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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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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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