saturday the 14th

[leftwithmybones]

He's not sure what it is that convinces him, but midway through the month, McCoy wakes up with Jim at his side breathing heavily and he thinks to himself: What the hell am I doing running around like a stressed idiot? It's the thought in mind as he takes hold of a towel, a bag with food, sunscreen, and other paraphernalia, and heads down to the little stretch of beach that's only a ten minute walk from their home. Sometimes, he forgets how nice it is to enjoy the small things. It's what he's doing now, lying on his back with sunglasses blocking out the UV rays.

So maybe Jim still doesn't remember and maybe he's got a full battery of patients and amnesia cases in his friends to worry about. All that will still be there in an hour. Right now? Right now, he just wants to relax.

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[chasedthestars]

"Well, we're mine," says Jim, "And. Okay, getting us back to the Enterprise, but right now, us. Not me, or you, us. And me marrying some other guy feels wrong." Jim looks over his shoulder at him. "It should feel like hell. I don't think that's disrespectful to some guy I never met, I think about it and it feels like hell."

[leftwithmybones]

"I'm not going to tell you how you ought to feel," McCoy concedes that much, biting his tongue about them getting back to the Enterprise because he likes it on the island. Crazy instances barred, he likes the solid ground and the fact that he can practice medicine and do his research in peace. Hell, if he thinks about the vanishings like he does about death, it's not all that different from regular walks of life.

He sighs and reclines back onto the towel, peering over at Jim. "Guess there was a part of me that was just grateful you'd matured enough to settle down."

[chasedthestars]

"God, yeah, that's..." Jim drops back onto the towel again. "Kind of mindblowing. And it's not like I'm not curious about the guy who actually got me down the aisle. And I do wonder what it'd be like to settle down, but. You know, after a few tours of duty. That's what my life is supposed to be, I know it is. And you're supposed to be with me."

[leftwithmybones]

"You want to know what I figured would happen? We'd be on some distant speck of rock," he drawled. "You and the rest of some away team and you'd end up stupidly charmed by some alien species or their science or something. I figured one day, you'd come back from a mission with a new Kirk in the family," he drawls teasingly, given that he knows it's not really going to happen, but it'd been in the back of his mind for a while. "And maybe the tours of duty for you. I'd have been happy to just survive the one."

[chasedthestars]

"You wouldn't leave me alone up there," says Jim, head turning against the towel. "I'd be a mess and you know it, and god." Jim elbows him lightly. "I'm not that fickle. Charmed is one thing, coming back with a spouse is another."

[leftwithmybones]

"I've got a pact with myself," McCoy says, flinching at the elbow. "Ten panic attacks and I'm done." Which is a lie, honestly, because he'd stay with Jim until the very end or until the day that Jim tells him his services as CMO are no longer needed. "And hell, I didn't say weird alien drugs weren't involved. We've already seen enough of those, haven't we?"

[chasedthestars]

Jim nods, rolling closer to him. "Feel like they followed us here. Emptying my head out like that. What if I'd been with someone else, huh?" he asks, knocking their shoulders together. "Somebody who didn't take care of me the way you do."

[leftwithmybones]

"Jim, your crew loves you. If anyone from the Enterprise was here, they'd take care of you," he says, assured of that much. After all, there's not exactly a lack of love going around on the ship and Jim deserves that much. "Besides, it's my duty to protect you, CMO and boyfriend. It's like I've got double the responsibility now."

[chasedthestars]

"Here's something even amnesiac me knew," says Jim, soft smiling growing a little sharper as he eases forward, brushing his nose over Bones' cheek, "Responsibility, competence, kindness...it's kind of a turn on."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy rolls his eyes, not because he doesn't buy it or that he doesn't appreciate hearing it, but at some point, he got inundated with this crap and learned that shucking it away was the best defense. "How the hell did you know any of that stuff, I avoided you as much as I could."

[chasedthestars]

"Yeah, to go to the clinic and work," says Jim, "and slept in your own bed, even though you haven't in weeks. Responsible and competent. Wouldn't sleep with me no matter what I did, but let's be fair, I literally forgot my best moves."

Leaning up on an elbow, Jim arches a brow. "And you took care of me, especially on that first day, and when I remembered Tarsus. You were kind, Bones. You're a good man. And I happen to think that a good man should be rewarded."

