DEA Comment-Fics
I just realized, that I don't have a main post for these, and most of them aren't long enough for their own posts. So I'm going to repost them all in here.
Taking Hostages
Pairing: Pre-slash Jim/Len
Rating: G
Word Count: 328
Summary: They meet at a party. This can't be that easy, can it?
Len didn't know why he was here. He was a doctor, not a partier, but Nyota had asked him to come, so here he was. Unfortunately, Nyota's parties usually were filled with people that he didn't know and didn't care about, so he found himself sitting out on the front porch, wanting desperately to pull the tie from around his neck.
His internal bitching was interrupted by bright laughter from the curb, and he looked to see a blond man with a camera taking random pictures of the front of the house, and he had to hide his face in self-preservation. When the man reached the door, Nyota's boyfriend Spock was waiting, giving him a nod.
"Jim," Spock said, and somehow Len thought that was the same as a tight hug from the half-Russian man.
"Spock! How's Uhura?"
"She is well." Len must have made a noise or something, because Spock waved him over. "This is Leonard McCoy, one of Nyota's friends from the hospital."
"Hi, Leonard!" The man's grin was infectious, and Len found himself smiling in return.
"Hi yourself, Jim. Call me Len." Jim was apparently a very tactile person, since he found himself grabbed by the blond and dragged back inside.
"So, are you a doctor?"
"Yes. Orthopedist. What're you drinking?"
"Um, I'll have a Coke."
"She only has Coke Zero," Len warned, and when Jim just waved a hand, he grabbed a can and handed it to him. "So what do you do?"
"I actually work at the Police Department, in Accounting."
"Sounds... Exciting."
"Yeah, sure. Hey, you wanna get outta here? Get some coffee or something?"
"You've been here less than 5 minutes!"
"And we're both bored out of our gourds. let's go do something more fun!"
Len wasn't sure why he wanted to quote Humphrey Bogart from Casablanca, but the thought was there as he followed Jim out of the party, both of them laughing at something neither of them could name.
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Title: And the Moment
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: R
Word Count: 284
Summary: A new energy is in the air, and the party is finally moving on.
Jim had known Len for 2 months now, and they had progressed from drinks once or twice a week in a bar to cooking for each other, and tonight... Well, tonight, Len had come over with a bag, which did strange things to Jim's nether regions. The night progressed as usual, good food and easy conversation, at least until the time came when one of them usually cried off and left with a kiss.
Tonight though, the air was charged from the beginning, and Jim knew Len wasn't leaving.
They went straight from the table into the bedroom, where Len had placed his bag. What followed was a calculated assault to Jim's senses, kisses and licks that lit his nerve endings on fire. By the time Len was preparing him, he couldn't even remember his own name. He didn't even mind Len's insistence on condoms, since the man was a doctor, and neither of their tests had come back yet. It added to the feelings, honestly, a haze falling over everything, and when Len pressed into him, all he felt was cherished, protected, and safe.
Of course, Len kissing his ankles didn't hurt, and rather than rougher lovemaking like he was used to, his orgasm swept over him like a wave, pulling him under and lifting him up at the same time. When he finally floated back into his own body, Len was leaning over him, obviously waiting for him to open his eyes. It was the most intimate moment of his life, and part of him was fit to bursting to say those three words that he'd never said to anyone in his life. Thankfully, he strangled the impulse and kissed Len instead.
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Title: The Most Expensive Way to Take Control
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: G
Word Count: 231
Summary: Fun in their new house. Len is (outwardly) not amused. Jim thinks it's hilarious.
"Jim?" Len asked as he entered the house, hearing a strange noise coming from the laundry room. "Jim?" Alarmed, he dropped his things and ran through to the kitchen, only to see bubbles coming out from under the door of the laundry room. That strange noise was Jim trying to stifle his laughter, apparently, because when he got the door open, Jim was sitting in the middle of the floor, grin almost wider than Len had ever seen it.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, already having a pretty good idea.
"I was trying to do laundry," Jim finally said in between snickers, batting at the rising bubbles around him. "I guess I put too much in."
"I guess," Len said, stepping back now that he knew Jim wasn't dying somewhere in the house. He didn't want the only good, comfortable shoes he had to be ruined by laundry detergent. He heard the squawk that came from Jim as he shut the laundry room door and headed for the stairs, pulling his overshirt off with a grin.
Sure he'd come back down once he wasn't dressed for the hospital, but Jim deserved to sweat, since they'd only been in this place a week and Jim had already messed up part of it. Thankfully it was a part that was pretty easy to fix, else Jim would be sleeping on the couch.
