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It's strange to have a reminder on the island of what there used to be. He's happy with his current life, happy as hell. He's got Jim, he's got a good thing going, but then there's Madelyne walking around and while he's got no intention of wooing her, it's hard to see her. It's a picture-perfect (nearly) reminder of Jean and every once in a while, it catches him off guard. Sometimes, when he calls Jim 'darling', it sticks on the tip of his tongue and he remembers doing the same with Jean.

Hell. He still remembers that the first time he and Jean had sex was right after Jim vanished the first time. Today's one of those days -- nostalgia days, as he's starting to call them -- and though he's at the Winchester to pick up Jim from after his shift, he's wound up staring at Madelyne (who's at a distance), and trying not to let himself get overwhelmed with history.

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Jim helps, or tries to, halfway to tearing it before he gets the damn thing over his head. "Pants, too," he urges, rolling Bones onto his back and ducking down before he can be stopped, slowing only when he has Bones' zipper in his mouth and on its way down.

Dizzy with the sight of it, McCoy shifts until he's got his hand up to grab at the headboard, hips arching upwards now that he's in nothing more than a pair of black socks and the tight black boxer-briefs that're definitely not Starfleet issued. "Goddamn overly attractive sex fiend," he bitches, but he's grinning like an idiot as he does.

"You love it," Jim replies, coming back up with a grin that breaks apart with a groan when he sees Bones. "Fuck, that's hot, keep gripping the headboard," he exhales, palming Bones through his briefs. "Make you a deal," he says and squeezes, "You don't let go of the headboard, I don't stop blowing you."

"Sounds like a great deal to me," he admits breathlessly, shifting his other hand. He crosses his arms at the wrists, fingers splayed as he grabs hold of the headboard and refuses to let go of it. From here, it's easy because he wants that blowjob more than he wants nearly anything else. "Shit," he gasps. "Hurry it up, will you?"

"Patience," Jim breathes, even though he feels damn impatient himself, staring down at Bones' every muscle stretched taut with wanting. Crawling up his body, Jim presses a kiss to the tip of his nose and reiterates, "Don't let go," both hands around Bones' ribcage when he ducks his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

He's trying to breathe as steady as he can manage, but hell if he knows how to do that when Jim's trying to torture him like this. He's sure the voting public have no goddamn idea how cruel Jim can be when it comes to the bedroom, but McCoy feels like that's a secret he's willing to keep.

"Might have to tie me up," he warns. "I could let go, otherwise."

"You won't let go," Jim promises, lifting his mouth with a wet pop. Reaching for Bones' discarded shirt, he loops it around both his wrists, tying them loosely to the headboard. "You try, and it'll stretch, and you won't do that because I love this shirt and it will make me sad, got it? And also."

Jim leans down, curling his tongue around the lobe of Bones' ear before he continues, "I'll take my mouth off your dick."

He doesn't mind the shirt either, but it's Jim's being upset that he's really going to care about. "Those are both bad things," he says considerately, like he really has to weigh the options, but he tightens his nails and his grip and holds on, just holds on as best as he can. "You've got a helluva talented mouth, too."

Jim grins and sits back with a hum, casting an appreciative glance over his conquest. "Seriously," he says, palming Bones' side, fingers sweeping up and over a pleasantly muscled chest, tracing up an arm to his bound hands. "This is a good look." With a sharpening grin, Jim resumes his attention to Bones' nipples, gradually kissing his way downward. "We are exploring this further when I find some better restraints. Boldly."

"You would think so. Hell, I'm surprised you haven't gagged me," he mutters, though it's just another feather in the cap that suspects that secretly, Jim actually gets off on hearing him bitch. He shivers when Jim's lips brush over his nipple, closing his eyes as he gets comfortable. "Think next time, it'll be your turn to get bound up."

Jim laughs and bites the meat of Bones' side. "I think you'll find it as hard as ever to keep me down," he murmurs, nuzzling down Bones' happy trail. He hits the edge of his briefs and traces the line of them with his tongue, tipping a wicked look up at Bones when, as should now be expected, he takes the waistband between his teeth and eases them down.

