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Once the speeches end, McCoy waits for the crowd to disperse and for people to move on to whatever comes next. As far as he's concerned, what comes next is waiting for Jim to come down from all the restless energy that he's probably buzzing with. Hell, the man's bad enough with a failure on his back, but a success makes him all the more dangerous. He ought to have put some kind of contingency plan into action so no one comes out of this hurt.

He's eased against a tree near the back of the stage, thinking about the productions that he's seen in his time here and how he's graduated to watching political events live. There was a time a year ago when he didn't think he'd even make it out of the house most days, let alone be present for something like this.

When the crowd's thinned out enough, he pushes away from the tree and catches up to Jim, falling into step at his side. "I'm giving you five free minutes to let your ego out," he says. "So use it wisely."

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"Hey," McCoy murmurs, shushing and soothing best as he can. The last thing he needs is for Jim to get so crazed that he's shaking and he feels like they're getting worriedly close to that kind of thing. He reaches down and slides his hands into Jim's, nudging each button slowly loose, together. "I'm holding you to your word. You're not running. No matter how bad this gets."

"Would you stop trying to curse our sex life before it's even started?" Jim replies, pushing Bones' hands out of the way as soon as his fly is open and plunges his hand directly down his pants. He finds Bones' cock immediately, so hard and hot already that the kiss he means to plant on Bones' lips collapses into a groan. Stroking once, Jim breathes into his mouth, "Trust me, I'll make this good."

"Might have had a performance issue or two I didn't mention, fuck," he swears, given that he's got other things to worry about instead of talking, why the hell is he even bothering to think? "Jim," he gives a plaintively and broken cry. "God damn it."

Jim hums, licking the long column of Bones' throat as his head rolls back. "Can't think your way out of an erection if you're too turned on to make words," he murmurs in his ear, hands braced on either side of his body to crawl downwards. Eager, Jim kisses over the broad plane of Bones' chest, nips at the soft skin at his side, tugs his pants down to tongue along the sharp dip beneath his hip bone. "Don't think, Bones," he says, all the warning he gives before taking Bones' cock in hand. Normally he'd stop to tease, show some fucking finesse, but Jim deems it wisest to just get Bones right out of his mind. "Just don't think," he murmurs, and swallows him down in one go.

His world goes spotted, white, and then vanishes in one easy go, the stars all that he can see in his eyes as he tips his head back, eyes glazing over. When he comes to sense, he sees constellation after constellation and starts to see what Jim likes about these things. There's small gasps, though, of sheer pleasure as he fumbles with a hand, reaching out desperately to find Jim and anchor onto him.

"You keep that up, I'm never thinking again," he warns hoarsely.

Jim reaches for that fumbling hand, clasps it inside his own before he moves it to his hair, encouraging Bones' fingers to tangle there. Content now that Bones' erection isn't going anywhere, Jim slows, lets himself enjoy the fullness in his mouth, the drag of Bone's thick cock across the flat of his tongue when he pulls back, the tang of precum on the head when he plunges down again. Leisurely, Jim begins to bob, eyes locked upward to catch every gasp and moan that racks Bones' expression.

There's about a thousand words that've been used over the years to describe what it is that Jim's doing to him, but none of them apply, as far as he's concerned. Jim's perfect and he's better than anyone he's ever had before (not hard when Jocelyn only did this every so often and his memories are steeped in bitterness). Still, he wants to remember this for the good, wants to experience it without the past clouding in, so he closes his eyes and stops thinking.

Which is about the time he really starts enjoying, face going slack with bliss.

Jim sees the very moment Bones lets go, gives himself over, and his own dick throbs in reply. "Fuck, baby," he says, pulling off to jack him steadily, hand slick with his own spit, "You look so good like this, want to do this every day, wake you up every morning, send you to bed every night with my mouth around your dick."

Crawling up, Jim kisses him hard, hand still stroking steadily. "What do you want, huh?" he asks, turning Bones' face with his nose to mouth at his ear. "You want to come in my mouth? Or do you want to wait until I'm inside of you?"

"We're gonna have a fucking discussion about you calling me 'baby'," he says roughly, shooting Jim a warning look because he likes it about as much as he likes idiots who stumble their way into his medical bay because of their idiotic curiosities. "Shit, I want to wait, Jim, I wanna wait, I want to wait and come when you're in me, so get movin'," he drawls.

Jim chuckles into his ear. "I just gave you the best half-blowjob of your life, I am actively stroking your cock, I am about to open you up for my dick, and you are still griping at me. Only you, Bones."

Pressing a wet kiss to the bolt of his jaw, Jim eases back, fingers a loose circle around Bones' cock as he searches for the lube. "Been a while since I was with a guy. You need lube, right?" He grins. "Just kidding."

"Nobody calls me 'baby'," he grumbles, smacking at Jim's head when he decides now is a good time to be a smartass. "I'm not anyone's fucking 'baby', the sooner you get that in your head, the sooner you'll get to screw me a second time." He takes a deep breath to try and keep himself somewhat calmed, but it's hard -- yeah, he sees the pun. "You don't do this, I'm gonna go find...fuck, I don't know, Madelyne or Rogue. Bet they'd shut up and do this and wouldn't call me Baby."

