Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek Reboot, Kirk/McCoy
Rating: NC-17 liekwoah.
Warnings: BDSM, discussion of non-con (not of a main character)
Word Count: Around 25,000
Summary: Modern day FBI AU. Jim and Bones are partners who have just been given a new undercover assignment.
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to anything whatsoever is purely coincidental.
A/N : Many thanks to ellie_pierson for the fast and fabulous beta job! This is mah bff ennui_blue_lite's long-overdue birthday fic. She gave me my choice of using the prompt "Masters/slaves; Doms/subs" from my kink bingo card or "Undercover; forced to hurt your partner" from my hurt/comfort bingo card. This monstrosity of a plot bunny was the result. I hope it was worth the wait, honey. I love you madly, now & always.
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The next morning was the most strained morning-after of Jim's life, and he didn't even have an orgasm to show for it. Bones was staring into his newspaper like it was the most fascinating thing he'd ever read; only he didn't actually turn any pages. Jim got himself a bowl of cereal and then came back over to the kitchen table, plunking himself heavily into one of the chairs. He then promptly shouted in pain and stood back up, spilling cereal and milk all over himself. Fuck, his ass hurt.
Bones looked over at him, face red. "Can I -” he began.
"No," Jim said shortly, not wanting whatever assistance Bones was about to offer. He put the cereal bowl down on the table and stomped back into the bedroom to change his clothes. When he got back, the mess had been dealt with and Bones was now leaning up against the counter, his arms folded and a no-more-bullshit expression firmly fixed on his face.
"You don't want to talk about what happened last night, fine. But we need to talk about the case, figure out our next move."
Well, that was true. He got himself into his mental work-mode and that eased some of the tension churning in his gut. Then he nodded at Bones, gesturing for him to go on.
"That was a dumb-ass stunt you pulled last night, going off like that without telling me." Jim opened his mouth to protest, but Bones kept talking. "You're my partner. We can't do shit like that to each other. I've got to know I can rely on you. Got it?"
Jim dropped his head and scratched the back of his neck, now slightly abashed. "Yeah, okay."
"All right then. We got lucky, though, because that bit of foolishness seems to have given us the in we needed with Nero." Well, it was actually their performance after his "bit of foolishness" that had broken the ice with Nero, but Jim certainly wasn't going to mention it if Bones didn't.
"So I'll need to go meet with Nero tonight, see what his proposal is. I think you should stay here."
"What? No way!"
"Jim, he asked to see me, not you. There's nothing to be gained by having you there. And if you are there, well..."
Jim was fuming. "Well, what? I might fuck up again?"
"Don't put words in my mouth, Jim. I didn't say that."
"Then tell me what you meant."
"If you're there, Jim, then Nero might insist on a repeat performance of last night, that thing you wanna pretend never happened!"
Oh. Shit. Good point. But still... "I'm going with you."
"Of all the dumb-ass, stubborn..."
"You're my partner, Bones, and I'm not letting you go into danger alone." He folded his arms across his chest and put on his most determined expression.
"You're being an idiot, Jim. You're really going to be okay with it if Nero insists that you get down on your knees and suck my dick? Or that I tie you up and flog you? Or maybe that you put on a show, grovel at my feet and touch yourself and beg me to let you come, while everyone watches? All of that would be just fine and dandy with you?"
Jim gulped. His face felt hot and his pants were far too tight all of a sudden. That all sounded... really, really hot, actually. Not that he would ever in a million years admit it. "If that's what it takes to get the job done," he said instead.
"You'd have kinky sex with me in public for the sake of the goddamn job." Bones' voice was flat but there was something behind it, some nuance that Jim couldn't quite read.
"Bones, people are being sold into sexual slavery. Yeah, I'll do whatever I need to do. Don't worry about it -- it's not like it'll mean anything. And it sure as shit won't make into my official reports."
Bones looked at him long and hard, and though the set of his mouth was stiff, there was just a flicker of hurt in his eyes, and Jim didn't understand why. He kept quiet, though, let Bones think. He'd learned the hard way that there came a point that if he pushed more, Bones would just dig in his heels and refuse out of sheer cussedness.
"Fine," Bones said eventually. "Do whatever you want. You always do anyway."
Jim grinned. "Yes! Don't worry, Bones, we're going to kick some slaver ass."
Bones rolled his eyes and sat back down with his newspaper. Jim got himself another bowl of cereal and ate it standing up this time.
He dressed that night with special care, his stomach fluttering with adrenaline. He tried not to think about what kinky sex acts might be required of him and Bones. Not that he succeeded, but he tried. Sort of.
As it turned out, though, it was all wasted mental energy. They showed up at the club and Bones had just been served his customary scotch on the rocks when two of the quadruplets showed up and asked Bones to come with them to see Nero. At least this time they were polite. Jim trailed along as an afterthought. It kind of sucked being an afterthought.
Nero greeted Bones expansively. "Hello, Doctor. Please, have a seat."
Bones sat in the chair across from the desk -- the chair that he'd bent Jim over last night. Jim's cock throbbed in reaction to the memory, and he ignored it the best he could as he sank to his knees at Bones' feet.
