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( closed ) how about you and me

who: Jim Kirk & Leonard McCoy
what: a failed dinner date surprise
when: now
where: their place, shared housing
warnings: gross domesticity, probably some smooching and general self-indulgent shippy stuff. will update if need be!

All in all, Jim had liked the flower festival a little more. Granted, he'd still been getting used to life in Riverview then, but the mood in general had been livelier and more festive. Not that people were in any way sadder or more unpleasant, but there was definitely a lingering feeling of grief and loss that just didn't sit well with him.

Most of the aspects weren't really up his alley, so he skipped on a lot of it. He accepted any lanterns only so he wouldn't be rude, but he didn't share any stories, he didn't hang any lanterns. He was honestly debating on whether to send a single lantern down the river in a few days, but he had time. Until then? There was one tradition he could get behind, at least.

Or... well, try his best, anyway. Because cooking really wasn't a strong suit of his.

He organized himself so that, hopefully, it wouldn't be too disastrous. Choosing a recipe: check. Buying ingredients: check. Getting some little decorative items just to set the mood: check. Oh, and a cute fancy apron (fundamental, clearly): check.

It all seemed fairly straightforward. He set up the table for two, simple but with a couple of candles and a small jar with flowers, the rest of the flat tidied up to near perfection. And it would've been perfection if it weren't for the fact that halfway through keeping an eye on the meat roasting in the oven, he let the rice burn and stick to the bottom of the cooking pot, and by the time he took care of that there was an even stronger smell of something burning in the air. He opened the oven and— ah. Great. A curtain of smoke right into his face that quickly enough spread through the rest of the flat.

Windows open, Jim was currently using a kitchen cloth to force the smoke out, looking a bit like a mess from having to deal with the disaster of his cooking attempt. Bones shouldn't be back so soon, though, so he could still try to get them takeout. Wouldn't be as special, but it'd have to do— and that way Bones wouldn't have to see the complete mess Jim had made of the kitchen, or the charred roadkill that should've been their dinner.

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Leaning close still, he nipped and licked lightly at Bones's lips, lingering for a while before finally pulling away. Not that he was planning on moving away anytime soon, obviously, but he still wanted to get them through dessert, even if it meant eating it this way. Admittedly, it wasn't very practical, and Jim likely would've though it silly before, but now they were doing it, he was kind of enjoying himself. A little too much, even.

Unwinding his arm from around Bones's neck, he picked up the plate from the table with his now free hand, so he didn't have to turn away each time he wanted to get another forkful of the dessert. He did just that now, lifting it up to Bones's lips, then getting a bite for himself afterwards.

"Feeling pretty lucky right now, for what it's worth," he hummed, eyes glinting in amusement as he smiled at Bones. "Should we just eat the rest of the dessert like that, then?"

The sound he made was almost a purr as he leaned in to Jim as he licked and nipped at his lips. Reaching up, he cupped one of his cheeks in his hand as it slid from his hair. The pad of his thumb smoothed over his cheekbone gently before he chuckled. Watching Jim grab up the plate so they could keep eating, he happily followed along with Jim's trading out turns for bites.

"Yeah? It's worth quite a bit." Smiling just a little, he arched a brow and shrugged his shoulder just slightly. "To be perfectly honest, I'm not against eating that way. It has its perks." Namely getting stray kisses and touches in between, or during. Or both. "What do you want to do, darlin'?"

"Mm," he hummed around a mouthful of food, swallowing down before speaking up. "I think you just like me in your lap." He wiggled his hips rather pointedly as he said that, raising his eyebrows then winking at Bones. Not that he could talk much, because he enjoyed it just as much, but then again he hadn't meant it as an accusation. Far from it, really.

"Don't know," he shrugged, cutting up another corner of the tart, this time taking it up to Bones's lips. "What do you mean? Aren't we doing something right now?"

"Damn right I do. But if you keep wigglin' like that this is goin' to end up a big mess." Curling his fingers around Jim's hips, he pulled him closer just slightly pressing them closer. A shiver ran up his spine as he took a slow deep breath. "Then again, I just like you close."

Even before they took it to a new level, he'd preferred to be in the other man's space and vice versa. It felt natural. Now it was just an impulse and desire. "I meant did you want to feed each other like that." Slipping his hands up his sides, he tipped his head back to look up at Jim quietly just a moment. "But I mean, is the tart all that's slated for dessert?" Okay, that he drawled out just enough to let Jim know he didn't mean food...

Rather, he let his eyes draw over Jim's form before lifting back up to look at him with a vaguely amused and suggestive gaze.

