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Jun. 28th, 2012 06:08 pmJim wakes in twisted sheets, flat on his back but breathing hard, a look of dazed frustration crumpling his features as he blinks up at the ceiling. Chronologically speaking, he's too old to be a virgin, even if he can't recall a single instance of sex.
So when he closes his eyes to revisit the sordid events of his dreams, he can't say with any certainty whether they're memory or fantasy. But he can still feel the scrape of Bones' stubble across his thighs, phantom fingers around his cock, he can still taste Bones' tongue sweeping over his own, and Jesus, he's so hard he's aching.
Reaching for himself, Jim only makes it past his belly button when he hears Bones in the kitchen, and he freezes with a groan. He holds his breath, praying to whatever god he might believe in that Bones will go back into his own room, and when he exhales, there's silence.
Jim slides gingerly out of bed, tiptoeing to the door to check. He opens it just a crack and sees Bones bent over, boxers stretched tight over a backside Jim's been imagining all night. "Shit."
So when he closes his eyes to revisit the sordid events of his dreams, he can't say with any certainty whether they're memory or fantasy. But he can still feel the scrape of Bones' stubble across his thighs, phantom fingers around his cock, he can still taste Bones' tongue sweeping over his own, and Jesus, he's so hard he's aching.
Reaching for himself, Jim only makes it past his belly button when he hears Bones in the kitchen, and he freezes with a groan. He holds his breath, praying to whatever god he might believe in that Bones will go back into his own room, and when he exhales, there's silence.
Jim slides gingerly out of bed, tiptoeing to the door to check. He opens it just a crack and sees Bones bent over, boxers stretched tight over a backside Jim's been imagining all night. "Shit."
