Dirty Mother (pg-13)
For the prompt of 'Dirty Mother' at the Flash Fic Challenge at jim_and_bones
The Georgia air had sweat trickling down his cheeks and back. Every bit of him was on fire in the summer evening but it was more because of the man draped over him on the patio swing than the humidity. 'Damn Bones for being used to hell,' Jim thought to himself as he angled himself for a kiss. But instead of meeting his lips, Leonard did the unexpected and slowly trailed his tongue up Jim's cheek to his hairline, catching as much salty liquid as he could.
"Damn Bones," Jim breathed, his voice low.
"Hot Jim?" Leonard asked, moving to look at his lover, his eyebrows wiggling with humor. Jim shifted on the swing in response, pressing his erection into Bones' thigh.
"Ya think?" Jim leered and before Bones could say anything else, kissed him. He could taste his own sweat on Bones' lips.
The two men kissed for several moments, oblivious to the setting sun or the car that pulled into the drive. Jim had managed to get his legs wrapped around Bones' waist, and was about to pull the other man's shirt off when they heard an amused, "Hmm, hmm."
Leonard sat up with a jolt, balancing his weight on Jim's legs. He pulled at his shirt to make sure he was completely covered. "Mama…" He said quietly, unable to meet his mother's gaze.
Unlike his partner, Jim turned his head and grinned brightly at the older woman. "Evening Mama McCoy." By the slight blush and smile Jim could see gracing her features, he figured she'd been watching them for more than a quick moment.
Mrs. McCoy jerked her head toward the front door. "Why don't you two head inside and I'll start dinner."
Jim was ready to stay on the swing and enjoy the rapidly cooling air but Leonard was already standing and heading inside with a, "Yes Mama…" Jim rolled his eyes Bones' reaction to his mother catching them. Winona wouldn't have batted an eyelash let alone interrupt them. Shrugging Jim sat up and stretched. Then before the front door banged shut, he jumped up and caught up with the mood killer. Wrapping an arm around the woman's waist he asked, "So what's for dinner Mama McCoy?"
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Dinner had been quiet and awkward, well for Leonard at least. Jim and Mrs. McCoy had chatted and laughed through the whole meal while Leonard had barely been able to look up from his plate. So it hadn't been hard for Jim to convince the older man to go out for a drink. It was easy to tell that Bones' need to get out of the house and away from the woman who birthed him.
Walking up to the bar, the young woman behind it pointed at a sign on the far wall. Apparently shots were the way to go that evening and Jim grinned. He liked sipping and enjoying his drinks, but a couple shots would get Bones' to loosen up. "I'll have tequila from the well and he'll have," Jim winked at Bones, "a dirty mother."
Jim wasn't really surprised when Bones' slapped him on the back of the head. "You're an asshole Jim," Leonard told him, no amusement on his face.
"Awe come on Bones," he started, rubbing his head gently, "You're mom was totally checking me out." Leonard just glared at the younger man.
The bar tender paying them no heed, placed the shots in front of them. Jim reached for his tequila but Bones' swatted his hand away and took the shot for himself. Jim tried again for the other shot but was again denied.
"You're cut off tonight for being disgusting."
Jim pouted, "You still love me right?" his lower lip protruding slightly.
"Yes, you child; you're lucky I do."
"Yeah," Jim said with a smile, "I am."
The Georgia air had sweat trickling down his cheeks and back. Every bit of him was on fire in the summer evening but it was more because of the man draped over him on the patio swing than the humidity. 'Damn Bones for being used to hell,' Jim thought to himself as he angled himself for a kiss. But instead of meeting his lips, Leonard did the unexpected and slowly trailed his tongue up Jim's cheek to his hairline, catching as much salty liquid as he could.
"Damn Bones," Jim breathed, his voice low.
"Hot Jim?" Leonard asked, moving to look at his lover, his eyebrows wiggling with humor. Jim shifted on the swing in response, pressing his erection into Bones' thigh.
"Ya think?" Jim leered and before Bones could say anything else, kissed him. He could taste his own sweat on Bones' lips.
The two men kissed for several moments, oblivious to the setting sun or the car that pulled into the drive. Jim had managed to get his legs wrapped around Bones' waist, and was about to pull the other man's shirt off when they heard an amused, "Hmm, hmm."
Leonard sat up with a jolt, balancing his weight on Jim's legs. He pulled at his shirt to make sure he was completely covered. "Mama…" He said quietly, unable to meet his mother's gaze.
Unlike his partner, Jim turned his head and grinned brightly at the older woman. "Evening Mama McCoy." By the slight blush and smile Jim could see gracing her features, he figured she'd been watching them for more than a quick moment.
Mrs. McCoy jerked her head toward the front door. "Why don't you two head inside and I'll start dinner."
Jim was ready to stay on the swing and enjoy the rapidly cooling air but Leonard was already standing and heading inside with a, "Yes Mama…" Jim rolled his eyes Bones' reaction to his mother catching them. Winona wouldn't have batted an eyelash let alone interrupt them. Shrugging Jim sat up and stretched. Then before the front door banged shut, he jumped up and caught up with the mood killer. Wrapping an arm around the woman's waist he asked, "So what's for dinner Mama McCoy?"
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Dinner had been quiet and awkward, well for Leonard at least. Jim and Mrs. McCoy had chatted and laughed through the whole meal while Leonard had barely been able to look up from his plate. So it hadn't been hard for Jim to convince the older man to go out for a drink. It was easy to tell that Bones' need to get out of the house and away from the woman who birthed him.
Walking up to the bar, the young woman behind it pointed at a sign on the far wall. Apparently shots were the way to go that evening and Jim grinned. He liked sipping and enjoying his drinks, but a couple shots would get Bones' to loosen up. "I'll have tequila from the well and he'll have," Jim winked at Bones, "a dirty mother."
Jim wasn't really surprised when Bones' slapped him on the back of the head. "You're an asshole Jim," Leonard told him, no amusement on his face.
"Awe come on Bones," he started, rubbing his head gently, "You're mom was totally checking me out." Leonard just glared at the younger man.
The bar tender paying them no heed, placed the shots in front of them. Jim reached for his tequila but Bones' swatted his hand away and took the shot for himself. Jim tried again for the other shot but was again denied.
"You're cut off tonight for being disgusting."
Jim pouted, "You still love me right?" his lower lip protruding slightly.
"Yes, you child; you're lucky I do."
"Yeah," Jim said with a smile, "I am."