"Mess of what kind, exactly? Because I've gotta tell you, I have a pretty good grip on this plate," he shot back at Bones with a crooked grin and a teasing wink, mouthing a big piece of the chocolate tart.

He knew very well what Bones was talking about, though. Not that the doctor was being particularly subtle right now, but then Jim always did like that. Subtlety had its advantages, of course, but he was always more of a fan of getting straight to the point. And besides, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like Bones looking him up and down with that much intent.

"Don't know... depends on what else you've got an appetite for," he murmured suggestively himself, leaning in to ghost his lips over Bones's, though not quite kissing him.

"Hm..." He let his eyes drift down to Jim's lips and along the line of his jaw to sweep along his neck. "Well, I really did enjoy feeding you. But if it did fall from the plate or fork, it might just be a good idea to clean it up. Or maybe I should just be honest and say I'd have no issue purposely getting chocolate on your skin and cleaning it up for you." He could be more hinting instead of blunt, but he found he just preferred make it clear what he wanted...

And since Jim was asking... "Well, I'm feelin' a need for six feet of gorgeous blue eyes and blonde hair with a lack of self preservation instinct, but a mind, heart and soul that can make me fall apart. Think you've got something like that around here? Cause it would be a shame if you didn't." His fingertips softly walked up the line of Jim's spine as his eyes continued to look him over, every angle and curve he could see and even those he simply remembered.

He only drew his own eyes back to Jim's as he felt that lips against his but not quite kissing him. But god, that felt even better in some ways in that moment. "How 'bout you, darlin'? What do you want?"

Of all the things Jim would've expected from Bones in the past, this had sure been a surprise so far. A pleasant surprise, of course. The way he spoke, direct but low and smooth and all too suggestive, sent a thrill right down Jim's spine, and it took everything in him not to just shiver as those fingers danced up his back.

He slid his eyes closed for a moment, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, wetting his parted lips before moving again. He turned only enough to set the plate back down with what little was left of the tart, freeing up his hands so he could turn back to the doctor and cup both sides of his face.

"You're so sweet," he said, with a tone that was both happy and surprised, a small grin taking up his face. He leaned in closer, kissing Bones softly, then nipping and licking at his lips in light and languid motions. "You can have... whatever you want."

Possibly he should feel bad about getting them off course. Jim had plans for them tonight and it seemed he was derailing those at this rate. He felt slightly bad about that, but feeling bad got difficult when Leonard could feel Jim shiver under his touch or watched him lips his lips. Everything Jim did was drawing in his attention like a moth to the flame.

And lord knows, when that plate was put aside and those hands cupped his face, he bout forgot what he was feelin' guilty for. The doctor tried to keep his eyes on Jim's, but they slipped down to those lips as they pulled into a grin while he moved in closer. Tipping his head, he smiled a little at being called sweet.

Then those last words sent a shiver down his spine. Licking at his lips, he brushed Jim's with the slight motion before finally finding his voice to speak. "Funny... all I want is you." Nipping softly at Jim's lower lip, he pulled him closer with his hands pressed against his lower back. "Hope you're good with that."

Jim was yet to complain about having his plans thwarted, so really, Bones shouldn't be feeling guilty at all. Especially when Jim seemed just as happy with this turn of events as Bones himself was. Either way, they had time. It was still pretty early and even if they ended up just making out for a while, well... plenty of time to do anything else they might want to. Up to and including picking up Jim's plans where they'd left off.

Not that he had any sort of grand plan for tonight, really.

"Mm... on one condition," he hummed, stealing soft pecks from Bones's lips, since distance apparently wasn't a thing that was happening anytime soon. His hands moved up and his fingers slid along the shell of Bones's ears, fingertips brushing down the soft skin behind them. Then, he promptly added in a singing voice, lilting a little as he looked a breath away from bursting into a giggling fit. "If you got me, then baby I got you..."

Tipping his head into those hands, he ran his own along his sides and down over the curve of his ass to squeeze lightly. God, Jim always managed to look utterly good enough to eat. Metaphorically speakin' of course. Drawing him closer he licked at those lips and returned each of those kisses not really wanting to pull away even when Jim leaned back just a little.

He could see that mirth bubbling up in his expression and he couldn't help arching a brow in curiosity as the other seemed to fight to repress a laugh. Then both of his eyebrows rose up as Jim sang that line. And god, even if Jim had the voice of a goddamn angel, he still couldn't stop the huff of a laugh that escaped him.

It wasn't really amusement, more that he just felt the most ridiculous surge of warmth in his heart and chest that fluttered about like butterflies. "Yeah you do." He said the words softly and moved to kiss along Jim's jaw so he could whisper in his ear. "Had me for a long while now."

