Jim started watching the driveway at a quarter to four in the afternoon. Oddly, he wasn’t nervous. But he was keyed up like nobody’s business, and couldn’t keep his mind on anything other than Bones, who would be there any second. He double-checked all his personal areas of the house, to make sure they were guest-ready. His study was messy—there was really nothing he could do about all the books, piled everywhere, that just wouldn’t fit on the shelves. But the room was clean. He fluffed up the pillows on the fold-out couch that the boys slept on when they visited. He put some books that he thought would be suitably impressive on the arm of the recliner, and then, irritated with himself, put them back.
The upstairs bathroom, which was his alone, unless Sam’s family was staying over, was sparkling from the cleaning he’d given it earlier. He’d gone back and forth about whether to put out a second towel, but thought it might be presumptuous. But hell, if Bones made it to the upstairs bathroom, things were probably going well. But … it also wouldn’t be hard to get out a second towel if it were needed.
“Aargh!” Jim groaned aloud. “Stop it, Kirk! What are you, fifteen, on your first date?”
Nonetheless, he gave his room one last inspection. He’d changed the sheets already, and had moved his pile of “already worn but not so dirty they need to go in the laundry” clothes to the floor of his closet. He’d put away some childhood items that a woman might have thought were cute, but that he’d be embarrassed to have another man see: a remote control car he still used with the boys; his favorite toy spaceship; a ragged teddy bear.
He frowned into his room.
“Ya know, screw that,” he said. He retrieved the three childhood items from the closet, and put them back where they belonged. “He wants to know me. Me. So Millennium Falcon, you go right back where I like you.”
Just as Jim finished arranging the spaceship on the dresser, he was distracted by the crunch of snow in the driveway. He thundered down the stairs, the way his mother had been trying to get him not to do since he was five, and threw open the front door.
“Bones!” he called, jumping up and down. “Just put the car by mine. And come on in!”
A minute later, Len was stomping snow off his boots on the doormat, and then he was finally, finally really there.
“Hey,” Jim said, grinning from ear to ear. “Good to see you.”
“Good to see you too,” Len replied. “Should I even take off my boots? Like, are we going straight to the barn?”
“No no, come on in first. We have to go to the barn the back way anyhow.”
“Okay,” Len said, as Jim took his coat and hung it on a hook by the front door. Len left his boots on the tray under the coat-hooks, and set the messenger bag he was carrying there as well. When he turned around, Jim was right there.
“Hi,” Jim said, leaning in and kissing Len almost chastely.
Len burst out laughing. “What the hell was that?” he asked, pulling Jim in by his waist for a proper kiss, which left them both flushed.
“I guess it was me being lame,” Jim said.
“You’re not lame,” Len said quietly, tracing Jim’s cheekbone with his thumb. “We don’t need to be nervous, okay? I like spending time with you—hell, I’ve been looking forward to going into the barn and shoveling cow shit or whatever the hell we’re gonna do, just to be around you, and to know you more.”
“Yeah,” Jim said. “Me too.”
“Okay.” Jim shifted in his socked feet. “So—I guess we might as well go out to the barn. You’re wearing stuff you don’t mind if it gets messed up, right? And longjohns, like I said?”
“Good—we’ve got a couple spare pairs of coveralls; there’s one that’ll fit you for sure. Barn boots, too. What are you, like a twelve?”
“That’ll work,” Len said.
“C’mon—all the stuff that gets used in the barn is in a mud room in the back,” Jim said.
They traipsed through the house, and Jim showed Len to a vestibule by the back door. Jim’s and Winona’s insulated coveralls and boots were obvious. Jim rummaged through a closet, and tossed items out behind him.
“Try these,” Jim said, turning around with a pair of heavy rubber boots, and a pair of worn but warm-looking insulated brown coveralls. “And—wait. You can’t be serious.”
Len raised his eyebrows. “About what?”
“Your socks,” Jim said, pointing at Len’s feet, which were encased in a single pair of wool hiking socks.
“Um, these are my warmest socks.”
Jim shook his head. “Stay there; I’ll be right back.”
Len heard thundering on the stairs, and a pause, and then more thundering, and Jim reappeared with a very thick pair of socks. “Put these on over what you’ve got, and that should be fine.”
“Okay,” Len said. He got all dressed up, and Jim looked him up and down. Len was still wearing the hat he’d come in with, and had put his gloves back on.
“Gloves?” Jim asked.
Len held out his hands.
“No, no no no,” Jim said. He stripped the thick insulated leather gloves off his own hands, and gave them to Len, and rifled through the closet for another pair, which he then put on. “Your gloves are warm enough, but don’t have any protection to them. Can’t have you messing up your doctor hands.”
“Good point,” Len said.
“Not that we’ll be doing anything really dangerous—I just wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.
“Thanks,” Len said. “So—are we ready?”
On the way out to the barn, Jim told Len about what they’d be doing.
“Almost everything is somewhat automated, but there are still plenty of things to do by hand. Like spreading the hay in the feed troughs, and disinfecting the teats, and putting the milking machines on,” Jim said. “You’ll probably be horrified by it all. And I should warn you—it doesn’t smell nice in there.”
Len laughed. “Recall our first meeting. I work in an emergency room. If it’s nasty, and it’s biological, I’ve smelled it.”
“Right,” Jim said.
They reached the cow barn—a long, low building with a rounded roof, and ventilation fans spinning lazily at either end. They entered the building, and Jim started explaining everything in sight—the automatically-cleaning manure gutter, which really looked like a long conveyor belt, the automatic water bowls, and other modern accouterments which allowed the Kirks to have such a large herd without having many, many full-time employees.
Len looked at the ceiling, where miles of pipes carried milk from the automatic milking machines to the tank room. He listened and watched as Jim showed him how to work the automatic milking device that would need to be put on each cow.
“And Dr. Bones, don’t get all carried away with cleaning the teats. It’s not a surgical scrub. The point is just getting crud off, and disinfecting a bit,” Jim said.