"Dr. Dubois. I'll come straight to the point. I'm sure that you can understand that in this line of work there are sometimes... injuries sustained. As a result of activities that are completely consensual, of course, but nevertheless embarrassing to seek treatment for. I'd like to propose that I keep you on retainer as the club's doctor, and you can treat those injuries without raising uncomfortable questions for the persons involved."
"Well, now, that's an interesting proposition," Bones drawled. "What's in it for me?"
"Club VIP status -- get in any time you want, all your drinks will be comped. Plus, of course, I would pay you for your time. What's the standard billing rate for general practitioners these days? $500 an hour?"
Everyone in the room -- well, except maybe the quadruplets -- knew that it was nowhere close to that. But Bones kept his cool, just said, "Something like that, yeah."
"Well, then, doctor, what do you think?"
It was too good an offer for a greedy, dubiously ethical doctor to have turned down, and Bones didn't even pretend to consider it before he said, "Sounds like you've got yourself a doctor, Mr. Nero."
"Please, my friends just call me Nero."
"Nero, then. And please, call me Leo."
"I would of course expect you to be on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week. In case of an... urgent medical situation."
"Of course. I'll give you my cell phone number."
"Well, then, Leo, I believe we have an agreement." He offered his hand, and Bones stood to shake it.
"Please, Leo, feel free to enjoy the amenities. I have other business to attend to now, but I'll make sure that the staff understands that you're to be given special attention. Enjoy your evening."
Jim followed Bones back out to the club, heart pounding in the aftermath of the adrenaline rush from what had just occurred. Finally, they were getting somewhere.
They stayed at the club for a couple hours for form's sake, Bones chatting with the other regulars while making a show of enjoying the staff members' sudden attentiveness, patting asses and dispensing obviously appreciative looks while they smiled and winked back invitingly. It was part of his role, Jim knew, but he couldn't help the jealousy that bubbled up anyway, and he found himself glaring at the floor. Suddenly a large, warm hand settled on his head, the fingers carding gently through his hair. He peeked up and saw that Bones was looking down at him.
"You doin' all right there, darlin'?" he asked, and Jim was warmed at the concern in his voice, not to mention a bit mesmerized by the steady hazel eyes looking into his own. He nodded.
"You ready to go home?" Bones asked. Jim nodded again.
"All right, then, up you go." They were the same words he'd used last night and Jim bit his lip as the memory washed over him. Bones' hand was on his elbow, helping him stand up, and then that hand was resting on the small of his back, warm and possessive, as they walked toward the door.
Bones leaned toward him and murmured into his ear, "Everyone in this room is eating their hearts out that I'm the one taking you home."
Jim kind of doubted that -- yeah, he was hot, but he'd bet a least half of them were jealous of him for being the one with Bones. All the same, he grinned in pleasure at the compliment, and Bones' chuckle reverberated through his body.
They talked quietly about nothing in particular on the way home, and it felt familiar and comfortable. Bones was smiling one of his rare, gorgeous smiles as he unlocked the door and waved Jim inside.
As soon as Jim entered the apartment, his hackles rose. He made a sharp motion to Bones, who froze as they both looked around. Someone had been here. Oh, there was nothing obviously disturbed or out of place, but he'd been a cop for too long not to have razor-sharp instincts about that kind of thing. Bones was looking grim, and Jim knew that Bones felt it too, the unmistakable sense that someone had been and gone.
Just in case, they silently checked out all the rooms, not that they would've been able to do much against an armed intruder since neither of them was carrying. But there was no one. All the same, someone had been there, and who knew for what purpose.
"Darlin'," Bones drawled into the silence, and Jim jumped. "I feel like a long hot shower. Why don't you get it started and I'll be right in there with you." His voice was suggestive but his eyes were all business.
"All right, but don't take too long, okay?" he said in what he hoped was an appropriately petulant yet sexy tone.
"Don't worry; I won't keep either of us waiting."
Jim went into the bathroom and started up the shower. Only a few seconds later, Bones joined him, now holding a notepad and pen.
Bugs planted? he wrote in block letters far too clean and elegant to be a real doctor's chicken-scratch.
Jim grabbed the pen and scribbled back, Probably. Cameras? His own handwriting was atrocious, but Bones had gotten pretty good at deciphering it during the time they'd been partners.
I don't think so. I don't see anywhere that they could be hidden, or any holes in the walls or ceiling.
The place has been searched, though, Jim wrote.
Bones nodded, then took the pen and wrote You didn't have any real ID anywhere in the apartment, did you?
Jim rolled his eyes and shook his head. I'm not stupid, Bones.
Bones looked entirely unconvinced of that, but he wrote back, Car's probably bugged too. Valet had the key all night.
Jim's mind raced, his steel-trap memory running through everything they'd said on their way home, whether they'd said anything that would give them away. They hadn't been acting as Dom and sub, but then they'd never claimed to be lifestylers. And most importantly, they hadn't said anything that would reveal their true identities.
We're okay on that, he wrote, and Bones relaxed. It made him kind of ridiculously proud, the way Bones trusted him so implicitly. That if he said they were okay, Bones believed him without hesitation. Now what? he wrote.
Bones thought for a minute, then took the pen and started writing. It was longer than his other messages, and Jim couldn't read it with the way Bones was holding the pad. After he'd scratched for a while, Bones handed the pad back over.
