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When he wakes up, he hears two things that make him distinctly terrified for both his life and his sanity. See, thing is, on the island, he wakes up with Jim clinging to him like a lamprey and that's about normal, that's fine. He gets used to the cat in his face yelping for food. What he's not used to is his Mama's voice shouting from downstairs that breakfast is on and if he doesn't move his ass, then Jo's gonna eat all of it.

So, you know, what in hell has he been drinking? He starts awake, hair a righteous and holy mess and he stares around him -- no grogginess left, not today. There's a dozen recognizable things around him and his eyes flit between them -- his Vitruvian man poster, the skeletal poster, his favorite sports teams and the merchandise, and the assorted antiques that litter the room. He breathes out and flops back on the bed, but it's not mattress he hits.

It's Jim.

"Fuck, ow," he hisses, then stares at the door in the event his mother (or Jo, how is Jo here, it must be break, the one time he ever got her and his grandparents left no mystery as to where she'd be spending it). He bolts for the door, clad in nothing but his tight black boxer-briefs and locks it firmly, reaching over to flick Jim in the leg. "Get up," he orders. "Now."

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"Ma and Jo went out to lunch and to buy my daughter some school clothes," McCoy murmurs, taking a step back to truly appreciate what Jim looks like when he's only wearing the pants. "So," he drawls. "How about, Jim, you get real naked for me and you decide what we're about to do."

"Uh," says Jim, ears burning hot as the rest of him warms to the command in an entirely different way. "I believe I heard mention of a fantasy before." Tugging down his borrowed zipper, Jim hooks his thumbs in his beltloops and tugs the jeans down, kicking them off with a flourish.

"Something about being spreadeagled on your college bed?" he says as the boxers come off, too. "Tied up in sweaters?"

McCoy takes a long look at Jim's lean body before he turns, opening the dressers and digging out his old cardigans and sweaters. When he's got four that he doesn't mind stretching a little, he starts to do up sailor's knots in order to keep Jim nice and secure to the four posters of the bed. "We only got a few hours time, so you better be a good boy and come with haste, darlin'."

"A few hours?" Jim laughs, neck stretched to stare at the knots securing him. He has to hand to it Bones, they're good knots. He probably had to practice on Jo's tire swing, and that is not a thought Jim wants to be having right now.

"We just went from zero to bondage, something tells me I'll make it."

"Do you want me to wait for your brain to catch up?" McCoy offers, polite as sweet apple pie can be as he perches on the side of the bed just out of touching distance and still in every lick of clothing he started the day with. "Because I got time."

"No fair taunting the naked," Jim returns. He tugs at his legs now, finding them held tight as well. "Especially when I'm unable to entertain myself while you sit there looking handsome and fully clothed."

"Partially the point," McCoy murmurs, no more than a whisper. He leans over Jim, straddling him on all fours and keeping himself elevated enough to prevent any kind of touching save for McCoy's mouth pressing a ghost of a kiss to Jim's chest. "You know, I took my first girlfriend back to this room. Boyfriend, too, if you can call a few quick fucks a relationship."

"He sounds like an asshole," says Jim at once and without a need to know more than that he's male. "A girlfriend, though, that intrigues." Arching up, he does his best to feel more of Bones' weight against him. "Tell me what you did with her."

McCoy shakes his head, settling so that he's steady about Jim on all fours. "Do I really have to tell you about how I got called Plum by my first girlfriend the whole time she rode me here in this bed?" he wonders aloud. "Or can't I just tease you until you're beggin' for it?"

Jim barks out a surprised laugh. "Plum?" he demands. "Goddammit, Bones, don't make me laugh when I'm turned on, my boner doesn't know what to do. But I wanna know. What hijinks did young, horny Bones get up to in this room?"

"Where do you think the cat got his name from, smart-ass?" he teases, the kisses to Jim's chest turning slower, longer, more cautious and fond. "And I didn't get up to that much, not unless Ma and Daddy were out on the town. I've got strict parents, you see."

