Jess is waiting for us,” Jim says, tugging on his arm.

He’ll have to hear about the brunette later, he’s sure, probably in exaggerated detail while he’s trying to sleep and Jim refuses to let him. This time, though, he’s going to be able to see it in his mind, and he’ll think about bouncing tits and glimpses of Jim’s lower back and of his ass clenching. He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand and pushes those memories to that back corner of his brain to join all the other things that he just needs to forget. When he looks at Jim, he sees the big blue eyes practically begging him to agree, and those pretty lips are curved into a hopeful grin that he can’t make go away. Damn it. “Yeah, alright. We can go.”

He lets Jim pull him through the crowd, which is proof that Leonard’s becoming stupider as he gets older because the last thing he needs right now is to be riding on the back of Jim’s motorbike. But it’s just too hard to tell the kid no, even when he should.

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