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Title: The World is Blind
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 313
Summary: Miscommunication and overhearing does not a happy couple make.
~Len~
Len stood outside the hotel room door, unsure why he had followed Jim, part of him screaming for him to just walk away, the other part begging him to open the door. He stood, undecided, until a moan from the other side of the door jolted him, and he eased the door open a crack.
What he saw was shocking, Jim rolling around with some red-headed bit of fluff, making noises he'd never made with Len, and he gently shut the door, tears burning in the back of his throat. He left quickly, heading for a bar, unable to process what he'd just seen, the tears finally falling.
~Jim~
As soon as he'd gotten the information from Gaila, he stopped the tape and sat up, reaching for his shirt as she reached for hers.
"Thanks for that," he said, buttoning up as he flipped the blanket away from his pants-clad legs, the same thing happening on the other side.
"You're welcome," she said, and he slipped her some money, to keep up the appearance of them having fucked. Once she left, he sat next to the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest, finally allowing himself to think about what he'd just done. He hadn't had to gather information like this since he'd started to live with Len, and even though he hadn't actually done anything, it felt vaguely wrong somehow, as if he'd cheated on Len for real, and that made him really uncomfortable.
"Shit, gotta get outta here before I'm missed." And with that, he was Jim Kirk again, undercover DEA agent posing as a pretty boy with a thing for hot Irish chicks, straightening his clothes and striding out of the room with his head held high.
He had to tell Len what he really did for a living, and that was that. He couldn't handle the guilt.
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Title: Simply Awful
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: PG
Word Count: 445
Summary: The Aftermath of the Misunderstanding
Len unlocked the front door with a sigh, hoping that Jim wasn't there, but the truck out front has already blown that hope out of the water. He threw his keys into the bowl with a satisfying protestation of metal on glass and tossed his bag onto the couch before steeling himself and stepping outside, onto the back porch.
"Hey, babe!" Jim said, looking up at him the same way he always did, and Len seriously contemplated turning around, packing some clothes, and heading over to 'Karu's house. At least there he wouldn't be faced with Jim's indifference. But he shook himself mentally and put on his best glare.
"Don't you dare."
"What?" Jim was still acting like nothing had happened, like he hadn't been caught in bed with some piece of fluff with more curls than brains.
"You don't get to act like everythin' is jus' fine, asshole!" he groused, accent slipping as his anger rose. He'd had all night and all day to think about this, and nothing he'd come up with could excuse this.
"What are you talking about?!" Jim asked, and he could see the answering burn of anger in those blue eyes, and he welcomed it. They hadn't fought in awhile, and this was a perfect time. Len was spoiling for it, and Jim seemed ready.
"I saw you with her last night, Jim!" he said, the accusation hanging between them like a knife, set to cut either of them at either moment. He rather hoped it was Jim, since the thing had been buried in his heart all this time.
"With who?"
"Don't you fuckin' play innocen' with me, you arrogan' bastard!" he growled, stepping closer. "Sounded like you were really enjoyin' y'self." When Jim's eyes widened in realization, he nodded slowly. "Yeah, asshole. Last night. At the hotel. I hope she makes you happy." The anger left him as suddenly as it had come, and he spun around, stalking back to the house. "Because you sure as hell don' have me no more." He packed that bag and glanced out the back window, looking one last time to see Jim sitting back down, head resting on his folded hands.
It was almost enough to make Len turn back around, go out there and listen to the story, but his resolve hardened and he put his key on the counter before pulling out his cell.
"Hey, Pav. Is 'Karu there? I needed to ask you guys if I could crash there. Yeah, I'll explain when I get there." He pulled the door shut behind him, never seeing the badge and gun that were sitting out on the coffee table.
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Title: Cloud in my Heart
Pairing: Jim/Len background Sulu/Chekov
Rating: PG
Word Count: 527
Summary: The Truth Will Out.
Len was out in the backyard at 'Karu's, playing his guitar, when the slam of a car door and voices coming to the front caught his attention. It had been months since he'd heard one of those voices, but there it was, and he wouldn't be able to escape this time. So he stayed in the back, praying that Jim wouldn't come back there, that he could have just a little more time.
When Pasha came back and sat down next to him, he shook his head to stall any questions. However, Pasha seemed to be in a sharing mood, so he sighed and settled in to listen.
"He's inside," was the first thing said, something he knew, so he waved him on. "He has an explanation for you. And proof."
"Proof of what?!" he bit out, trying not to clench his hands into fists.
"That he was faithful to you. I would talk to him, it makes sense."