It might be that Nero's suspicious of us, or it might be that he does this to everyone he lets into his inner circle. Either way, I think we're going to have to stick to our roles even when we're in the apartment or car now. We can talk if we're outside or at a restaurant or whatever.
As Jim read the message, he couldn't help the thrill of anticipation that ran through him at the thought of maintaining their roles even when they were alone.
Bones grabbed the pad back, scrawled something else on it and held it up for Jim. I wasn't kidding about a shower. You need one. You reek.
Jim stuck his tongue out at Bones, who was already writing again. You can go first.
He nodded. This would be okay. They'd changed in front of each other before, even showered right next to each other in the locker rooms at the company gym after a workout. This would be just like that, right? He steeled himself and started stripping off. The confines in here were way tighter than in a locker room, and he had to be careful not to brush up against Bones. It was awkward, and he felt self-conscious, but finally he was naked and getting into the already-running shower. He soaped up and washed his hair as quickly as he could, then rinsed off and stepped out, remembering to leave the water running. Anyone listening would think that this was the longest shower in the history of mankind, but he supposed if they were having in sex in there that it would take a while.
Oh shit, that was a very bad thought to have while naked in a bathroom with Bones. He could feel his cock starting to respond to that mental image and he quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, not even bothering to dry himself off with it first. He motioned for Bones to take his turn.
It wasn't until Bones was in the shower that he realized that the frosted glass, which obscured pretty much everything when you were inside the shower, didn't do all that much to conceal the occupant when you were outside the shower. He found himself staring at the blurred outline of Bones' solid chest, lean waist and hips, and his strong legs. When Bones turned to grab the bottle of shampoo, Jim caught a glimpse of a long heavy cock swinging between Bones' legs. He bit his lip hard and tried not to whimper.
He shouldn't be ogling his partner. He wondered whether Bones had been ogling him. Probably not. Wouldn't fit with his sense of honor. So Jim really should look away. Any minute now. Then the water shut off abruptly and he snapped his eyes away. He was staring at a spot on the wall when Bones stepped out and wrapped himself in a towel.
"Mmmm, darlin', that was so good," Bones said in a husky drawl as he dried himself off. Jim's eyes widened and he stared at Bones.
Bones rolled his eyes impatiently and motioned for Jim to say something. Oh, right. They had to play it up for their audience.
"Hell, yeah, it was," he said, trying to sound as sated as he could.
"Let's go on to bed now, Jim," Bones said, leading the way out of the bathroom. The sound of that deep, suggestive voice saying his name -- his actual name, not the nickname he used for their forays to the Narada -- made him shiver.
Jim took a quick detour into the study to slip into the pajama pants that he'd stuffed under the couch cushion that morning, and then went into the bedroom, where he found Bones already in bed. They couldn't afford to stay in separate rooms any longer -- the rustling and breathing noises of sleep had to come from only one room, not two. Bones didn't react when Jim slipped into bed beside him, which meant that he'd come to the same conclusion.
"Good night, darlin', sleep well," Bones said, and then he followed it up with a soft, gentle, but lengthy kiss to the back of his own hand. Jim clapped his hand over his mouth and tried not to let his giggles escape. Bones glared at him, which didn't help at all. He had to admit, it was a good idea, and it had sounded remarkably like a lingering goodnight kiss.
Jim paused for a moment, making sure he wouldn't burst into laughter as soon as he opened his mouth, and then said, "Mmm, nice. G'night."
Bones gave him a last glare and then clicked the bedside lamp off, washing the room in darkness. He turned over and settled in for sleep. Jim was way too keyed up to sleep -- he was lying in bed next to Bones, for god's sake. He'd wanted to get Bones into bed for a while now, but this was certainly not how he'd pictured it happening. He didn't generally sleep with his bed partners -- fuck-and-run was more his style. Commitment and cuddling were definitely not. Still, he'd take what he could get, and he'd always been good at capitalizing on opportunities that others might let slip. He started thinking of ways that he could turn the current situation to his advantage vis-à-vis him and Bones, and soon he was drifting into sleep, lulled by the sound of Bones breathing next to him.
When he woke up, Bones was gone, and he quickly smothered the pang of disappointment. He didn't like waking up next to someone, he reminded himself. It made him feel suffocated. He ignored the fact that he felt more rested and relaxed than he had in years.
He wandered out into the kitchen, scratching his belly and yawning, and saw that Bones was already sitting at the table, with his customary coffee and newspaper.
"Mornin', sleepyhead," Bones said.
"Ngh, need coffee," Jim replied. He tried to suppress the warm flicker of contentment he felt at this disgustingly cozy domestic scene.
Jim poured himself a mug, doctored it with milk and sugar, and sat down across from Bones, who had already written a message on their notepad. He pulled it over and read it while he sipped. I went out and called Pike this morning. He's sending over a team to sweep, to confirm whether we're under surveillance. But they can't remove the bugs if they find any or it would look too suspicious.
"Hey, isn't today the day the cleaning people come?" Jim asked. Bones gave him a look of approval.
"Yeah. We oughtta make ourselves scarce. Want to go out for breakfast, darlin'?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
Jim stared in horrified fascination as Bones smothered his sausages in maple syrup and his biscuits in greasy gravy. That was just not right. He shuddered and looked away, then squirted a large dollop of ketchup onto his eggs over easy and dug in enthusiastically.
