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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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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."

"Calling yourself special, Jim?" he teases, grinning as he leans over him to steal one more kiss, half distressed at how damn happy he feels right now. It's been a while since he was without cares to this degree. "At some point, here, you and I are gonna have to discuss what we're doing. You know that, yeah? At least for my peace of mind," he says, dragging his fingertips slowly up Jim's spine.

"What we're doing?" Jim asks, running a hand down Bones' side to cup his ass. "Think that's pretty obvious, Bones." He grins, but he knows what the other man means, and after a moment his expression gentles. "What do you want to be doing?" he asks, pushing a stray lock of hair from Bones' temple. "You don't do quickies, you said so. And you love me, and I love you. So why don't we just be together? In all the ways that means."

"I'm talking more about the scheduling of a date," he admits, given that being together's on the table as far as he sees it. That's not a question. What is a question is what he's going to do to make sure his relationship with Jim doesn't fall into the same ditches that he did with Joce. "I mean, we skipped a couple steps, seeing as we're under the same roof, but I'm not just sleeping with you when one of us gets the itch. So, what? I turn up after you go out with Dairine with dinner and you show up at the clinic to be a pain in my ..." he makes a show of making a face. "Hold up, that sounds familiar," he teases wryly.

Jim laughs, happy and bright. "So now I'm a pain in your ass in all the ways that means," he says with no small amount of satisfaction. "So you want a date? I could do a date. Dates. I could do dating. You might have to tell me what that means, though."

"How about you leave the date to me. At least, the first one," he says, already letting his mind drift in the direction of the plans he's got in store for Jim. "I'm gonna romance the crap out of you," he promises, getting in Jim's personal space so he can claim a nip of a kiss.

Jim laughs again, wondering when he'll stop feeling breathless each time Bones so much as looks at him. "I have no idea what that means," he says, kissing him back. "Should I be scared? Don't serenade me. That's weird."

"Make you a deal," he announces, clasping onto the chance he's suddenly got. "You don't call me 'baby' and I don't serenade you. Sound good?" Because he swears, one more pronouncement of 'baby' and Jim's gonna learn what getting a hypospray in the asscheek feels like.

"Ever?" Jim whines. "I can't be responsible for the things I say in bed. It's not that bad, anyway. I think it's hot as hell when you call me darlin', and we both know I'm not darling at all."

"Baby makes me sound like I'm some stripper you found popping bubblegum on the street," he says, aware that the caustic tone isn't exactly the kindest thing Jim's heard today. "It's trashy and I don't like it. At all. Pick something else," he demands, knuckled half-bent so he can skim his fingers over Jim's warm and waiting skin.

"It's not trashy," says Jim, tangling their legs as if being octopused will make Bones any more amenable. "I think it's hot. I'd let you call me baby if you wanted to."

"It's trashy as hell," he grumbles. "Let's put it this way. Pretend you got married to a classy and elegant woman who commands a lot of respect from you. What happens when you call her baby? Better yet, let's picture Uhura," he suggests, eyes practically blazing as he makes his point. "What happens when you call her baby?" he asks, pinching Jim's ass to help make his point.

Jim's answer is immediate. "She slaps me," he says, hissing at the pinch, "Then she kisses it better, and I enjoy the hell out of both. It's a win-win. It's just a nickname, Bones. An endearment. C'mon, call me baby." He grins. "Bet you'll like it."

He rolls his eyes and thinks he's got something to dissuade Jim from this. "Okay. New rule," he says. "You call me baby, I call you muffin-top and squeeze your stomach," he says evenly, not fucking around anymore. He is a grown man. He is not someone who gets called 'baby'. "Push me and I get meaner."

Jim slumps onto the blankets with a dramatic sigh. "You are the meanest, most stubborn man I have ever put my dick in, you know that? Fine. I will live my life without the singular privilege of calling you baby."

"Well, I hope you don't stick it in too many other curmudgeons, otherwise I'd get real jealous," he growls, kissing Jim harder than before. "Look, Jim," he sighs. "I used to call JoJo 'baby' when she was small enough to fit right into my arms. It's not, it's not a sexy nickname. It's for my baby and then it's just what I heard when I went to strip clubs when my life was on the rocks."

Jo. Just like that, Jim knows he's going to give in. Lying back with a rueful smile, he says, "You couldn't have led with that instead of threatening to call me fat?"

"I'm mean, remember?" he can't help the jibe, smirking at Jim as he shakes his head and nudges him with his toes in order to draw their legs just that inch closer together because he wants to have as much of this as he can. "Think of something else, Jim."

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