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[bornsnarky]

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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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[bornsnarky]

[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.]

[smartass_captain]

[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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