Had a comment porn party at team_jones last weekend, and I've written 3 so far but might go and grab some more of the unfilled ones. :P

Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy

Word Count: 969
Prompt: rimming

Jim decides that never again is he going to complain when it's Bones' turn to pick where they're going for their next break or shore leave. Even if Bones is going to say Georgia one hundred percent of the time. Hell, especially if Bones says Georgia.

There's no way Jim will go back to Iowa. Just talking to his mom or Sam on the comm gives Jim revertigo, regressing to sixteen and being a sullen brat even though he'd graduated in the top of his class at the academy, completed a four year program in three, was involved with saving Earth, and is now the youngest captain in the history of Starfleet. He can't even imagine what he may act like if he has to set foot in the old farmhouse again.

Bones, though, is completely different. He has revertigo, sure, but it isn't back to his ugly divorce or the death of his father. Bones is smiling a lot, happy, playful, like a man completely confident with his place in the universe because he is in love.

Jim still swallows a heavy lump in his throat at the thought that anyone could feel that way about him, but that's beside the point. The point, being, that Jim had wanted to go swimming in the ocean, but as he walks through the kitchen in nothing but his swim trunks with a towel draped across his shoulders, Bones grabs him by the wrist and drags Jim to the daybed in the sunroom with the type of smirk that Jim just can't ignore.

Bones tastes like peaches and bourbon as he kisses Jim, lowering him onto the daybed until Jim's sitting with his feet flat on the floor, but then Bones puts a hand on Jim's shoulder, pushing him to lie flat on his back. Bones is leaning against the daybed, one knee braced against the top of it with his hands resting near Jim's shoulders, the two of them only touching at the mouth but Jim's already half-hard with thoughts about what's to come.

Jim feels the mattress shift as Bones lifts up one of his hands, resting it low on Jim's stomach to hook his fingers under the waist of his swim trunks and slowly pull them down, Jim trying to arch into the touch, but Bones is keeping his hand away, and all Jim feels against his cock is the material of his shorts, a whisper of fabric that is nowhere near enough to do more than set his nerves on fire and make him want more.

Bones crouches to the floor, tugging the trunks to Jim's ankles and lifting one foot then the other to get Jim completely naked. He kisses his way up on of Jim's legs while tracing little designs with the tips of his fingers on the other, and when Jim lets out a choked groan at the kiss Bones plants against his inner thigh, Bones pulls away.

"Can you roll over for me, sweetheart?" Bones drawls, his voice honey-coated sin that has Jim nodding dumbly as he obliges. Jim's legs are suspended awkwardly over thin air, and he feels Bones working his way between them, letting Jim rest his legs on his shoulders.

Jim rolls his hips a little, grinding into the mattress and wishing for heated flesh instead of cool cotton, whimpering with need. "Bones?"

He can feel Bones massaging his ass, those strong fingers smoothing up and down the muscle. "What do you need, Jim?"

Bones' rubbing is rocking Jim's hips, thrusting him against the bed, the friction on his trapped cock arching Jim's back, his heart racing and his breathing uneven as he weighs his responses. "You," he replies eventually, because he doesn't care so much how Bones gets him off, just that it happens. He barely notices that the massaging has become Bones' hands spreading him open until Bones' response ghosts air across his asshole, making him shudder.

"Whatever you say, darling."

Jim's back does bow when he feels Bones' tongue start to lave at his entrance, licking teasing circles around and around while Jim curses, moans, fists his hands into the sheets for something to hold onto so he doesn't buck his hips back to hard into Bones' face. "Oh my God, Bones, fuck." Jim gasps when Bones finally pushes his tongue inside of Jim, fucking him with his mouth, Bones' tongue deliciously wet and hot as it works its way in and out of Jim.

Bones pulls back long enough to say, "You taste so good, Jim, you have no idea," with a deep groan before placing an oddly chaste kiss on Jim's asshole. Jim doesn't have half a brain to respond, and Bones doesn't seem to be expecting one as he starts lapping in and around Jim's entrance again, but this time he's fucking humming and it feels like it's sending tremors straight to Jim's cock, making him rock into the daybed like a teenager trying to get off from something other than his hand.

Bones doesn't try to hold him still, just lets Jim ride his face as he keeps licking and sucking and it isn't much longer until Jim's coming with a hoarse shout that he nearly chokes on.

He had possibly blacked out as the next thing Jim registers is that he's lying on his back with Bones hovering close, a hand on the side of Jim's face as he repeats his name over and over. "I think I can feel my brain oozing out of my ears," Jim says with what he's sure is a sex-stupid grin.

"So you liked it?"

"That would be an understatement." Jim rolls onto his side, reaching out to cup Bones' cock as it strains against the zipper of his jeans. "Let me show you how much."

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Word Count: 473
Prompt: hair pulling

The back of Jim's head slams into the wall when Bones pulls Jim's cock out of his pants, licking a hot stripe along the length before sucking the head into his mouth with an obscene slurp. Jim wants to buckle his knees, to slide down to the floor as Bones' head bobs on his cock, cheeks hollowing as he alternates a dizzying suction with calculated strokes with his tongue, but Bones' hands are on Jim's hips, pressing him into the wall so Jim can't move, can only stand and take it and try not to feel too embarrassed about how Bones is working to get Jim to come quickly.

Jim looks down, watching his cock slide between Bones' full lips, all stretched out around him, and when Bones looks up, staring straight at Jim with a playful and wicked glint in his eyes as he reaches between his legs and starts to jerk himself off, groaning from his own hand and, Jim's sure, the way Jim's face looks all flushed with his pupils wide and mouth hanging open as he struggles to breathe. The vibrations travel from Bones' throat to Jim's cock and he's keening at the sensation, unable to keep his hands on Bones' shoulders any longer as he fists his fingers into Bones' hair, tugging and twirling and gripping tighter as Bones works over him faster and faster.

