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Jim returns that last kiss happily, not even complaining when Bones pulls away and resumes their walk to sickbay. They'll have plenty of time to kiss and do other stuff later, and anyway it's probably not a good idea to do it here, where there's the risk that a random officer might walk in on them.

Once they reach medical, Jim lets Bones step inside first. It doesn't look too different from the first Enterprise, though Bones, being the expert, might spot a few differences: equipment that's a little more advanced, maybe a bit more room too, or a slightly different configuration. Either way, it's Bones's territory, so he'll be more than free to change things up as he pleases later.

He's pretty happy with it, if he's honest. The lack of major change goes a long way towards him appreciating it, too, because the last thing he needs is to suddenly have to come to grips with something so new in his face, especially when he's still getting used to the part where he and Jim are a thing.

That's all the new and exciting he could want or handle, if he's honest. Grinning, he makes sure the door is locked once he ushers out a few of the workmen, patting the biobed. "C'mere, let's test this out. God knows you'll be on it eventually."

Sometimes Jim isn't entirely sure which way things are about to go with Bones. Like right now, when he all but kicks everyone else out of the room, then locks the door behind them so they're left completely alone. He's smiling anyway, knowing and hopeful, running a hand across the biobed before he climbs on as told, lying back on it.

"If you actually run scans on me, Bones, I swear to God..." Just saying, he better not have locked that door just because he wanted to play actual doctor.

"Don't worry, I'll save that for when you decide to go nuts on an away mission and give me a chance to use all my new toys," he grumps, seeing as he knows it's an inevitability at this rate, which means that right now, he'd much rather focus on having Jim here at his disposal.

Not to mention, the privacy they won't have again for years.

"Sit down and let me look you over. Haven't you ever imagined playing this?" he teases, reaching for an old lab coat so he can slide it on.

"You've got yourself a deal," Jim says in a chipper tone, entirely unapologetic about being such a source of stress and worry in Bones's life. It's fine, he's used to it. It'll be just like always. Well, in that regard anyway.

Jim laughs as he shifts comfortably on the bed, looking up at Bones. "What, playing doctor? What are you gonna do, then? Probe me, run some scans on me... should I take my clothes off for this, doctor?"

He waits for Jim to settle on the table before he approaches, dragging a stool with him so he can slide onto it right between Jim's legs, slowly nudging them apart so that he can rest a palm on each of his knees, slowly sliding them up and down, careful and cautious, but still, loving every warm touch.

"You're seriously telling me that you've never had a fantasy about me in medical and you here with me?" he challenges. "I thought maybe we could make some of that come true."

Jim lets out a happy little sound as he feels Bones's hands making their way up and down his legs, smiling softly while trying to reach down to touch Bones-- his hair, his face, his hands, wherever.

"Mm, I've had a recurring fantasy about you and me on the Captain's chair," he admits. "And the few times I thought about this... usually there were other people in the room, and we had to be very, very quiet."

"It'd be a real tight squeeze, the both of us on that chair," he says, but he's not saying no and for McCoy, that's more than an inch he's giving, it's practically a whole football field. When Jim talks about fantasies about this place, he arches his brow.

"So, where? Were we in my office?" he says, but he doesn't move his palms away. They might start resting on his thighs a little longer, but they're not going anywhere.

"Well... that's the whole point," he hums, winking playfully as he glances down at Bones. He nudges his heels against Bones's sides, trying to gently tug him closer, but not forcing or anything.

"No. One of the beds, actually, only we had those curtains and it was just you and me inside... of course there were other people around, but," he shrugs. Part of the excitement, after all. "Although the thought of you bending me over your desk... that's real tempting too."

Well, that's not hard. "Did they install the sound files yet?" he asks, getting out of the chair so that he can reach for the curtain to start drawing it closed, because if they're going to fulfill one of Jim's fantasies, then he plans on doing it right.

"If they did, we could always play some background noise," he says, getting back to the bed and standing between Jim's legs. "Go on," he coaxes. "Take your shirt off so I can see where you're hurting."

Jim props himself up on his elbows so he can watch Bones drawing the curtain, eyes widening. "Wait. You're serious?"

He hadn't really thought Bones would be up for this level of roleplay. The thought excites him, though, and he licks at his lips, and with a clear of his throat he asks the computer to play them some sickbay background noise. The faint sounds of machinery and people coming and going fills the room, almost as though the sickbay was fully functioning, and Jim reaches for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the floor.

"I don't know, doctor," he murmurs, lying down on his back again. "I think I might be running a fever..."

It's not like anyone else is actually in medical right now, and the worst that can happen is one of the construction guys gets an eyeful before McCoy barks at him. As far as he's concerned, it's a very low-risk situation, especially seeing as it's one that he's thought about more than once.

He laughs when he hears the noises, feeling back at home. "What do I tell you about needing to take care of yourself, Jim?" he says, shaking his head. "I'm gonna do a little examination. Are you okay with that? My hands might be cold."

The thought of being walked in on doesn't really worry him. If anything, it kind of excites him, knowing that someone could catch them in the act by accident, and if it happened to spread some rumors around, well... at least these rumors would be true.

"I know, I'm terrible at it," he murmurs, shifting slightly on the bed, wetting his lips in anticipation. "Yeah, I think I can live with that. Just tell me what's wrong with me-- and what you can do to make it better."