"I'm bigger than you," he growls, which isn't doing anything more than stating the fact of their situation. He lets out a soft breath and that turns sharp when suddenly Jim's got his teeth on his briefs. He does his best not to flex his arms and stretch the shirt, but hell, it's not easy.

"You're an inch taller!" Jim exclaims, popping up again. "I'm stronger and I've got way more combat training. And," he adds, taking Bones in hand and stroking slowly, "I fight dirty."

"And my shoulders could eat yours," is his growled reply, though he's not sure he really wants to do much bickering when Jim's got him so nicely taken care of like this. "Shit, you do fight dirty," he gasps. "Remind me never to watch you debate."

"Case in point," Jim replies, breaking off to lick a stripe root to tip, taking the head of Bones' straining cock into his mouth for a brief swirl of tongue. "I don't like to lose. Still holding on, Bones?"

"You really don't like to lose, no," he agrees, still shocked at how much Jim can draw out of him with his mouth and tongue alone. He holds on, but doesn't pull, tipping his head back. "Forgot what we're playing for, right now."

"You'll remember," Jim murmurs, body wriggling further down the bed, legs out behind him until he can drape his arms over Bones' waist, holding him down when he sucks him back into his mouth. He bobs a few times, just enjoying the heavy weight in his mouth, the easy slide of flesh against his tongue, then pulls off again, voice a little rougher when he asks, "Remember yet?"

Well, he remembers how good Jim is with his mouth, he remembers that much. There's a short little intake of air before McCoy's all over moaning Jim's name like it's the only thing he can remember right now, which is fine and all because it's a damn good name. "J..." Eventually, that's all that comes out.

Thank god for his practice with J names.

Jim chuckles against Bones' hip. "Forget my name if you want, but don't let go." And with that he draws one of Bones' legs over his shoulder, holding him open for the two spit-slick fingers Jim presses against Bones' hole. They're slippery, not slick enough to do much more than tease, but Jim knows from it experience it feels damn good. "Fuck," he exhales - the heat against his fingertips alone is enough to make him hard as a rock. "Let me fuck you after?" he asks, closing his lips back over Bones' cock.

"So fucking demanding," McCoy gasps out, his words sharp but coherent and he digs his blunt nails into the fabric of his shirt and he holds on, but he doesn't push or try to break it, breathing as steadily as he can manage. "If you hadn't tied me up, I could fuck you with my mouth right now," he spits out, like he's attempting to say the filthiest thing necessary to get himself off.

"You'd hurt your neck," Jim replies carefully around the dick in his mouth. "And that wasn't a no," he observes and slides down, taking Bones all the way to the root before he bobs a few times, takes him to the root and swallows, over and over in a pattern he knows will make Bones lose his mind.

He forgets how to speak before he forgets his promise about the shirt. And every time he gets perilously close to forgetting about that, he starts to slip and remembers that Jim's gonna take his mouth off of him and that makes him remember, makes him hiss out Jim's name reverently.

"Yeah," he finally gets out. "Yeah, of course you can fuck me after."

Jim groans around the dick in his mouth, fingers no longer teasing but beginning to press inside, working Bones open with purpose now. He aches to feel Bones' fingers in his hair, feel them tugging hard enough to sting, but he's asked Bones not to let go, and Bones is doing so good. "So good," Jim murmurs, pulling off just far enough to swirl his tongue around the head. "So good, baby, gonna come for me?"

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He tightens his grip, hips arching upwards as he moves his whole body in an attempt to get closer to Jim however the damn well he can. "Not if you keep calling me baby," he snaps at Jim, half wanting to break the knot and grab Jim by the hair, but he behaves because he has to, because Jim's made him a promise. "Something else," he grunts. "Pick something else."

"Don't wanna," Jim grunts back, rough from the constant abuse to the back of his throat. "Like baby." Taking Bones into his mouth again, he crooks his fingers, takes him down and swallows hard.

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