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Bones is staring. Normally, that’s a good thing. However, Jim’s just woken up and is slightly startled to find that intense gaze on him. “What time is it?” he asks, yawning as he shifts into a different position. They fell asleep on the sofa at some point, though he can’t remember exactly when. They had been snuggled together talking for a while, but it had been really comfortable, so he isn’t surprised that they’d drifted off to sleep. Him, especially, since he barely slept last night.

“Dunno,” Bones drawls quietly. “Does it matter?”

“Not really.” Jim rubs his eyes with the back of his hand before he checks his mouth to make sure that he hasn’t been drooling. Fortunately, it doesn’t feel like he has been. Bones is quiet and still staring, which is becoming disconcerting. “You okay?”

Bones reaches over and brushes fringe back from Jim’s forehead. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Oh?” Jim moves so that he can face Bones. “Does your brain hurt?”

“Smartass,” he mutters as he drags his thumb down Jim’s cheek.

“Sometimes,” he agrees, smiling slightly. “What were you thinking about?”

“Various things. I’m complex like that,” Bones says dryly. He starts drawing circular patterns on Jim’s cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, you are,” Jim agrees. “All those layers of yours.”

“So, I’m multi-layered, huh?” Bones arches a brow.

“Occasionally.” He smiles and reaches over to brush his fingers through Bones’ hair. It’s getting longer, but he’s glad that Bones hasn’t been concerned with getting it cut. He thinks it’s sexy like this, even if the usual silly haircut prevents a lot of people from noticing how attractive he is.

Bones licks his lips and that intense gaze is back. “I want to try not thinking,” he says. “Like you suggested earlier. Only, if we try but my body still isn’t reacting normally, I don’t want you to feel like I’m rejecting you.”

“Oh. That’s what you were thinking about?” Jim blinks and tries to get his brain to wake completely up because he needs to be alert for this.

“Among other things,” Bones admits. “I’ve been sitting here watching you sleep, trying to figure out when I fell, wondering why it feels different than it did before. I mean, I know you’re not Jocelyn, but just in general.”

“It sounds like your brain is becoming like mine has been lately.” He smiles wryly. “I swear that I’ve been thinking more since that first night with you than I have in twenty-five years. Maybe it’s something to do with relationships? You get involved with someone and suddenly everything might mean something so it’s worth analyzing, just in case. I don’t know. Thinking too much just gives me a headache and makes me cranky.”

“Maybe. I can’t really remember being this introspective during my marriage. Of course, that failed, so I don’t think I’m going to use that as an example.” Bones strokes Jim’s jaw with his knuckles.

Jim nods. “Definitely not the example we want to emulate. Besides, we’ve been doing pretty well so far just winging it, haven’t we? We don’t have to copy anything for this relationship to be successful. We’ll make sure that it works out, even if we fuck up sometimes.”

“Pretty well?” Bones snorts but smiles slightly. “It hasn’t been a complete disaster, but there have definitely been some bumps along the way.”

“All roads have bumps and potholes,” Jim points out. “The important thing is that you keep going and don’t just stop or turn around.”

“I think we’re both too stubborn to give up,” Bones muses. “That’s not a bad thing when it comes to this.”

“It’s really only a bad thing when we’re arguing,” he says thoughtfully. “Otherwise, it just makes us determined and gives us strength.” He looks at Bones closely. “Did you really want to try the no thinking thing?”

“Yeah, I’d like to. Not sure if it’ll work, and I really don’t want you to feel like it’s your fault if it doesn’t. Understood? I want you, regardless of my physical condition.”

“I understand. The reason I was mostly feeling rejected before was because you kept pushing me away, not because you couldn’t get an erection.”

“I won’t push you away this time, Jim,” Bones tells him.

“I won’t let you.” He leans forward and brushes his lips against Bones’ mouth. “If we’re going to try, we should move to the bed.”

“The bed is good.” Instead of moving, though, Bones leans forward. He licks Jim’s lips, nibbling lightly before he kisses him. Jim tightens his grip on Bones’ hair, tugging gently as he deepens the kiss. When they break apart, he traces Jim’s lower lip with his thumb. “Now we can go to the bed.”

“Sorry. Forgot kissing was required before we moved,” Jim murmurs. “I vote that kissing is required before we do just about anything.”

“We’d never get anything else done,” Bones points out, smiling slightly when Jim grins.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says, brushing another kiss against Bones’ lips.

