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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.

McCoy's already uncapped the lube as he leans in again, making sure that the warmth of his body is pressed up against him as much as he can, but it's not Jim's ass he's working on. No. He takes the lube and presses it into Jim's hands. "Well, in that case, maybe I ought to reward you for that," he says, the sound of his jeans unbuttoning as he pushes them down and off.

"How about you take that and I guide you through what preparing someone for an intimate exam looks like?" he suggests. "You up for some lessons?"

Jim still shudders when he feels Bones press up close again, closing his eyes for a moment and only opening them when Bones places the lube in his hand. He looks at the bottle in his hand, lost for about the second it takes him to catch on.

Oh.

"Yes," he answers, nearly a broken plea. He sucks in a breath and nods. "Yes, please. Tell me what to do."

Well, that requires some very helpful instructions, doesn't it? Lucky for McCoy, he's well trained and he knows exactly how to give someone the tools they need to succeed. He takes Jim's hands and splays them, matches his fingers with Jim's, just to get it a little wider.

"How about we start with you getting some lube on your fingers," he says, eyes sliding down. "And I'll get myself prepared for you. Sound all right, Captain?"

Jim draws in a slow breath, licking his own lips while he watches their linked hands, the way Bones moves his fingers against his own. He nods slowly, propping himself on his elbows as he uncaps the bottle, then squeezes some of the lube on two of his fingers.

"Anything you say, doctor," his voice lilts, teasing, and he glances over his shoulder with a smile."And now? What should I do?"

McCoy could get used to hearing Jim call him 'doctor' like that. He's been busy taking off his pants so Jim can do what he wants, letting them pool around his ankles as he leans his forearms on the biobed, stretching his body out and sticking his ass back.

"Well, let's say you were going to examine me," he says, his voice on the border of professional and flirtatious. "I'd start with telling the patient, me, what you're planning. No surprises."

Jim looks over his shoulder at that, smile on his lips, a soft laugh on the tip of his tongue. "Shouldn't you be the one telling me what you're gonna do with me, then?"

Still, he reaches behind himself, hand snaking between their bodies. "Would you, I don't know... feel up any sensitive areas and see how they respond? Feel for anything that just seems weird?" He pushes one finger in slowly, letting out a shuddered gasp. "Maybe do a little probing?"

"I mean, with a normal patient, it'd be pretty clinical," he admits, slipping out of the roleplay just because the professional side of him can't let this slide without him defending his reputation. Right, but that's not what they're doing here.

He nods, re-orients, and tells himself that he can do this. He might be out of practice, but he's not dead. "I'd want to make sure my patient feels comfortable, safe, like they can tell their doctor anything in the world. Especially if you suspect that patient might just like their doctor a little too much."

"I do feel pretty," he trails off with a shaky sigh, then a soft gasp as one finger turns into two, and he slowly starts working himself open for Bones. "Comfortable. I mean, I don't know if... I'm doing this right. The-- examination."

He bends over even more, back arching and ass jutting out, fingers pushing in deeper. "Take a look, doctor? Tell me what you think?"

McCoy can't help his laugh as he turns and looks Jim over, very slowly, with a great deal of intent. God, he looks handsome like that, and McCoy knows that he could play doctor like this all day long, if he had a choice.

"I think that you're doing pretty well," he says, shifting to take some of the lube for his own fingers. "Now, how about you let a professional with some expert fingers finish that off for you, darling?"

He bites at his lower lip when he hears Bones fumble with the bottle, letting out a low whine. The moment Bones says he'll take over, he pulls his fingers out, dragging them slowly one last time and finally moving his hand away, propping both arms on the bed as he arches his back further and raises his ass up for Bones.

"Please," he tries to keep his voice even, but it's a little shaky despite himself. "Please, show me how you do it."

That's pretty much all he needs before he's going to go a little wild with what he wants to do for Jim. His fingers coated and slick, he shifts a little closer, but it's not a doctor's touch or even a quick fuck. It's a tender touch, the affection and love he feels for Jim in the way he slides his fingers in.

"I got you," he murmurs, voice soft and low. "Don't you worry, Jim, I've always got you, just relax into me."

The fact that Bones's touch is so slow and gentle only makes the moment more overwhelming. Jim can feel his body heat up all over, a deep flush that crawls up his chest and colors his cheeks, pushing out a huff of air from his lungs that comes out as a gasp.

"Shit," he breathes out when he remembers what they're supposed to be doing, here. A hand is placed over his own mouth, as he shifts his legs wider apart and bucks his hips back gently to meet Bones's fingers. "Yeah... that's good. You can... keep going. Doctor."

McCoy grins as he leans in and lets his lips hesitate just over his cheeks, wanting to tease more as he works, but also not wanting to end the moment so soon. He laughs when Jim keeps playing the part, a laugh genuinely infused with warmth.

"Well, good, because I had no plans to stop, Captain," he replies, cheeky and a little smug as he moves his fingers in a little more, sliding them out as he coats them with more lube. "Now, some of my patients, they're willing to let me put even more of my fingers in. Is that something you'd like to try?"

Well, there is a reason why they still have those sound records still playing, and Jim fully intends to play the part for as long as he can manage. Which will likely be until Bones is literally fucking him silly against the biobed, but for now he doesn't have much difficulty mustering the focus.

He suppresses a moan and instead lets out a strained hum, as though he's assessing the sensation, trying to ignore the way his whole body pulses and feels flushed from the touch, and the words. "Thought you knew I'm your most willing patient," he purrs, glancing over his shoulder. "Give me more. I want it."