“Okay, Farm Boy,” Len said. “I think I’ve got it. When it’s time to do that, you watch me a few times, and make sure I’m doing everything right.”
“Good idea. Okay, so first …” Jim launched into an explanation of how they’d inspect the herd, and spread hay around in the hay racks, and everything else they’d do. “So, let’s go get a couple bales of hay.”
Jim walked Len through the inspection and the feeding. He showed Len the cow that Chris Pike had asked about, and Len could see nice pink granulation tissue filling in what looked like it used to be a nasty ulcer. When the hay spreading was done, Jim started demonstrating the automatic milking equipment.
The units were kept suspended from the ceiling, so they couldn’t fall into the muck on the floor. When Jim needed the first one, it happened to be right over his head.
“Hey Bones, grab me that unit, will you?” Jim asked, a grin stretching all the way across his face.
“What,” Len said, reaching up above Jim and putting them nose to nose, “this one here?”
“That’s the one,” Jim said, stealing a kiss as Len leaned in closer.
“You want me to get it down?” Len asked, now cheek to cheek with Jim.
“Eventually,” Jim said. He pulled off one of his gloves, to cradle Len’s cheek, and kissed him again, and again.
“We’re kissing,” Len said between kisses, “in your barn, in front of a whole herd of cows.”
“Yep,” Jim said. “They don’t mind.”
A cow mooed right behind Len, and he jumped.
“I thought you said they didn’t mind,” Len said, scowling at the cow.
“They don’t. That was an expression of appreciation,” Jim said. “Good ol’ …” Jim looked at the inside of the cow's ear. "Number 316. She’s been rooting for us for a while, now.”
“Uh huh,” Len said skeptically. “So, Farm Boy, show me your stuff. Let’s milk a cow.”
“As you wish,” Jim said, completely straight faced.
Len raised one eyebrow. “Now I never woulda thought you’d get that reference.”
“I’m full of surprises,” Jim said.
By seven, the milking was done, and the rest of the chores were done for the evening.
“You hungry?” Jim asked.
“God, yes. I could eat a whole cow.”
“How about spaghetti and meatballs?” Jim said. “And broccoli.”
“That’ll do just fine, darlin’,” Len said.
“Good. Let’s hose our boots down, then we can go in and I’ll make dinner.”
“We’ll make dinner,” Len said.
“You’re on,” Jim said.
Fifteen minutes later, they were cleaned up, changed, and in the kitchen. Jim was rolling meatballs, and Len was trimming broccoli. Neither task took long, and once Jim had cooked the meatballs, the spaghetti still had a few minutes to go until it was done.
“I’m beat,” Jim said. “Let’s go take a load off in the living room until the timer beeps.”
“Lead the way,” Len said, not really sure what could happen in three minutes, but sure it would be pleasant.
Jim led Len out to the living room they’d passed through earlier, and plopped down onto the sofa with a “flumph.” He patted the cushion next to him, and Len sat as well. Jim immediately leaned into him, and put his head on Len’s shoulder. Len automatically put his arm around Jim. They sat there for a moment, facing the dry-looking Christmas tree in the corner.
“I love that you’re here,” Jim said. “I love that you did chores with me. Thanks for coming.”
“I like being here,” Len said. “Though I have to admit I have this perpetual feeling that your mother will be home any minute.”
“What,” Jim said, “and see us doing this?” He pivoted swiftly so he was crouched over Len, knees on either side of him, and kissed him.
Len chuckled into the kiss, reaching around behind Jim and holding onto him. He slipped his hands under Jim’s sweater, leaving only the cotton of his long-sleeved t-shirt between him and the skin he fairly desperately, at this point, wanted to get his hands on.
Predictably, the timer beeped just then. Jim groaned and put his feet on the floor, still leaning over Len.
“C’mon. Let’s eat,” Jim said.
“Don’t get too excited there,” Len said, not yet standing up. “Your enthusiasm for dinner is low enough it makes me wonder what’s wrong with it.”
Quick as a flash, Jim was back on Len.
“Dinner,” he breathed in Len’s ear, “is not what I’m excited about today.”
Len traced Jim’s lips with a single finger, then trailed his finger down Jim’s chin and neck, and back up again.
“Well, then, sweetheart, does dessert strike your fancy a little better?” Len said, nostrils flaring as he imagined what dessert might entail.
“Fuck, yes, Bones,” Jim said throatily.
The kitchen timer beeped again insistently, announcing that its call had not yet been heeded.
“Then I suggest,” Len said in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, “that we get the hell on with dinner, and save some room for dessert.”
Keeping his eyes locked on Len’s, Jim stood up, and held a hand out. Len took his hand, and Jim helped him off the deep couch.
Predictably, dinner didn’t take long. They sat at the round table on one end of the kitchen, twining their socked feet together under the table, and occasionally feeding each other a bite of food. Jim made sure to eat enough that he wouldn’t be hungry in two hours, but not enough to weigh him down. He was pretty sure Len was doing the same, since after his declaration that he could eat one of the herd, he only ate what looked like a modest portion to Jim. Jim also had to admit to himself that the butterflies in his stomach played a role in his own modest consumption.
Just as they were finishing, Jim got quiet and contemplative, which Len saw as the exact opposite of how he’d seemed just a few minutes earlier.
“What’s going on, Jim?” Len asked, frowning slightly. “You look worried. Or somethin’.”
“Well,” Jim said, “something just kind of occurred to me, that I kind of need to ask you.”
“All right,” Len said. “Ask away.”
“So, you were married, right, and you said you had this one … uh, fling, with a guy. But … shoot, how do I even ask this?”
“Just ask. You won’t embarrass me,” Len said, taking Jim’s hand in both of his own. “And I won’t laugh. I promise.”
“Okay.” Jim blew out a breath. “You’ve, like, done it, with guys, right?”