"When have I ever done what makes sense?" Len asked, even as he put the guitar off to the side and stood. "Okay. Let's see what he has to say for himself." Pasha ghosted away around the side of the house, which was something he found odd but he was more focused on seeing what in the Hell Jim was going to say for himself.
He paused at the glass door, and just watched Jim, who had looked up at his footsteps. He looked good, Len had to say, the shirt bringing out his eyes, and he looked almost at home among 'Karu's ultra-modern furniture. His eyes finally skipped past Jim to the table, and the gun and badge laying there.
"You didn't see those last time," Jim said quietly, and Len walked further into the room, eyes glued on those two things. When he took a seat opposite Jim, the blonde reached for the badge and passed it to him.
'James T. Kirk' was on the badge, and the DEA logo was stamped next to it. He looked up at Jim, who looked guarded.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to, but you followed me to the meet. And then you left."
"What took you so long?" It was then that he really took in Jim's appearance, the hair, the cost of the shirt, the jacket thrown over the couch.
"Just got out of deep cover. The info I got from that girl made it necessary for me to go under. I wanted to go after you, I did!"
"Is that why you were going to tell me?"
"Yeah. I hadn't had any undercovers since before I met you, but you deserved to know. I'm sorry, Len. But I can tell you that I didn't fuck that girl. We both had pants on under the covers, and that was a tape playing. So I'm... I'm sorry." Now Jim looked more normal to him, the vulnerability under all that cool, and his fingers itched.
"You gonna make it up to me?" he finally asked, smile playing around his lips, and he saw Jim's eyes light up a little.
"Only for the rest of time," Jim said.
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Title: Easy Like Sunday Morning
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 593
Summary: Desperation is sometimes hot.
"I have to leave in the morning." The words felt like glass shards as they left his throat, but they had to be said.
"So soon?" Those words, said that way, were nearly his undoing, and he'd promised himself he wouldn't cry. "But, Jim, they promised you-"
"I know what they promised, Bones. But when does the government ever come through on a promise?" He was frustrated, and so was Bones, which was never good. The fights sometimes got physical, and he didn't need to have that as his memory of the man he loved, whether said man knew that or not. He sighed. "Look, Bones, I don't want to fight with you. We've only got a few hours and I don't want to waste that."
The tension in Bones' shoulders that had been building steadily drained out immediately, and his eyes turned liquid, the green flecks in the light brown glittering like emeralds. Jim drew him in slowly, the kiss starting slow, a meeting of lips that meant so much more than either of them were saying. The kiss gained heat, both of them trying to keep each other from thinking about what would happen when Jim left.
"Fuck me," Bones gasped suddenly, and Jim was floored. Bones never bottomed, ever. The insistence in his kiss made sure that Jim wasn't able to protest for long, though, and he found himself pulling clothes away from Bones' unresisting body, kissing each bit of skin that was uncovered. It wasn't until Bones was mostly naked that he realized he was still fully clothed.
"Bones, want you so much!" he breathed into the skin over Bones' heart, wishing desperately that he was strong enough, brave enough to say the words that were burning in his throat. A groan answered him, and he pulled his shirt off quickly, kicking his jeans off the side of the bed before returning to Bones, kissing his way down his body.
"Stop teasing me, Jim!" Bones rumbled, pushing the lube into his hand and raising his legs. Him took the hint and slicked up his fingers, prepping him carefully. By the time he deemed him ready, Bones was whining low in his throat, hips bucking fitfully.
"Patience is a virtue, Bones," Jim murmured, carefully slicking himself up.
"I don't give a shit, just fuck me!" Bones rumbled, and he slowly pushed in, groaning at how tight Bones was. "Move, dammit!" Bones rasped when he was all the way in, and he began to thrust shallowly, burying his face in Bones' neck to hide his tears. Because this wasn't just sex. It was a goodbye for both of them, because they both knew that when Jim left in the morning, there was a big chance that he wouldn't come back. At all.
Finally, he picked up the pace, lifting Bones' hips to change the angle, swallowing his cries as he thrust against his prostate, trying to make this good. They were both crying now, silently, trying to reassure the other in the only way either of them knew. Jim was trying desperately to hold on, to wait for Bones, and he finally wriggled a hand between them and wrapped it around Bones' erection, pulling once, twice, before Bones came with a harsh cry, dragging him over the edge with him.
When they could breathe again, Jim just pulled the blanket up over them, Bones wrapping around him like a limpet, one hand over his bicep like a brand. They fell asleep like that, twined together, and the tears continued to fall.
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Title: This Howling Mouth
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 493
Summary: He's back, he's safe. But it's not finished yet.
Warning: Contains spit-lube
"Oh God!" Jim cried out, and Leonard just laughed, as he rode him harder, the laugh carrying nothing of mirth, a sharp sound that cut through the air like a knife.
