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[chasedthestars]

Safely tucked between his blankets, Jim comes to with a jerk.

It's still dark outside - Bones can't have administered the sedative more than a few hours ago, but Jim's been fighting for consciousness every step of the way, mind wheeling while his body knits and heals. Blinking into the darkness, Jim makes an experimental stretch, wriggling fingers and toes, spreading hands over ribs that no longer ache, touching a pair of lips that he can most certainly feel.

"Yes!" Jim whispers triumphantly at the ceiling, launching out of bed. He smacks promptly into a wall, the medicine no longer enough to keep him out, but enough to keep him clumsy, but he's grinning as he pushes away from it. Tugging his shirt over his shoulders, Jim throws it on his bad and marches out the door, crossing the darkness of the kitchen to Bones' room in miraculous silence.

Opening the door, he peers inside, just able to make out Bones' sleeping form in the moonlight. "Bones?" he whispers, coming forward when there's no response. Setting his knees to the bed, Jim begins climbing over the sheets. "Hey, Bones?"

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[leftwithmybones]

There's noise in his nice dreams. He twists and turns, a noise of protest lodged in his throat as he burrows tighter into the sheets, trying to find his way to the morning without more interruption. Still, the noise keeps coming and he sleepily turns, letting one arm fly and try to swat away at the noisy intruder. "S'time for sleep," he complains. "Leave it."

[chasedthestars]

"Already slept," Jim replies, catching the arm that flails his way and following it towards the rest of Bones. Peeling the covers back, he unearths a shoulder and immediately sets his mouth to it. "Awake now," he says, "I can feel my mouth."

[leftwithmybones]

Well, that nice dream is definitely getting nicer by the second, though it's still a hell of a confusing turn. He's still mired in a sleepy haze, turning towards the source of the warmth, blinking awake slowly and trying to make out the figure in the darkness. "...better not be the cat," is all he says, before he makes out Jim's eyes, still luminescent, even in this dark.

He reaches out, cupping Jim's cheek slowly, his fingers tentative. He skims fingertips over the wounds (already healing) and lets out a soft sound of reverent awe. "You're supposed to be sleeping," he accuses. "Resting. Getting mended."

[chasedthestars]

Jim hums, leaning into the broad hand spread against his side. He turns his face into the one against his cheek, kissing Bones' palm. "Feel fine," he says and noses until Bones turns his head so Jim can get at his neck, kissing a path from throat to jaw. "Kissing now."

[leftwithmybones]

"Thought we were gonna talk about whether this was a bad idea or not," he says, easing back as if burnt for a second, even if those kisses are feeling pretty damn amazing at this point in time. After all, it's not like he doesn't want this, but he doesn't want to do this until they're clear their friendship won't be smashed to smithereens if, say, he's bad in bad or something.

[chasedthestars]

"I thought we were going to find out the fun way," says Jim, but the way Bones jerks away is enough to give him pause, and he pulls back, bracing himself on his hands.

He can barely make out his friend's face in the darkness, but Jim's gaze falls readily on his mouth, Bones's full lips pursed in a frown so inviting Jim has to wet his own. "What do you want to talk about?"

[leftwithmybones]

"Stop looking at my mouth like that, you're making me want to use it," McCoy says, sharply, out of nowhere. It's like he suddenly can't control what the hell he's saying and he partially blames that on it being too early in the morning. "Look, I'm just saying, can we bring up the fact that we're assuming this goes pollyanna? What happens if I'm crap in the sack to you or you hate that I get to be a possessive jackass, huh? What then? I lose my best friend?"

[chasedthestars]

Jim leans down, breathing, "The possessive thing is a turn-on," into Bones' ear, "and there's no way you're crap in bed," he adds before pulling back into the darkness. "People with a temper are always good in bed, and, look at these hands!"

Following the pale line of Bones' arm, Jim seizes a hand, sucking the pads of Bones' fingers into his mouth. "Are you kidding me?" he asks around his thumb. "Do you know what you could do with strong, articulate fingers like these?"

[leftwithmybones]

"You're avoiding the question, James," he says sharply, a growl lurking behind the words because this is important to him, this is so important and despite the fact that Jim is making him feel like his toes are tingling, he needs to focus on this before he gets too overwhelmed with what Jim is doing to him. "What happens if things get fucked up and I lose you? Huh? I'm not willing to pay that price, no matter how much I want this."

[chasedthestars]

Jim shivers for the use of his proper name in that graveled voice, but he sits upright, not sure whether he wants a light to see Bones' face better or to have this talk in the darkness.

"You won't," he says, crawling up the bed again, but this time he stretches out next to Bones on top of the sheets. "I said I wasn't leaving you again, and I meant it, not on or off the island."

[leftwithmybones]

He's not sure if that's really the answer that's going to soothe him, but it's damn close enough. When Jim stretches out on the sheets and makes his promise, McCoy forces himself into a waking state, aware enough to know exactly what he's doing -- which, at this point, involves tangling his fingers in Jim's hair and pulling hard so he can lay a bruising and heated kiss on Jim's lips, hoping to God that he can feel them by now.

[chasedthestars]

Jim opens his mouth with a groan that's swallowed immediately by Bones, lips parted the instant Bones brings their mouths together. The fingers in his hair are tight, pulling hard enough to hurt, but it feels good, Jim's skin is on fire and it feels good, but even so, he finds he wants to reassure.