Len smiled, since he’d promised not to laugh. “Sure have, darlin’. There was plenty of time before I got married to have sex with men. And women. With my preferences leaning towards men, but … it was Georgia, and I met who I thought was the right woman, so …” Len stopped short. “That’s not what you’re asking though. My final answer is that yes, I certainly have. So there’s no need to worry about me being some blushing bride.”
“That’s about what I thought,” Jim said. “Pretty much sums me up too. Except the married part. And the Georgia part.”
“Good.” Len’s lips quirked up in a small smile.
“So here’s some more news,” Jim said. “I have a hard and fast agreement with my mother that I don’t leave dirty dishes lying around.”
“Bet that’s not the only thing you have that’s hard and fast,” Len said. “But hey, let’s do some dishes.”
Jim grinned. “You’re a dirty old man, you know that?”
“Oh, I do, darlin’. I sure do.”
Jim put the leftovers away, while Len got started with a sink full of hot, soapy water. He quickly washed the glasses, plates, pots, and pans, while Jim rinsed. When Len drained the sink, Jim tossed him another dish towel, and they dried the rest of the dishes together.
When the last pot was set on the stove to air-dry, Jim started spinning his towel in an ages-old motion that would turn a humble houseware into a tool of war.
“Oh, is that what’s happening now?” Len said, twirling his own towel, and backing away to keep his rear outside of what he judged to be the distance equal to the length of Jim’s arm plus the length of a dishtowel. “Give it your best shot, Farm Boy.” He kept his distance, but turned to the side and slapped his own butt with his palm.
“As you wish,” Jim said, lunging forwards and planting a well-aimed snap of the towel right on Len’s butt check.
Len laughed and jumped away.
“Some might say I should turn the other cheek, but …”
He feinted going straight at Jim, but took an end run around the kitchen island, catching Jim off guard,. Before Jim could get out of the way, he landed the end of his own dishtowel on Jim’s posterior.
Jim’s ass stung from the snapping Len had just given it. The wicked grin on Len’s face was a pleasure to see, and Jim found himself wanting to kiss that grin.
So he did. He used his own linen dishtowel to encircle Len’s waist, and pull their bodies together. He dropped the towel, in favor of jamming his hands in Len’s back pockets. Bones’s ass felt just as good as Jim thought it would—maybe even better.
Jim found himself attacking Len’s neck with vampire-like voraciousness, and felt more than heard Bones humming his approval. He felt Len’s hands slide up his body, leaving trails of heat even through Jim’s clothing. Those hands cupped Jim’s face, and brought it up for a kiss—a real kiss, deep and long, not at all like the playful ones they’d stolen in the barn or the kitchen. This was a seriously intense kiss; the gateway from one part of their evening to another.
Jim pulled away just enough to whisper against Bones’s lips. “Come upstairs. Couch. My study.”
“You bet,” Len said. “Lead on.”
“Oh, I’m not leading you on,” Jim said, nuzzling Bones’s ear. “We’re gonna start on the couch, and see what happens. The bedroom’s open for business, too, if we feel like it.”
“I’m pretty sure we’ll feel like it,” Len said. “But here’s the thing. I’ll say this now, so I don’t have to wreck the mood later. Safe sex. No fluid exchange, in any orifice, except for spit. Period.”
Jim nodded. “I’m cool with that.”
“So I’m gonna take a little trip to my bag, and then you’re gonna show me this couch. Be right back.”
Jim didn’t let Leonard go to the coat hooks by himself. He kept his hand in a back pocket, and followed Len as he retrieved his drug-store purchases from the messenger bag he’d left on the floor by the coats. He led Len up the stairs to the study, and sat him on the couch, kneeling on the floor in front of his parted knees so their faces were at the same level. They locked eyes for just a moment, Len’s hand on the back of Jim’s neck, before crashing together, mouths hungry, lips insatiable, hands everywhere.
They made out like teenagers for a few minutes, fully clothed, until Len reached down to the hem of Jim’s long-sleeved t-shirt, and pulled it up over his head. Jim cooperated, raising his arms and helping to fling the shirt away, and then, getting half up on the sofa so he could reach, yanked Len’s shirt off and tossed it aside. Their hands and lips were greedy for the new expanses of skin made available. Len groaned and carded his hand through Jim’s hair as Jim’s mouth latched on to a nipple, swirling, leaving hot trails that cooled swiftly when he switched to the other side. He kissed, nipped, and licked his way down to Len’s navel, and then back up again.
“Yeah, darlin’, bring that hot mouth of yours back up here,” Len said, voice half an octave lower than usual. He shifted his weight as Jim moved upwards, so this time he could press Jim into the couch, hands working in tandem with lips and tongue to explore every inch that had been revealed to him so far. He continued shifting his weight, sliding Jim from a low slouch to a fully supine position.
So far, all the action had been strictly above the waist, but Len tested the deeper waters, planting a knee firmly between Jim’s, and maneuvering a thigh between Jim’s legs. Jim responded by clutching Len’s ass and pulling him in closer, at the same time grinding upwards, so Len concluded the water was fine. He kissed Jim deeply, their tongues sliding across and past each other, and echoed the movement of his tongue with his lower body, sliding his pelvis across Jim’s. The flies of their jeans rustled across each other, and the metal buttons slid across each other with a metallic hiss, but both sounds were drowned out by the noises Jim made as Len let his mouth stray.
Len made sure his chest or belly stayed in firm contact with Jim’s erection, which was boldly declaring itself even through the thick denim of his jeans. His lips worked their way down Jim’s neck, stopping to taste the hollow where his collarbones met, and planting themselves on a nipple.
“Fuck, Bones!” Jim gasped.
“Mm,” Len said around his current treat, laving it and flicking it with his tongue before moving to the other side. He let go briefly, and grinned wolfishly up at Jim, who was starting to look stoned. He scooted up briefly to kiss Jim’s plumped, reddened lips, and licked a strip down to the waistband of his jeans. He palmed Jim’s erection, and was rewarded with a gasp as Jim bucked upwards into his touch.
Len continued to rub the palm of his hand across Jim’s package, letting his other hand roam where it wished.
