Jul 3, 2013
"I am, and it's glorious. Never really paid attention in school-- think I need another lesson on anatomy."
"Then what the hell're you waitin' for? C'mon, then. Reckon I still got a thing or two to teach you."
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"I am, and it's glorious. Never really paid attention in school-- think I need another lesson on anatomy."
"Then what the hell're you waitin' for? C'mon, then. Reckon I still got a thing or two to teach you."
"Yeah, just hold tight and I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." Smiling over at him, he steals a kiss. It seems he is about as concerned with people seeing as Bones is. Let them look, let them know. They are not available, they belong to one another. Jim pities the fool who hits on Bones around him, because he will not be kind. He wouldn't be nasty, but he'd put all his energy into being a sarcastic and condescending little shit until they gave up and left them be.
"So long as you wear a " he gestures vaguely at his own head with his hand, " helmet." He knows he sounds like an over-protective parent or something, but he's worked ER's before, back on Earth. He's seen too many damn people come in mangled from motorcycle wrecks. The thought of Jim ending up like that makes his gut go sour. "Maybe you an' I can get some road time in next time we're Earthside." He likes that idea. Hell, he just likes saying we. Him and Jim. He likes that.
"I'm not sure I quite follow, doc. What 'other places' do you mean?"
"I'm a doctor, Jim, not an anatomy teacher. Use your imagination."
"Can't say I have. Ever been on a motorcycle?" Jim grins, the only piece of his old life that he has to offer, the only one that feels appropriate to share. The bar fights and law-breaking are long behind him, and it's a world he'd never subject Bones to. His love for motorcycles that go way too fast, on the other hand, that is something he can share. He can almost picture it now, Bones shoving a helmet onto him whilst spouting off statistics of injury and death from reckless bike driving.
"Once," Bones says, scratching the side of his head with his free hand as he waits for the replicator to finish. Damn, but that's an unnatural sound it makes. No machine in charge of preparing his food should make that kind of noise. "I'm thinkin' with you, it'd probably be a more pleasant experience." Granted, that's not setting the bar too high. His first (and what he thought to be last) time on a bike had been with his friend in high school. He hadn't known it then, but the kid'd been drinking. Threw 'em both. Bones still has the scars, faded as they are.
"I sincerely hope 'work somethin' out' means you're going to put your tongue in my mouth."
"Among other places."
"Georgia, huh? I'd like that. I'd show you where I grew up, but." His left shoulder shrugged upwards nonchalantly as he got himself together something to eat. But home isn't really my home. I don't really have a home, or I didn't. I used to think Starfleet might be my hope, and then the Enterprise. Then I fell asleep in your arms, and I figured out what home really feels like. All these things he cannot say, not here. Not now, with others present to overhear his insecurities.
Bones glances over at him. He can hear the hesitation in his voice, the same as he can feel the sudden tension in his form. He pulls him closer, rubbing a hand over his arm in a sort of silent reassurance. Whatever it is that's on his mind, it's okay. Everything's okay, so long as they've got this between them. So long as he's got Jim and vice versa. "You ever had a real Georgia peach?" he says as he punches in his order in the replicator, and he knows it's a shitty subject change, but he doesn't care. It is what it is what it is. "My granny used to make the best peach cobblers. Got 'em straight out of the orchard in the back quarter." He still owns the land, still has it in his name. There was a time he'd planned on selling it off - Jocelyn'd never wanted it - but now, he thinks that someday, he and Jim...well, that's a thought for another time. A long, long time from now.
{ s e d u c e } Bones, I've got a bottle of cognac in storage, and a hard on to choke a horse. Did I mention I'm not wearing underwear, and I'm in the mood to be on top? I was thinking we could get a few drinks into us, and I could ride you for an hour or two. You know that thing I can do where I can swirl my hips clockwise? Well I just figured out how to alternate clockwise and counter-clockwise. I wanna take you to the edge and slow it down, kiss you breathless and then make you cum in me.
"Reckon I can be up in five three."
Hey, I steal the covers so you have to snuggle extra close. I've got a method to my madness, and dammit Bones I was a serial bachelor all my life. I'm getting used to sharing a bed with someone I care about. You'll train me yet, I have faith. Maybe try water in a spray bottle?
"Remember you said that when you wake up tomorrow morning with a face full of ice water."