[Cain and Abel] -- [Bones/Kirk] -- [Sam and Kirk]

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Bones and Jim left the Captain's office soon after the surprise meeting with Emma and David. From the moment the older pair left the office Bones hadn't spoken, just nodded in response to Jim's suggestion that they return to their room. They were both quiet in the turbolift, and made it inside their room before either man uttered a word

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[dctr_mccoy]

After Jim left, Bones had gotten up from the bed only once, to fetch a bottle of whatever was opened in the cabinets. He returned to their bed and sat down, staring at the amber liquid in his hands for a very long time. Dad... Even the smell of the alcohol reminded him of being small and hugging his father tightly before being tucked into bed, or sharing a glass after a hard day at their medical practice. It brought back memories he hadn't realized were still in there, happy days and sad days and days in between. There was no one in young Leonard McCoy's life like his father.

And now he was back.

It wasn't until he saw that bourbon sloshing around the bottle that he realized that his hands were shaking. Fuck, he thought to himself, using one leg to keep it from spilling as he managed to get it open. The first swallow burned a little, like it always did. The next two were easier, his throat warm and stomach churning but soon that chaotic feeling in his head settled down, his hands stopped shaking, and Bones found it in him to

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"Hey you," Jim said quietly back, a tray in his hands. The fight with Sam hadn't fixed anything, and he knew it, but it didn't matter. He'd gotten across some of what he felt to his brother, warned him off. He looked to Bones, and the thought that they had kissed just made him feel like an ass all over again. Was it all his fault that Bones wanted someone else?

He nudged the tray onto the bed, careful so neither of them tilted it over. "They had tomato soup in the galley. Got you a grilled cheese sandwich to go with it, and some cheese." And a duplicate meal for himself.

He wouldn't bring up the fight, not now. Bones needed a night to just ... feel.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones offered up a little smile, his hair mussed as he sat up and reached out over the tray to touch Jim. "Thanks," he said again. Jim felt stiff next to him, and he looked fucking tired. "Hell of a day, huh?" he said, a false humor in his voice. Last thing he wanted was to be a weight around Jim's neck, but it seemed no matter how hard he tried, all he did was bring more problems onto Jim's shoulders.

He picked up his bowl and dumped his portion of cheese into the steaming soup. "Used to eat it like this when I was a kid," he said thoughtfully. "Feels like another lifetime."

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You have no idea. Jim thought to himself, nodding his agreement though, "Yea." He set himself up, putting cheese into the soup and stirring to watch it melt. "You remember that dinner I helped out at when I first got to the Academy? I got addicted to their tomato soup." His lips quirked as he remembered. The woman who had owned it was a beautiful cougar who was more than willing to cook for the young scrap of a thing she could at her back door as long as he brought some excitement into her divorced life.

[dctr_mccoy]

It didn't take long for Bones to finish his bowl - and the sandwich too- he was hungrier than he thought, and the food settled the alcohol in his stomach. "That feels like a long time ago, too," Bones said, eyes focused on Jim's face. In the grand scheme of things, it had been a drop in the bucket, less than four years since they stumbled upon each other, but so much had happened...

And now Bones couldn't imagine being anywhere else in the universe right now than here. "Sorry for all this shit, Jim," Bones mumbled quietly, reaching out and stroking Jim's arm. "Bet you wishing you'd sat somewhere else on that shuttle, huh?" he joked weakly.  

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Jim reached out and grabbed the tray, putting it off the side of the bed. He slid back close to Bones and pulled him in close, pressing their foreheads together. "Fuck no," Whispered, so softly, "don't want to change a damn thing that's happened. We met on that shuttle for a reason," His voice turned into a quiet laugh, "okay, maybe not throwing up on me would have been better than what happened."

"Don't be sorry." The gentle kiss tasted like tomatoes and milk.

[dctr_mccoy]

"Tired of being a thorn in your side," Bones whispered back into Jim's mouth. "Want to help you, help you get through all your troubles and everytime I turn around you're having to out up with my bullshit." He made a whimpering noise. "Not supposed to be like that." 

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"Fuck," Jim shook his head, just a bit, kissing him again, "you're not. You're not. You do help... fuck, I couldn't have made it through most of this shit if it wasn't for you. Not if I didn't want to be a twitching pile of paranoid tension that couldn't be a captain or anything else. Supposed to be like this. You help, I help, we both help."

He slid his arms around Bones, feeling the tightness in every line of Bones' body. He kissed the corner of his mouth, his jaw, neck, back to his mouth. His way of comfort, speaking, even as he tried the normal way.

[dctr_mccoy]

Closing his eyes as he felt Jim kissing him, Bones went quiet. No sense arguing, no retort would make Jim understand how amazing this all was for him. Bones could think of a hundred people, just off the top of his head, who would love to be in his place right now, some of them might even be better suited, less problematic. Give Jim what he needed.

And then that fight last night... Bones wondered if the two of them were ever going to get it right. His parents seemed so happy to have found each other, they had come back from the dead to reunite. Bones had always wanted what they had, that forever love... What he and Jim were so very different, but Bones felt safe, protected, cherished, if that made sense. Jim made him feel wanted in a way he couldn't understand; didn't make sense. Jim could have anyone and he wanted him and Bones knew in his heart that what they had was different, but it was strong and fierce and just as 'forever' as he could dream of

[kirktastic]

Sometimes, maybe most of the time, they didn't need words. Instead, they could tell words, sentences, entire speeches through their mouths and hands. It was something Bones knew instinctively, Jim had mastered and taught more every day.

It lasted long because Jim wanted it to. He wanted to... as cliche as the word was... make love to Bones. He wanted to give Bones that release, something full body and mind, that he hoped would ease some of the strain. Ease some of the worry. Ease some of the tension. Tomorrow morning probably would bring all new problems, new strains the fight wasn't gonna help, fuck but... just an hour or so where it didn't matter.

His mouth spoke silent words into Bones' skin, gentle and soft. His hands sculpted an orgasm that came slow and steady, like waves on shore instead of the usual fiery inferno. Just them, together, as one.

[dctr_mccoy]

It was one of those times when Bones knew it was okay to take, to just lay there in Jim's arms and let himself be loved, be taken care of. Jim could be so fucking gentle when he needed to be, strong when he needed to be, and when Bones came he clung to Jim like a dying man.

They lay together quiet afterward, just listening to each other breathe. No words were needed. When it was quiet like this, they could almost read each other's minds, knowing what the other wanted, needed. When it was like this, Bones thought, closing his eyes, it was so very good.

[kirktastic]

Jim held Bones gently, stretched out across the thin covers. He felt Bones' head under his chin, the slow movements of their breathing as they lay side by side. Something made him think of a tiny strip of music, something from the collection his father had left behind of music from past centuries. His mother had played it, and cried. He hadn't understood it as a child, but