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Bones was wearing a lab coat as he entered the bridge, which he literally never did outside of the lab; Jim angled his head to try and figure out the state of Bones's crotch past the cover. How flattering of him to be so prepared!
Jim was too, including in the entirely practical ways of initiating a lockdown as soon as Bones stepped through the door. Now no one else would be able to enter. Then he adjusted his cowboy hat before he turned the chair away from the console.
"Oh, good god."
Jim spread his arms in welcome, and to show off that he was shirtless. "Bones!"
"So we are actually doing this," Bones said, looking at Jim's torso and sounding both sceptical and not in the slightest put off.
"And you didn't even take a minute to get here after I called you. Look at that coat, too--" Bones shucked it and tossed it over the science station, leaving the bulge of his half-chub on display, leaving Jim to say, "Okay, I guess we won't be looking at your cunning disguise."
"I take it that it's safe to start." It was barely an inquiry since Bones went on undressing, working off a boot.
Mock-scandalised, Jim said, "Wow, Bones, so much for foreplay."
"Why are your pants still on?" Then he did a double take, taking Jim in properly. "How about foreplay, Jim? I think that qualifies as a medical condition more than an erection."
"You mean I've legitimately got a medical emergency in my pants?" He made his voice porn star breathy. "And the doctor's rushed to come fix it right up? We're living the dream!"
Once again Bones lost interest in keeping in line with the thread of the conversation and just said, "Get over here."
Jim beamed. When he spoke with that growl, like he was gritting his teeth ... well, sometimes you needed context clues to make sure you weren't in the doghouse, but context meant the night was looking real promising. He crooked his finger to call Bones over to the chair. Jim was already going to be doing all the work, so Bones was going to have to play along.
Or toss the second boot at him. Sure. Jim scoffed as he swatted it away and then laughed as Bones stormed him, getting him out of his pants and underwear while simultaneously bestowing a kiss from his mouth to his throat.
"You ever feel like you're exactly where you should to be. Just the right place, where you want to be."
"You're almost there. Move up a touch." Bones shifted him, Jim resisting just enough to feel the eagerness in those steady hands and then settling eagerly back into Bones's lap.
That went up to the ends of his hair, anticipation like electricity, but he ignored the reply. "Nah, what am I talking about." He leaned in to crowd Bones, taking an arm off the back of the seat to wrap around his shoulders, drag him close and dare him not to love it. "You never do feel that way, you miserable bastard."
Like Jim was adorable, dumb, and five, Bones ruffled his hair. "That's what you think? Sure. Comfort yourself with your fictions. Of course I'm right where I ought to be."
Jim wasted time twisting back to bite at Bones's lips, because how could he not. Closing his teeth lightly on them and nipping the air right in front, teasing. Bones loved all that.
"Are you going to kiss me properly or not?" Bones demanded.
Mostly loved it.
"Not. Let's ride, hoss." Then Jim put his hands up. "And no more hung-like-a-horse themed jokes - I know I'm over allotment. That one slipped out."
"Good call. More of that would have required me to make an ultimatum."
"And I would have believed you," Jim said, pulling on his most earnest face.
"I didn't say the ultimatum would have been to shut up or have me leave. More like, do you want to fuck or do you want to have a gag on while we fuck?"
Yes, that, and more - but just the idea got Jim impatient, and he slid a hand back to take hold of the base of Bones's cock. The sound growled in his ear was hungry to the point of hurt. "Help me out here, Bones--" They guided themselves and each other into position, and Bones's hips gave an immediate jump as his cock found Jim pre-slicked and yielding, driving the plump head inside.
"Yeah, yeah, I did take the chance to prepare myself once I hacked the cameras to switch off - god, no, don't ask me about it, fuck," Jim said, thinking about the jumping muscle in his left thigh, how hard it was to breathe all of a sudden, that they might have to stop in the middle so he could turn around and get a better angle. Not thinking about steadying himself on the chair and bending over, hoping and knowing the trick with the cameras had worked, imagining Bones watching him anyway.
"Not surprised. I have met you," Bones breathed along his spine. "I do know you, Jim..." Toothy kisses stung along the line of his shoulders and he must have planted his feet, because he bucked thrust after thrust into Jim. It was too fucking good, and Jim let it go on too long. There was a plan, though.
"I'm driving, McCoy."
"Well, I'm not just gonna sit here. But you are the captain."
"I'd like a 'yes, sir' out of you, Lieutenant-Commander."
"Yes, sir. Please get on with it, sir. I'm damn near dying for it, sir."
"It's a nice ass," Jim agreed. "And you, I like what you're bringing to the table too..."
Hardly another minute passed before Bones got fed up with the brim of the cowboy hat being in his face and batted the whole thing off, but Jim huffed a laugh and kept riding and rocking as good as a rodeo he'd never even seen himself, only read about in old novels. Bones filled him up fat and hot and perfect, leaning with him and grinding mindlessly whenever Jim took a moment to stay right down at the root of him. They were a sweating mess on his gorgeous chair, the viewscreen wide and pristine in front of them. He wished it was possible to do this when they were facing the stars instead of a hangar, but it didn't matter so much when he let his vision blur and with those familiar hands on his waist holding him close and balanced, indulging in letting out his own moans.
One of Bones's hands went to the crease of his thigh, rubbing meaningfully - a way to ask about jacking him off, because Bones was close. Jim wrapped Bones’s hand around his straining dick and then just kind of hung on. He maybe liked being taken care of. Bones definitely knew that. Under Jim’s thighs, he could feel the shift as Bones moved forwards to set his feet. Then his ride bucked hard, fingers set just so far from too tight on Jim’s dick, and Bones tipped him over the edge.
When Jim could pry his eyelids apart and enjoy the tingle in his toes, Bones was gently moving out of him. "Nobody does it like you, Captain Cowboy," Bones said with a sigh.
"Hey, Bones. What do you want to bet there's going to be a headline in a news article calling me that within ... like, the next two years."
"Hell no. No more bets! Especially because if that one comes true you're going to try and top yourself and wear a crown everywhere."
Jim lit up.
Bones groaned.