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[leftwithmybones]

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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[chasedthestars]

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.

[leftwithmybones]

"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.

[chasedthestars]

"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.

[leftwithmybones]

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."

[chasedthestars]

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?"

[leftwithmybones]

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."

[chasedthestars]

"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.

[leftwithmybones]

McCoy's warring with the frustration of Jim sounding so goddamn good with that rough rasp in his voice and he wants to get down there and kiss him, but his dick is telling him that what he really wants to do is lie back and let those gorgeous pink lips do the best work they do. "Fine," he growls. "Not in public."