"No place for him here, Jim," he said, running his hands up Jim's chest, trying to convince himself that Jim was really here, that this wasn't a dream. One hand rested on Jim's chest, while the other continued up, over his collarbones, pausing to feel the strong pulse at his pale throat, before running up to his mouth, where Jim sucked greedily, another point at which they were connected.
He felt himself tightening, seizing up, and he didn't want to let go, wanted to stay like this, but the pace was inexorable, drawing him closer and closer to that little death that one always came back from, reminding him that Jim almost hadn't, that this was a gift from some higher power, that had chosen to give Jim back.
He clutched that thought to him as he was dragged over the edge, into that place of unending pleasure and light. When he came back into the normal spectrum of living, Jim was still suckling his fingers, licking and wetting them for all he was worth. Leonard still felt close to breaking, and surged over him, pulling his fingers from that mouth and replacing them with his tongue, forcing his way inside, not that it took much work, Jim's head leaning up to make the angle smoother, the feeling that much closer to being drunk.
His fingers traced down Jim's body, careful to keep the liquid on them intact, before tracing his entrance, wanting to be sure that he was there, that he wasn't leaving him. Jim's groan of muted pleasure spurred him on, and soon he had both of his fingers stretching Jim, brushing his prostate with each tiny movement, Jim's sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls around them even as Leonard buried his face in Jim's neck, trying to hide his tears, of mixed relief and pure reaction.
Jim's sounds of pleasure tapered into whimpers as his hips undulated, wanting more, one hand gripping his shaft, and then Leonard realized that he was talking.
"I'm okay. I came back. I'm fine, please, baby, believe me, I'm okay!" Jim was repeating it over and over again, and the pulse thrumming under his lips was another reassurance, the muscles around his fingers yet another. He was drowning in the sight, scent, and feel of Jim, and it would never be enough, could never be enough. They came together this time, bodies synchronized, cries in perfect harmony as the feeling rushed through them, not a blinding light but a comforting caress.
Afterward, Jim wrapped around him, holding him tight, and they fell asleep together, their names falling from each others' lips in sighs of love and contentment. Jim was back, but it would take a lot longer for it all to be okay.
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Title: Savoring Belonging
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: PG
Word Count: 351
Summary: A little Holiday Fluff for the Thanksgiving Season
Jim looked up from one side of the cab as he got out, smiling when Len did the same thing on the other side, happy that they could do this together. Nyota and Spock had moved to the East Coast, and this was the first Thanksgiving they were hosting in New York, something Jim was excited about. Len had to have been, too, because he had insisted on paying, even though Jim had more money.
That might have had something to do with the cluster-fuck that had been his last assignment, but he wasn't looking too deeply. It was enough that Len had even agreed to get on a plane and deal for a few hours instead of insisting on a train or something. Jim couldn't figure out what about Len seemed weird, and then it hit him: Len hadn't been clean-shaven since they met, almost a year before, and here he was with smooth cheeks.
Jim wasn't sure whether he found the fact that Len would only shave for Nyota scary or endearing, so he decided not to look at that one either and just walked around the vehicle and put an arm around Len, who huddled back, obviously freezing even in his parka.
"Why did I let you talk me into this?" Len asked, and Jim tactfully didn't mention the whine that was encroaching on his tone.
"Because I didn't talk you into anything. Nyota invited you to Thanksgiving, and here you are."
"Wouldn't have come if it weren't for you, asshole," Len groused, still a little green half-an-hour after landing and Jim just hugged him a little tighter.
"I love you, too, Len," he said, and then coughed.
"You..." He tried to look busy with something in his bag, because they'd never said anything like that outside of sex, and for him to start it was kind of really scary. "Jim." A mittened hand turned him to face Len, who had a strange look in his eye.
"What?" he finally whispered, and Len kissed him once, slowly.
"I love you, you idiot." Suddenly, it wasn't so cold outside.
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Title: Grateful for the Mess
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: G
Word Count: 126
Summary: Merry Christmas from the boys!
As Jim looked around at the lights and pretty knickknacks he'd had so much fun with Len collecting, he felt something settle into his chest, a warmth and looseness he'd never had before.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Len asked, mouth gentle and warm against his ear. He turned with a smile, looking up that extra little inch, and kissed him gently.
"Nothing, nothing at all." And when the doorbell rang, the sign that the first of their guests had arrived for the Christmas party, he kissed him once more before pulling away to smooth both of them. "Merry Christmas, Len."
"Merry Christmas, Jim." And they both turned to the door together, to their friends and family, both knowing that this was what they had been looking for.