Well, it was kinda hard to resist the urge to pull that reference out of nowhere. He was a bit surprised Bones recognized it, though. Then again, the doctor probably spent enough time around Jim to pick up on a lot of classical culture references. Even ancient ones from 300 years ago.

"Then I'm good," he murmured softly, closing his eyes and tipping his head a little towards Bones, lips curled into a smile. Bones's breath tickled against his ear and neck, but despite the light shiver that it spread through him, he didn't move away, instead curling both arms around Bones's neck. "You got me, too."

Leaning away then, he turned his head a little so he was facing Bones more properly, then canted his head and pressed his parted lips to Bones's, tongue dragging across the doctor's own lips to coax them to part for him so he could deepen the kiss.

Bein' around Jim and well, also likin' those things a bit himself as a kid. He knew it and got it, which made it a helluva lot easier to follow Jim's train of thoughts at times. Or just enjoy some of the same things. And needless to say, he really liked listening to Jim sing along or dance to those classic tunes.

Curling his arms about Jim's waist, he smiled at him slowly. "Do I?" Nipping at his ear, he drew back just enough for Jim to wrap his arms about his neck. "Damn lucky, then."

Fingers curled into the fabric of Jim's shirt as those lips found his. It also didn't take long for Leonard to part his lips and pull Jim's tongue into his mouth to suck on it softly before letting him have free reign. Pushing one hand up Jim's back, he played with the hairs at the nape of his neck before they disappeared into his hair, tangling about silken strands.

Jim pressed in closer and slotted their mouths together the moment Bones parted his lips, tongue swiping past them and brushing against his own tongue. He let out a hum at both that sensation and the feeling of those fingers sifting through his hair, spreading a warm, soft shiver all across his body.

He shifted slightly on Bones's lap, but not too much or too suggestively. One hand moved up to brush through short dark strands, pads of his fingers dragging along the doctor's scalp, while his other hand curled into a fist into Bones's shirt. Jim had no intention of pushing for more just yet, but this was pretty nice. Just kissing and holding each other close.

Not something Jim was all that inclined to doing with anyone before. There was always a purpose or ultimate goal when he'd kissed someone in the past, but with Bones, the kissing was its own reward.

A soft sound got lost in their mouths as Jim swept into his mouth like that. Kissing Jim never lost that spine tingling sensation or that growing warmth that spread to his fingers and toes making him want to hold on tighter to him. He loved the taste of Jim on his tongue and the feel of his tongue brushing against Jim's. Felt so damn addicting.

When Jim shifted, the one arm still curled about his waist tightened and pulled him closer with a soft sound. Not that he was aiming to make it anymore sensual than it was, he just wanted him close. It was becoming quite the habit to drag Jim as close as possible.

And god, he could get used to that feeling of Jim's fingers in his hair and against his scalp. It sent shivers down his spine in a way that made him tangle his own a bit tighter in Jim's hair as he bit lightly on his lower lip. Letting the soft flesh slide from his teeth, he let out a soft contented sigh before touching their noses just barely before he kissed him again, softer this time, making the contact lingering and sweet.

In part Jim was sure that Bones was a very good kisser, much like Jim himself was, but he was also aware that there were layers and aspects to their relationship that Jim had never really had with anyone else. Even if it was just a physical thing, Bones still would have been his best friend, which in itself meant a lot of deep feelings of affection and love— no matter what kind.

But it was more than just physical too. Jim knew that, even if neither of them had brought that up yet. They just kept pushing at that line and seeing how far they could go, apparently, and so far neither of them had complained. Far from it, actually.

A small part of Jim wondered, though. Bones was a little more traditional and conventional than Jim was when it came to this sort of thing. Maybe he would prefer defining the relationship, but then Jim lacked the experience to know how to even bring that up, so he just... kept putting off that talk. Or just waiting for Bones to mention it himself.

But then knowing Bones, Jim should know that the doctor would worry too much about imposing or forcing Jim into anything he didn't want.

Humming in pleasant surprise at the bite, Jim curled his lips into a smile, returning the softer kiss as tenderly as he could manage. His hand slid down Bones's neck, thumb drawing along his jaw and down his throat, slipping just barely past the collar of his shirt and swiping across the skin there. This time around he was the one breaking the kiss, nipping playfully at Bones's nose.

"So how's that for dessert? Had enough yet?"

A soft tremor rolled through him, making his fingers flex tighter in Jim's hair as he let out a gasping breath. Then he ended up laughing breathlessly as Jim nipped at his nose. Opening his eyes, he looked up at him with a bit of awe mixed in with utter adoration. Both hands moved up to lightly trace the curve of his neck before cupping his face between them.

