dated to Jan 20

[chasedthestars]

It's later in the morning than Jim usually prepares breakfast, and today he prepares it with extra care.  The reasons for this are twofold - for one, it's Bones' birthday.  Which means he'll want to sleep in so as to be properly rested later to bemoan his age.  The least Jim can do to prepare him is to keep him fed on all his favorite foods.  And for two, Jim's decided to prepare it wearing an apron and <i>only</i> that, and it takes a deft hand to keep the hot grease popping from the pan away from his unmentionables.

But he's careful, and he manages, and by the time the coffee's hot and ready, the pancakes are piled high on the plate with peach preserves to slather on top, the bacon's crispy, and the eggs are <i>just</i> runny enough.  Jim beams and sets them all carefully on a tray, backing through the door to their room to awake the bear.

"Bones!" he calls cheerfully, holding the tray close where the bacon will fully permeate his senses.  "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey."

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[leftwithmybones]

It's a hard morning and not just because he's turning thirty-five (thirty-five, jesus, when the hell did he get that old), but it's been a late night in the lab. He tries to blink away the sleep from his eyes when he smells bacon, but that's not what gets his attention. "Holy shit," he exhales when he sees that Jim's decided to serve breakfast in basically next to nothing. "I'm still dreaming, aren't I?"

[chasedthestars]

"Yes," answers Jim at once, perching his bare ass on the edge of the bed. "Which makes now the perfect time to indulge all your fantasies. But first, sit up."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy takes a long look at Jim's ass, not exactly paying much attention to the bacon, at this point. Hell, if he's honest, it's like breakfast stopped existing the moment Jim walked in. "Why am I sitting up?" he asks, still a little addled with lust, but he does as he's told.

[chasedthestars]

"So I can put the tray down," Jim replies, doing just that as soon as Bones' back is against the headboard. "I had intended on fattening you up for a day of birthday adventuring, but if you keep staring at my ass like that, I think you're going to need your energy for something else."

[leftwithmybones]

He barely restrains his frustrated growl as he sits up. "You walk in here with nothing but a goddamn apron on," he protests. "Do you seriously expect me to be anything but addled with lust?" he wonders, shaking his head. "Swear to god, Jim. You're impossible."

[chasedthestars]

"Clearly I overestimated the power of bacon," Jim laughs, picking up a long, crispy slice and holding it out for Bones' mouth. "But I'm glad to hear I'm more tantalizing than salty pork. That's not something everyone can boast, you know."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy surges forward and takes a bite of the bacon, lingering so he can suck Jim's thumb into his mouth and give it careful consideration before he releases it with a slight pop. "So, not to get away from me being addled over your ass, but you said there was plan for today? I figured my birthday meant I could sleep in."

[chasedthestars]

"You did sleep in," says Jim, nodding towards the window, where the sun is nearly midday bright. "It just doesn't seem like it because you came in so late. And yeah, I had a loose plan, easily trumped by the birthday boy, if he so chooses. I found a hike, takes you halfway up the mountain without ever getting close to any edges. Good way to see the whole island without triggering your fear of heights."

He waves another slice of bacon in front of this, this time unreservedly hoping for similar treatment to his other fingers. "Could pack a lunch?"

[leftwithmybones]

He turns to look at the sun in the window and groans when it shines in. "We need better drapes," he mutters, adding it to the mental list of things that are left to do with the renovations. He reaches out for another piece of bacon from Jim's hands, sliding his fingers over Jim's palm this time to coax it closer. "You're making me go hiking on my birthday? I'm an old man, damn it, what happened to leisure?"

[chasedthestars]

"You're in your mid-thirties," Jim chides. "That's not even middle-aged in our day and time, but if you don't want to hike, I have a number of back up plans. I'm a captain, I plan. For example."

He stretches out on the bed next to Bones. "I showered twice this morning. Just in case you run out of pancakes before you run out of syrup."

[leftwithmybones]

"I'm thirty-five and you're nine years younger than me," he complains sharply. "I have grey hairs coming in," he says, which isn't surprising given how fast his father went to white. "What's some of the back-up plans?" he asks, reaching with one hand for the fork for pancakes and the other slid under Jim's apron to wrap around his dick.

[chasedthestars]

"Can't wait," Jim starts, losing the rest to a breathless little groan when Bones snakes an unexpected hand around him, "'til you're all salt and peppered, going to be so hot."

He tries not to hitch his hips and let Bones eat his food, but it takes some doing. "Not going to lie, all my plans involve this at some point, it's just the destination that changes. Could picnic by the waterfall, swim in that pool. Could find a deserted patch of beach. Could lock down the lab and play doctor to your elderly heart's content."

[leftwithmybones]

"Well, at this rate I'll be there in no time," he murmurs, swallowing down pancakes and smirking as he watches the way Jim's reacting to touch. "You know, I know it's cliche, but I'd damn well love to play doctor with you as my sexy nurse," he growls, roughly jerking his hand up the shaft of Jim's dick, only to slow it down.