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Taking Hostages
Pairing: Pre-slash Jim/Len
Rating: G
Word Count: 328
Summary: They meet at a party. This can't be that easy, can it?
Len didn't know why he was here. He was a doctor, not a partier, but Nyota had asked him to come, so here he was. Unfortunately, Nyota's parties usually were filled with people that he didn't know and didn't care about, so he found himself sitting out on the front porch, wanting desperately to pull the tie from around his neck.
His internal bitching was interrupted by bright laughter from the curb, and he looked to see a blond man with a camera taking random pictures of the front of the house, and he had to hide his face in self-preservation. When the man reached the door, Nyota's boyfriend Spock was waiting, giving him a nod.
"Jim," Spock said, and somehow Len thought that was the same as a tight hug from the half-Russian man.
"Spock! How's Uhura?"
"She is well." Len must have made a noise or something, because Spock waved him over. "This is Leonard McCoy, one of Nyota's friends from the hospital."
"Hi, Leonard!" The man's grin was infectious, and Len found himself smiling in return.
"Hi yourself, Jim. Call me Len." Jim was apparently a very tactile person, since he found himself grabbed by the blond and dragged back inside.
"So, are you a doctor?"
"Yes. Orthopedist. What're you drinking?"
"Um, I'll have a Coke."
"She only has Coke Zero," Len warned, and when Jim just waved a hand, he grabbed a can and handed it to him. "So what do you do?"
"I actually work at the Police Department, in Accounting."
"Sounds... Exciting."
"Yeah, sure. Hey, you wanna get outta here? Get some coffee or something?"
"You've been here less than 5 minutes!"
"And we're both bored out of our gourds. let's go do something more fun!"
Len wasn't sure why he wanted to quote Humphrey Bogart from Casablanca, but the thought was there as he followed Jim out of the party, both of them laughing at something neither of them could name.
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Title: And the Moment
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: R
Word Count: 284
Summary: A new energy is in the air, and the party is finally moving on.
Jim had known Len for 2 months now, and they had progressed from drinks once or twice a week in a bar to cooking for each other, and tonight... Well, tonight, Len had come over with a bag, which did strange things to Jim's nether regions. The night progressed as usual, good food and easy conversation, at least until the time came when one of them usually cried off and left with a kiss.
Tonight though, the air was charged from the beginning, and Jim knew Len wasn't leaving.
They went straight from the table into the bedroom, where Len had placed his bag. What followed was a calculated assault to Jim's senses, kisses and licks that lit his nerve endings on fire. By the time Len was preparing him, he couldn't even remember his own name. He didn't even mind Len's insistence on condoms, since the man was a doctor, and neither of their tests had come back yet. It added to the feelings, honestly, a haze falling over everything, and when Len pressed into him, all he felt was cherished, protected, and safe.
Of course, Len kissing his ankles didn't hurt, and rather than rougher lovemaking like he was used to, his orgasm swept over him like a wave, pulling him under and lifting him up at the same time. When he finally floated back into his own body, Len was leaning over him, obviously waiting for him to open his eyes. It was the most intimate moment of his life, and part of him was fit to bursting to say those three words that he'd never said to anyone in his life. Thankfully, he strangled the impulse and kissed Len instead.
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Title: The Most Expensive Way to Take Control
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: G
Word Count: 231
Summary: Fun in their new house. Len is (outwardly) not amused. Jim thinks it's hilarious.
"Jim?" Len asked as he entered the house, hearing a strange noise coming from the laundry room. "Jim?" Alarmed, he dropped his things and ran through to the kitchen, only to see bubbles coming out from under the door of the laundry room. That strange noise was Jim trying to stifle his laughter, apparently, because when he got the door open, Jim was sitting in the middle of the floor, grin almost wider than Len had ever seen it.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, already having a pretty good idea.
"I was trying to do laundry," Jim finally said in between snickers, batting at the rising bubbles around him. "I guess I put too much in."
"I guess," Len said, stepping back now that he knew Jim wasn't dying somewhere in the house. He didn't want the only good, comfortable shoes he had to be ruined by laundry detergent. He heard the squawk that came from Jim as he shut the laundry room door and headed for the stairs, pulling his overshirt off with a grin.
Sure he'd come back down once he wasn't dressed for the hospital, but Jim deserved to sweat, since they'd only been in this place a week and Jim had already messed up part of it. Thankfully it was a part that was pretty easy to fix, else Jim would be sleeping on the couch.
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Title: The World is Blind
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 313
Summary: Miscommunication and overhearing does not a happy couple make.
