Fic: What Happiness Is
Title: What Happiness Is
Fandom: Star Trek XI/Xena crossover
Pairing: Jim/Cupid!Bones
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 827
Warning: Pretty much PWP
Summary: Jim is mad at Bones. No, really. He is. Most definitely. But he also really wants him. It's all Bones' fault.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
Jim swept angrily into his quarters, whirling around when he didn’t hear the sound of the door closing behind him. Sure enough, there his husband was, leaning against the doorway looking entirely too calm for the fact that he was top of Jim’s ‘shit list’ right now. “What the fuck?!” he exclaimed. “I said I didn’t want to be followed, damn it!”
“Jim,” his husband sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, “we’ve been married for three years now. I know full well when you mean what you say and when you don’t.”
“Why the fuck are you so calm, Bones?!” he shouted.
He should’ve known the smirk on Bones’ face would be his undoing.
Suddenly he collapsed onto the bed, feeling a wave of heat rush through him. He might still be mad at Bones, but damn he was sexy and would it really be so bad to jump him right about now...?
Jim glared over at him, snarling, “Damn it, Bones! Stop!”
Bones outright chuckled, the air around him rippling ever so slightly as Jim’s arousal grew. He moaned, shifting his hips and loving the feel of how his pants and underwear rubbed against his swelling cock as the mattress provided pressure.
Through it all Jim glared up at his husband. “This doesn’t solve anything,” he informed him through panting breaths and little gasps. “I’m still mad at you.” Suddenly he bucked into the mattress with a moan at the increase in friction and pressure. “You’ve got to learn that you can’t solve all our problems by--aah!” He cried out as he tried to still the motion of his hips, only managing to rotate them in a tiny circle while pressed against the mattress.
“I know,” came Bones’ voice, deep and dark and guaranteed to make Jim come in his pants if he didn’t shut up right the fuck now. “But I’ve learned that you’re most willing to listen to reason after getting off, so...” he shrugged and Jim felt a fresh wave of arousal wash through him.
Realizing he had closed his eyes, he opened them again, once more sending Bones what he hoped was an impressive glare. “You realize how not fair this is, right? I should’ve known this would happen when you told me you were Cupid, damn it all, but I thought maybe you’d play fair once in a while.” Also not fair was how he was so aroused he was like a limp ragdoll on the mattress with the exception of his ever-moving hips and his definitely-not-limp cock. He couldn’t even muster the brainpower to reach down and bring himself off quickly and get it over with, not with what Bones was--oh fuck--doing without even laying a finger on him.
Bones walked over, finally allowing the door to shut, and Jim figured if he took a step closer he might be able to summon the strength of mind to get up and beat the shit out of him. “Playing fair’s no fun,” he commented lightly. “You know that; we won’t even get into your little tricks.”
“I don’t have this kind of---oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Jim couldn’t even finish a sentence as the arousal began to ebb, leaving him unbelievably frustrated.
“You told me to stop earlier.”
“Bones,” he glared through panting gasps and breathy moans, “remember that talk about things I say and don’t mean? You referenced it just a few minutes ago.”
“So what do you actually mean?”
“I mean if you don’t let me get off right the fuck now I just might kill you despite the whole immortal thing. I’d find a way.”
Bones laughed and soon Jim could see nothing but stars.
When he finally began to come down he heard his husband talking. “Of course, I could’ve just done that to begin with. But that wouldn’t have been any fun at all; I really enjoyed the image of you helpless and rutting against our mattress even as you were glaring at me.”
Jim tried to muster the energy to give that glare again and Bones got to the point. “Now, will you listen to me this time when I tell you that hypospray was necessary? You’re allergic to half the food on that planet and the brief mentioned a feast as a necessary part of any talk.”
Jim sighed. “If I agree will you get over here and actually touch me? I don’t even care how--just want you here.”
Soon there were arms wrapped around him and hands stroking down his back through his shirt and lips pressed into his hair. “Never gonna withhold this just because you disagree with me, darlin’,” his husband replied, soon stripping Jim’s shirt off so he could caress bare skin.
Jim sighed his thanks, cuddling against Bones’ side, completely content. He had never been more thankful that he was married to the god of romantic love.
