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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[leftwithmybones]

He shifts, wrapping an arm around Jim's waist to keep him close, skin on skin replacing warmth, but not to the degree that he'd just experienced. "Suppose I'm an idiot," he admits quietly. "You were always going to be my best friend. Still are, always have been, always will be. Me loving you, me being devoted to you. That never changes, Jim, not ever."

[chasedthestars]

Jim smiles at him, this particular curve of lips still new. He has so many smiles for the world, has used them to coax and combat and reassure, but this one, this gentle thing he's wearing, this is new and just for Bones.

"Good," he says, heart thumping oddly in his chest like it's gotten too large for it, "'cause I'm kind of fixated now. Not letting you go, Bones."

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy traces his thumb over Jim's lower lip, smooth and slow. He eases an arm around Jim's waist and thinks that a day ago, he didn't have Jim like this and now he refuses to let him go -- not without a fight. "Gonna have to let me go in the morning. Man has to work," he whispers.

[chasedthestars]

"That's still a long time away," Jim murmurs back, taking a long moment just to look at him. People see Bones at his best, barking orders in a med bay or island clinic, they see him at his grumpiest, swearing over beds and charts. Not too many people have seen him like this, Jim reckons, bare and disheveled and so goddamn sweet it hurts. "Near as I can tell, we have a few weeks of cold sheets to make up for."

[leftwithmybones]

That gets a fond smile from him, something that definitely deserves a slow kiss. He frames Jim's face with his palm and kisses him, slow and drawn out, and he lets out a soft exhalation. "You have no idea how many nights I was tempted to sneak into your bed, see what you'd do."

[chasedthestars]

"Do you have any idea how many of those nights I slept naked just in case?" Jim laughs, a little breathless for that kiss. "It was like being a teenager again, especially that week where all I remembered was my teen years. I was pretty much fantasizing about you every free second."

[leftwithmybones]

That elicits a needy groan from him, disbelief painting over his features. "God help me, Jim. And I've heard you talk about your teen years. I'd be damning my sensibilities if I didn't think they kept me from guilt." Still, he's going to let a few of those fantasies play through his mind, unable to stop them.

[chasedthestars]

"You were a gentleman," Jim says, carding a fond hand through Bones' hair. "It's hot, it's something I've always liked about you, Bones. And when I get proper feeling in my legs again, I'm gonna make it up to you."

[leftwithmybones]

"What, can't go yet?" he taunts, unable to help himself, given that he's eager to press a victorious and smug kiss to Jim's lips, tightening his arms around Jim to keep and hold him as close as possible. "I get it, you're getting older, Captain."

[chasedthestars]

"Let's remember this moment," Jim replies, pushing his knee between Bones' in a promise of things to come. "Recall it fondly when you wake up tied to the headboard in a few hours."

[leftwithmybones]

"I have a decade on you, now, and I'd probably be ready to go in ten minutes, given the right conditions." Hey, if he's getting tied up to a headboard, he might as well earn it.

[chasedthestars]

"Keep digging, old man," says Jim with a laugh, "God. You get sassy when you top." Leaning in, he gives Bones as dirty a kiss as he can manage. "I like it."

[leftwithmybones]

"This is just what I act like when I get laid regularly. Shame you didn't see the week in the Academy where I acted like this, but you were busy with Command courses." And that had been one of his shortest lived relationships in the history of anything, over long past when it should have been.

[chasedthestars]

"Seriously?" Jim lifts his head. "That could've been the best week of my life. Thanks a lot, destiny." Laying his head down again, Jim does his best not to huff. "Who was this...person?"

[leftwithmybones]

"I'm not giving you her name," he says, adjusting their position enough to wrap his arm comfortably around Jim in a manner that they could easily fall asleep in. "But yeah, I get real happy when I'm being regularly sexed. God knows you do it in enough different flexible ways to keep me going for years."

[chasedthestars]

"Stop trying to flatter me when I'm consumed with jealousy," Jim replies, though he's somewhat comforted that it'd been a woman, for some reason. Maneuvering his head onto Bones' shoulder, Jim sighs. "That was free license, by the way, to have sex with you every day. It's for your own happiness."

[leftwithmybones]

"I'm good at it, though," he points out, laughing rich and deep and settled when Jim gives him the permission. "Well, thanks, James," he drawls. "I'm real glad that I've been given the okay to have sex. I mean, I do sort of need you involved in the process, so it's good to know you're on board."

[chasedthestars]

"I get free license, too, " Jim laughs, "And I'm going to take it. So prepare yourself. No room, lab, beach, or jungle path will ever be safe again."

[leftwithmybones]

"Really haven't changed my mind, Jim," he points out. "Not available for sex in public places. Not now, not likely ever." And as if he wants to counter-point something before it becomes a thing, he sticks a finger to Jim's torso. "First time doesn't count. Wasn't public, was on a roof."

[chasedthestars]

"Oh, come on," Jim groans, "you can't start us off on a rooftop and then tell me never again, and that was so public, I know for a fact the monkeys saw us. What about a deserted beach? Or an abandoned patch of jungle, huh? Have you even tried sex in public places, Bones?"

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's brow raises at the question, given that he knows Jim isn't going to like the answer one bit. "Yeah, I've had sex in public. Few times. Local diner, out in the backyard of the family farmhouse. I've done it enough that it's been ruined by the divorce."

[chasedthestars]

"It's not ruined," says Jim. "It's not ruined, because this isn't Georgia, and I'm not her, and I want to do things with you I'm pretty sure she'd never even dream. We can make new memories, Bones."

[leftwithmybones]

"You better not be her or it's the best disguise in the history of the universe and also the cruellest trick anyone's ever played on me," he states flatly, giving Jim a pointed look. "And yeah, we can make plenty of new memories, but none of them are going to involve sex in public."