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At the time, it'd seemed like a good idea. They're in some strange fantasy that's made up of moments in his head, they're home, but not home, so why shouldn't he capitalize on the fact and pack a couple bags in the night so he can whisk Jim away to Iowa and the dry-docks. If this is his head, he'll want to make Jim happy and if that's the case, then the Enterprise ought to be in there for repairs.

What he did not prepare for was the fact that even though this is in his head, his goddamn aviophobia hasn't vanished. He's currently sitting in one of the seats in the shuttle, head between his knees and breathing so hard that he thinks he'll never breathe a deep breath again. In short form: he's going to throw up and it'll be the shuttle company's fault for not letting him do it in the bathroom. Another lurch and McCoy groans heavily, sinking even further forward, like he's attempting to melt into the floor.

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Bones sounds half way to fucked out already, voice rough and thick with that accent that curls Jim toes. He groans, drizzling some lube onto his hand before adding a third finger, reaching deep to crook all three against Bones' sweet spot. "When do you want me to fuck you, Bones?" he asks, stroking ruthlessly over it.

"What are you, deaf? Thick?" he lashes out, reaching back to try and speed things up, but all he accomplishes is a slow stroke of fingers over Jim's wrist. "Now, god damn it. I want you right now."

Jim would laugh, but he's too turned on, leaving his fingers in Bones when he stands up, mouths roughly at the juncture of Bones' throat. "Just like to hear you say it," he breathes, twisting his fingers once last time before he pulls them out, grabs his cock to slick it and press it to Bones' hole. "Be loud, huh? Wanna hear you."

"Trust you to get off on nearly-exhibitionist sex," he moans out the words, but the majority of them are lost to the ravages of a pleased groan, leaning into Jim's mouth and swearing softly under his breath when Jim pushes into him. "Yeah," he coaxes. "Like that. God, Jim!"

"Barely even started," Jim groans back, but he's so turned on his hands are shaking, fingers gripping Bones' sides hard and possessive to pull him back onto his dick. "Fuck, you're tight," he sighs, and Bones always is when they start, even after Jim has fingered him open. Tight and so impossibly hot, Jim can't get enough of him, probably never will.

"You built me up for this," he mutters in reply, grunting when Jim pulls him back and letting out a hissed moan at the way it opens him up to new feelings and yeah, there's some pain in there, but he can't really think too hard about that when he's focusing on all the good pleasure bits.

Jim holds steady, letting Bones' body adjust, but he can't stay still for long. Bones feels too good, and Jim bites at his nape, wraps his palm against the spot after to push Bones down, bending him over.

"So hot like this, Bones," Jim pants, hands tight over Bones' wrists to hold them against the arms of the chair, keep him steady when Jim pulls back and fucks in hard.

His breathing is ragged and he's not sure how much longer his body is going to last, but what he does know is that he needs one more thing, one last thing to push him over the edge. "Please, Jim, please, please, touch me."

"Not yet," Jim gasps in his ear, reclaiming Bones' hips, fingers curling close to where Bones wants but not close enough, holding tight so Jim can set a hard, deep rhythm. He's pushing his own body to its limits, but he's on the bridge of his starship, Bones is with him, he's losing his mind and it's perfect, perfect, and Jim can't stop. "Wait for me, Bones, wanna come with you."

"Fuck you, better catch up, then," he says sharply, given that he doesn't think that he can hold on for much longer, not like this. "Jim, god, Jim."

"Yeah, tell me," Jim grunts, tugging Bones' hips back with every thrust, grinding hard against that sweet spot, "Fuck, you feel so good, Bones. One day," he promises, gasping for breath, "I'm gonna make you come just from this, just my dick inside of you."

"One day," he agrees faintly, because he knows better than challenging Jim with impossible tasks and this is one that he's really like to accomplish and he'd really like to come with some urgent haste, so he shuts up because he wants it, he wants it so bad and Jim's practically making him see white. He grips the chair a little harder, a fresh wave of need pushing over him and making him moan even louder than before. "Please," he begs brokenly. "Please, Jim. Now?"

"Okay, babe," Jim gets out, and he's not there yet, not quite, but he can't deny Bones when he's asking in that drawling, sex-drenched voice. Reaching around, he finds Bones' cock, swollen huge and aching, and strips it in time with his pounding thrusts. "I got you, c'mon now."

He swallows, hard, and that's not the only thing that's hard right now. He's beyond strained to hold on and with Jim coaxing him like this, there's no way that he can hold on. He hisses and moans out Jim's name, toes practically curling when he comes.

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