“I somehow doubt that Starfleet would like to hear that their captain and CMO aren’t getting anything done because they’re too busy kissing.”

“Probably not.” He shrugs a shoulder. “We could always work something out so that it didn’t interfere with our jobs.”

“You’re already using kissing as a reward system. Now, you’re just being greedy,” Bones says in a teasing tone.

“It’s your fault for being such an amazing kisser. I’m a man, so it’s not like I can resist these gorgeous lips. It’s impossible not to be greedy.”

“I can’t believe your defense is to blame my lips and you being a man.”

“I can’t believe that I have to give a defense. See if I kiss you anymore.”

“If you’re going to threaten me, kid, you should choose something that might actually happen. My lips are irresistible, remember?”

“Maybe I’m learning moderation,” Jim tells him. “I can resist if I want to. Possibly.”

“It’s too bad, then, that your lips are also irresistible.” Bones kisses him again. “I don’t plan to resist them, either.”

“Oh, well, that changes things,” he murmurs before he nips at Bones’ bottom lip and gently sucks it into his mouth. When he lets go, he studies Bones’ face. “Are you thinking?”

“Not too much.” Bones shifts and runs his hand down Jim’s back. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Yes, please,” Jim says before pushing himself off the sofa. He stretches and rubs the back of his neck. “I need to piss first.”

“Me, too. Also, should I clean up?” Bones asks. “I don’t know what you’ve got in mind to try.”

Jim considers it and nods. “It’s better to be prepared, I figure. We won’t really know what’s going to happen until we start, though I do have a few ideas.”

“Knowing you, it’s more than a few.” Bones rolls his eyes as he stands up. “Want something to drink?”

“Glass of bourbon wouldn’t be refused.” He leans over and kisses Bones again before he goes to the bathroom. After using the toilet, he washes up. He doesn’t really know if Bones is really ready to let go and if it will even help with his impotence but, if it does, he wants to be ready. It’s been months now since they had sex, and he’d like to have Bones inside him again.

When he leaves the bathroom, he’s only wearing his boxers. He left his uniform on the floor, since there isn’t much point in putting it back on. Bones looks him over and clears his throat. “I’ll just be a few minutes.”

“Take your time and no stressing,” Jim warns, stealing another kiss when Bones walks past him. He smiles when Bones grumbles and shuts the door behind him. While he’s in the bathroom, Jim pulls the covers down to the bottom of the bed. He gets lube out of his bedside table and puts it within easy reach, hoping that they’ll need it before this is over. He looks at the bed and frowns, wondering if it’s weird that he’s got the covers down. He pulls them back up and smoothes the blanket down before tugging it back to the bottom again. Once he’s determined to just leave it like that, he fusses with the sheets and pillows, glancing at the closed bathroom door every few seconds.

Now that Bones has actually agreed to this, Jim isn’t entirely sure what he’s going to do. There’s already intimacy, more now that they’ve actually admitted the extent of their feelings. It’s funny how saying three words, well, sort of saying them, can make even simple things like kisses and smiles seem better somehow. He’s never really understood why people would want to be in love, since it always seems to cause pain and heartache, but he’s starting to figure out that there are a lot of good things about it, too. In a way, it’s a huge risk, a challenge unlike anything he’s ever faced, and it oddly is sort of like jumping and trusting that they’ll fly.

“So, where do you want me?” Bones asks as he leaves the bathroom. Jim turns to look at him and stares. Like him, Bones seems to have left his uniform in the bathroom.

“You expect me to answer questions when you’re standing there wearing your underwear? Only your underwear?” Jim arches a brow.

Bones ducks his head and laughs. The husky sound makes Jim’s cock twitch in greeting. “You’re incorrigible, darlin’,” he mutters as he scratches his belly.

“And you love it,” he says smugly. “Now get that cute ass in bed. We’ve got to start establishing intimacy.”

For a moment, Jim worries that Bones is going to refuse now that it’s time to really commit to trying this his way. He watches Bones carefully, preparing to shrug this off if Bones changes his mind. He’s relieved when Bones walks over to the bed and sits down. “Now what?”

“Don’t be obtuse; now, I seduce you,” he tells him matter-of-factly. “Lie down for me, beautiful.”

“You make me sound like I’m a blonde coed with big breasts,” Bones grumbles as he scoots over on the bed and lies down.

“Nah. I don’t want coeds with big tits. I just want you.” Jim licks his lips as he looks Bones over. “I don’t want to ever go two months again without seeing you nearly naked in my bed. Got it?”