"Bones," he says, breathless and still kissing him, licking past his lips and over his tongue, "If you're worried - don't want to - nnn fuck it up either - we could - take it slow." Gasping, Jim pulls back. "Date or something."

[leftwithmybones]

"Shut," he hisses, covering Jim's body with his own, sprawling on top of him and straddling those damn hips, "the fuck up," he mumbles, kissing down Jim's neck before sliding his lips back up to the mouth, sucking at his lower lip before letting himself have this, finding out what he's wanted to know for weeks now -- what Jim tastes like -- and it's easier done when he gets one knee in between Jim's thighs, angling down and arching his back as he gets some leverage.

[chasedthestars]

"Holy fuck," Jim exhales, and now he does want a light on, wants to see Bones looming over him, watch those hands as they roam his body, his knee where it's - Jesus Christ, pushing between his thighs.

Jim grabs him by the ass and pulls him down, eyes rolling back in his head to feel that he's as suddenly, desperately hard as Jim feels himself. "Shirt," he says, grabbing at it, "get it off. Gone. No more shirt."

[leftwithmybones]

He doesn't need much more coaxing than that. His tank isn't exactly the thickest of materials, so it's easy to snag two fingers in the hem of the tank top and pull it off, shoving it across the room as he takes his time to get closer to Jim, so close that he can see how goddamn ethereal and perfect his eyes look in the early morning's light.

"Wait, wait," he says breathlessly, even if he's not doing much waiting with the way his fingers are skimming over Jim's sides teasingly slow. "Don't have protection, darlin'."

[chasedthestars]

"But sex," Jim whines, pawing at him. He doesn't have any condoms, hasn't even thought to have any, and maybe he should have grabbed some after Bones came home and locked himself away to jerk off, but Jim didn't know, he just didn't know.

"And if you keep calling me darlin'," he pants, "we won't need any anyway." His hands frame Bones' face, Jim leaning up to meet him for another kiss. "Scan me. Tricorder'll pick anything up, won't it?"

[leftwithmybones]

"Or, we start somewhere else," he mumbles, kissing a path up Jim's neck, slowly easing it until he's going down his arm, shifting until he's covering Jim's body with his own, but enough space to slide his palm down in between them, stroking rough fingers into Jim's pants and watching his face because he wants to see this time, he wants the reaction.

[chasedthestars]

Bones' fingers are just as strong as Jim had thought they'd be, calloused and rough, the same fingers that have touched him so many times before, but always to patch him up, to heal him, never for the simple act of giving pleasure. Jim stills with a groan, and as good as Bones' hand feels wrapped around him, his eyes are hotter still, intent on Jim in the semi-light like he's the only thing that matters. Jim's seen him apply that laser focus before, in the field or in the operating room, but he's never felt it pointed at him quite like this.

"Bones," Jim breathes, arching once into his hand, "Jesus, you're gonna make me come just by looking at me."

[leftwithmybones]

"That'd be a real good experiment to try one day," he breathes the words out against Jim's neck, nudging at his earlobe with the tip of his nose so he can lay a gentle, soft, teasing kiss right there. "With lots of people around," he adds, unable to help the fact that he's grinning like a madman.

[chasedthestars]

"No," Jim amends, "by talking to me, Jesus Christ, you're dirty." Gathering as much of his wits as he's able, Jim shoves the loose sweats hanging from Bones' hips all the way down, seizing two handfuls of the ass he's admired for years. "It's awesome."

[leftwithmybones]

"Bet I could make you come from just looks," he says, knowing that he's practically daring Jim to dare him, but suddenly he's getting stripped of his clothes, which is a bad idea because there's no damn protection in the house since McCoy threw it all out in a fit of pique, thinking that he'd be alone forever.

Still, right now's proving that pretty wrong. He drags his fingers over Jim's dick slow, gripping it and pressing a kiss to Jim's jaw, sliding over to his lips where the kiss turns softer.

[chasedthestars]

"We're gonna find out," Jim murmurs, and where he'd been wild a moment ago, breathless and tugging at Bones' clothes, now he settles, drugged by the sweetness of Bones' kiss, the affection there so strong he can almost taste it. "Gonna find out everything," Jim says into the other man's mouth, shudders bodily for the long, slow stroke of his hand, "All of it, Bones. Wanted to forever."

[leftwithmybones]

"Liar," McCoy mumbles, because it's the only thing he can think to say. There's just no way that Jim's wanted this that long, no way he could because that means that he's missed so many damn opportunities, shelving this as impossible because he's run-down and damaged, something that nobody really wants to put up with. And now, Jim's telling him he wants this?

He rocks his hips forward, easing to get them back into Jim's waiting palms while he curls his fingers and teases them down Jim's length, not wanting to rush this.

[chasedthestars]

"Not lyin'," Jim replies, shifting, hips rising to push himself more firmly into Bones' hand. "I know you heard me. What I did for weeks after you came home looking like rumpled sex on legs." Turning his head, he nips at Bones' ear, soothing the spot after with a long, wet drag of tongue.

"Pictured your hand around me instead of my own. Finally getting my wish."

[leftwithmybones]

He lets out a sharp hiss. That's going to leave a mark and McCoy's just not sure how much of a damn he gives, at this point. "Fuck, Jim," he gets out, a breathless whine as his rhythm falters for a minute before he gets back to it. "What other wishes you got?"