“Off!” Jim said suddenly, and Len jerked backwards and froze, taking his hands completely off Jim, wondering what he’d done. The blood drained from his face as he instantly imagined himself in the hospital administrator’s office, trying to explain away the complaint from the former patient in front of him. Or, more accurately, under him.
“No no no, not you,” Jim panted, grabbing for Len’s hands and putting them back where they had been. “My pants. Off!”
Len breathed in and out twice, to recover from his momentary shock, and then let out a low chuckle. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” He unfastened the button, dragged the zipper open, and pulled on the sides of the jeans as Jim lifted his ass and shimmied his hips to help him with his task.
Len didn’t waste any time; he put his open lips right over the damp spot on the front of Jim’s boxer briefs, and blew out a hot breath. Jim whimpered, and his blunt fingernails made a scraping sound as he clutched at the threadbare couch cushions. Len let out one more steamy breath onto the head of Jim’s erection, and worked his way back up Jim’s body.
Jim sat up, using Len’s body as a counterweight, and maneuvered himself so he could get his hands on Len. He traced his fingers up and down the long, broad ridge under the fly of Len’s jeans, and then rubbed Len’s cock up and down a few times through the black denim, before going for the button. Their position was impossible for stripping Bones, which he desperately needed to do, so he took Len’s hand and pulled him to standing. He fumbled with the button and zipper, but once they were open, Len’s black jeans slid straight to the floor, joining Jim’s own pants in a puddle on the hardwood.
They clutched each other for balance as they each did the awkward dance of stepping out of the legs of their pants, and the even more awkward move of peeling their socks off. Len laughed as he had to catch Jim, who nearly toppled over removing his stubborn left sock. They grinned at each other, standing face to face in their underwear, and Jim reversed the potential awkwardness of the moment by pulling Len in towards him, then dragging his open lips down the center of Len’s body, until he too could breath hot, moist air onto Len’s cock through his dark gray boxers.
Jim stayed where he was for a few breaths, running his hand up the inside of Len’s thigh and through the leg opening of his shorts, where he briefly teased at Len’s balls with the edge of his hand, before pulling back again, and returning to a standing position.
“Long as we’re up, how ‘bout that bedroom of yours?” Len murmured, as he kissed around Jim’s ear, and to the pounding pulse point on his neck.
“Yeah, I think so, Bones.” Jim took Len’s hand to lead him across the hall to his bedroom, but stopped in the hallway.
“Wait a sec,” Jim said, and scurried back into the study, returning with Len’s paper bag of supplies. “Don’t wanna hafta look for these in the heat of the moment.” He pulled Len into his bedroom, and closed the door behind them. He sat on the edge of the bed and dumped the contents of the bag onto a nightstand, and counted four varieties of condoms, and two of lube. “You don’t mess around, do you?”
“I never mess around when I’m messing around,” Len said. “Now come back here.”
“No,” Jim said from the bed, “you come here.” He stretched out on the bed on his back, hands laced together behind his head. His expression was half smirk, half grin, and designed to be irresistible.
Len didn’t have to be told twice. He practically pounced onto Jim, straddling him at the hips and looking down at him.
“Hi,” Jim said, grinning up at him.
“Hi yourself,” Len said, unable to suppress an answering grin. He looked down at Jim, trying to decide where to start, but Jim solved his problem by pulling him down and kissing him, carding his hands through Len’s hair.
The kiss changed from playful nips to intense open-mouthed deep kissing, and soon they were both back in the state they’d been in on the couch in the study, panting, clutching, pressing against each other for more heat, more friction, more connection.
Jim slipped his hands under the elastic waistband of Len’s boxers, kneading his bare ass, and Len lifted his weight momentarily in an invitation for Jim to slide the shorts down. Jim took the cue, and pushed the boxers as far down as he could. Len finished the job, and then helped Jim out of his underwear. They admired each other, Jim on his back, and Len over him on all fours, with one knee on either side of Jim’s hips, and hands outside his shoulders.
“You’re too gorgeous, Bones,” Jim said. He admired Len’s body from below, running his hands up and down his sturdy thighs, first along the outsides, and then the insides, and applying the lightest of feather touches to his cock, as if he didn’t really think he was allowed to touch. He ran a lightly curled hand up and down its length, following the slight upcurve, and then cupped his balls, as if weighing them in his hand.
Len was momentarily paralyzed by the sensations washing over him. His eyes drifted slightly closed, and rolled back in his head, and he knew he moaned when Jim finally touched his cock, but he didn’t care. He overcame his paralysis, and lowered his weight onto Jim, finally letting their naked bodies touch. They groaned together, and Jim’s hands slid around to clutch Len’s ass, as Len ravished Jim’s face and neck with kisses, working his way down, down, touching everywhere as he went. He grazed one of Jim’s nipples lightly with his teeth, and Jim arched up to greet his touch.
“Ah, Bones,” he groaned, and kept his hands in Leonard’s hair as he worked his kisses farther down Jim’s body. Len kissed and nipped down the middle of Jim’s abdomen, spending what he felt wasn’t nearly adequate time on Jim’s navel, until reaching the happy trail, which did indeed instill happiness in him, especially once he reached the treasure at the end of the trail.
“Fuh …” Jim uttered, as Len kissed his cock, licked it up and down, and then grasped it firmly and gave it a few strokes. “God, Bones …”
“Mm, darlin’, I do love this cock,” Len said, working his hand up and down slowly a few times. “I wonder how many different things we can do tonight, you and me?”
“A lot,” Jim panted, “’cause damn.”
“You like this?” Len said, as he continued sliding his hand up and down, adding a twist and a swipe of the thumb across the head at the end of each stroke. Jim mewled in response, and clutched at Len’s thighs, which were all he could reach.
Len kept going until Jim was a writhing mess. He shifted his weight and brought his own cock into the action, taking both of them in hand at once. They were perfectly matched in length, so the most sensitive parts of the undersides of their cocks met up exactly. He worked them together for a few strokes, and his free hand twined together with one of Jim’s. He pulled Jim’s hand up and kissed it before releasing it, reaching for the pile on the nightstand.