"What's our next move?" he asked, chewing a mouthful of ketchupy egg and toast. Bones pointedly chewed his own mouthful and swallowed before answering.
"Now we wait for Nero to call on my professional services. No matter what he said, I'm sure that the real reason he wants a sleazy doctor on his payroll isn't because of people wanting to avoid embarrassment. He's going to have me treating people who aren't there of their own free will."
Jim nodded. "You need to document anything you see. I'm sure they won't let you bring a camera into an exam, but they'll probably let you bring your cell phone. You can use that to take pictures. Then if you can, get some of the patients to talk to you, admit that they're not there voluntarily."
"He may bring them to the club for short periods, but there's no way he's holding people there for any length of time," Bones said. "Too much opportunity for trouble. He's got to have them stashed somewhere else. We need to figure out where."
"Maybe you can get clues from some of the patients, see if they've seen the outside of where they're being held, or heard any distinctive noises, or even recognized the route they were taken to get to the club."
"All this is assuming Nero lets me be alone with the patients," Bones pointed out.
"You'll find a way to make it happen. Nero probably won't be there himself, at least not every time. Just his goons. Bluster about confidentiality and threaten everyone involved with painful injections if they don't get out of your way."
Bones shook his head, but he was smiling. "I think you overestimate my powers of bluster."
"Bones, I don't think it's possible to overestimate your powers of bluster."
Bones' cell phone rang and he answered it with a sharp "Yeah."
It seemed to be Pike on the other end, and they talked for a few minutes while Jim continued to scarf down his breakfast. Bones rolled his eyes as he hung up the phone. "Jim, the food's not going to run away. You don't have to bolt it like that."
"Wha-ever," said Jim through a large mouthful. "Wha'd he say?"
"No cameras, like we thought. There are bugs, though, in the kitchen, study, living room, and bedroom. None in the bathroom. Guess they didn't want to hear us using the crapper."
"All right, so we should be able to talk in there, if we do it quietly and have the shower running," Jim said. "They're going to think we're obsessed with hygiene, or have a shower fetish."
"They already think we're into BDSM. I hardly think a shower kink is going to shock them," Bones said dryly. Good point.
They dug in and finished the rest of their breakfast, Jim eyeing Bones' plate with suspicion and distaste. Seriously -- sausage and maple syrup?
As it turned out, they didn't have to wait long for the first call from Nero. They were lingering over coffee, by mutual unspoken accord avoiding going back to the bugged apartment, when Bones' cell phone rang.
"Yeah," he barked his customary greeting. Then he mouthed "Nero" to Jim and Jim came to alert.
"Back entrance of the club. Twenty minutes. Got it." He clicked the phone shut and raised an eyebrow at Jim. "Here we go."
"I'm going with you," Jim said, preparing for a fight.
"Yeah, all right," Bones said, taking Jim off guard, since he was already preparing his rebuttal.
Bones snorted. "You can play the peeved, sulky boyfriend who's being dragged along on a boring errand. Who knows, you might get an opportunity to poke around a bit, but Jim, do not take any unnecessary risks, all right?"
"No unnecessary risks, check."
Bones peered at him suspiciously, but eventually nodded. "Let's go."
The club looked different during the day, less glamorous and more tawdry. They drove around to the back and parked next to a stack of flattened cardboard boxes and wooden pallets. As Bones was grabbing his medical bag out of the car, Nero came out the back door and approached them. No -- wait, that wasn't Nero. It was another man with a shaved head and tattoos on his scalp. He and Nero could have been brothers, though.
"My name is Ayel," the man said. "Come with me."
So much for pleasantries. They followed Ayel into the back of the club, watched as he unlocked a heavy door that led to a corridor they'd never been in before. It was eerily silent, except that now he could make out distinct moans and whimpers. The kind most definitely indicating pain, not arousal. It made the hairs on the back of Jim's neck stand up.
As they approached the door the sounds were emanating from, Ayel turned to Jim. "You wait here." Then he pulled out his key ring and unlocked the door. As it swung open, Jim could hear the moans turning into cries of pain. Every instinct screamed at him to push Ayel aside and run into the room, but he forced himself into stillness. Bones disappeared into the room with Ayel and Jim was alone.
He peered around, looking for video cameras. He didn't see any, but that didn't mean there wasn't any. Still, he could probably get away with a certain amount of wandering. He had a reputation as a sneak already. So he strolled the hallway, checking to see if any doors were unlocked. None were. Well, it was probably too much to hope for. He resumed his place by the door that Bones had gone into and waited. And waited. He was starting to get worried when the door finally opened.
Bones' lips were pressed together, nearly white. "I'm going to need to see her again tomorrow, to follow up and check those injuries."
"I'm sure that won't be necessary," Ayel said. "But we'll let you know if we require any further services. Thank you, doctor, and enjoy the rest of your day."
Bones looked like he was about to argue, then thought the better of it, so he just nodded tightly. Ayel escorted them out. Bones didn't say anything in the car. He drove them to a park, slammed the car door and walked down to the edge of a small pond. Jim caught up with him, and neither of them spoke for several minutes.
"How bad was it?" Jim finally asked, almost afraid to know the answer.