“Is that an order, Captain?” Bones drawls as he moves his hands behind his head and watches Jim.

“Do you want it to be?” he asks, focusing on Bones’ face. “If so, I can demand it next time we play. Tonight, though, we’re just Jim and Bones. No games, no playing. Well, not that kind of playing.” He leers as he moves closer to the bed.

“I don’t need it to be an order, Jim,” he says quietly. “Now, am I just supposed to lie here watching you pose and preen?”

“You’re supposed to stop bitching and let me focus on you,” Jim mutters. “How are you going to relax to try to work past everything if you’re asking questions and doubting me?” He looks at Bones seriously. “If you’re having second thoughts, tell me now before we start.”

“Damn it, Jim. I’m not having second thoughts. I just wanted to know if I’m supposed to participate in your big plan or not.” Bones makes a face. “I’m not very good when it comes to doing nothing, you know?”

“I know, but you have to try tonight.” Jim smiles as he reaches down to touch the bottom of Bones’ feet, using both hands to slowly caress his skin. “I want you to only think about how you feel, how my hands feel, how my mouth will soon feel. Don’t think about anything else. Concentrate on me.”

“If you keep tickling my feet, I’m not responsible if I kick you,” Bones warns him, shifting slightly when Jim’s fingers obviously brush against a ticklish spot.

“Bones, don’t make me restrain you. I’d rather save that fantasy for another time.” He moves his fingers over Bones’ toes and across the top of his foot.

“Kinky bastard.” Bones is alternating his gaze between watching Jim’s face and staring at his hands.

“Takes one to know one,” he says in a rather juvenile sing-song tone before he kneels down at the edge of the bed. He has to concentrate on taking his time, on trying to arouse Bones enough that his brain doesn’t prevent an erection. Going slow is something he’s thought about doing, fantasized about making Bones lose total control and beg for more. The thing is, he isn’t sure what will turn Bones on and what might snap him out of the mood. He knows some things, obviously, but not everything. New goal, he decides, is going to be finding out every single thing that makes Bones whimper and turns him on. He’s going to make that a long-term goal.

“You don’t have some kind of foot fetish that you haven’t told me about, do you?” Bones asks curiously. “If you start sucking on my toes, I’m going to get a little worried.”

“Nope, but I wanted to find out if you did.” He smiles before he leans forward and nibbles on the end of Bones’ big toe. “This is about discovery, learning what turns you on, making you focus on pleasure instead of the thoughts in your head that stress you out.”

“What if this whole going slow and fucking with my patience thing is stressing me out?” Bones arches a brow. “Jim, don’t lick my feet. That’s not at all hygienic when I was just walking barefoot on your floor.”

“But my tongue in your ass is okay?” He bats his eyelashes in an attempt at innocent that likely fails. “And would please stop complaining so damn much? You said I could try this, so let me torture you with teasing licks and touches in peace, old man.”

“If that’s your idea of torture, I think I need to have a word with the Admiralty to explain that you will not ever be put in a position to torture enemies. My professional diagnosis or whatever shit they need to hear to ensure it doesn’t happen,” he mutters, moving his leg slightly when Jim licks his shin. “I’m not a cat, Jim. I don’t need a tongue bath.”

“I promise that you’re the only person I’ll ever practice this torture technique on,” he vows before he lightly caresses the back of Bones’ knee. The muscles in his thighs twitch, so Jim does it again. “I like the taste of your skin.”

“Skin doesn’t have a natural flavor. It’s probably sweaty right now, though.” Bones licks his lips and shifts again as he stares down at Jim.

“Your skin tastes like lust and laughter and need,” he murmurs before he licks Bones’ kneecap. “It’s indescribable, and maybe a little salty.”

“Have you been sneaking looks at Scotty’s racy novels?” Bones asks. “Emotions don’t taste. Neither does laughter.”

Jim rolls his eyes. “I wasn’t being literal, snookums. I was being romantic.”

“Snookums is not romantic. It’s insane, as is describing the taste of my skin as laughter.” Bones is getting that intense look in his eyes, and Jim can feel his entire focus on him. He doesn’t look to see if Bones is hard yet, not when he’s still trying to distract and seduce.

“And you’d know this because you’re such a romantic,” Jim says with a snort. “You’d better be glad that I don’t expect to be wooed or hear poetic stuff from you, apple dumpling.”