~Len~
Len stood outside the hotel room door, unsure why he had followed Jim, part of him screaming for him to just walk away, the other part begging him to open the door. He stood, undecided, until a moan from the other side of the door jolted him, and he eased the door open a crack.
What he saw was shocking, Jim rolling around with some red-headed bit of fluff, making noises he'd never made with Len, and he gently shut the door, tears burning in the back of his throat. He left quickly, heading for a bar, unable to process what he'd just seen, the tears finally falling.
~Jim~
As soon as he'd gotten the information from Gaila, he stopped the tape and sat up, reaching for his shirt as she reached for hers.
"Thanks for that," he said, buttoning up as he flipped the blanket away from his pants-clad legs, the same thing happening on the other side.
"You're welcome," she said, and he slipped her some money, to keep up the appearance of them having fucked. Once she left, he sat next to the bed, pulling his knees up to his chest, finally allowing himself to think about what he'd just done. He hadn't had to gather information like this since he'd started to live with Len, and even though he hadn't actually done anything, it felt vaguely wrong somehow, as if he'd cheated on Len for real, and that made him really uncomfortable.
"Shit, gotta get outta here before I'm missed." And with that, he was Jim Kirk again, undercover DEA agent posing as a pretty boy with a thing for hot Irish chicks, straightening his clothes and striding out of the room with his head held high.
He had to tell Len what he really did for a living, and that was that. He couldn't handle the guilt.
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Title: Simply Awful
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: PG
Word Count: 445
Summary: The Aftermath of the Misunderstanding
Len unlocked the front door with a sigh, hoping that Jim wasn't there, but the truck out front has already blown that hope out of the water. He threw his keys into the bowl with a satisfying protestation of metal on glass and tossed his bag onto the couch before steeling himself and stepping outside, onto the back porch.
"Hey, babe!" Jim said, looking up at him the same way he always did, and Len seriously contemplated turning around, packing some clothes, and heading over to 'Karu's house. At least there he wouldn't be faced with Jim's indifference. But he shook himself mentally and put on his best glare.
"Don't you dare."
"What?" Jim was still acting like nothing had happened, like he hadn't been caught in bed with some piece of fluff with more curls than brains.
"You don't get to act like everythin' is jus' fine, asshole!" he groused, accent slipping as his anger rose. He'd had all night and all day to think about this, and nothing he'd come up with could excuse this.
"What are you talking about?!" Jim asked, and he could see the answering burn of anger in those blue eyes, and he welcomed it. They hadn't fought in awhile, and this was a perfect time. Len was spoiling for it, and Jim seemed ready.
"I saw you with her last night, Jim!" he said, the accusation hanging between them like a knife, set to cut either of them at either moment. He rather hoped it was Jim, since the thing had been buried in his heart all this time.
"With who?"
"Don't you fuckin' play innocen' with me, you arrogan' bastard!" he growled, stepping closer. "Sounded like you were really enjoyin' y'self." When Jim's eyes widened in realization, he nodded slowly. "Yeah, asshole. Last night. At the hotel. I hope she makes you happy." The anger left him as suddenly as it had come, and he spun around, stalking back to the house. "Because you sure as hell don' have me no more." He packed that bag and glanced out the back window, looking one last time to see Jim sitting back down, head resting on his folded hands.
It was almost enough to make Len turn back around, go out there and listen to the story, but his resolve hardened and he put his key on the counter before pulling out his cell.
"Hey, Pav. Is 'Karu there? I needed to ask you guys if I could crash there. Yeah, I'll explain when I get there." He pulled the door shut behind him, never seeing the badge and gun that were sitting out on the coffee table.
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Title: Cloud in my Heart
Pairing: Jim/Len background Sulu/Chekov
Rating: PG
Word Count: 527
Summary: The Truth Will Out.
Len was out in the backyard at 'Karu's, playing his guitar, when the slam of a car door and voices coming to the front caught his attention. It had been months since he'd heard one of those voices, but there it was, and he wouldn't be able to escape this time. So he stayed in the back, praying that Jim wouldn't come back there, that he could have just a little more time.
When Pasha came back and sat down next to him, he shook his head to stall any questions. However, Pasha seemed to be in a sharing mood, so he sighed and settled in to listen.
"He's inside," was the first thing said, something he knew, so he waved him on. "He has an explanation for you. And proof."
"Proof of what?!" he bit out, trying not to clench his hands into fists.
"That he was faithful to you. I would talk to him, it makes sense."
"When have I ever done what makes sense?" Len asked, even as he put the guitar off to the side and stood. "Okay. Let's see what he has to say for himself." Pasha ghosted away around the side of the house, which was something he found odd but he was more focused on seeing what in the Hell Jim was going to say for himself.