Bones groans against Jim's cock again, intentionally this time, and Jim's muscles spasm, causing him to yank at Bones' head, pulling his hair roughly, and Jim's about to apologize but he feels another low moan go straight to his balls before he notices that Bones is coming into his hand, a sight that pushes Jim over the edge, triggering his orgasm that Bones relaxes his throat to take.

Feeling Bones' hands ease up on his hips, Jim collapses to the floor, panting, storing away in his brain that Bones really likes having his hair pulled. "Not that I'm complaining," Jim pants, feeling like his muscles have liquefied. "But what brought that on?"

"You keep flirting with your yeoman." With the way Bones' mouth and hair look, Jim's glad that they went to their quarters instead of his ready room when Bones had visited the bridge, asking if they could talk, as there's no way they'd be able to pretend nothing happened.

"Do you want me to stop?" Jim asks lowly with a slow smile spreading across his face, running a finger along Bones' jawline.

Bones gives a cocky half-smirk in return. "I want you to know that every time I see you doing it, you're forcing me to remind you who you belong to."

"I think I can live with that," Jim says before he crushes their mouths together, forcing his tongue between Bones' lips to lick his taste out of Bones' mouth.

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Word Count: 823
Prompt: sick/comfort

It just figures, Leonard thinks, that it's the first time he's set foot on Earth in years, and he's laid up with the goddamn flu. He's stuck in bed alternating too hot with the blankets but too cold without them and no better options than fluids, rest, and more fluids.

Leonard groans in relief at the cool, wet washcloth being pressed to his forehead, feeling Jim's fingers tracing the side of his face, the bed dipping as Jim sits beside him. "I don't like it when I'm not the one getting you all flushed and sweaty."

"I'm not having a hell of a lot of fun right now, either," Leonard replies, cracking one eye open and then the other when the daylight doesn't prove too offensive. Jim looks tan already, and Leonard knows it's been three days, the majority of which he's spent sleeping. "This isn't exactly what I had in mind for shore leave."

Jim leans down, pressing a kiss to Leonard's temple. "It's a good thing we're stuck here for three months then, Bones; who knew upgrades, maintenance, and refitting would take so long?" Leonard can feel the sly smile against his skin. "Now let me take care of you for a change."

They're kissing languidly, Leonard savoring how cool Jim's lips feel against his own, refreshing to Leonard's overheated skin, before better judgment takes over and has Leonard turning his head away. "Don't need you getting sick, too, Jim."

Jim isn't the slightest bit swayed, though, the look on his face like Leonard had dared him, like he was thinking I've fought Romulans and Klingons and alien clouds; I think I can handle a virus, Bones. Jim pulls the blankets down so he can slip under them, pressing up tight to Leonard, who can't help but put an arm around Jim's waist. "I was doing some reading," he starts.

"Sounds dangerous," is Leonard's reply, to which Jim grins cheekily.

"You must be feeling at least a little better if you have the energy to snark."

"Doesn't mean I have the energy for sex."

But Jim still looks determined. "I said I'd take care of you." He runs a hand down Leonard's chest, playing over his stomach before slipping a hand up Leonard's T-shirt. "I found this old study that talked about how a strong immune system is measured by how much immunoglobulin A is found in your saliva."

"This is the least impressive pillow talk ever," Leonard grumps, but he has to admit that Jim's teasing caresses are distracting him from the tightness in his sinus cavities, and between Jim's hand slipping down Leonard's sweatpants to rub circles on his hip down to his inner thigh and the way Jim is licking and sucking at that spot just below Leonard's ear, he's half-hard by the time Jim wraps his hand around Leonard's cock, tugging lazily to bring him to full hardness.

"People who had regular sex," Jim continues, "had IgA levels that were thirty percent higher than people who had none."

Leonard can't help but groan as Jim starts to stroke him a little harder, a little faster. The flu may have made his thoughts feel muddled but his senses were hyper-sensitive, obviously including touch. "Jim," he gasps, and Jim starts twisting his wrist, his thumb simultaneously playing at the head of Leonard's cock, and when Jim starts to kiss him again, tongue moving against Leonard's in perfect synchronicity with his hand on Leonard's cock, Leonard can't help but come hard with a grunt in his pants on Jim's hand.

He barely registers Jim taking the washcloth off his forehead to wipe them off, Leonard's eyes feeling droopy and he's so fucking tired of being exhausted all the time. Jim's running his fingers through Leonard's hair, stroking his scalp soothingly. "It's okay, Bones, you rest now."

Leonard wakes up two hours later with a painful tightness in his chest and can't help but allow a small smile when he sees it's from Jim who had fallen asleep using Leonard as a pillow, a PADD still in his hand, displaying the novel Jim had been reading before he fell asleep. Leonard shifts Jim a little so his head's on Leonard's shoulder, and he finds Jim's hand with his own, twining their fingers together.

Maybe the first few days of shore leave haven't been so bad after all.

Three days later, Jim's in bed with a box of tissues and a cough that sounds like he's trying his best to hack up his lungs and then the rest of his internal organs while he's at it. Leonard brings him soup and juice, resting both on the bedside table as he helps Jim sit up, pressing his lips against Jim's forehead to check Jim's temperature, and Jim practically sighs into him.

"I warned you," Leonard says, because he had.

Jim's voice sounds strange, he's so congested. "It was totally worth it," he replies.