He could just reach one of the bottles of lube, so he grabbed it, and opened the package with his teeth. When it came to actually dispensing the stuff, though, he needed both hands, and Jim whimpered when he let go, but then quickly took over with his own hand. Len warmed some of the slippery fluid between his palms, and let his hands join Jim’s on their cocks, slicking them up.
Len took Jim’s hand again, and urged him to a sitting position. Their hands were so slippery that they nearly lost each other, but rather than being embarrassed at an awkward moment, they both grinned and laughed a little, and finally Jim and Len were sitting face to face, between each other’s legs, with Len again holding their cocks together between them.
Jim leaned forward and kissed Len, scootching his body forwards so they were even closer together, as Len continued stroking their cocks between them. The movement was now deliciously slick, echoed by their tongues in each other’s mouths.
Len pulled back from the kiss, just to look at Jim, and saw that his creamy pale skin was flushed red from the chest up, advertising his desire. Seeing Jim in such a state, and hearing his nearly steady stream of sounds that were half-sigh, half moan, sent a surge of lust through Len, and he changed the pace of his hand from languid to more insistent.
“You feel so good, Jim,” Len breathed. “We feel so good together.”
“Fuck yeah, Bones,” Jim replied, his response not eloquent, but heartfelt.
“I love seein’ how hot you’re gettin’, mmm, yeah,” Bones drawled, his voice husky with desire.
“Hnnngh … keep talking to me, Bones,” Jim gasped, barely able to talk.
A wave of pleasure surged through Len at those words. He always liked talking to his partner during sex, but Jocelyn had banned the practice, and had made him feel wrong about it, so to be begged to do it was a huge turn-on.
“Yeah, sugah, I can do that. I can do that allllll night if that’s what you want.” Len kept his hand moving, and at the same time pressed kisses to everything he could reach. His murmured sweet nothings were interspersed with his own sounds of pleasure, mingled with Jim’s incoherent sounds.
When Len felt the tension in Jim’s body amp up a notch, he sped up his hand, wanting the faster pace for himself as well. He was intensely enjoying seeing the looks on Jim’s face, feeling his hands all over him, and hearing his nearly desperate sounds.
“Fuck … Bones … I’m close …”
“Let it go, darlin’. I wanna see you come,” Len said, barely able to talk anymore.
Jim grabbed Len anywhere he could, and held onto him as he arched his back, and came with a sound somewhere between a sob and a shout, striping hot jets on both of their chests, then on Len’s hand, which calmed its action to work Jim through the last of his orgasm. Jim’s chest heaved for several breaths, and then he leaned forwards again, resting his forehead on Len’s shoulder.
Len ran the fingers of his free hand up and down the ridge of Jim’s spine, continuing to murmur to him even though he was sure nobody was home to hear him. But shortly, Jim’s forehead lifted from Len’s shoulder, and Jim tilted his head up so he could kiss Len again, hand in his hair. Jim reached his other hand down between them.
“Bones, let me. Please?” Jim asked, covering Len’s sticky hand with his own.
“Mm, you bet, sweetheart,” Len said. He let Jim’s hand replace his, and fuck if it wasn’t even better than he’d imagined in the shower just a few days ago, before their first date.
Jim started up slowly at first, but it didn’t take much time for him to get Len back to where they’d been a few minutes ago, and Jim enjoyed the hell out of seeing Len start to fall apart. His hazel eyes were hooded, and his face was flushed. The sexy drawl that turned Jim on so much had been replaced by even sexier unabashed sounds of pleasure, which Jim thought he might be enjoying even more than the drawl.
“Unh … Jim … I … more …”
Jim sped up his hand, and at the same time, Len leaned back, bracing his weight on locked arms, and letting his head fall back. His body strained to thrust his hips upwards into Jim’s touch, and his arms quivered with the effort, his triceps and deltoids so tight Jim would swear he could see individual muscle fibers. The veins on his neck stood out like ropes. Jim practically drooled at the vision before him.
“Ah, Bones, look at you,” he murmured.
Len thrust up one more time, and froze. He came hard, shooting his first jet of semen nearly to Jim’s neck. Jim milked out the rest of the shots in time with Len’s sounds, until Len finally collapsed backwards onto the foot of the bed, all strength gone from his arms.
Jim wasted no time in disentangling their legs so he could join his lover, backwards on the bed. He covered Len’s body with his own, mingling their sweat and come, and kissed Len’s still panting mouth. He continued his gentle ministrations until Bones reached up and wrapped his arms around him, stroking a few times, but then patting him in a way that Jim could only think of as … pragmatic.
“Heavy,” Len squeaked.
“Oops,” Jim said, rolling off him. Len followed, and suddenly they were on their sides, forehead to forehead. Jim slung his upper leg over Len’s hip, and they nestled together comfortably, cuddling and kissing quietly, hands twined together between them.
Len spoke up first.
“I sure did like that, darlin’,” he said, kissing Jim again and squeezing his hand.
“Me too,” Jim said. “That was really something. I really, really liked that. And, uh, I really, really like you, Bones.” He blushed again, but didn’t mind.
“Well, I really, really like you, too, Jim,” Len said, smiling a rare full and complete smile at Jim, before leaning in to kiss him once more. “And right now, we’re both a reeking, sticky mess. So how ‘bout a shower?”
“You’re on,” Jim said. “’Cause damn.”
“Couldn’t have put it better myself,” Len said, groaning as he peeled himself off of Jim, and stood up. “Holy crap, it’s freezing in here!”
Jim laughed. “It’s at least sixty, Southern boy. I don’t like to be hot when I’m sleeping, so I keep the upstairs kind of cool. Plus, we’ll be in a nice, hot shower in about two minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll stop my whining. Where’s the bathroom? And, you’re positively sure your mother’s not home?”