"Like I'd ever have enough, but I guess I'm tided over for the time bein'." That was the real problem wasn't it? He really had no idea what Jim wanted out of this. He knew he wouldn't be dropped aside like past dalliances, but that didn't mean Jim wanted this to be a lasting thing either. Well.. it felt like he did. But Leonard had wanted this long enough to know that he might be confusing his own desires into everything.

Problem was, he felt too damn scared to ask. Other than Jim's pointed evasion of relationships in the past, he also dealt with that sinking feeling that came with remembering how he'd not been good enough for that sort of thing the first time. And where he'd pulled enough away from Joce to not sting too horribly much, Jim was an entirely different story.

Releasing his face, his hands dropped down to rest loosely on the blonde's hips as he gave him a curious look. "I'll follow your lead." Didn't he always?

"Tided over will do, but... promise to leave you completely satisfied before the night is through," he answered a hint suggestively, winking at Bones as he leaned back a little more, gaze studying his features as he traced the lines of his face with his fingertips. He noted, rather unnecessarily and not for the first time, how handsome the doctor was, brushing a thumb along the cheek just below his eye, feeling warmth creep up to his own face at the beautiful tone of hazel.

Stealing one last quick kiss, he moved to stand up, a bit reluctant to move away but not letting out even a sound of complaint. "Close your eyes for me," he asked, then once Bones did as he asked, he stepped away. Bones would be able to hear him fumble around for a little while, the soft dragging of the couch, a few mechanical sounds, then some soft music starting to play. The lyrics were simple and romantic, sang by a sweet and low voice.

After a few seconds Jim was tapping on Bones's shoulder, then holding out a hand towards him. The couch had been moved to the side just enough that there was a bit more room for them to move. "May I have this dance?"

"Goin' Shakesperean verse on me, darlin'?" He laughed a little, but it sounded soft, warm and happy in a way most wouldn't believe the doctor could sound. "And I'll make sure you keep that promise." Tipping his head into those hands, he let Jim look at him even if it did make his skin heat up a little and he had to smile almost shyly to have that much intensity turned on him from Jim. Not that he disliked it.

His lashes lowered when Jim leaned in to kiss him and only sighed when Jim gave him that command. Closing his eyes completely, he arched his brow a little. "You really are goin' all out, aren't you?" He angled his head to hear what Jim was doing and well, maybe it was driving him a little crazy with curiosity.

Until that music started playing. It occurred to him in that moment just what Jim might be planning. At the tap to his shoulder, he blinked his eyes open and looked up at Jim again then to the hand offered to him. "You may." The doctor breathed those words as he slid his hand into Jim's and pushed to his feet. Really, honestly? If he looked at what Jim was doing, he knew this wasn't something Jim just did. It wasn't like him at all...

But he was doing it for him, and god, that made him love him more.

He didn't really expect Bones to say no to that, so he wasn't particularly nervous when he asked that, even if he was fully aware that this wasn't the kind of thing people would expect from him. Least of all Bones, who knew him so well. But the thought had come to him and he had enjoyed the thought of slow dancing with Bones more than just a little, so he figured there was no harm in rolling with it.

That tendency not to overthink and just do what he wanted, that at least was definitely something he'd do.

Fingers curling tighter around Bones's hand, he guided it to settle on his shoulder, his own dropping to Bones's waist while he caught the doctor's other hand and lifted it up just so. It wasn't some grand dance with complex steps or anything, so he just made sure to pull Bones close and start moving in very small and slow steps, as peaceful and quiet as the music playing right now.

Moving with Jim's direction, he slipped into the other's space letting his hands rest where Jim put them. And when the doctor felt that hand on his waist, he couldn't stop a small tremor in response to such a simple touch. Breathing in a careful measured breath, he curled his fingers over Jim's other hand as he fell into stop following his lead.

Didn't he always follow Jim's lead? It came as naturally as breathing most days. Leaning just a little closer, he touched his temple to Jim's not quite completely touching, but enough. Letting his eyes fall closed, he knew he could just get lost in the movement and sound and just being that close to Jim.

But it did a number on his insides as they knotted up with flutters and flip flops that just made it hard to breathe quite right. "If you're tryin' to woo me James Kirk, it's workin'." He said the words soft, even if they were lighter and meant to be amused, they came out more honest than anything else.