"Bad enough," was all Bones said. "You were right, Jim. We've been screwing around too much. We've got to bring these fuckers down now. No more delays."
"Whoa, Bones. Wait a minute."
"No, Jim, I won't wait a goddamned minute. We've got to call Pike. We've got to raid the place now. Today."
Jim was kind of freaking out. He was supposed to be the one arguing for them to go off half-cocked, and Bones was supposed to be the voice of reason. This role-reversal thing was not cool.
"Bones, do you really think the woman you treated is still there?"
Bones set his jaw but didn't answer, so Jim continued. "And do you really think that if we raided right now, we'd find anyone else, or any evidence of Nero's crimes?"
Still no answer. One more question. "Did you get any clues from the woman as to where she was being held?"
That burst the damn. "Damn it, Jim, you know I didn't. Ayel was there the whole time. In fact, he insisted that she didn't know English and he had to act as interpreter. Bullshit. She understood every word we were saying."
"All right. So we made a start. We're one step closer to Nero trusting us. But Bones, you know we can't go busting in there yet. Yeah, it sucks that people are being hurt. But if we want to help them, we've got to do this right. We have to wait until we know where they're being held."
Bones picked up a pebble and hurled it violently into the pond, and they both watched the ripples expand and settle. Finally he exhaled. "Fine. You're right. But we're going to push harder, go more often, plant more surveillance. Actually, I planted a bug in the exam room when I was in there."
Jim was half-alarmed and half-impressed. "Right under Ayel's nose, huh?"
Bones snorted. "It wasn't hard. He was bored as hell, barely watching what I was doing. Mostly ogling my patient's breasts."
"What language were they speaking to each other?"
"Something Slavic. Not Russian. I couldn't place it, though."
"Hmm, all right, we'll have to get Uhura pulled from Spock's team so she can listen to whatever we get from the bugs. She'll recognize it, and probably speak it fluently along with a dozen of its variants too, knowing her. I'm going to call Pike, give him an update. Just chill for a few, okay?"
Bones nodded. He didn't look happy, but he didn't seem like he was ready to tear heads off either. Jim clapped him on the shoulder and stepped a few paces away to call Pike.
"All right, he's on it. He said to tell you that we're doing great and don't lose patience now, when we're so close."
Bones rolled his eyes, but he looked a little calmer. "Let's go home, Jim," he said.
Now Jim was concerned again. "Bones, you know we can't do that, not until the assignment is over."
Now Bones was -- was he actually blushing? "Yeah, sorry, forgot. Let's go back to the apartment."
And Jim got it. Bones had been talking about the apartment when he'd said "home." He'd been talking about the place they were living together. Jim felt an incredibly sappy smile come over his face and some of the tension of the afternoon drained out of him. He put his hand on Bones' shoulder, let the touch linger. "Yeah. Let's go home."
When they got inside their apartment, Bones just stood there, looking lost and alone, like he had no idea what to do next. Jim couldn't stand it. He took Bones' hand and led him into the bedroom.
"Take off your shirt and lie down on your stomach. I'm going to give you one of my famous backrubs."
"Famous where?" Bones muttered, but the words lacked any bite and he did as he was told. Jim got the bottle of body oil that he used to grease up his torso when they were going out, and came back to stand by the side of the bed. He poured some of the oil into his hands, warming it before beginning to work it down Bones' back in long, firm strokes. Bones let out a deep, cathartic breath.
"Yeah, that's it. Just let it go, B-baby." Shit, he'd almost slipped and said "Bones." He'd better watch himself more carefully. He worked in silence for a few minutes, but the angle was awkward and uncomfortable, bending over Bones from the side of the bed. He didn't let himself think about it before he kicked off his shoes, pulled off his t-shirt, and then moved onto the bed, straddling Bones' thighs. Bones lifted his head and turned it immediately, shooting a questioning look at Jim.
"Relax. I've got you, Leo," Jim said. Bones looked dubious but he settled back down with a grumble.
Jim settled into a rhythm. He loved doing this. It was almost meditative, the way he could just let his mind go quiet while his hands and arms worked, stroking and kneading. And he'd always liked making other people feel good -- sex was a fun way to do that, but it wasn't the only way.
Damn, Bones was tense. He carried all of his stress in his shoulders, and Jim was willing to bet that he'd never had a professional massage in his entire life. He'd see it as an unnecessary indulgence, as if he wasn't worth this kind of care and attention. Well, that nonsense was stopping now. He let his hands drift to Bones' neck, gently working out the knots there, and then down his arms, working the tense muscles until they were as limp as overcooked spaghetti.
Bones was groaning softly now, as if he was enjoying this too much to keep quiet, but trying not to let anyone know. So typical. Jim smiled, and without thinking about it, he bent down and planted a kiss between Bones' shoulder blades.
Bones tensed up immediately. So much for all of Jim's hard work. He sighed and sat back up, putting his weight into his arms as he started the massage again, pressing harder this time, working deeper, trying to get all of the hidden tension out. The moans escaping from Bones' mouth were louder now, more ragged and guttural. It was going straight to Jim's cock, which was now painfully hard and trapped by the fabric of his jeans. He paused momentarily to adjust himself, then kept going, digging his fingers into Bones' warm, smooth flesh.