“Across the hall, and yes, absolutely sure. Plus, she has her own bedroom and bathroom downstairs.”
“Oh,” Len said. “That’s good, then.”
“C’mon,” Jim said, as he led the way across the hall. In the bathroom, he plucked a green towel out of a cabinet, and hung it on a hook, right next to his blue one. He started the water in the shower, to let it warm up, and turned to see Bones standing there shivering, naked, on the bathmat. He wrapped himself around Len, and rubbed his back and the sides of his arms, feeling the goosebumps.
“Shit,” Jim said, “you really are cold! I’ll turn up the heat if you want.”
“Nah,” Len said, “I’ll be fine. Just not used to standing around in the altogether in winter temperatures. Because sixty is winter where I come from.”
Steam started billowing from the shower enclosure, so Jim slid the glass door. “After you, Bones. Not just because I like looking at your ass, either, though that’s a bonus.”
“Oh, just get in here and shut the fucking door, you infant,” Len crabbed, softening his words by kissing Jim as soon as he had firm footing.
Jim let Len have the first turn under the hot spray, and used both hands to smooth the water all over Len’s upper body, as if he were personally taking away the chill. Len closed his eyes and tipped his head backwards into the spray, holding on to Jim’s shoulders. Jim couldn’t resist the sight before him, and stepped closer. His lips found Len’s neck, and he kissed a trail from his prominent suprasternal notch up to his chin, which Len then lowered to greet Jim’s mouth with his own.
They exchanged watery kisses for a while, until Len pushed Jim gently, trading their positions so Jim could have a turn in the stream of hot water. While Jim still had his eyes closed against the spray, Len took the soap from its holder, and soaped up his hands, rubbing them across Jim’s chest, making foam in the coarse hair. Jim cooperated in having his upper body washed all over, turning as necessary. Len got his hands soapy again, and this time went lower with his hands, through the thatch of hair, down to Jim’s flaccid penis, washing everything carefully, and far more slowly than was truly necessary. He stepped closer, kissing Jim again as he reached behind him, sliding his slippery hands over Jim’s ass, and letting his fingers stray into the crack.
“My turn,” Jim said, when Len’s hands had lost their soapiness.
They switched places again, and this time Jim took care of Len, starting at his feet and working his way up. He watched as Len closed his eyes and tipped his head back when Jim got to the top of his inner thighs, and stepped his feet apart to give Jim the access they both wanted him to have.
From his position crouched on the shower floor, Jim sent his soapy hand all the way up the inside of Len’s thigh, and then cupped his balls, rolling them gently. He let his hand go farther backwards, stroking back and forth over his perineum a few times, and then into the cleft between Len’s buttocks, sliding back and forth, back and forth, the heel of his hand brushing Len’s balls on each stroke.
Len hummed deep in his throat, and ran his hand through Jim’s dripping hair.
“Keep that up and I’m liable to forget about that pesky little thing called the refractory period,” Len growled.
“I figure we can just keep making each other feel good until we can get it up again,” Jim said. “’Cause we’ve got all night, Bones. I mean,” he backpedaled, realizing they hadn’t discussed this, “if you wanna stay over.”
“You bet I do, sweetheart,” Len said, luxuriating in the sensations as Jim gently soaped his still-sensitive penis, and worked his way slowly up Len’s upper body, before turning him so they could both rinse.
Jim felt Len shiver as the water suddenly dropped in temperature.
“Looks like we’ve done in the water heater,” Jim said. “Water temp’s only downhill from here.”
He shut the water off, and stepped out onto the bathmat. Len followed, and Jim immediately pulled the green towel from the hook and started rubbing Len down, top to bottom, as Jim himself dripped all over the place. Once Len was dry and wrapped up in the green towel that perfectly set off the green starbursts within his hazel eyes, making them shine like emeralds, Jim rubbed his hair down and dried himself off quickly.
“Let’s go get you warm again,” Jim said.
“Like, in your bed?” Len asked, waggling his eyebrows.
“Not on the couch, that’s for sure,” Jim said, as he led Len back across the hall.
“Curious,” Len said. “Why’d you take me in there first, anyhow?”
“Uh, just ‘cause it’d be easier to stop in there than in here,” Jim said, as he patted the bed next to him and pulled the covers over once Len had slid in next to him.
Len wrapped himself around Jim before he responded. “Was I giving off the wrong vibes?”
“No. I just wanted to give you an out if you needed it,” Jim said, snuggling in closer.
Len nuzzled his face into Jim’s neck. “Didn’t even come close to needing it.”
They cuddled for a while, talking about everything and nothing, until, after twenty minutes or so, the tone of the conversation changed.
“Hey Bones?” Jim said, running his fingers down the valley between the long muscles running down the center of Len’s back, then caressing his ass.
“Mmm?” Len said, not removing his lips from where they’d ended up on Jim’s neck. Jim didn’t reply immediately, so he kept working on Jim’s neck. He shifted his weight so Jim was mostly under him, and it also didn’t hurt that this change in position let Jim get both hands on his ass, which he enjoyed immensely. He worked his lips back up Jim’s neck to his mouth, where he applied a long kiss of appreciation. He could feel his breathing picking up in time with Jim’s, and noticed that the cuddling had quite definitely become something else.
He ran his tongue around the shell of Jim’s ear, and gently sucked on his earlobe, before following up on Jim’s question, whispering right into his ear.
“What’d you wanna ask me, Jim?”
“Just if I could blow you, since I thought we might be feeling up to it soon,” Jim said.
Len chuckled. “Who’d say no to that?”
Jim hooked his arm around Len, and rolled them so Len was on his back, right where Jim wanted him. He straddled Len, and ran his hands appreciatively over everything he could see.
“Bones, you work out! Look at these awesome pecs,” he said, “and these abs! That’s not just from CPR, and jamming needles in people.”
“Nope,” Len said. “Gym time. And don’t you dare get sidetracked.”