“You wouldn’t be with me if you had that sort of expectation. And, damn it, Jim. Stop with the silly endearments. I thought you were trying to seduce me, not make me gag,” Bones grumps at him even as he watches Jim’s hand move up and down his thigh. “Also, I can be romantic, kid. I just choose to be a bitter asshole most of the time.”

“You aren’t bitter anymore, Sweetcheeks. I just let you continue believing you are because it’s adorable when you sulk,” Jim tells him, leaning down to lick his upper thigh as he moves his hand up along his hips.

“I don’t sulk, nor am I adorable.” Bones is breathing a little harder, his voice trembling faintly when he says ‘adorable’. “I’m a doctor, not an edible treat, Jim. Haven’t we discussed this before? I’m sure we can replicate you a lollipop to satisfy your oral fetish so you’ll stop licking me.”

“I’d rather you satisfy it, sweetheart.” He grins before he licks a path up Bones’ thigh to the hem of his boxers. He keeps touching bare skin as he moves his hands over ribs and abs and belly, taking his time, listening to the sounds that Bones makes even as he gripes about the silly endearments intended to distract him.

“Fuck, I want that pretty mouth around my cock,” Bones whispers hoarsely. Jim looks up at him then glances at his crotch. He isn’t fully hard, but there’s definitely something there pressing against the soft cotton fabric.

Instead of pointing it out, since he figures Bones either realizes it or might lose the beginnings of his erection if it becomes a focus, he keeps licking bare skin before he nuzzles Bones’ crotch through the boxers. “I’m taking these off now,” he murmurs before he tugs on the elastic waistband and pulls them down.

“Jim, I--“ Bones trails off, and Jim is scared that he’s about to lose the moment.

“Bones, look at me,” he says, trying to distract Bones’ attention from his half-hard dick before it goes soft. “You said that you want my mouth on you. What else do you want? Do you feel my fingers on your skin? I hope they aren’t too rough. How do they feel?”

Bones licks his lips and gulps, staring at Jim as he sucks in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. “Your fingertips are soft, but I can feel the calluses on your hands. I like how it feels, how strong your hands are, how obvious it is that you’ve done hard work in your life.”

“Keep talking to me. Focus on my hands and how you’re feeling. Don’t think about anything else,” he murmurs as he begins to nuzzle Bones’ cock again. He kisses the length of it as he continues touching Bones’ body, shifting slightly so he can press his own erection into the mattress for a little friction.

“Your breath is warm, and your lips are chapped. The combined sensation is really good,” Bones stammers quietly, his words breaking several times as Jim keeps kissing his cock. Jim has to count to ten a couple of times just to keep some kind of control, so he doesn’t start sucking before Bones is really ready. “Damn it, Jim. Stop teasing me.”

“Shh, sugar pie. I’m not teasing,” he says softly, brushing his nose against the wiry curls surrounding Bones’ cock. “I want you so far gone that you don’t even remember your name.”

“Those stupid pet names. So fucking ridiculous,” Bones groans as Jim licks his balls, mouthing them and sucking as he touches Bones’ belly and hips. “I need your mouth, Jim. Please. Suck me. I need…”

“Me,” Jim whispers. “You need me.” He smiles at Bones, shaking slightly because this is more intense than he ever expected. “You’re so gorgeous right now, but you’re about to look even better.” At that, he opens his mouth and slowly begins to suck. There’s a part of him that’s still hesitant, scared that one wrong move will have Bones thinking about impotency instead of silly pet names and feeling and sex.

“Need you so much,” Bones growls as he reaches down and grips Jim’s head. He starts making the most delightful noises, moans and whimpers that Jim hasn’t heard in two long months, and Jim sucks harder, using his tongue and scraping his teeth ever so slightly in the spot that always makes Bones whine. It does again, and Bones begins to move his hips, fucking Jim’s face until his body suddenly tenses and he breathes out Jim’s name.

Jim feels the splash of semen in his mouth before Bones grunts and begins to tremble. He swallows what he can and keeps moving his head up and down, gripping Bones’ hips tight enough to bruise as he sucks him dry. When he feels familiar hands on his shoulders, he goes willingly, finding himself pinned to the bed with Bones above him. The kiss starts off hard, possessive and passionate, then slowly becomes thorough and almost gentle.

“Missed this so much,” Bones murmurs against his lips before they kiss again. Jim feels his underwear shoved down and raises his hips to help get it out of the way. When it’s around his thighs, Bones grips his cock and begins to stroke him firmly. He doesn’t last long, not after so much foreplay and how aroused he became just from watching Bones come. Instead of being embarrassed, Jim just deepens the kiss as he comes, spilling onto his belly and Bones’ hand.