"Jim..." the word sounded like it had been dragged out of Bones involuntarily. And it was way too desperate and needy to ignore. He raised himself off of Bones just long enough to urge him to flip over and then settled back down, this time grinding their groins together as he straddled Bones. Fuck, Bones was as hard as he was, and his jeans looked painfully tight. He flipped open the button on Bones' fly, leaned down, and captured his mouth in a hard kiss.
For a moment, Bones responded, his head raising up to meet Jim's mouth, his hands coming up to clutch Jim's arms. Then abruptly he broke it off, pushing Jim away. "Jim, what -”
"Shhh," Jim said, pointing upward. Bones' eyes were wide, almost frightened. "Just let me do this. Let me take care of you," he continued, his voice as non-threatening as he could make it. Their eyes locked for an endless moment, and Jim didn't dare to blink. Finally Bones gave one, hesitant nod, and let his head fall back onto the pillow. Jim felt a surge of triumph and something warmer that he didn't want to analyze.
He tugged Bones' pants off impatiently, then his briefs, before ridding himself of his clothes as well. Fuck, Bones was absolutely gorgeous. Well, he'd known that already, but somehow seeing him all spread out, naked, on their bed -- their shared bed -- well, it was different. He took a moment to look Bones over. Okay, he took a moment to check out Bones' cock. It was perfect. Just the right size, flushed and smooth and deep red, with a bulbous head that was already leaking. Jim's mouth watered and he climbed back on top of Bones, with one knee on each side of Bones' hips, so their cocks just barely brushed. They let out matching moans, and Bones raised his head to watch Jim.
There was a whole feast spread out before him, but he was too ravenous to explore it at a leisurely pace right now. He spent a little time on Bones' chest -- smoothly shaven, at Jim's request, and fuck, that was a heady thought. He kissed across it, swirled his tongue around Bones' nipples and then sucked and nibbled them when they tightened into hard little points. But he wasn't willing to wait much longer, and he was half-afraid that if he took too much time, Bones would put a stop to this. So he poured a little more oil into his hand, lined up his cock with Bones', and started stroking them both. Their cocks slid together, rubbing slickly against each other and against Jim's hand as he set up a rapid rhythm.
Bones' eyes were wide as he watched what Jim was doing, one arm now propped behind his head so he could see more easily. They were both staring at their cocks, Jim's slightly paler, slimmer cock a contrast to Bones' ruddy, thick cock. Jim added a second hand so he could encircled them both more easily, and he squeezed as he stroked, watching both cocks slide through the tight circle made by his hands. His own breath was coming fast now, in sharp little pants and gasps. He wasn't going to last much longer. He tightened his grip and redoubled his efforts, wanting Bones there with him, just as out of control as he was. He heard Bones make a muffled whine in the back of his throat, and it just spurred him on as his hands raced over their flesh, no finesse, just heat and tightness and motion.
Bones came just a fraction of a second before he did, the only warning a slight catch in Bones' breath and then he was spurting, thick and heavy, over Jim's hands. The sight catapulted Jim into his own orgasm and his head fell backward as he yelled out his pleasure. His hands kept up their motion, squeezing more gently now, wringing the last drops from both of them.
They shuddered together for a few moments, coming down from the high. When Jim looked back down at Bones, he had his arm thrown over his face, as if to shield himself from a bright light. Jim playfully tried to shove his arm away, but Bones just tightened his muscles and it was like trying to move steel rebar. Then Bones' other arm was pushing at Jim's hip, urging him off.
Bones was rolling out of bed now, not even looking in Jim's direction as he scooped his clothes off of the floor. "Got to go clean up," he said, and then he was gone.
Jim flopped onto his back in the bed. What was up with that? He heard the shower start, and then stop again a couple minutes later. He drifted in a lazy post-orgasmic haze, only slightly disturbed by Bones' quick exit. Maybe he really was obsessive about hygiene. It wasn't until he heard the apartment door closing that he realized that Bones had just pulled a runner.
There was a note on the table, saying that Bones had gone out to get some groceries. It was a weak excuse, but there wasn't much he could do about it. It was kind of strange, and kind of crappy, to be on the other end of the fuck-and-run equation. Although at least he had the common decency to say goodbye to his partners before he took off. Well, usually.
Still, it wasn't something he would have expected from Bones. Neither was being an awesomely kinky dominant, though, so obviously there was a lot about Bones he didn't know. The realization didn't sit very well with him. All right, he'd treat Bones like a case. Analyze and figure out what made him tick. So why'd he run out after seriously hot sex? Hmm. Well, the reason Jim always ran is that he didn't want the other person to go thinking that he was in it for some kind of relationship. Ugh. Not his style. So maybe that's why Bones got freaked and took off. He was thinking that Jim was going to get clingy or something. The thought stung, but he shook it off. He'd just have to show Bones that he didn't have to worry on that score. Easy enough.
He got up and showered, threw some clothes on and pondered his next move. He needed to back off and give Bones some space. Maybe also imply that their encounter didn't mean that Jim was already picking out matching rings or some shit. So he got dressed, scrawled a note of his own under the one that Bones had left on the table for him -- Going out. Don't wait up. -J -- and headed out to one of his favorite clubs for a little fun.