[chasedthestars]

Jim does lift his hips then, chasing more of that brief, but delicious friction. "I'm up for that," he says, finding his breath again. "I think I even have a blue shirt somewhere. None of those adorable little skirts Chapel wears, though."

[leftwithmybones]

"You're not wearing those skirts unless you plan on getting all that hair removed," he informs Jim with a pointed look, rubbing his thumb in dedicated, devoted, and teasing circles. "How about you can play the patient instead, the kind who keeps neglecting his prostate exam?"

[chasedthestars]

"Nothing sexier than the old turn my head and cough," Jim grins, but his fingers are curling in the blankets, detaching and sliding along Bones' thigh instead. He wants Bones to enjoy the breakfast he labored over, but the man keeps doing that with his thumb, and Jim needs something to hang onto.

"What's the cure for an overdue prostate exam? Some kind of injection?"

[leftwithmybones]

He pauses in his strokes, giving Jim a wary look. "Are you honestly telling me you've never had one before?" he asks, his birthday plans already taking a back seat to the fact that he's kind of worried about Jim's health all over again.

[chasedthestars]

Jim whines, hips jerking for friction. "Are you ser- Bones, what kind of youth did you have? Of course I've had a prostate exam."

Leaning over, he pulls Bones' shirt up just enough to bite at his side. "I meant a hot beef injection, obviously."

[leftwithmybones]

"Because, I'm just saying, if I was the first guy to give you a prostate orgasm, I feel like that'd be a pretty goddamn good birthday present," he drawls, splaying out his palm as he wraps his hand firmly around Jim's dick again, giving him a pointed look.

[chasedthestars]

"You mean make me come without touching me?" Jim asks, eyebrows lifted, but with interest rather than disbelief. "I can't say never, but it's been a damn long time."

Privately, Jim thinks Bones could make him come just by looking at him right, but he's not stupid enough to extend that kind of power to the man.

[leftwithmybones]

"I'd touch you, just not the way I'm touching you now," he says, swallowing one last bite of the pancakes before he shifts the tray aside (well, after snatching one last thing of bacon) and easing into a straddle, sliding down so he can take Jim's dick into his mouth.

[chasedthestars]

"Bones," Jim hisses, fingers spasming until they find a loose anchor in Bones' dark hair. "I brought - " he says, but he can't remember what he meant to say, and it's ridiculous - he can do differential equations in his head while running from armed Klingons, but when Bones' tongue wraps around him just right, Jim has trouble remembering his own name.

"Syrup."

[leftwithmybones]

He eases back off Jim, his lips already pink and swollen from the little he's done. He arches his brow languidly and encourages Jim to make a point with nothing more than a pinch of his hip, alone. "And what am I meant to do with the syrup?"

[chasedthestars]

"The, uh - the yeah," Jim offers, lifting his head to take in the always singular sight of Bones with a shiny, swollen mouth. Reaching down, he cups Bones' jaw, grazing that bottom lip with his thumb. "It was supposed to encourage licking, but I don't think we need it."

[leftwithmybones]

He gives Jim a half-quirked smirk as he dips two fingers in the syrup and sucks it off, careful as he appraises the taste. "Not bad," he admits, getting back to what he was doing before. "This is much better, though," he manages to murmur before he goes down on Jim.

[chasedthestars]

Distracted by Bones' own fingers disappearing into his mouth, Jim sucks in a startled breath as wet heat envelopes him once more, curling his toes against the blankets. "Fuck, Bones, love your mouth," he sighs, tucking his fingers back into his hair, stroking Bones' temples where the gray will be first to start.

"Should bring you breakfast in bed more often."

[leftwithmybones]

"Nah," he murmurs lazily. "This is a special birthday treat. There's no way I'm going to feel this generous on any other day," he says, grinning as he goes back to it, not easing back this time. This time, he laves his tongue slowly and methodically from tip to base.

[chasedthestars]

"Don't mean that," Jim insists, panting through the torturous slide of Bones' tongue down his entire length. "Daily blowjobs, Bones. Could make it worth your while."

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah? I feel like you'd lock my damn jaw up," he growls at Jim, easing back and sitting there with a pointed look on his face. "You want to talk, babe, or you want me to keep sucking you? You can't have it both ways, Jimmy."

[chasedthestars]

"I want what the birthday boy wants," says Jim, "but since you're asking, god." He hooks a limber leg over Bones' shoulder, trying to drag him down again. "Please keep sucking me."

[leftwithmybones]

His mouth goes dry at the sight of Jim's flexibility on display, giving a mewling and hapless groan as he goes back to it, like he's got no other damn choice. He licks his lips so the friction is good and slick, not even bothering with teasing as he sucks hard and fast, hoping Jim appreciates the soundtrack.

