[Open] Apple a day... you get what I mean.

[legendary_hands]

who: Dr. Leonard McCoy and Possibly you? (Open)
what: Catch him sleeping after work, or for lunch, or come up with your own idea to run into the doctor.
when: Either during or after the Butterfly Effect event. Just let me know when so I can adjust accordingly.
where: Riverview General/Anywhere he can get food/Your choice
warnings: Definitely ONE NSFW thread going on in here and bad language?


I. After Work
Working in a hospital is always a strange feeling to him now. Ever since he took that position as Chief Medical Officer that Jim offered him, his view of medical care had changed intensely. Now it felt even stranger in a lot of ways. The technology wasn’t the same. Not that it was the dark ages, but it certainly isn’t what he’s used to.

Which was why he didn’t leave immediately from his shift end. He sat with manuals on the medical technology and different available medicines spread out over the table so he could read. He pretty much took over a quieter break room, intent on staying out of the way and getting some work done. Between reviewing charts of patients and the books. It felt a whole lot like he was back in medical school again.

At some point though, he likely should’ve made a pot of coffee because he soon started to feel his eyelids get heavier. Right along with the feeling of heaviness that came with that impending feeling of falling asleep. He refused to give up just yet, though.

Which is likely why his head finally made contact with the book as he was out like a light.

II. Lunch Break

He forgot his lunch. Somewhere in the rush to get his shit together that morning, he left the apartment without his food. Which meant he had to make a run out to scrounge up something to eat. Something he just hated to do. It meant less healthy choices and more exercise later to make up for it. Not that he was against exercise. Just workin’ in a damn hospital also made it harder to keep a normal schedule as it was.

So there he was, standin’ on a sidewalk tryin’ to decide where he should go to find the lesser evil of fast food. Nothin’ seemed all that promisin’ however.

III. Wildcard! Start what you want with him.

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[legendary_hands]

The doctor hissed and lowered his head a little more as Jim pulled away from him. A feeling of loss rippled along his spine making him shiver softly. Closing his eyes, he focused on catching his breath. He honestly meant to push away from the table, but when he felt Jim helping him clean off, he stayed still until he was done. He likely could use more work. Possibly a shower would be best, but it would be enough to get them home.

So, he straightened up and started to put his clothes mostly back in order. Though, he negated the effort to tuck his shirt in and put a priority on cleaning up the mess they made. All of which he did none too quickly, not when he still felt like a mound of jello.

The books and research were next, filed away neatly in his briefcase before he finally leaned on the back of a chair and looked at Jim, his eyes hotly sliding over him before finding his eyes again. For a moment he wasn't so certain walking would be quite possible, not when he felt so loose and likely would feel sore as well once he got going. But he loved that feeling. The soft ache that ran through his muscles and the still simmering and sensitized nerves were more than enough to remind him just how much he appreciated Jim's efforts.

Without a word, he smirked just a little and offered his bag to Jim to carry it. "Unless you plan to help me walk home, I'd appreciate you carryin' it for me."

[winscenario]

They both likely could use a shower right now, yes, but in their current situation, that wasn't a luxury they could afford. He cleaned them both up the best he could manage, and honestly they should just be glad it was enough for them to walk out in public without drawing unwanted attention to them, and that they'd managed not to stain any of their clothes. Well, the lab coat was a goner, but anyway.

While Bones put away his things, Jim cleaned up any stains and bits of cum off the table. It was a likewise poor job, but he figured someone from the cleaning crew would be by eventually and clean it up properly. Not like he was busying himself with looking for cleaning supplies right now of all times, so.

Finally turning back to Bones, he smiled a little as the doctor handed him the bag. "Well, I can always carry you, if you feel your knees giving out," he teased, winking at Bones as he leaned in to kiss him briefly, then caught his hand and tugged him along towards the door.

[legendary_hands]

The doctor noted Jim's cleaning of the room, and the lack of real cleaning products which made him frown just a little. But that was the health conscious part of him... and they had neither the time nor luxury to worry about that right now. It was a hospital. They would clean this room pretty soon from top to bottom as per regulations, so Leonard let it go easily and focused more on his task.

No point nitpickin' anyhow.

Smiling softly at Jim, the doctor started to reach for his wrist to pull him close, only, Jim beat him to what he wanted. Smiling a little brighter than normal into that kiss, he ducked his head and huffed a soft happy sound before shaking his head. "Well if it comes to it prince charmin', good luck to ya. But I think I'll manage on my own." Letting the other pull him to the door, he took a moment to just look at Jim. Tracing the line of his neck and shoulders and thinking about just how much he's changed in little ways since they first met. And well... he was damn glad he met the man and got the chance to come this far with him.

Thoughts for another time to be sure. For now, he changed the train of thought to just making it back to the apartment. Well, tried. He deserved points for tryin'.