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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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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."

"Don't you dare come," Jim exhales when he can speak, for a moment overwhelmed by the heat gripping him tight. Taking Bones' cock in hand, he squeezes firmly at the base, removing all chance that Bones can come before he lets go. "You come when I do," he says, beginning to thrust, stupefied all over again with pleasure. "You hear me?"

He lets out a growl, angry that Jim's taken the control out of his hands and he wants it back. He's going to make sure that he gets him back real good, make the playing field even enough if they're going to keep doing this. "Then fucking hurry up, James T."

"Just wait for me," Jim exhales, letting one of Bones' legs fall so he can get close enough to kiss, hips changing their angle in the hopes of dragging against that sweet spot deep inside. "Wait for me, Bones," he pleads, cheek scraping against his face as Jim kisses him, mouth to jaw to ear. "Want to come with you."

His hips have started to push forward, trying to get Jim deeper, trying to coax Jim's hand to move, trying to get some kind of result before he goes absolutely out of his fucking mind. "Then hurry," he begs, voice as hoarse as it's getting. He's flushed all over, he's barely aware of the world around him.

All he knows is that he wants to come and he wants Jim to be the reason he does, he wants that more than he's wanted anything in his goddamn life.

With a groan and a curse, Jim does his best to comply, hips snapping hard and fast now, chasing his own pleasure even as Jim seeks to prolong Bones' own. "Almost there," he chokes, beginning to feel a telltale pressure at the base of his spine. The hand he has around Bones' cock loosens, begins to stroke, steady despite the erratic stream from Jim's mouth, "Fuck, feel so good, can't believe I finally get to, been wanting you forever, Bones, god." With a startled gasp, Jim begins to come, stripping Bones cock with his hand to take him with him.

He doesn't call him a liar, but he does grab at Jim's hair, pulling him down hard because he wants to be kissing that asshole mouth of his while he comes, wants to remember this and the kiss and never forget how the stars were aligned in the sky while Jim pushed inside him and made him feel like he might explode.

He swallows, hard, and lets his head fall back and away from the kiss, trailing over Jim's cheek as his head tips to the side and for all that he's been on the edge, now it takes him a moment longer because he just wants to hear one more thing, just one more thing from Jim. "Name," he gets out, murmurs hoarsely. "Say it again."

For a moment, Jim thinks he means Leonard, but then he gets it - the man beneath him wants to hear the name that belongs to both of them, Jim for having given it, and Bones for wearing it proudly.

"Bones," he says, still shaking with his own release, his hand moving on Bones' cock the only part of him not falling apart. He buries his face in Bones' throat. "My Bones, come for me."

It's like he loses all his blood from brain and dick at once, the minute that Jim says his name like that, he's gone. He's completely lost. It's been almost six years, for him, since he earned that nickname from Jim and he hasn't let anyone else use it save for him, not without a fight. "Yeah, Jim, yeah," he promises hoarsely, tipping his head to kiss Jim anywhere his lips can reach before his body decides that it's had enough and he's coming all over Jim, a ragged sob choked in his throat. "Love you so fucking much, kid," he manages, breathing out the words reverently.

It's unexpected, even if in some well protected place deep inside of him, Jim's always known, and the words are very nearly enough to undo him all over again. There's a hot splatter between their bodies, groans in his ear as Bones comes hard, but all Jim can hear are those words on loop. "Bones," he whispers, the sudden knot in his throat too tight for more, "Love you. Love you, too."

He's felt like this for a long time, since about a year into the Academy when he realized he'd do just about anything for Jim and he didn't feel that way about many people. Trouble is, he's just bad at sharing. He breathes in and out slowly, shifting enough to get them away from the mess as he protectively wraps an arm around Jim's shoulders to pull him close enough for McCoy to kiss him again, lazy and slow and perfectly content.

"Fuck," is all he eventually manages. "Didn't bring a change of clothes."

Jim is drifting, body spent and comfortable in the circle of Bones' arm, content to do no more than lie there and return every slow, deep kiss. At the curse, he pulls back, eyes sleepy as he smiles. "Don't call it the walk of shame for nothing," he says, rubbing their noses together before he adds, "You love me."

Lazy and spent is something that McCoy hasn't been in a long time. He lets out a soft laugh, bowing his head forward while his fingers splay against Jim's side and traces small circles against the skin at his disposal. "Not sure how that's news to you," he admits, given that he's been in for a penny and a pound since the Academy. "You think I'd room with just anyone? Show up at their Kobayashi Maru on their third attempt?"

He nips at Jim's jaw before soothing it with a kiss. "Smuggle them on board a starship?"

"No," Jim admits, eyes closing again, chin lifted to catch more of Bones' mouth. "Knew you were meant for something special. Thought it was the Enterprise, and it was, but I didn't...I didn't think it'd be me, too."