He paused at the glass door, and just watched Jim, who had looked up at his footsteps. He looked good, Len had to say, the shirt bringing out his eyes, and he looked almost at home among 'Karu's ultra-modern furniture. His eyes finally skipped past Jim to the table, and the gun and badge laying there.
"You didn't see those last time," Jim said quietly, and Len walked further into the room, eyes glued on those two things. When he took a seat opposite Jim, the blonde reached for the badge and passed it to him.
'James T. Kirk' was on the badge, and the DEA logo was stamped next to it. He looked up at Jim, who looked guarded.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was going to, but you followed me to the meet. And then you left."
"What took you so long?" It was then that he really took in Jim's appearance, the hair, the cost of the shirt, the jacket thrown over the couch.
"Just got out of deep cover. The info I got from that girl made it necessary for me to go under. I wanted to go after you, I did!"
"Is that why you were going to tell me?"
"Yeah. I hadn't had any undercovers since before I met you, but you deserved to know. I'm sorry, Len. But I can tell you that I didn't fuck that girl. We both had pants on under the covers, and that was a tape playing. So I'm... I'm sorry." Now Jim looked more normal to him, the vulnerability under all that cool, and his fingers itched.
"You gonna make it up to me?" he finally asked, smile playing around his lips, and he saw Jim's eyes light up a little.
"Only for the rest of time," Jim said.
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Title: Easy Like Sunday Morning
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 593
Summary: Desperation is sometimes hot.
"I have to leave in the morning." The words felt like glass shards as they left his throat, but they had to be said.
"So soon?" Those words, said that way, were nearly his undoing, and he'd promised himself he wouldn't cry. "But, Jim, they promised you-"
"I know what they promised, Bones. But when does the government ever come through on a promise?" He was frustrated, and so was Bones, which was never good. The fights sometimes got physical, and he didn't need to have that as his memory of the man he loved, whether said man knew that or not. He sighed. "Look, Bones, I don't want to fight with you. We've only got a few hours and I don't want to waste that."
The tension in Bones' shoulders that had been building steadily drained out immediately, and his eyes turned liquid, the green flecks in the light brown glittering like emeralds. Jim drew him in slowly, the kiss starting slow, a meeting of lips that meant so much more than either of them were saying. The kiss gained heat, both of them trying to keep each other from thinking about what would happen when Jim left.
"Fuck me," Bones gasped suddenly, and Jim was floored. Bones never bottomed, ever. The insistence in his kiss made sure that Jim wasn't able to protest for long, though, and he found himself pulling clothes away from Bones' unresisting body, kissing each bit of skin that was uncovered. It wasn't until Bones was mostly naked that he realized he was still fully clothed.
"Bones, want you so much!" he breathed into the skin over Bones' heart, wishing desperately that he was strong enough, brave enough to say the words that were burning in his throat. A groan answered him, and he pulled his shirt off quickly, kicking his jeans off the side of the bed before returning to Bones, kissing his way down his body.
"Stop teasing me, Jim!" Bones rumbled, pushing the lube into his hand and raising his legs. Him took the hint and slicked up his fingers, prepping him carefully. By the time he deemed him ready, Bones was whining low in his throat, hips bucking fitfully.
"Patience is a virtue, Bones," Jim murmured, carefully slicking himself up.
"I don't give a shit, just fuck me!" Bones rumbled, and he slowly pushed in, groaning at how tight Bones was. "Move, dammit!" Bones rasped when he was all the way in, and he began to thrust shallowly, burying his face in Bones' neck to hide his tears. Because this wasn't just sex. It was a goodbye for both of them, because they both knew that when Jim left in the morning, there was a big chance that he wouldn't come back. At all.
Finally, he picked up the pace, lifting Bones' hips to change the angle, swallowing his cries as he thrust against his prostate, trying to make this good. They were both crying now, silently, trying to reassure the other in the only way either of them knew. Jim was trying desperately to hold on, to wait for Bones, and he finally wriggled a hand between them and wrapped it around Bones' erection, pulling once, twice, before Bones came with a harsh cry, dragging him over the edge with him.
When they could breathe again, Jim just pulled the blanket up over them, Bones wrapping around him like a limpet, one hand over his bicep like a brand. They fell asleep like that, twined together, and the tears continued to fall.
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Title: This Howling Mouth
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 493
Summary: He's back, he's safe. But it's not finished yet.
Warning: Contains spit-lube
"Oh God!" Jim cried out, and Leonard just laughed, as he rode him harder, the laugh carrying nothing of mirth, a sharp sound that cut through the air like a knife.
