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McCoy doesn't want this to be a quick fuck, but Jim's gonna make it difficult to draw his out. He breathes in slowly and then grabs Jim by the hips so he can freeze him there, wanting to set the pace himself. Otherwise, they really are gonna be done this way too quickly.

"Easy, now," he pants, but he starts rocking forward, pushing Jim's back a little more so he gets an even better angle and yeah, that's it. He starts to fuck him a little faster, now that he's got the right line of it.

He does try to take it easy. He tries to take deep, slow breaths, tries to calm himself down, but then Bones presses a hand to his back, and he lets out a soft groan when he finds himself pinned to the bed. The groan turns into a breathless gasp when Bones rocks his hips against him and thrusts in at just the right angle, and his hands grip the biobed tightly, thighs trembling and muscles clenching tight around Bones's cock.

"Bones," he moans the name, letting out a stuttered breath, arching his ass up and trying to push back against each deep, hard thrust, wanting to feel Bones brush up against that same spot inside him again. "God, like that--"

Yeah, this is definitely a fantasy that he's had at least once, twice (maybe a dozen) times when Jim's been in here with him, because it's a damn arousing thing to imagine that he has this much power over Jim, that he could make him want this so much.

"Yeah," he breathes out, loving the way his name sounds. "How about you call me doctor," he suggests, because they're playing, aren't they? He's just trying to get all the things he possibly can, because who knows when they'll get the chance again?

Jim breathes out a groan that turns into a whimper halfway through, body pushed forcefully against the bed with each hard thrust as Bones buries his cock in deep. He grabs the edges of the bed tightly, trying to keep himself in that same perfect angle, breath worked up and body hot and trembling all over.

"Yes... doctor. I'm sorry," he whines quietly, face pressed to the hard mattress, glancing over his own shoulder to look at Bones. "Take... real good care of me, please..."

McCoy shifts his hands, not really sure where he wants to put them, if he's honest. He grabs Jim's hips at one point, then his shoulders, stroking his back, but in the end, he grabs Jim with one hand, his other sliding around to drag his thumb over the underside of Jim's dick, taking his time to really enjoy the touch.

"I took an oath," he guarantees, breathing the words right into Jim's ear. "It means that I'm always going to protect my patients, especially you."

Every touch feels like fire on his skin. He shivers and moans as he pushes back against Bones's groin, shivering all over with each thrust, and finally letting out a soft cry when Bones reaches down to touch his hard cock.

"Please," he mewls, head dipping, back arching further to invite Bones into picking up pace. "You make me feel so good, doctor... please-- take real good care of me..."

He's definitely had this fantasy before. It's probably the top one on his list, with them screwing in the captain's chair sneaking in a close second, but maybe he can convince Jim to continue the tour in that direction later.

For now, he's busy letting the sounds coming out of Jim wash over him, too good to be true, almost, and he falters under the hint of suggestion, working his hips faster, sliding his other fingers around Jim's cock to start pumping him with a lot less care and much more intent to get him off.

"Always," he guarantees, and that's not an empty promise at all. "Always, Jim, I've always got you."

He's a little past the point of keeping up the pretense that there are other people in the room. He just wants Bones to keep making him feel this good, to fuck him hard against the biobed, and he can't even think about containing his gasps and moans of pleasure, wanting Bones to know exactly how wonderful he is, and how great he makes him feel.

"Yes," he whimpers, spreading himself across the bed, cheek pressed to the mattress. One hand fists the edge of the mattress while the other reaches back to his own ass, grabbing a handful and pulling the cheek to the side so Bones can slide in harder and deeper, each thrust coming with the sound of a wet slap between their bodies. Between the stretch of Bones's cock and that hand wrapped tight around his own erection, it won't take much longer for him to tip over the edge.

Fuck, it's probably for the best they didn't do this at the Academy or who the hell knows how badly his grades would've slipped if he had access to this all the time? Even as it stands, he's feeling a little out of control, but so damn good, because shit, Jim is right there, and he looks so good, and he feels even better.

He hisses when Jim moves his hand back, at the sound it results in, and he aches to bury himself deep, grabbing Jim by the neck and squeezing a little as he gasps, coming as soon as he slides out, the friction overwhelming his brain and Jim's warmth doing the rest.

He keeps his hand steady, though, dragging his thumb along the underside of Jim's cock, trying to tease an orgasm out of him.

Jim lets out a choked cry, body tensing and shaking all over, an intense rush of pleasure washing over him when Bones grips at his neck, then drives himself even deeper into him. He's nearly pushed over the edge when he feels Bones come inside him, filling him up with deep thrusts, legs spreading as wide as he can manage to invite Bones to empty himself completely into him.

And then, well, all it really takes is a few strokes to his achingly hard cock, and he's coming too, crying loudly as he spills across Bones's hands and onto the floor too, moaning Bones's name as he rides out the bliss of his own orgasm.

McCoy shifts a little, staying inside Jim, his forehead resting on Jim's shoulder as he lets out soft little puffs of air, the tiniest things, because he doesn't think he could move without reaching for one of the tools he keeps here to help give him an energy boost.

