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[McCoy plants a hand in the middle of Jim's back and shoves gently to get him over the damn threshold and into McCoy's quarters. Really. It's like pulling teeth to get certain people to realise they're not a fucking burden and can actually let someone give them a hand for once.]

You've been here before. It's not the ninth circle of hell - well, no more than it usually is. I'll find you some clothes.

You want a shower or anything before we turn in?

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[McCoy harrumphs at the stupidest apology he's ever heard in his life, but he'll leave it at that for now. Of course the kid thinks he needs to apologise. Of course he does.]

[Sigh.]

[He swallows as Jim begins to explain, and listens quietly.]

Shit.

Here.

[He reaches out, grabs one of Jim's wrists, and plants his hand over his own bare chest.] I'm alive, kid. Just a dream. It can't hurt you.

And you're alive, too. You're not dying again until I kill you when you're ninety or so, because you won't fucking stop leaving your socks on the floor insteada in the hamper.

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[Jim watches his hand go over Bones's chest, his own expression softening with the heartbeat he can feel underneath his fingers.]

[He's alive. So very much alive. ]

[Jim isn't alone. He isn't dying. And Bones is alive. Jim's blue eyes creep up from that hand to meet McCoy's own.]

Shit, yeah.

[The fear and hatred ebb away with a swell if overpowering need. Jim closes the distance between them and scoops Leonard into his arms, planting his ear against that heartbeat instead. Alive.]

[Alive, goddamn. He comes apart. Jim shifts up and kisses Bones deeply, breathing in the scent of his best friend. His lover. His anchor. Proof they're both still breathing.]

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[McCoy's shoulders relax a little as he sees Jim's tension dissipate. Well, it's not gone entirely. There's still a shadow to his eyes, something McCoy needs to get out of him before he gets taken back again. Not because he thinks that Jim telling him will make everything better.... but it has to help, a little, to know that someone else knows.]

[He grins as Jim puts his ear against his chest. Jim's hair is soft, tickles his skin. He brings a hand up to cradle Jim against him.]

...mmmf.

[...maybe getting that other stuff out of him can wait a little. Right now, he's busy stroking gentle hands down over Jim's shoulders, each hand finding a purchase in a different place, as Jim kisses him thoroughly.]

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[So Jim can't just disappear into the gym for the next several hours. He can't go to the observation deck and brood in insomniac peace.]

[Maybe he doesn't have to.]

[Jim's hands are running up and down Leonard's arms, before moving to his chest instead. Exploring the broad shoulders, the exposed skin. How Bones could think he was anything other than gorgeous mystifies him. He's perfect.]

[He breaks the kiss finally to come up for air only to latch on to a spot just under McCoy's ear, nipping and sucking a trail of kisses all along his jaw. Those hands have moved south again, resting on Leonard's hips. Jim shifts forward, nudging a thigh in between his legs, growing bolder by the second.]

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[No, he can't do that. And he'd better not. McCoy wants him, needs him, right here. For Jim's sake... and for his own.]

[He's gonna be so fucking worried when he has to send Jim back out into the black again.]

[Jim's hands are everywhere, and McCoy'd feel shy about being so thoroughly mapped if he didn't also feel so fucking aroused. It's been a long time for him, but apparently some things still work just the way they used to. There's a gasp when Jim suckles at him, then a groan as McCoy grinds down reflexively against the muscled thigh in between his own.]

[Jim's hard too.]

[McCoy threads hungry fingers through Jim's hair, encouraging his head this way and that.]

Jim... you sure you want this?

[His voice is gravel, roughened by arousal.]

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[The groan of what that voice is doing to Jim right now should be all the answer McCoy needs. Should be. But this is Bones and Jim has wanted this for so long.]

[He licks a strip from just under his ear all the way down Leonard's jaw in one swift motion. Pulls away and stares at Bones. Gets a smile that should be illegal.]

[Jim whispers right into his ear, voice breathless.]

I'm sure I want those legendary hands of yours to hold me down and fuck me.

[The chuckle Jim punctuates with is a low rumble, ending in a moan as Bones grinds against him, reveling in much needed friction.]

God. You...you want me to beg? Shit. God damn Bones.

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