Jim is still staring at that leather jacket when Bones grabs him up and kisses him with a heat he hasn't felt from him in ages, or maybe even ever. It's enough to make Jim's toes curl, and he groans into Bones' mouth, his hands tight on his hips, but stopping just short of pulling Bones even closer.

"Bones," he gasps out, pulling his mouth away. "What's gotten into you?"