Fandom: Star Trek XI/Xena crossover
Pairing: Jim/Cupid!Bones
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 827
Warning: Pretty much PWP
Summary: Jim is mad at Bones. No, really. He is. Most definitely. But he also really wants him. It's all Bones' fault.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did.
Jim swept angrily into his quarters, whirling around when he didn’t hear the sound of the door closing behind him. Sure enough, there his husband was, leaning against the doorway looking entirely too calm for the fact that he was top of Jim’s ‘shit list’ right now. “What the fuck?!” he exclaimed. “I said I didn’t want to be followed, damn it!”
“Jim,” his husband sighed, running a hand through his dark hair, “we’ve been married for three years now. I know full well when you mean what you say and when you don’t.”
“Why the fuck are you so calm, Bones?!” he shouted.
He should’ve known the smirk on Bones’ face would be his undoing.
Suddenly he collapsed onto the bed, feeling a wave of heat rush through him. He might still be mad at Bones, but damn he was sexy and would it really be so bad to jump him right about now...?
Jim glared over at him, snarling, “Damn it, Bones! Stop!”
Bones outright chuckled, the air around him rippling ever so slightly as Jim’s arousal grew. He moaned, shifting his hips and loving the feel of how his pants and underwear rubbed against his swelling cock as the mattress provided pressure.
Through it all Jim glared up at his husband. “This doesn’t solve anything,” he informed him through panting breaths and little gasps. “I’m still mad at you.” Suddenly he bucked into the mattress with a moan at the increase in friction and pressure. “You’ve got to learn that you can’t solve all our problems by--aah!” He cried out as he tried to still the motion of his hips, only managing to rotate them in a tiny circle while pressed against the mattress.
“I know,” came Bones’ voice, deep and dark and guaranteed to make Jim come in his pants if he didn’t shut up right the fuck now. “But I’ve learned that you’re most willing to listen to reason after getting off, so...” he shrugged and Jim felt a fresh wave of arousal wash through him.
Realizing he had closed his eyes, he opened them again, once more sending Bones what he hoped was an impressive glare. “You realize how not fair this is, right? I should’ve known this would happen when you told me you were Cupid, damn it all, but I thought maybe you’d play fair once in a while.” Also not fair was how he was so aroused he was like a limp ragdoll on the mattress with the exception of his ever-moving hips and his definitely-not-limp cock. He couldn’t even muster the brainpower to reach down and bring himself off quickly and get it over with, not with what Bones was--oh fuck--doing without even laying a finger on him.
Bones walked over, finally allowing the door to shut, and Jim figured if he took a step closer he might be able to summon the strength of mind to get up and beat the shit out of him. “Playing fair’s no fun,” he commented lightly. “You know that; we won’t even get into your little tricks.”
“I don’t have this kind of---oh fuck, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Jim couldn’t even finish a sentence as the arousal began to ebb, leaving him unbelievably frustrated.
“You told me to stop earlier.”
“Bones,” he glared through panting gasps and breathy moans, “remember that talk about things I say and don’t mean? You referenced it just a few minutes ago.”
“So what do you actually mean?”
“I mean if you don’t let me get off right the fuck now I just might kill you despite the whole immortal thing. I’d find a way.”
Bones laughed and soon Jim could see nothing but stars.
When he finally began to come down he heard his husband talking. “Of course, I could’ve just done that to begin with. But that wouldn’t have been any fun at all; I really enjoyed the image of you helpless and rutting against our mattress even as you were glaring at me.”
Jim tried to muster the energy to give that glare again and Bones got to the point. “Now, will you listen to me this time when I tell you that hypospray was necessary? You’re allergic to half the food on that planet and the brief mentioned a feast as a necessary part of any talk.”
Jim sighed. “If I agree will you get over here and actually touch me? I don’t even care how--just want you here.”
Soon there were arms wrapped around him and hands stroking down his back through his shirt and lips pressed into his hair. “Never gonna withhold this just because you disagree with me, darlin’,” his husband replied, soon stripping Jim’s shirt off so he could caress bare skin.
Jim sighed his thanks, cuddling against Bones’ side, completely content. He had never been more thankful that he was married to the god of romantic love.