The problem was, it wasn't actually that much fun. The pulsing lights and pounding music quickly gave him a headache, and he kept glancing over his shoulder, expecting to see Bones there so they could commiserate, and then each time he'd feel a little pang when he realized he was alone. Not alone, actually -- he had plenty of company, and no shortage of free drinks and willing dance partners. Somehow, though, he didn't enjoy it the way he normally would, the press of strangers' bodies against his, the anonymous freedom in grinding against people on the dance floor, people he'd never see again and couldn't care less about.
And anyway, most of these strangers were no more than kids -- college students, maybe a few young professionals just out of college. He looked around and suddenly he realized he was one of the oldest people here. Holy shit, he'd gone and become an adult and he hadn't even realized it. The thought was vaguely horrifying and yet -- also not. He was dancing with a really hot guy, solidly built yet slender, with dark hair and intense bedroom eyes, and abruptly he realized that the reason he'd been attracted was that he bore a passing resemblance to Bones. Shit. He felt ill, pushed away from the guy, who gave an irritated "hey!" He elbowed his way toward the door, increasingly feeling like he couldn't breathe. It was too crowded, too noisy, too much.
He stumbled outside and sat on the curb, hanging his head between his knees and waiting for the dizziness to pass. He heard passing club goers laughing about the guy who'd had too much, but he ignored it. They didn't matter.
There was only one possible conclusion and he wondered why it had taken him so long to figure it out. He was in love with Bones. In love. Shit. He'd made it to 28 without letting anyone get close, and now, of all the bad luck, he had to go fall for his partner, the one guy he trusted, the one relationship he couldn't afford to fuck up.
He felt his panic rising, and forced it down.
He couldn't fuck this up -- so he wouldn't. He could do this. No-strings attached sex was his specialty. He just wouldn't let on that he felt anything more than friendship and partnerly affection. Maybe that would let Bones chill out and enjoy this.
He arrived back at the apartment with a grim kind of determination flooding through him. He took a deep breath and pasted on a smile before opening the door. Bones was there, sitting on the couch and staring into the semi-darkness of the dimly lit room.
"Have a good time, Jimmy?" Bones' voice was strangely free of inflection. It left Jim floundering, not quite sure how to respond.
"Yeah, sure, Leo, you know me, always up for a good time."
Bones gave a bitter chuckle. "Oh, trust me, I know." Abruptly he shifted gears. "I'm going to bed. You smell like cheap aftershave. Don't come to bed until you've washed that shit off."
Jim flushed, partly in anger and partly in embarrassment. The guy he'd been dancing with had been drenched in cologne, but he didn't realize that the scent had transferred onto him. But then, where did Bones get off, acting like he had any right to tell Jim what to do? After all, he was the one who'd run out on Jim, not the other way around.
He stomped after Bones, stripped down to his boxers, and defiantly climbed into bed next to him. The glare Bones gave him could have peeled paint. "Jim, I told you to shower first. You're not sleeping in our bed, stinking of some other man."
"What's it matter to you?" Jim flung back. "Anyway, what are you going to do about it? Going to drag me into the shower yourself? Scrub me up, dry me off, then throw me over your knee and spank me?" His heart beat faster, and he really didn't want to think about the fact that that's exactly what he wanted Bones to do, but he had already faced the fact that he loved Bones so he might as well face the fact that he fucking loved it when Bones dominated him too.
For a moment, it looked like he might've provoked Bones into doing just that. But then, like a switch had been flicked, he saw all the fight drain out of him. "No. I'm not. Night, Jim." He rolled over onto his side, facing away from Jim, and as far away as he could be given that they were sharing a bed.
Well, fuck. Jim felt a knot settle in his gut, and tried desperately to blame it on Bones, but he had a sneaking suspicion it was his own damn fault. And now that he was lying here, he realized that he did reek of another man's scent, and he abruptly hated it. But he'd boxed himself into a corner, made such a point of defiance that he couldn't back down now, so he just stewed miserably in anger and resentment until he finally drifted off into a troubled sleep.
When he woke up, the bed was empty. Jim quietly went and showered, scrubbing his skin until it was pink and tingling. Then he went back into the bedroom, stripped the sheets off the bed and threw them into the dirty laundry pile, along with his clothes from the previous night. He got a spare set of sheets from the linen closet in the hallway and remade the bed before going into the kitchen to face Bones.
Bones was sipping his coffee and wouldn't meet Jim's eyes. Jim slipped into a chair opposite him and said, in a subdued voice, "I'm sorry for not showering last night."
Bones looked startled, and when his eyes met Jim's his eyebrows were lifted. "All right, Jim," he said, surprisingly softly. Then in his usual growl he added, "Don't do it again."
And just like that, all was right in Jim's world again. He grinned and nodded, then grabbed Bones' coffee and took a gulp. "Ew, gross, how can you drink it black like that?" he asked.
Bones rolled his eyes. "I always drink it like that, and you damn well know it, so if you want it some other way, go get your own."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jim said, but he took another sip of Bones' coffee, liking the idea that his lips were touching the rim of the mug where Bones' had just been. Jesus, he was getting sappy.
He noticed Bones' eyes focused on his mouth, and he deliberately swiped his tongue over his lower lip, looking up at Bones from under lowered eyelashes. Bones was staring at him now, seemingly transfixed.