Finally, he reaches down to grip Bones’ wrist. “I’m starting to chafe,” he says, fully aware that his smile probably makes him look foolish but not particularly caring.

“Sorry,” Bones murmurs. “I just…you helped…I want…” He kisses Jim again, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “I love you.” The words are soft, barely a whisper against his skin before Bones bites him, hard. Jim arches up against him, holding onto his shoulders and scratching his back deep enough to leave marks while Bones laves the bite mark with his tongue.

Bones moves beside him, resting an arm around his waist and pulling him closer. Jim looks at him and touches his face, unable to actually say that word yet because it’s always signified abandonment and loss, but it’s the word he tried to say earlier that he conveys when he says, “I do, too.”

“I know,” Bones says, sounding as awestruck as Jim feels hearing Bones say those words to him. “Thank you. For all this. For you.”

“Are you okay?” he asks. “I mean, do you think everything’s in proper working order now?”

“I think so. I might need the distractions for a couple of days, just until I’m confident that my dick’s not listening to my brain anymore, but I doubt you’ll object too much to that. Though maybe not so many pet names next time?” He spreads his hand out on Jim’s belly and smiles that crooked smile.

“I think we’ll reserve the overuse of pet names for dire situations or when you’ve pissed me off and I want to torment you,” he says thoughtfully. “You know, I think this sets the record for duration of any single sexual act in my whole history. I kind of like going slow and teasing, though, so we’re going to have to do it again.”

“That’s a record we’ll have to continue trying to break,” Bones tells him. “You can add it to one of those lists of yours, since I’m sure you’ve got one somewhere that’d be suitable to keep track of it.”

“I dunno. I’ve got locations for sex and I’ve just started working on one involving fantasies, so I can send you various confidential correspondence when I’m feeling particularly mischievous.” He grins and kisses Bones slowly.

“Mischievousness can work two ways, I hope you realize,” Bones reminds him. “You’re not the only one with fantasies, kid.”

“Yeah, but you never want to share yours. Maybe you will if it means tormenting me?” He rolls onto his side so that he’s facing Bones, stroking his hip as they look at each other. “Whatever you were stressed about regarding us? Don’t worry about it.”

“I can’t promise that, Jim.” Bones touches his shoulder. “There’re always going to be worries of some sort. I’ll do my best not to let them control me, alright? And if it seems like I’m failing at that, you can distract me or yell at me or help me stop.”

“Alright.” Jim smiles slightly. “Snugglebunny.”

“That’s enough, darlin’,” Bones says before he lightly slaps Jim on the ass. He looks at him seriously. “I’m not sneaking out of here and going back to my room tonight. I want to sleep here with you, to hell with anything else.”

“I’d like that. And, you know, Spock and Uhura are managing to conduct their relationship without worrying about early morning sneak-outs, so there’s a chance that no one will even notice so long as we’re careful,” he points out.

“Don’t talk about them when we’re lying naked in damp sheets,” Bones grumbles. “We’ll be alert and keep it private, regardless of whether anyone suspects or not. Hell, there’s gossip around the ship right now about you being celibate and me having wild sex with some female ensign that I don’t think I’ve even met before, so we can always create our own rumor and hide the truth in it, if we want to.”

“Bones, that’s a terribly sneaky and underhanded suggestion,” Jim says even as he smiles. “I think it has potential, should we need such action.”

“Damn it, Jim. You’re rubbing off on me, obviously.” Bones rolls his eyes before kissing him again. When he pulls back, he reaches down and uses the sheet to wipe them off. “I’d suggest washing up, but I’ve got a lot of time to make up for, so I expect we’ll be a lot dirtier by morning.”

“I don’t think either of us are scheduled for tomorrow, either, so we can make up for a lot of lost time tomorrow. I bet we can hit ten orgasms by tomorrow night, if we really wanted to,” he muses.

“I bet we can go higher,” Bones challenges. “Winner chooses the next fantasy for play time?”

“I really am rubbing off on you,” he observes. “You’re on, Doctor.”

“This is one bet that I intend to win, Captain.” Bones grins, flashing his dimples before he kisses Jim and pulls him closer. Jim returns the kiss and tugs on his hair as he presses against him. It’s funny, in a way, that love is so much like falling. Bones needs him to make him jump, and he needs Bones to catch him. It’s their own kind of perfect.

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