“Not me,” Jim said, proving his point by kissing and nipping and licking every square inch of the pecs he’d just admired, and caressing the individual abdominal muscles, tracing their outlines with a finger. He ran his hands along the muscles that were just above Len’s sharply defined hip bones, and then held Len briefly at the hips.
“Turn over for me, baby?” Jim whispered. “Wanna see all of you.”
“As you wish,” Len said. He rolled over as Jim lifted his weight.
Jim spread his body over Len’s, kissing the back of his neck, and working a steady stream of kisses and touches of every kind down his back, noting every spot that made him twitch or shiver. He kneaded and stroked his ass, and made sure he’d touched every inch of Len’s reverse side, which was just as pleasing to him as the front had been. After several minutes, he encouraged Len to roll once more.
When he had Len on his back again, he lowered his weight onto him. They both sighed as their cocks, once again erect, ran along each other as Jim slowly moved his hips while they kissed. After a while, Jim pulled away from the kiss, and rapidly dragged his open lips down the center of Len’s front. Jim paused to admire the scenery up close, and couldn’t resist licking a stripe up Len’s cock, tonguing the head quickly.
“Jim,” Len panted, as he reached downwards for him.
“Don’t worry—I haven’t forgotten the rules. I just … had to do that,” Jim said. “I’ll get you dressed for the party.” He cocked his head at the pile on the nightstand. “You have a preference?”
Len raised an eyebrow. “Yellow box is flavored, if you’re into that. Otherwise, I’d recommend the blue box.”
Jim opened the yellow box. “Banana—appropriate, but nasty. Strawberry—hm. Vanilla is … vanilla. Oooh—minty. That okay with you, Bones?”
“It’s not going in my mouth, so whatever floats your boat, darlin’,” Len said, stroking Jim’s legs as he made his selection.
“Minty fresh it is, then.” Jim opened the packet and set the greenish condom on the bed next to them. “Now, where was I …”
Jim ran his hands along the insides of Len’s thighs, with the lightest of touches, and Len’s thighs parted. He continued to work his hands all over, stroking Len’s perineum, rolling his balls gently, and giving his fully-alert cock a few pulls through a cupped hand. Jim watched Len’s face, and saw him let his head fall back, eyes closing most of the way.
“Yeah, that’s it, all nice and relaxed,” Jim said. “You stay that way, all right? I’m not gonna break the rules, but it might feel like it. So trust me?”
Jim beamed down at him. “Awesome.”
Len didn’t quite have it in him at the moment to roll his eyes, and was more than curious about what Jim meant about it feeling like he was breaking the rules.
After a while more of his treatment, Jim observed Len’s eyes mostly close again, and saw his chance. He popped the condom in his mouth, and, making sure it wasn’t inside-out, used his lips and tongue to get it started.
Jim chuckled around his mouthful. He started rolling the condom down, using his lips and tongue.
“Holy fuck, Jim!”
Jim continued unrolling the minty condom, holding the bottom of Len’s shaft with one hand, and pinning Len gently by the hip with the other hand, so nobody would get injured. Using a combination of lips and tongue, he got the condom all the way unrolled, and licked his way back up to the top. He swirled his tongue around the crown, and began slowly moving his mouth up and down on Len’s cock, taking him a little deeper each time. Occasionally he pulled all the way back again, and applied extra suction and swirling to the head, and watched as Len’s hands clutched in the sheets.
Jim could swear he felt every sound Len made resonating through his own cock, which was more than ready to get some action, but would have to wait. Jim was busy, damn it. And he loved his job.
Jim kept going a little farther on each pass, until he took it all. He grinned (as much as one can in such a position) when Len’s hand grabbed into his hair, not pulling or shoving, but tagging along for a companionable ride. He felt Len’s hand clutch more tightly in his hair as his sounds grew louder and faster, so he picked up his pace and let Len add his own movements to the mix. All at once, Len’s hand grabbed hard in Jim’s hair, and his hips thrust up, while his voice crescendoed.
“Hnggh! Ah, Jim!”
Jim removed his hand from Len’s hip, which it was pointless to hold down anymore, and reached for the hand that Len was holding a fistful of bedsheets in, replacing the bedsheets with his own hand as he gave a few more swirls and gentle sucks to Len’s softening cock. He let it go, and kissed his way up Len’s heaving belly and kissed his mouth, hoping the minty flavor wasn’t too annoying.
It apparently wasn’t, as Len returned the kiss wholeheartedly, turning to his side to embrace Jim. Jim remembered that Len got chilly last time, so he reached down and pulled up the top-sheet and the comforter, which they had flung away earlier. Len made a contented sound, snuggling in close to Jim, kissing and caressing him freely.
“I’ll be delighted to return that favor in a moment, sweetheart, but I’ll warn you in advance there’s no way I can come close to … that. Which was … um. Pretty fucking amazing,” Len said, once he was up to talking again.
“Hey,” Jim said, brushing Len’s hair off his forehead, “I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Okay?”
“Oh, I’m comfortable all right,” Len said, “but I wouldn’t call the BJ my best event. Especially compared to your gold medal winner there.” He removed the condom, knotting it and wadding it up in tissues. He cleaned himself off with another tissue, and tossed the whole mess into the wastebasket, conveniently placed so he didn’t even have to get up.
“What is your best event?” Jim asked, predictably.
Len chuckled throatily. “Oh, you’ll see, darlin’. You’ll see.”
“Maybe … in an hour or so?” Jim asked hopefully.
“Well, now,” Len said slowly, looking over to the clock on the nightstand. “What time does that alarm there go off in the morning?”
“Four thirty,” Jim said.
“So we’ve got tons of time,” Jim said. “Tons. Wait—you don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?”
Len shook his head. “Well, not at the hospital. Not till the next day. But since I’ll be keepin’ you up half the night, I’ll damned well be out in the barn with you in the morning. So as long as you’ll agree to my help in the morning, I think we could probably fit in … a little something more tonight. After I take care of you just now, that is.”
“But … not with your best event?” Jim asked.
