Perfect Timing 13/? FRAO (boysexing)/FRAO for the whole thing
Jim yawned and stretched, enjoying the feeling of not having to tumble out of bed in the pitch black. It wasn't so much that he minded doing it, not really. But it was nice from time to time to enjoy the simple pleasure of not trying to throw his alarm clock against the wall. He blinked a few times, finally giving a sigh and conceding that he was not getting back to sleep. He rubbed his eyes, ran a hand through his hair and then pushed up. Might as well see just how barren his cupboards were.
"About time you woke up." Jim's head whipped towards the door. "I was beginning to get worried that I'd broken you."
"Is that coffee?" Jim pinched the bridge of his nose. "I mean, good morning." The bed dipped next to him and then a mug was waved under his nose. The smell was amazing and Jim grabbed it without hesitation.
"Trust me, Jim, I understand the importance of coffee before anything else." Phil hooked an arm around Jim's waist and Jim leaned into him.
"Mmm, man after my own heart." Jim took a long sip. "Okay, where did you get this? There's no way this came out of my coffee pot." Jim took another deep drink, the warmth from the coffee spreading through him.
"Oh ye of little faith, I happen to be a maestro of coffee making." Phil grinned as Jim shot him a skeptical look. "Or I went spelunking through your cabinets and found some good stuff shoved in the back."
"Christ, I forgot that stuff was even there. I raided some of Christmas baskets from the station. There's no point in using this stuff there, those heathens won't appreciate it." Jim turned slightly, brushing a kiss to the corner of Phil's mouth. "I didn't expect you to still be here."
"I wasn't planning on sneaking out the door." Phil set his mug on the floor next to the bed, then ran a hand down Jim's chest. "Unless that's what you wanted?"
The hesitation was slight but Jim heard it loud and clear. "No, God, no, not at all. I figured you'd need to get back to your place or the hospital or something. I mean, it's got to be late." He squinted at the clock, trying to pick out the time.
"Believe it or not, most people don't consider seven in the morning to be late. Especially not on a Sunday." Phil kissed Jim lightly. "I'm not on call until noon, I've got some time."
"Good." Jim set his own mug down, then pulled Phil into his arms, laying them both back down on the bed. "I'm glad you're here then. And not just for the coffee."
"Oh, not just?" Phil rested against Jim's chest.
Jim waggled a hand back and forth. "It might be even." That got him the laugh he wanted and he grinned. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this happy. "You're on call today?"
"Yeah, technically I'm supposed to be off all week but Rodriguez is off presenting a paper in Madrid so we're down a surgeon. It's not so bad and I'm absolutely going to use this as leverage to get her to cover Thanksgiving. Just once I'd like to make it through my own turkey dinner without rushing out to try to sew back on someone's hand." Phil looked up at Jim, a grin tugging the corners of his mouth. "You'd be amazed how many people can't use a carving knife."
"You'd be stunned how many people can't get through Thanksgiving dinner without using the carving knife to stab a fellow family member. I knew that I wasn't a rookie any more the first time I was at a crime scene like that and my first thought was damn too bad the blood's all over the pecan pie because that looks amazing." Phil laughed into his neck. "Seriously! It was a damn waste!"
"It sounds like it. I knew I wasn't a wet behind the ears intern any more when I realized I was eating a sandwich while looking through some pictures of a patient with flesh eating bacteria." Phil kissed the side of Jim's neck. "Pity to be so jaded."
"Eh, it gets us through." Jim smoothed his palm down Phil's back. "Why did you choose trauma over anything else?"
"See, I knew you weren't listening last night. Too busy thinking about how get in my pants." Phil attempted to sound put upon but the happy squirm he gave when Jim cupped his ass contradicted that.
"No, last night you told me about how you got lured to Gotham and about setting up the trauma center and how you wanted to drown the review board. For future reference, it's really not a good idea to reveal your plans for pre-meditated murder to a police officer." Jim shook his head. "I'd hate to have to be a material witness."
"Hey, it's not like they would have found the bodies." Phil smirked. "There are advantages to having access to medical waste disposal facilities."
"Oh, that's a lovely thought." Jim nudged Phil. "Seriously, why trauma, it sounds like you could have done anything."
"I don't suppose you'll believe I'm an adrenaline junkie?" Phil looked up at him, eyes wide.
"Actually, I totally believe that. But I also think that's not the reason why. C'mon, Dr. Seymour, why?" Jim pushed some hair out of Phil's eyes. "I'd like to know."
Phil pushed up, looking down at Jim, his gaze intense. "You really do, don't you?"
"Yeah." Jim skimmed fingertips along his cheekbone. "I want to know all about you."
Phil turned his head, kissing the inside of Jim's wrist. "I wanted to make a difference. To save people. Have you heard of the Golden Hour?" Jim shook his head. "Ah. Well, the theory behind it is that if someone is severely injured gets immediate medical care, the chances of survival and recovery are dramatically increased. That's the whole point of the trauma center and the helicopters and all that. If we can get people into a facility with the best equipment and the best medical personnel as fast as we can, then we can save people who wouldn't be saved otherwise." Phil shrugged. "I wanted to save people. This is the best way to do it." He looked at Jim again, a slight smile on his lips. "I think you understand the whole messiah complex."
That made Jim laugh softly. "I've never heard it put like that before. But, I do get wanting to save people." Jim pulled Phil back down, rolling them onto their sides. "You know, I became a cop because I needed money for college and it seemed like the best option. I never meant for it to become my life."