[leftwithmybones]

There are lots of kind words coming from Jim's mouth right now and hell, but he's not strong enough to keep listening to them and not want to do anything about it. Still, he's trying to be good right now and good means they're talking about their feelings, which means he's behaving. "So, you know about the marriage thing now," McCoy says. "Anything else you want to know?"

[chasedthestars]

"I don't know," Jim admits. "Every time I learn something new about our lives here it leaves me reeling." Bones' hair is drying in tufts and spikes, and Jim drags his fingers through it, smooths it down. "Think maybe I'd rather shut up and just be with you for a while. S'been weeks."

[leftwithmybones]

"I could stand for some shutting up and being together," McCoy admits, groaning as he shifts onto his side, stretching out from head to toe in order to get comfortable on his towel. "Still do have to check on the patients. You know Jess has amnesia too? It's like it's striking everyone down."

[chasedthestars]

He'd known, but it's only recently that Jim can recall why that's particularly horrible. "Poor kid," he murmurs. "Helen, too, I 'met' her the other day. But if I got better, they probably will too, won't they?"

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah. I think it's one of those things that tends to vary. I mean, even what vanishes seems to vary from person to person," he explains, even if he doubts that Jim wants to hear the particulars about all of this. "It'll just depend on a person to person basis."

[chasedthestars]

"What a shit show," Jim exhales, and he hates to think of it, Bones dealing with so many of the people he cares about, all walking blank slates. Jim had meant everything he said; Bones is a good man, and he's been running himself ragged.

"You tired?" he asks, still pushing fingers through Bones' hair as though he can massage any budding headache away. "'Cause I'll understand if you are, but I'd like to do some serious making out on a beach towel now if you're not."

[leftwithmybones]

"Exhausted," he gives a burst laugh as he leans into that touch of Jim's while he starts to grin like an idiot. "No different than any time at the Academy when they put me through bullshit exams to make sure I could do first-year procedures while they made me TA half their ignorant asses," he mutters, leaning in to steal a kiss as he speaks, because that's something he might've wanted to do all that time while rooming with Jim.

[chasedthestars]

"Work too hard," Jim says, stretching out on the towel next to him, one knee pushed between Bones' own to tangle their legs together. "Always have," and then, because he knows Bones, "Always will. Take few hours off, huh?" Jim begins kissing along that long stretch of stubbled throat. "I'll return you good as new, I promise."

[leftwithmybones]

"If you get your way, it's always more than a few hours," he grumbles, but he can't really protest the way Jim's kissing him, sliding onto his back and tugging Jim along with him, fingers tangling with the hem of his shirt to pull him on top and to lose himself in the kiss.

[chasedthestars]

"Then I promise to make it worth it," Jim says, which is the opposite of a denial, and sighs when Bones pulls their bodies together. It feels good, right in a way that nothing has felt in weeks, and Jim rolls his hips, pulls at one of Bones' hands until he has a handful of Jim's ass. "Dreamed about doing this for weeks," he murmurs, kissing him again. "Now I remember why I like it so much."

[leftwithmybones]

"Yeah, your amnesiac self was getting kind of awkward as far as rooming situations went, what with him sitting at the kitchen table with a hard-on," McCoy drawls, shifting both palms until he can grab at Jim's ass and squeeze just tight enough to offer a promise of what's to come.

[chasedthestars]

"Can you blame him?" Jim asks with a chuckle, "You were all bent over in your boxers, plumbing all hot and grunty like something out of a porno, and you fixed the sink, which is a total turn-on."

Pushing back into Bones' touch, Jim feels a little spark shoot down his spine, heat pooling in his groin for that quick, firm grab. "And then you were a total gentleman, which is also a turn-on."

[leftwithmybones]

"The goddamn thing was backed up, which is probably your cat's damn fault," McCoy says, wanting to put blame where blame is due and that damn cat deserves so very much of that blame. "I was not grunting," he grumbles, but when Jim accuses him of being a gentleman, it's like his senses are now warring with 'be good to him' or 'show him how much you've been missing him'. "Okay," he says. "Okay. You've got twenty seconds."

For what, he doesn't say.

[chasedthestars]

"For picturing you in a plumber's uniform?" Jim guesses, a shallow line between his brows that soon disappears as he grins. "For reminding you Plum was sleeping in your bed before I ever was?" Still grinning, he palms Bones over his swimtrunks, now beginning to tent nicely with an erection. "Or for having my way with you, because I bet I can do all three at once."