[chasedthestars]

Jim tries to be quiet, he does, but the sounds Bones is making are driving him crazy, almost as much as Bones' clever tongue. "Fuck, Bones," Jim gasps, sucking down a lungful of air, but Bones doesn't let up, mouth sliding so filthy and wet that Jim can hear it. "Gonna make me - " he warns, clutching handfuls of Bones' hair, and the thought of all that salt and pepper beneath his fingers is nearly enough to undo him.

[leftwithmybones]

He doesn't let up because he figures he knows Jim by now, he knows how to read the signs and if Jim's about to come, then McCoy's ready to swallow for him. He reaches up and grips hold of Jim's hips, digging fingertips into his skin to mark Jim as his.

[chasedthestars]

The pain is sharp and unexpected, and the ownership he feels in Bones' calloused fingers takes the top of Jim's head clean off. He comes with a shout, toes flexing against Bones' shoulderblade as he shivers and shoots, sudden and hot against the back of Bones' throat.

[leftwithmybones]

He sucks and swallows, takes his time to lick himself up even though he's got a pretty good feeling he'll have the taste of Jim in his throat for most of the day. When he's done, he shifts until he's face-down on the bed, grinding his hips against the sheets as he wipes himself off with his sleeve. "Holy hell," he growls. "You're trying to kill me. I'm not making it past thirty-five."

[chasedthestars]

"You have to," Jim pants, hooking his hands beneath Bones' arms to haul him up, pressing kisses to the aching bolt of Bones' jaw. He pulls back, taking in the gorgeous sight of Bones all swollen and disheveled. "You promised me salt and pepper, I want to see it. But you first. Tell me what you want now, birthday boy."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy groans when he's pried up from the bed. "I want to lie down before I collapse," he protests, sinking into Jim's touch as he rests his chin on Jim's shoulder. "I want..." What does he want? He wants a lot of things, but they're not on the island, so he'll settle for the incredible man in front of him. "I want you to talk about that week," he prompts. "At the Academy. While you use your hand to bring me off."

[chasedthestars]

"God, that week," Jim sighs, "Best and worst of my life, you had me so tied up." Pulling himself up onto his elbows, he presses Bones gently into the bed, sliding his hands along his torso.

"You were so flushed." He strokes his fingers tenderly over Bones' cheeks. "Kinda like now, but a wholesome flush. You were sweaty and tired. Here, too." Jim's fingers slide down Bones' throat to his chest. "I couldn't stop thinking of all the ways I could wear you out myself."

[leftwithmybones]

He's happy to go with Jim, sliding into a rhythm that he appreciates. "Yeah?" he murmurs. "What was your favorite scenario? While I was sitting there sweaty and flushed with a datapadd in my hands studying some obscure disease. What were you gonna do to get my attention?"

[chasedthestars]

"Fall on my knees and beg," Jim answers with a smile, stroking down Bones' ribs, now, dipping into the divots between his hips. "That's how I knew it was bad, I couldn't think of a single sexy thing. None of the old standards, the dressing up, or down, or not at all, the lines or the shots or any of it. None of it seemed good enough. Not for you."

Closing his fingers loosely around Bones' dick, Jim admits, "All I could do was pine."

[leftwithmybones]

It's not even close to what he was expecting. And, honestly, he wishes he could say he was pining right back, but the truth is that he was waiting for Jim to grow up. Now, he can't even look at Jim without being bowled over by how much he loves him. "Shit," he groans, kissing Jim as hard as he can when words fail him and he wants to do nothing more than get Jim as close as physically possible. "You always know the right thing to say," he murmurs, lips pressed to the corner of Jim's.

[chasedthestars]

Jim kisses Bones until he's breathless, tastes bacon and pancakes and himself beneath it all, feels so in love that for a moment, he can't say a damn word. "I thought so," he says, "but you're the only thing I've found in the universe that leaves me tongue tied."

Pulling back, he kisses Bones' cheek, nuzzling along his frownlines as he tightens his hand, giving Bones a long, slow stroke. "I touched myself like this," he says. "In the shower, when I knew you were studying just a wall away."

[leftwithmybones]

"I am not," he grumbles in protest, not to be modest, but because he knows that's not the truth. "Enterprise leaves you pretty goddamn shellshocked," he feels like reminding Jim, closing his eyes as the sensation of Jim's hand grows almost too incredible to bear. "I thought about it. I thought about you, I got so damn jealous and I learned how to push it down."

[chasedthestars]

Jim hums in agreement, nosing along Bones' ear until he can get the lobe between his lips and suck gently. "Enterprise has yet to make me come," he murmurs, stroking again. "So you were thinking about me, and I was thinking about you. You know, I had to do it dry, half the time, or I'd come the instant I touched myself."

He releases Bones briefly and licks the palm of his hand, wrapping it back around him. "Won't do that to you, though."

[leftwithmybones]

"I'm grateful to hear the ship hasn't brought you off sexually," McCoy grumbles, scoffing because it's not like he's really ever wanted to think too hard on that topic. "Shit," he gasps. "Jim, peaches, you could do anything you want to me and I think I'd be okay with it."