I would like to read a story in which Jim is 16-ish years old and runs away from home. He ends up in Georgia (how is up to you) with nowhere to say, and somehow manages to get Leonard to let him stay with him. Bones doesn't know where he came from, but he doesn't have the heart to send him back.
Bonus points if you can justify sexytimes without making Jim jail-bait...perhaps make Bones an emancipated minor?
Fill: Escaping Reality 1/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:05:24 UTC
AU - kind of, since Jim is 17 and McCoy is just about to go into his second year in college (early HS grad, of course, as Jim was) while in the movie, Bones is around 29-32 vs. Jim’s 23-25
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Fill: Escaping Reality 2/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:08:54 UTC
He was woken by a shaft of early morning sunlight, and he stretched, wincing as every muscle he had protested the movement, along with quite a few bones. The ticket counter wasn’t open, but a quick check of the time showed that he only had about 20 minutes to wait, so he sat back down, pulling out a nutrient bar and munching silently, calculating where the first shuttle of the day would go. The shuttles here only went 3 places: San Francisco, Toronto, and Atlanta. San Fran wouldn’t be a good idea, since that one cost more for civilians and was heavily populated by cadets and officers on their way back to Command. And Toronto was too cold, but he’d take it if he had to
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Fill: Escaping Reality 3/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:12:42 UTC
“What are you talkin’ about, Len?” he asked, easily mimicking the man’s heavy Georgia drawl. Len wasn’t much older than him, actually, which was interesting, but he acted so old that Jim couldn’t help ribbing him every once in awhile. Especially when Len was being extra perceptive
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Fill: Escaping Reality 4/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:24:26 UTC
“Don’t have one. I’m one of those kids who gets the allotments, so I don’t have to worry about sharing a place. It’s got two bedrooms, in case my sister decides to visit, so you’d have your own space.” Jim smirked inwardly; this was better than he’d hoped for. He’d expected a couch in a cramped apartment, not his own room
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Fill: Escaping Reality 5/?
anonymous
October 5 2010, 15:56:40 UTC
“Then go into that cabinet and pull down plates. Food’s almost done.” Jim did as asked, and set the plates out on the counter before searching for the flatware. He was hungry, but that was more because he was going through another growth spurt than anything. He was glad he wasn’t allergic to anything in the food, or else he’d have to go hungry again, but when he finally got everything set up, Len was putting the casserole dish on the counter and plating the food
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Fill: Escaping Reality 6/?
anonymous
October 6 2010, 15:32:46 UTC
He avoided Len’s searching gaze and retreated into the second bedroom (!HIS! bedroom!) and curled up, trying to ignore the fact that he had just had a flashback while asleep and now Len was suspicious. He finally fell asleep around dawn, and woke an hour later
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Fill: Escaping Reality 8/? (definitely NSFW)bandearg_roisOctober 7 2010, 00:40:37 UTC
“Len… Len… Len…” he heard as if he was far away from the speaker, but soon realized that it was him making those noises, saying Len’s name like it was a mantra. Len made an appreciative noise in the back of his throat and continued his ministrations. Jim suddenly found himself with his legs over Len’s shoulders, and Len lapping delicately at the skin between his balls and ass, pressing experimentally. He arched up as the sensations overwhelmed him, and Len hadn’t even touched his cock yet.
He yelped in surprise when that tongue pressed firmly against his ass, licking with broad strokes. His vision was going fuzzy, and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He was panting now, hands scrabbling at the satin sheets (a part of his mind made a note to tease Len for satin sheets once he got control back) as the sensations became overwhelming. Len’s fingers were in him now, the soft burn driving him insane.
“Len, please… pleasepleasepleaseplease!” he whined, cock twitching. He wanted Len in him now! and he needed it like he needed air. He
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Bonus points if you can justify sexytimes without making Jim jail-bait...perhaps make Bones an emancipated minor?
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He yelped in surprise when that tongue pressed firmly against his ass, licking with broad strokes. His vision was going fuzzy, and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. He was panting now, hands scrabbling at the satin sheets (a part of his mind made a note to tease Len for satin sheets once he got control back) as the sensations became overwhelming. Len’s fingers were in him now, the soft burn driving him insane.
“Len, please… pleasepleasepleaseplease!” he whined, cock twitching. He wanted Len in him now! and he needed it like he needed air. He ( ... )
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