"How long before the rest of the crew's on board?" he mumbles, because he definitely wants to do this again, but more importantly, "There's that captain's chair I'd love to check out, if we've got some privacy."

Jim's panting for air, eyes closed, feeling his head spinning, dizzy and light. He lets out a breathless laugh at the question, humming as he wiggles and shifts lazily beneath Bones, the side of his face pressed to the biobed.

"Couple weeks, I think. But... if we want privacy on the bridge, we might have to-- sneak in. In the middle of the night," he glances back at Bones over his shoulder, biting on his lower lip. "Up for some mischief, doc?"

Honestly, he wrote off the idea of being a mature citizen who doesn't get in any trouble the day he'd enrolled in Starfleet. He could blame it on Jim, but he knows it's simpler than that -- he's too damn old and tired to give a shit what people expect of him.

"You name the time and place," he says. "Besides," he adds, with a lazy drawl, stroking his hand over Jim's back slowly as he works to slowly pull out. "You telling me that you're going to let us get caught?" The only way that happens, he figures, is if Jim lets it happen on purpose.

"What?" He huffs a laugh, dissolving into a wince when Bones pulls out. He takes a moment to steady himself, then straightens up slightly, glancing back at Bones and shaking his head.

"No, I didn't have that in mind. When I said mischief, I was talking about breaking into the ship during the night, when it's out of bounds. I know I might look like a showoff, but I'm not really that eager to have people watching us while we're screwing our brains out."

"Well, that is a relief," McCoy admits, because it's not like he's sat down with Jim and asked for a detailed list of what he does and doesn't like when it comes to the bedroom, so he hadn't been sure where (if anywhere) exhibitionism had fit on that list.

Sneaking in while it's being built, that sounds a lot better. He reaches over for some of the supplies they've stocked so far, glad to find wipes that he can use to tidy up a little. "How long have we got before we don't get that chance?"

"Mm, I'd say... a week or so," Jim straightens up lazily, letting Bones clean them both up. "After that it's probably gonna be crowded at all hours. We can try to sneak in in a couple nights. Gives me time to check schedules and the like. That work for you, doc?"

"I could probably find some room in my schedule for you." As if McCoy wouldn't drop every damn thing in order to make sure that Jim was happy. He knows he hasn't said that out loud, but he's feeling pretty confident of that fact.

He finishes up with the both of them, sighing happily as he presses a peck of a kiss to Jim's neck. "You say the word, Captain, and I'm all yours."

"How very accommodating, doctor," he says with a lilt, smiling in amusement as he watches Bones clean them both up. Once he's done, Jim turns around slowly, careful not to trip up on his own trousers pooled around his knees, and wraps his arms around Bones's shoulders.

"Thought you were all mine already," he comments, tone a near complaint, holding a little tighter to the doctor with just a hint of possessiveness.

"Why, thank you, Jim," he drawls, amused by that compliment even if he knows that it's not all the way sincere in the way it's been said. Yet, does he care? He's not really sure he does, if he's honest.

If they're going to be sticking around like this, though, he wants to get a little more comfortable and he reaches down to tug at Jim's trousers a little, shifting onto the biobed to tug at him, getting Jim to lie on top of him so they can cuddle in. Nobody's around to see, which means his reputation as a fierce, mean doctor isn't about to get broken.

"I mean, I am all yours, Jim, but Captain Kirk still doesn't own me," he taunts, with a smirk, as if no officer could truly own him.

Jim lets Bones tug his trousers up, and once he's minimally decent he crawls onto the biobed, wiggling closer to Bones so they're cuddling against each other. It's really nice, he has to admit, even if the spot is hardly ideal. No one should show up anyway, and besides he did lock the door.

"Oh, is that so," he teases, biting on his own lower lip with a grin. "Then maybe Captain Kirk will have to do something about it. I hear he's very possessive of his crew members. Especially handsome doctors with legendary hands."

McCoy makes some room, but definitely not too much. He wouldn't want Jim thinking that he doesn't want him curled in nice and close, because that'd just be a disappointing thing. He drapes his arm around his waist and pulls him in, leaning in to kiss Jim when he bites his own lower lip like that.

"Well, I mean, if Captain Kirk knows what's good for his crew, then I'd trust him with my life," McCoy says. "I think maybe even other parts, too, though I could use the test run on that."

"Captain Kirk always knows what's best for his crew," he jokes back, humming softly as he brushes a hand up and down Bones's chest, aimless and content. "And all your parts will be in very capable hands, too."

He remembers feeling this lazy and good, but he'd been eighteen at the time and newly engaged. McCoy also knows how that had turned out, but Jim's got that terrible habit of making him feel like history isn't going to repeat itself like that.

Bastard.

"Yeah, must be why I love him so much," he muses, closing his eyes as he lets the warmth of Jim's body settle him in.

Jim beams happily at that, suppressing a happy little sound and instead squeezing his arm tighter around Bones, kissing his cheek and settling his head down against his shoulder, glad to just cuddle for a while.

"I love you too, Bones," he murmurs back, his own eyes closing as he lets them both drift away.