"Well I didn't think you got the name from a woman riding your dick," Jim replies, grinning happily up at him. "Which sounds fun, by the way, remind me to do it again soon." Tugging again at his wrists, Jim adds, "Not so strict today though, is she?"

"Think she's just grateful her son's having sex again," he admits, as wrong (wrong, wrong) as that is. "As far as she knows, I haven't gotten laid since Jocelyn left me, so she probably thinks I'm fit to explode," he drawls, grinning right back at Jim, matched for stupid and delirious fondness. "You want something, there?" he asks, noting Jim's tugging at the sweaters.

"It's hard to look at you and not touch," Jim answers, trying to get a leg around Bones' waist before he remembers his ankles, too, are secured, and grunts in frustration. "Even if you are still wearing way too many clothes."

"Maybe I'm wearing them until you give me a good reason to get them off," McCoy says, all full of that logic that the Vulcan loves so damn much. He shifts, slipping down to mouth at Jim's nipple, scraping his teeth against it lightly and easing back. "Mom's not gone that long, after all."

Jim hisses, once against reminded of his bonds when he arches, able to follow Bones' mouth when it pulls away again, but not far. "C'mon," he says, and already there's a thread of need in his voice that Jim does his best to swallow down. "Stop stopping."

"Thought you were a genius," McCoy murmurs, soft and fond. He kisses him with everything that's been pent up since he woke up this morning, but he still eases back. "Beg."

"Thought I was," Jim replies, because he's kind of terrible at it. It's the Captain in him, every demand more order than request. It takes a lot to get Jim out of that entitled headspace and into supplication. "Touch me, Bones, c'mon, I want you to."

"Yeah, I want to, too," he agrees, sliding his palms slowly up Jim's sides, letting them slide back down again and grip at his hips as he inches his way slowly down Jim's body. He eases kisses to the crook of Jim's hips before letting his jaw go slack and his mouth go wide, taking the tip of Jim's dick into his mouth and easing back to give a satisfying little 'pop' sound. "Like that?" he asks, feigning ignorance.

Jim whines hopefully at the grip on his hips, rewarded a moment later when his dick is enveloped in soft, wet heat. "Fuck," Jim groans, just beginning to harden further in Bones' mouth when it disappears. "Dammit, Bones," he growls, yanking at the sweaters around his wrists, "I swear to god."

Yeah, Jim's damn pretty when he gets pissed. It's not that McCoy wants Jim angry all the time, but there's this flush he gets to his face and a glimmer in his eyes and it makes him want to feed it, fuel it until he can't stand holding out any longer. "What's the matter, darlin'?" he drawls, setting his chin curiously at the crook of Jim's hip where it meets the thigh, stroking his fingertips lightly over the inside of Jim's bare thigh.

Lifting his head, Jim stares incredulously back at the wide eyed look Bones is giving him. "I'm going to kill you," he promises. "Probably with sex."

Yanking again, he realizes the sweater around his right wrist is loose enough to tug free. Jim hums, a small smirk all the warning he gives before he has a hand around the back of Bones' neck, hauling him up for a kiss.

He lets out a muffled sound, but he's grinning like an idiot the minute Jim gets a good hold of him. He shifts his hip so that his jeans catch Jim's erection and when he rocks his hips, there's all the friction in the world to keep him pleased. "I love you," he murmurs before he gets another kiss in before Jim can swoop in for seconds.

"Love teasing me," says Jim when they break apart. He tangles his fingers in Bones' hair, holding him steady while he works his other wrist free. When the second sweater comes loose, Jim shoves both hands down the back of Bones' jeans, helping himself to two handfuls of his ass. "Think it's time for you to get naked now, Bones."

"I think it's long past time, but you were so damn slow getting out of those sweaters that I don't know what to think, Captain Kirk," he marvels, unable to help the idiotic grin on his lips. Apparently being home and surrounded by the people he loves the most does ridiculous things to him.