"You wanna?" Jim asked, jerking his head toward the bedroom. Okay, not his smoothest line, but it would get the job done.
Bones gave a bark of laughter that somehow didn't sound amused at all. "What, twice last night wasn't enough for you?"
Wait, twice? Oh, shit, Bones thought he'd actually had sex with the guy at the club. And, well, that had kind of been his plan, to make Bones believe that, before it had backfired so spectacularly.
He suddenly realized that he'd read Bones totally wrong, and that his idea of reassuring Bones that this didn't mean anything serious to him was just about the worst idea he'd ever had. And he'd had some doozies.
If Bones hadn't freaked out last night because he was afraid of commitment -- and really, looking back at it, that had been a stupid misread, because Bones had never been afraid of commitment, whether to his previous marriage or his partnership with Jim -- then why had he freaked out? And thinking about it in the clear light of morning, the answer was obvious. Bones had freaked out because it meant too much to him. And because he thought it didn't mean anything to Jim. And he'd played right into that fear when he'd gone out. Christ, for a trained investigator he could be an idiot.
So where did that leave him? He'd never committed to anything before, never wanted to, but then he'd also never been in love before. He felt a bit like he was in freefall, but if he knew anything; it was that Bones would always be there to catch him. He screwed up his courage, and damn, this was way harder than putting himself in the way of some drug dealer's bullet. But he'd never been a coward, and he wasn't going to start now.
"I didn't do anything with that guy," he said. "I mean, we just danced. I know we haven't talked about this before, but as long as we're -- you and me, I mean -- well, I wouldn't, with anyone else, if you didn't want me to, and really, why would you, 'cause I know you're not the kind of guy who likes to share, and I'm okay with that, even though I - "
"Jim? Shut up," Bones interrupted him, but there was a slow smile spreading across his face and Jim thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful.
Jim promptly closed his mouth. Thank god the talking shit was over. "So, you wanna?" he asked again.
"Hell yeah," said Bones this time.
Bones took him to bed -- and there was no doubt about who was taking whom. He nodded approval at the clean sheets and then got down to the important business of getting them both naked. Then he pushed Jim down onto the mattress and proceeded to take him completely apart with his mouth and hands.
Before Jim could even really process what was happening, he was on the receiving end of the best blowjob he'd ever had in his life, with Bones' lush pink lips wrapped around his cock, that pretty mouth sucking for all it was worth. Jim threw his head back and screamed -- and he never screamed, that shit was just embarrassing -- and came right down Bones' throat, feeling the rhythmic squeezing as Bones swallowed around him.
He lay on his back, panting, with little whimpering noises escaping from his lips every few seconds. Fuck, it had never been like that, that intense, not in his entire and very extensive sexual history.
Bones crawled up and loomed over him, and there was none of the hesitancy or uncertainty he'd showed the previous night. Bones looked downright evil, in the best possible way. He leaned down and gave Jim a slow, deep, lingering kiss, letting Jim taste himself in Bones' mouth. When he pulled away, Jim instinctively chased the kiss, and Bones chuckled softly.
"Your turn now, Jimmy. Put that mouth of yours to good use." Jim shivered at the dark, commanding tone of voice.
They switched places, and Bones stuck a pillow behind his back and leaned up against the headboard, reclining lazily, and Jim knew it was so he could get a good view of Jim sucking his dick. He shivered again in anticipation.
It had been a while since he'd done this, and actually, he hadn't done it more than once or twice, but somehow he knew Bones wouldn't be put off by his lack of expertise. In fact, he was pretty sure Bones would like the knowledge that Jim wasn't all that experienced in this particular arena.
Turned out that Bones really really liked that knowledge, and as soon as he figured out that Jim didn't know what he was doing, he took control of the situation, guiding Jim's head into position, threading his fingers through Jim's hair and indicating with gentle pushes the depth and speed he preferred. Jim was pretty sure Bones was taking it easy on him, but he seemed to be enjoying himself anyway, judging by the burning intensity in his eyes, the way his mouth was slightly parted and the gasps of "Jim" and "yes" that fell from his lips.
Just as Jim's jaw was starting to ache, Bones' fingers tightened in his hair and then his cock was pulsing in Jim's mouth, spilling hot, thick come that Jim gulped down as fast as he could. A little bit escaped out of the corner of his mouth but he did his best and he could read the approval in Bones' eyes. It thrilled him, that approval, in a way he couldn't really explain, but couldn't deny.
They spent the rest of the day in bed, alternating periods of rest and soothing touch with periods of intense, mind-blowing sex. No penetration, but then Jim wasn't sure he was quite ready for that, and anyway they found plenty of other ways to enjoy themselves. They were both acutely aware of their audience, so they didn't talk much, but Jim found that they didn't need words -- now that he knew what he was looking for, he could read Bones easily, could see the depth of emotion there for him. He wondered how long it had been there -- how long he'd been too blind to see it.
Morning turned into afternoon turned into evening, and then it was time to get dressed and go to the club. Much as Jim wanted to stay in bed with Bones, he was also looking forward to going to Narada, having everyone see him with Bones. They wouldn't know it was any different now, but he would. And Bones would.
On to Part 3