"Really? Because you sure seem to be the Platonic ideal of a cop. Dedicated, brave, self-sacrificing, modest." Jim buried his face in Phil's neck, cheeks flaming. "Oh ho, someone can't take compliments, can they? How about hot, sexy, stunning?" Phil kissed him hard. "Sexy as fuck."
"You said sexy." Jim muttered into Phil's mouth. "Losing your train of thought, doc?"
"You have that effect on me." Phil pushed Jim onto his back. "You know, we never did get around to round two last night."
"No. We didn't." Jim ran his hands up Phil's chest. "You have something in mind?"
Phil leaned down then whispered in his ear, "I've wanted to fuck you blind ever since I saw you on television. Do you know how difficult it is to explain why the news gives you a hard on?"
Jim gasped, arching up into Phil's touch. "Fuck."
"That's a yes, right? Because you have no idea, Jim, no idea how much I want you." Phil devoured his mouth and Jim let him. It was freeing to give up control, to give in to someone else's desire. To not worry about anything but pleasing his lover. He finally wrenched his mouth free, gasping out "Top drawer and so help me those condoms better not be expired."
Phil dove for the drawer. "Not exactly been hitting the club then?"
"Not exactly." Jim bent over Phil, licking his way up his spine. "How about you, doc?"
"Jesus fuck it's hot when you call me that." Phil groaned. Jim grinned and bit down on his shoulder. "Fuck. No. No, I haven't been with anyone in months and if you keep that up round two is going to be over before it starts."
"Mmmm." Jim gave another nip to Phil's shoulder, then pulled back. "We wouldn't want that."
"Hell, no, we wouldn't." Phil grabbed the box of condoms, rooting around for a moment before finding the lube. "Check the date."
Jim grabbed the box. "Oh thank you God, we're good."
"Yeah we are." Phil settled between Jim's legs. "Want me to go slow? Since it's been awhile and all." He flipped open the lube, coating his fingers and Jim moaned at the sight.
"Not too slow." He lifted his hips. "I won't break."
"Good to know." Phil slowly began to work a finger into him and Jim's eyes fell closed, his head tipping back. "Now that's a good look on you."
"Mmmm," Jim grabbed onto Phil's shoulder, pulling him down for a quick kiss. "I'll take your word for it."
"Good." Phil licked the shell of his ear. "I could get used to this."
"Me too." Jim lifted his hips higher. "Of course I could get used to other things."
"Pushy, pushy, pushy." Phil slid another finger in, working Jim open slowly. "Maybe I want to go slow. Maybe I want to see you come undone. Maybe I want to make you scream."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem." Jim gasped, fingers digging into the sheets. "And maybe I'm going to lose it before you fuck me, Jesus." Jim reached out, grabbed the box and managed to work a condom free. He ripped it open then grinned. "I'll do the favors."
"Be my guest." Phil's voice sounded a bit strangled. "Now would be good."
"Yeah." Jim slowly rolled the condom down Phil's erection, fingers sliding down to stroke over his balls. That got him a muffled groan and Jim smirked. "I'm ready when you are."
"Good." Phil lifted Jim's legs, looping them over his shoulders before sliding in slowly. "Fucking hell."
Jim nodded, biting down hard on his lower lip. "That's. Fuck. That." Phil groaned something, maybe his name, maybe a curse, Jim couldn't tell. He slid out then back in and Jim tasted blood as bit through his lip to keep from screaming. "Jesus. Harder."
"You've got it." Phil thrust into him faster and Jim let out a deep moan. He got lost in the feel of Phil moving in him and the sound of Phil's body against his. He reached down, stroking his own erection in time to the thrusts. It was good, so damn good and fuck it was always too long between times he did this. His back arched up when he came, a scream pulled from him almost against his will. He couldn't have stopped it though, even if he tried. It was too good, too strong. Jim opened his eyes just in time to see Phil's head tip back. Seeing him like this was even better than the night before.
"Jim." Phil's voice was hoarse as he collapsed onto Jim. Jim wrapped his arms around him, breathing hard. He nosed through Phil's hair, trying to slow down his heart rate.
"That went well." Jim kissed Phil's forehead.
"I'd say yes." Phil pushed up onto his elbows. "I think we can get better with practice though." He pulled out slowly. "Trash can?"
Jim nodded to the corner, wiping his chest off with the sheet while Phil disposed of the condom. "I think we need to shower."
"Yeah." Phil sprawled on his back on the bed. "We do. I also think I need way more coffee. And food. Food would be good."
Jim's stomach rumbled at that and he poked Phil in the side with his foot. "You had to mention food, didn't you?"
"Well I could say something about eating in and best sources of protein but I'm above such petty comments." Phil laughed when the pillow hit him in the face. "What! I didn't say it!"
"Sure you didn't." Jim pushed off the bed, holding out a hand to Phil. "C'mon, doc, let's get you cleaned up so we can go eat."
"Sounds like a plan to me." Phil took Jim's hand, letting Jim pull him up. "I want waffles. And bacon. And sausage. And more bacon."
"That sounds nutritious." Jim pulled Phil into the bathroom, turning on the hot water. "The one great thing about this place? Huge hot water heaters."
"Nice. And we're going to need our strength." Phil palmed Jim's ass. "I've only got about three more hours until I should go and that's not nearly enough time for what I plan on doing to you."