Slow dancing definitely wasn't his sort of thing, but maybe surprisingly to Bones, he could in fact dance, even dances with slightly more complex steps than this. But this was perfect just as it was, really. Not that Jim needed an excuse to be close to the doctor, but it felt nice, and he tipped his head closer until their temples were pressed close and their cheeks brushed against each other.

He let out a chuckle at Bones's words, not really pulling away even to look at Bones. "Thought you were already successfully wooed before, doc." Well, sort of. And while wooing Bones hadn't been exactly what he had in mind doing all this, it was a nice perk. He just really wanted to do something nice for the doctor, Setting up a date himself seemed like the perfect way to show Bones that he was willing to put in some extra effort too, that it wasn't just a one-way street.

Moving Bones's hand and settling it on his chest, he let go of it so he could settle that hand on Bones's waist too, keeping him close. "This is nice."

"Mm, wooing isn't really the same thing as jumping into bed, now is it?" Well, maybe a little. Where he preferred more meaningful relationships and commitment he did go through a stint when he was younger and it didn't matter. He grew out of it pretty quick though. And honestly, Jim already had him in both ways even if he didn't realize it. "Just don't think anyone's really done anything like this for me before."

Least he could do was answer that honestly. Not that he didn't try for Jocelyn. It just never worked out. And it never felt like this either. Tipping his head into Jim's he reveled int he warmth and proximity as he let out a soft sigh. Sliding his hand on the shoulder to the back of Jim's neck, the other splayed out over Jim's chest softly, pressing against the feeling of his heart. "Yeah, real nice."

Letting out a soft sigh, he had a feeling he could get far too used to this. Not just dancing, but the warmth and the closeness. It felt too good to be honest. "Jim, you know... I mean it when I say you're all I want, right? Guess want isn't really the right for it."

"Well, I don't know. I'd ask you, since you were the one making the first move." Actually Jim had made it a point to let Bones take the lead at first, if only because he didn't want to just drag Bones along into something he might regret later on. Of course that now he was both sure and glad that that wasn't the case, but at the time, honestly? A part of him had wondered.

"Really? Kinda like that, I've got to admit," he smiled softly, turning his head just enough to catch a glimpse of the doctor's face. "It's nice to know we both still have some firsts to experience with each other." Even if he didn't think that was vital to a relationship, it was pretty exciting anyway. And Jim liked being able to surprise Bones like this, to be able to give him experiences he'd never had before.

"Yeah? And what would be the right word for it?" He said, both curious and teasing.

"That wasn't planned, ya know." But he didn't know if he would do it differently. Jim didn't seem like the type to want grand romantic gestures and the fear of ruining their friendship always took precedence. Honestly, Leonard wasn't sure he'd ever have had the guts to pursue Jim without something pushing him forward first. "I don't know how I'd have tried to win you over, to be honest... Didn't think I could do anything more meaningful than just being by your side no matter what."

And he didn't know what could possibly make Jim switch gears from friendship to something like this. But maybe all the giving of himself and never walking away came to somethin'. Turning his head a little with Jim's he met his gaze for a second before his eyes lowered just slightly. "Well, I do prefer having somethings about me that surprise you. And to be honest, didn't think you'd ever do anything like this. It's pretty amazin'."

Biting into his lower lip a moment, he dropped his head down to rest his forehead on Jim's shoulder just a second. He didn't know if he should answer this question to be honest. Things were goin' well as they were. Did he really want to mess that up? "What word do you think I mean?"

"I know. I know it wasn't," Jim answered, softer and not all that teasing anymore. They had both made that plenty clear that night, and the morning after. As much as they had enjoyed themselves, and how much they had been enjoying this new dynamic to their relationship since then, he knew full well that neither of them had planned any of it.

Felt nicer that way, though. Knowing it was all spontaneous and a little thoughtless. Made it feel more genuine, like it really was what they both wanted. More than anything.

"You never had to win me over," he said with a hint of fondness, tipping his head down a little as he smiled in a way that, if one didn't know Jim, was almost shy. "You had me all along, Leonard McCoy."

Well, maybe not like this, but... honestly, it felt like such a natural step to their relationship, looking back now Jim couldn't say why they didn't get here sooner. Probably their jobs, in good part. Jim's own tendency to sleep around. The latter was no longer an issue, and the former was— well, not quite as relevant in this place. As much as Jim missed his friends, his crew and his ship, he was also grateful for the kind of personal freedom this place afforded him. Both of them, actually.

Jim tipped his head a little as he felt Bones press his forehead to his shoulder, raising an eyebrow curiously. Even if he did have a feeling he knew what Bones meant— and wasn't quite sure he knew how to handle that just yet. "Don't know, doc. If I did then I wouldn't ask."

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