"No place for him here, Jim," he said, running his hands up Jim's chest, trying to convince himself that Jim was really here, that this wasn't a dream. One hand rested on Jim's chest, while the other continued up, over his collarbones, pausing to feel the strong pulse at his pale throat, before running up to his mouth, where Jim sucked greedily, another point at which they were connected.
He felt himself tightening, seizing up, and he didn't want to let go, wanted to stay like this, but the pace was inexorable, drawing him closer and closer to that little death that one always came back from, reminding him that Jim almost hadn't, that this was a gift from some higher power, that had chosen to give Jim back.
He clutched that thought to him as he was dragged over the edge, into that place of unending pleasure and light. When he came back into the normal spectrum of living, Jim was still suckling his fingers, licking and wetting them for all he was worth. Leonard still felt close to breaking, and surged over him, pulling his fingers from that mouth and replacing them with his tongue, forcing his way inside, not that it took much work, Jim's head leaning up to make the angle smoother, the feeling that much closer to being drunk.
His fingers traced down Jim's body, careful to keep the liquid on them intact, before tracing his entrance, wanting to be sure that he was there, that he wasn't leaving him. Jim's groan of muted pleasure spurred him on, and soon he had both of his fingers stretching Jim, brushing his prostate with each tiny movement, Jim's sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls around them even as Leonard buried his face in Jim's neck, trying to hide his tears, of mixed relief and pure reaction.
Jim's sounds of pleasure tapered into whimpers as his hips undulated, wanting more, one hand gripping his shaft, and then Leonard realized that he was talking.
"I'm okay. I came back. I'm fine, please, baby, believe me, I'm okay!" Jim was repeating it over and over again, and the pulse thrumming under his lips was another reassurance, the muscles around his fingers yet another. He was drowning in the sight, scent, and feel of Jim, and it would never be enough, could never be enough. They came together this time, bodies synchronized, cries in perfect harmony as the feeling rushed through them, not a blinding light but a comforting caress.
Afterward, Jim wrapped around him, holding him tight, and they fell asleep together, their names falling from each others' lips in sighs of love and contentment. Jim was back, but it would take a lot longer for it all to be okay.
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Title: Savoring Belonging
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: PG
Word Count: 351
Summary: A little Holiday Fluff for the Thanksgiving Season
Jim looked up from one side of the cab as he got out, smiling when Len did the same thing on the other side, happy that they could do this together. Nyota and Spock had moved to the East Coast, and this was the first Thanksgiving they were hosting in New York, something Jim was excited about. Len had to have been, too, because he had insisted on paying, even though Jim had more money.
That might have had something to do with the cluster-fuck that had been his last assignment, but he wasn't looking too deeply. It was enough that Len had even agreed to get on a plane and deal for a few hours instead of insisting on a train or something. Jim couldn't figure out what about Len seemed weird, and then it hit him: Len hadn't been clean-shaven since they met, almost a year before, and here he was with smooth cheeks.
Jim wasn't sure whether he found the fact that Len would only shave for Nyota scary or endearing, so he decided not to look at that one either and just walked around the vehicle and put an arm around Len, who huddled back, obviously freezing even in his parka.
"Why did I let you talk me into this?" Len asked, and Jim tactfully didn't mention the whine that was encroaching on his tone.
"Because I didn't talk you into anything. Nyota invited you to Thanksgiving, and here you are."
"Wouldn't have come if it weren't for you, asshole," Len groused, still a little green half-an-hour after landing and Jim just hugged him a little tighter.
"I love you, too, Len," he said, and then coughed.
"You..." He tried to look busy with something in his bag, because they'd never said anything like that outside of sex, and for him to start it was kind of really scary. "Jim." A mittened hand turned him to face Len, who had a strange look in his eye.
"What?" he finally whispered, and Len kissed him once, slowly.
"I love you, you idiot." Suddenly, it wasn't so cold outside.
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Title: Grateful for the Mess
Pairing: Jim/Len
Rating: G
Word Count: 126
Summary: Merry Christmas from the boys!
As Jim looked around at the lights and pretty knickknacks he'd had so much fun with Len collecting, he felt something settle into his chest, a warmth and looseness he'd never had before.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Len asked, mouth gentle and warm against his ear. He turned with a smile, looking up that extra little inch, and kissed him gently.
"Nothing, nothing at all." And when the doorbell rang, the sign that the first of their guests had arrived for the Christmas party, he kissed him once more before pulling away to smooth both of them. "Merry Christmas, Len."
"Merry Christmas, Jim." And they both turned to the door together, to their friends and family, both knowing that this was what they had been looking for.
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