Jim's expression darkens. He's never been the jealous type in love, but he's never been with anyone he cares for as much as he cares for Bones. He'd fight to the last to keep his ship if he had to; he wouldn't do any less for the man beneath him.

"The hell you will," he replies, giving the cock in his hand an extra thorough stroke, thumb swirling over the head before he releases it completely. Still scowling, Jim yanks Bones' pants down the rest of the way, only gentling when he puts a hand beneath his knee, drawing Bones' leg up to give himself room.

"Hey," he says, grabbing hold of the back of Jim's neck and hauling him down for a desperate kiss, needing this much before they go any further. It doesn't look like things are going to go awry at this point, so now he's focused on enjoying himself. "You know I want this, yeah? I want you," he promises, adjusting his leg up as he eases back on the ground, making a connection between their gaze. "You're brilliant, Jim. Brightest supernova in any galaxy."

Breathless after that kiss, Jim replies, "You don't have to butter me up," but he's smiling faintly as he pops the cap on the lube. "Just be with me, Bones," he says, meeting his gaze. "Nobody else, just you and me."

Leaning down on an elbow, Jim fits their mouths together, kissing Bones softly as his slicked up finger begins circling his entrance with care. "How long since you were with a guy?" he murmurs.

It's hell to breathe normally when his whole body is so sensitive that a scrape of a finger can get him to make noises that shouldn't come from a frown man. "Scotty," he admits, tipping his head back so he doesn't have to look at Jim when he says it. "He, you know, fucked me that day."

Jim makes a sound low in his throat, not quite a growl, but far from happy. He really likes his Chief Engineer, but damn if he doesn't want to kill him right now. "So," he says at length, fingers brushing directly over Bones' hole as he tries to concentrate on the point that won't make him angry, "Two years then." He slips a finger in to the first knuckle. "That's a long time."

"Yeah, two years," he agrees, whole body tensing and clenching up when Jim's finger pushes, practically glides, and he bites on his lip hard enough to make a mark. "Couple of local boys after the divorce, few nurses at Starfleet, but s'it, that's it." He swallows, hard, and meets Jim's gaze. "Only one that matters is you."

"And Jean," says Jim, leaning down to sooth Bones' abused lip with his tongue. Below, he begins a shallow thrusting, Bones' body taking his finger deeper each time until Jim feels comfortable adding a second, kissing Bones deeply while he stretches him. He doesn't want Bones thinking of her. He doesn't want him thinking of anyone but him.

"Was talking 'bout guys," he corrects Jim, because if they're mentioning women, there's Jean and Juliet and Sookie. Chase, from way back when, and that thing that almost-nearly-didn't happen with Rogue. He doesn't say any of that out loud, barely has time to think it before Jim's kissing him and stretching him out, all thoughts of past dalliances vanishing as quickly as they arrived.

Jim hums his understanding, speechless for a while against the tight squeeze of Bones' body around his fingers. He's burning hot inside, and as Jim's fingers scissor, he wonders at his own control, so desperate already to be inside of him.

"I never - " he says, panting into Bones' mouth, "I've never bottomed. Been saving it for somebody special." Free hand tangling in Bones' hair, Jim pulls his head back for an openmouthed kiss. "Maybe you can help me out with - " Bones' body clamps hard around his fingers, and Jim groans. "Mmm. With that someday."

"Shit, you're gonna kill me," he gasps out, given that he didn't think he could get harder, but Jim practically politely requesting that McCoy fuck him is enough to push him over the edge. "M'gonna come if you don't manage to wind your way in here..." he protests, kissing back messily, desperately, with every intention of coaxing Jim into action with his mouth alone.

"Like that, huh?" Jim asks, pulling his fingers out of Bones after a last long, deep thrust. Setting his mouth to his ear, Jim murmurs, "One day soon, you're going to bury this beautiful cock in me, but tonight you're mine."

Pulling back, Jim reaches for the condom, fingers beginning to tremble all over again for the nearness of the moment he longs for, his body mere seconds away from finally burying itself in the man beneath him. "Fuck," he murmurs, managing to smooth the latex down, "Can't wait to be in you, Bones."

He's talking too damn much, as far as McCoy's concerned. They could've been screwing, but there's something to be said about patience, he supposes. Still, now that Jim's ready, if he hesitates one more time, there's gonna be hell to pay and McCoy won't be responsible for that. "You don't hurry, you're gonna miss the nightly show," he warns.

Despite the fact that it's he who's been talking, Jim grins, says, "Shut up, Bones," and yanks his legs up, lets them hook comfortably over his elbows until Bones is spread and exposed. Eyes on Bones' face, Jim takes his own cock and presses it against his hole, sighing softly as he begins to sink slowly into his body.

He's not going to last long. He's been pushing it as it is, but now he's practically on the edge. Desperately, he grabs for one of Jim's hands, pushing it between them so that Jim can get a hand on his dick, try and ease some of that need with the friction of a touch. "God, Jim," he gets out, breathlessly whined. "Tell me. Tell me or I'm coming anyway."