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He feels like a goddamn new man.

True, he's been on the mend for probably weeks now, but the tests that came back today report that his white blood cell count is finally back up to where it's supposed to be and that whatever the hell was wrecking its way through his system might be there, but with a few treatments a month, he's got it under control. McCoy goes for a haircut, buys himself some new clothes and a bottle of champagne, and then he's on his way home to tell Jim the good news.

(And he just thought of the place as home, now he knows he's thinking about sticking it out and staying with Jim)

And Jim. Well, he owes Jim a hell of a lot, which is why he's also got himself a small gift-wrapped box in his hand. All those shifts at the hospital and all that overtime along with his salary means he's got a lot of money in the bank. After all that Jim's been through because of him, the man deserves a nice present. Breathing out the last of his nerves, he knocks as he heads inside the house, butterflies slamming against his ribcage as he announces himself.

"Jim! Jim, I'm home," he calls. "Where are ya?"

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"Right, because I was being a monk will..." he's shut up when Jim leans in and kisses him, shifting up on the bike to be exactly where Jim wants him to be, grabbing his cheek as hard as he can as he rocks forward to try and make up for lost time, all in this one kiss.

It's a hefty goal, but hell, why not reach for the stars?

Jim groans, swinging himself into a straddle facing Bones on the seat so he can get even closer to him. He started sweet, but now that they've begun, Jim's kisses are hungry and eager, ready to make up for all the kisses Bones has been too sick to share for so long.

"Fuck," he growls into the kiss, grasping at Jim's shirt so he can get a good hold on it and use it as leverage in order to get closer, damn determined to feel everything that he can. "This is a goddamn turn-on for you," he mutters, but it's in the middle of a filthy, deep kiss that has more teeth and tongue than McCoy's used to.

"My hot, healthy boyfriend sitting on the back of my motorcycle and letting me feel him up?" asks Jim against Bones' mouth, his hands down the back of Bones' jeans. "That's been a fantasy since I was fourteen, Bones."

"Oh, well, far be it for me to ruin your fantasy," he drawls, his eyebrow cocking upwards before he leans in for another kiss, rocking back against those hands in his jeans. Breathless, he tears himself away when he needs to get some oxygen in.

"We're not getting naked out here," he warns.

"No?" asks Jim, fastening his mouth to Bones' throat when he pulls away to breathe. He pushes his hands deeper past the hem of Bones' jeans, helping himself to two handfuls of his ass. "I mean, I am the landowner. Technically anything I'm cool with short of murder flies."

"Yeah? Well, as your boyfriend, I object," is his grumpy response despite the fact that Jim's working hard to make him melt with his mouth doing such pretty things as that. He breathes in sharply and leans forward into Jim's touch, grinding back against his palms. "No secret cameras out here? No pesky neighbors?"

"Not for miles, and you know I have proximity alarms set just to be a shit," Jim informs him, pulling Bones closer by the seat of his pants. "You feel well enough to get off twice?" he asks against Bones' ear. "I could suck you off before I ride you. Take the edge off."

His breath is already a little ragged and he's not the one who usually folds on a dare like that, but it's been so damn long and every part of him is pent up and wanting something to feel. "How about we both jerk each other off," he suggests with a smirk, "and first one to get hard gets to fuck the other."

As if it isn't going to be Jim, but it's got a challenge to it.

Jim sits back. "I've been hard since you sat on the motorcycle, Bones," he says, licking his lips. "We're gonna get this thing real dirty right out of the gate, which I'm not exactly complaining about, but I hope you got some paint wax to go with the keys."

"Well, I need to leave you some things to buy for it," is his reply, straddling as he leans back and takes advantage of the fact that Jim apparently likes the way he looks on one of these things. He'd kick a foot up, but he's sort of worried that he might fall on his ass.

And that just ain't sexy in the least.