Uncle Jim is the coolest! 1/1
“Uncle Jim!!!! Uncle Jim!!”
Two young boys were running at them from the big farm house. Jim crouched down and caught both of them in his arms. The force of their impact sent them toppling over but that didn’t seem to bother them much. Jim was laughing along with the two boys. To McCoy his new husband looked happier than he’d seen him in quite some time.
“Boys, boys. Let your uncle get up.” McCoy turned his head and saw an older version of Jim walking towards them. He had a similar smile on his face but different eyes.
It was the first time that McCoy met Jim’s family. And he was a bit nervous about what they would think of him. It was really important to him that Jim’s family liked him.
The man looked down at the trio on the ground fondly before he looked at McCoy and extended his hand in greeting.
“Hi. I’m Sam. Jim’s brother.”
McCoy shook his hand and was rather impressed with the firm grip.
“McCoy. Leonard McCoy.”
“You’re Uncle Jim’s sweetheart!!” One of the boys said. He had big brown eyes, blonde hair and two missing front teeth.
Jim grabbed the kid around the neck, not too hard mind you, and rubbed his fist against his head.
“Right you are, Samwise! That man is my hubby.”
“That’s not my name, Uncle Jim.” The boy said after he extricated himself from Jim’s grip. “My name is Samuel. Samuel Kirk.” He looked a little shyly up at McCoy for a moment before he jumped up and extended his hand, imitating his father.
“You may call me Sammy.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” McCoy replied while shaking his hand.
Sam looked down at Jim and his youngest son.
“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself, Tib?”
The small blonde boy still sitting in Jim’s lap pushed his face against Jim’s chest and shook his head.
Sam looked at McCoy. He still had a smile on his face.
“That’s my baby-boy, Tiberius. We call him Tib.”
McCoy nodded before stepping to the side revealing the little girl that was hiding behind him.
Sammy and Tib looked at her curiously.
“Jo?” McCoy touched her shoulder softly. She looked up at him before looking at Tib and then at Sammy. She cleared her throat before talking.
“Hello. My name is Joanna McCoy. I am seven years old and don’t like boys. When I grow up I want to be a doctor like my daddy.” She nodded before reaching up to grab her dad’s hand and nibbling at her thumb.
Jim caught McCoy’s eye and they shared a smile. This was going to be an interesting vacation.
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“My dad says you have to eat all your greens, Uncle Jim.” Jo looked at Jim with the strictest McCoy-look anyone could muster. It was their second night on the farm and they were having dinner around the table. Jim was firmly seated between his two nephews
“Uncle Jim doesn’t have to eat his greens if he doesn’t want to.” Sammy said before Jim could respond. “Don’t listen to her, Uncle Jim. She’s just a girl.”
“A very smart girl, I’ll have you know,” Jim said fondly while dishing himself some green beans.
“Girls are dumb, Uncle Jim,” the boy continued.
“Not ALL girls are dumb!!” Jo interrupted. “Only some. Like Jessica Lewis. She’s always trying to be cleverer than me.”
“ALL girls are dumb,” he threw back at her.
“Well, you’re pretty dumb yourself,” she answered.
“Am not.”
“Yes you are.”
“Not.”
Jo sighed and did not answer. Yip, Jim thought. She was a McCoy, all right.
“Uncle Jim, how long will you be staying?” Tib asked from his seat between his father and uncle.
Jim smiled at him. “About a week, Tibs. You think you can handle me for a week?”
The little boy giggled while nodding enthusiastically.
“Good!! ‘cause we’re gonna have SO MUCH fun!”
“Can we go horse riding without Dad, Uncle Jim?” Sammy asked while pointedly avoiding his father’s gaze. Sam just shook his head while eating. He knew he took the second place when Jim visited. It’s always been like that and he didn’t mind at all.
“Of course we can.”
“May I come too, Uncle Jim?” Jo asked.
“No!” Sammy stuck his tongue out at her.
She raised her eyebrow at him before looking at Jim.
“You may, sweetheart.” Jim looked over at Sammy with a look that told him to behave or his Uncle Jim won’t be so cool anymore.
Sammy ducked his head, frowned and silently ate his food. He refused to partake in any conversation for the remainder of the meal.
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McCoy was sitting on the steps of the patio talking with Sam, who was seated on the bench behind him, when Jim arrived back with the kids.
He was carrying Tib while Jo and Sammy were walking on either side of him. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces except when they directed glares at each other. When they reached the house Jo made herself at home on McCoy’s lap and Sammy stood in front of his father while holding both his hands. The two kids were talking a mile a minute.
“… and then we were racing down the road and I beat Jo AND Uncle Jim. And Tib laughed so hard the whole time and Jo was really…”
“… and then Sammy fell off his horse and landed on his bum. And I couldn’t stop laughing and Uncle Jim was the coolest and he let us race really fast. And ...”
“… Uncle Jim was so awesome and we swam in the river and Jo slipped and fell face first into the water and then a frog jumped on her…”
“… and a fish sucked onto Sammy’s toe and he squealed like a girl.”
“Did not!”
“Did too.”
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Not!”
“Okay, okay! Settle down you two!!” McCoy’s ears were going to burst if they didn’t tone it down a bit.
The two kids settled with glaring at each other from the safety of their parents embraces.
Jim bent down to give McCoy a kiss on his forehead before carrying the now sleeping Tib into the house.
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Later that evening Jim and McCoy were relaxing in the guest room. Jim was reading in bed while McCoy was trying to get his shoes off without untying the laces first. He then went into the adjoining bathroom to brush his teeth.
When McCoy returned to the bedroom he only had his boxers on. Jim glanced at him and then back at his book. He pretended not to notice how super hot McCoy looked.
McCoy, on the other hand, knew exactly what effect he had on Jim and took complete advantage of it. He crawled over Jim’s body from the bottom of the bed until he reached his face. He pushed the book aside. That was when Jim knew he was in some serious trouble. Of the good kind.
McCoy had a mischievous smirk on his face. He bent his head and gave Jim a peck on the lips. Jim’s eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips. He knew his husband well enough to know when he was up to something.
“What are you up to, Bones?”
“Nothing,” Bones said in a way too innocent voice. He bent his head again and gave Jim a kiss on the side of his neck.
“Bones. The house is full of people. Small people. So cut it out.” Jim tried to push McCoy away but McCoy would have none of it.
“But Uncle Jiiiiiim… I want to kiss you,” McCoy said in disturbing imitation of Sammy.
“Oh, God, Bones. Get off me. You disgusting perv!!” But there was no real threat in Jim’s voice. He was laughing too hard.
“Uncle Jim, I want to ride you like a pony,” McCoy said, placing kisses all over Jim’s chest and moving in a southward direction.
“Uuughh, you dirty bastard. Fine. If you cut the crap I’ll pay attention to you.”
“You’re the coolest, Uncle Jim. You’re my bestest best uncle in the whole wide world.”
That was when Jim quickly clasped his legs around McCoy’s hips and flipped them over so that he was straddling his hips. That was the only way to really shut McCoy up.
McCoy made a mental note to refer to Jim as “uncle Jim” a lot more in the future.