McCoy can't help the way his smile slowly builds, reaching up to slowly pry Jim's shirt off, taking his time like he would never dare doing when he's actually working on him. "Let's just make sure your temperature is doing all right," he says first, sliding his splayed palm slowly up Jim's chest to rest over his heart, thumb teasing at his nipple.

If he knows he's doing it, the look on his face doesn't imply it, because he looks very serious, very much a man who has no idea the problems he might be causing.

Jim's temperature is about to spike, if Bones keeps up with those touches. As it is feeling that hand slide up his torso makes his heart pick up pace, and he sucks in a breath when he feels a thumb flicking across a nipple.

Licking his lips, he wills himself to stay calm, though his heart keeps beating fast against his ribcage. His eyes are fixed on the ceiling as he pours out in an even, steady tone. "So? How's that temperature?"

"Yours is feeling a little warm, I might need to do some further tests," he drawls like he's not the reason that Jim's body temperature might be climbing upwards. He glances over him and moves to stand on his feet. "You know, I had a patient once who had this strange reaction. His body kept getting so warm, yet, all the blood was rushing to his cock."

He's speaking slowly, letting his accent thicken a little as he starts to unbutton Jim's trousers. "I'm gonna do a little hand examination, palpitate the area, you tell me if it's uncomfortable."

"Oh, did he?" Jim can't keep back a soft laugh, grinning in amusement. He does nothing to stop Bones's hands, of course, his own staying in place by his sides as Bones works on getting his trousers open. "Hmm, what... a strange symptom. But at least you should have some prior experience dealing with it."

He shifts his hips just enough to help Bones with the trousers. The background sounds only add to the whole experience, making his heart pick up pace from excitement. His lips curl into a wide, teasing grin. "Did you also... examine your other patient like this?"

"Well, what kind of doctor would I be if I didn't give all my patients a thorough examination?" he asks, as if he actually puts his hands down other men's pants like this. Shifting, he lets his thumb play at the 'V' of Jim's hips for a little before he moves his hand down, making a face as he strokes Jim's dick, like he's doing a medical study and not teasing him.

"Let's see," he muses. "Well, I don't think you're half as swollen as you could be," he can't help quipping with a smirk. "So, there's still some hope."

"Yeah, I'm sure you're very," his words get cut short by a gasp when Bones's hands reach the base of his cock, and he starts stroking him. He bites back a laugh, and the urge to kick Bones on the side for being such a tease. This is part of the play, after all. "Thorough with all your patients."

Honestly, if Bones gave this kind of examination, then he has a feeling the crew would be forming a line by the sickbay doors. He licks his lips wet, biting on them and resisting the urge to buck his hips up. "Keep doing that and you're gonna notice some swelling real soon."

"I'd be a terrible doctor if I didn't care," he says, as if desperately concerned that his patients are about to run and tell on him, like he even thinks that's an issue. He smirks at him and keeps working his hand, pumping his dick a few more times.

"I can see that you're very sensitive to certain triggers," he muses. "I think I might need to explore that. Take off your pants and lean against the bed for me with your forearms."

"Oh, but everyone knows how... good a doctor you are," he breathes heavily, but he doesn't get to tease Bones about all his certificates and awards and diplomas much, not when Bones has him like this, pliant and needy, spread out across the bed.

"Jesus," he all but moans, and quickly follows instructions. Kicking his shoes and pants off, he gets to his feet and turns around, resting his elbows and forearms on the bed and leaning his weight against them. "Like this, doctor?"

McCoy feels very good about his skills right now, but not in medicine.

He's slowly working his hand out of Jim's pants so that he can get himself in the position he wants, wrapping a hand around him so that he can get right back to stroking him, pressed flush against him from behind so his back is met by McCoy's front.

"That's it," he agrees, sliding his free hand up and down Jim's back, tracing the line of his spine. "Now, you're just going to tell me if anything hurts and then I'll do a little exam to make sure that you're healthy, inside and out."

Jim shudders visibly when Bones steps closer, his own body shifting and pressing back against him, reveling in the warmth of the doctor's body so close to his. Granted, there are layers of clothes in the way, but honestly that only seems to arouse him more.

"God," he moans lowly, biting on his lips to keep any more sounds from slipping out. His head dips in a slow nod, shoulders rolling, back tense, his hands curling into fists as his hips shift minutely, torn between moving into Bones's hand or rubbing his ass against the doctor's groin. "Okay. Yeah, okay. Nothing's hurting right now, keep going."

He can't help the warm laugh on his lips as he brushes a kiss to Jim's neck, enjoying the way he's sounding right now, especially loving the way he's moving against him. "No? Not even some friction that maybe would be helped along with a little assistance?"

He's got lube real close, which ought to help this whole situation. "You just stay right there, don't move. I'd hate for another doctor to come in and steal my best patient just because I went to get more supplies."

"Well, you're the expert here," he purrs, leaning forward a little when Bones moves away from him, and he's left there, naked and bent over, ass practically on display for when Bones comes back. Which he's seriously hoping will be very soon, and not because he's worried about someone else walking in at random. He just wants the doctor pressed up close to him again, those warm, talented hands on his body.

"You know I'd never let another doctor examine me," he speaks up, tone light but playful, and of course perfectly innocent.