“Nope—even with you eggin’ me on, it’s gonna take at least an hour for me to get it up again,” Len said, “which is required for my best event.”
“Sweet,” Jim said. “But please, please, don’t say ‘egg.’”
Len laughed, and flipped Jim playfully so he was flat on his back. “Sorry,” he said. “Lemme help you forget I said that.”
Len took both of Jim’s hands and slid them slowly, slowly up the bed, until his arms were over his head. They were diagonal on the bed, so his hands were just hanging off the edge of the bed. Len gently pinned him with one hand on both of Jim’s wrists. He couldn’t ignore the look that created on Jim’s face, and definitely couldn’t overlook the fact that Jim’s erection had suddenly gone from half-mast to flying at peak.
“Hmm,” Len whispered in Jim’s ear. “You like that. You like being pinned down, just a little bit?”
"Not gonna lie," Jim panted, fully turned on again.
“Your dick sure can’t lie,” Len said. “You love it. Don’t move.” The sheets rustled as Len got up and out of the bed. He opened Jim’s closet, and found a belt hanging on a hook. “This should do nicely.”
“Oh god,” Jim whimpered. “You are a pushy bastard. I knew it. Behind the dumpster, I just knew it!”
“You liked that, huh,” Bones growled into Jim’s ear, crouching over him on the bed once more, the belt in a coil next to Jim’s hands. “You liked it when I put you up against the wall, held you up with my weight.”
“God yes,” Jim groaned.
“Do you want me to tie your hands down?” Len said. “I won’t do it unless you ask me to.”
Jim closed his eyes, still breathing hard. He nodded.
“Say it out loud, Jim,” Len said. “I need you to say it out loud.”
Eyes still closed, Jim nodded again. “Yes,” he whispered. “Do it.”
“What will you say if you need out?” Len asked.
“Eggs,” Jim said.
Len chuckled. “Yeah, that’s not gonna slip out by accident. So be it.”
Len kissed Jim, long and deep, while he held his wrists down gently.
“Fuck, Bones, do it, do it!” Jim begged, turning his forearms so his palms were together.
“As you wish,” Len said. He wrapped the belt around Jim’s wrists once, then again, and passed one end under the rail of the bed frame. The belt was tight on Jim’s wrists, but not pulled hard against the bed frame. There was plenty of slack, but Jim wasn’t going anywhere.
“Tighter,” Jim whispered, eyes still closed.
“Look at me, Jim,” Len said softly.
Jim’s eyes opened a crack. Just enough to see Len shake his head.
“Not this time,” Len said. “You’re not going anywhere, but I’m not gonna risk you getting a dislocated shoulder. Pull your hands,” he commanded.
Jim tugged, and his hands didn’t slip out.
“See? You won’t get out, but I’m not gonna risk you hurting your shoulders. Okay?”
Jim nodded. “Okay.”
“If you … need more, we can work our way up to it,” Len whispered, right in his ear. “But not yet. Not tonight.”
“Okay,” Jim whispered again.
“Now. Pull your hands. Hard.”
Jim’s lats tensed as he followed Len’s instructions.
“You’re not going anywhere, see?”
Jim groaned. “Jesus, Bones. You … look at me,” he said. “I am so totally not goin’ anywhere.”
“I see you,” Len said. “So pretty, all stretched out for me. Looks like I’m hardly gonna even have to touch that gorgeous cock to make you come.” He purposely accentuated his drawl, knowing that his voice turned Jim on.
“And darlin’, I know you like it when I talk to you,” Len murmured, in between applying kisses to Jim’s chest and upper body, “but pretty soon I’m gonna have quite a mouthful, so enjoy it while you can.” He kissed his way from one nipple to the other, with one hand on each lat. He worked his lips across to one of Jim’s lats, feeling the tightness of the muscle.
“Mmm, latissimus dorsi,” Len murmured into the muscle in question, “pectoralis major, pectoralis minor, teres major, triceps, biceps,” he said, brushing his lips across each muscle in turn, and then returning to kiss Jim’s open lips. Jim lifted his head up to push into the kiss, making his neck muscles stand out, ropelike. Len couldn’t resist those cords, and licked his way down, replacing the sheen of clean, salty sweat with a new moisture.
He reached across Jim to the nightstand, and randomly grabbed a condom from the yellow box. He didn’t even bother to see what flavor it was, because he wasn’t going to be paying any attention to that aspect of what was about to be in his mouth.
He sat up to get a good look at Jim. He was a total vision, skin pale against the navy blue sheets, blue irises reduced to thin rings around the deepest black, head thrown back to expose his long, thick neck. His chest heaved at every breath, and his cock was straining at the empty air. A thin string of precome connected it to his belly, to which it had been, until a moment ago, pressed by Len’s weight.
Len had to swallow hard at the picture before him. He could look for hours, but the heaving of Jim’s chest, and his whimpering, and his weeping cock, all reminded Len that he had some business to attend to. He desperately wanted to just engulf Jim’s cock with his mouth, to taste the salt of the precome, to feel the heat of it, to feel every nuance, but fluids were fluids, and orifices were orifices, and rules were rules. He tore the condom packet open, and set the pink condom (strawberry? Cherry? He didn’t even care) on the bed next to them.
“Look at you,” Len said hoarsely, as he ran his hands up and down Jim’s body one more time. “So perfectly gorgeous.”
He anchored the base of Jim’s cock with one hand, and traced up and down its length with one finger of his other hand. Jim made a strangled sound as Len dipped his finger into the precome welling up from the tiny slit, and spread it all over the head of Jim’s cock.
“Now,” Len said, as he pinched the tip of the condom and started unrolling it, in a conventional manner, “I may not have the fancy moves, but you don’t look like you’re having too bad of a time, there.”
Before Jim could reply, Len popped his mouth over the head of Jim’s cock. Jim yelled out loud, and the bed jerked as his bound hands yanked at the bed rail they were tethered to. His yell morphed into steady groans, in time with Len’s movement of lips and tongue. Len’s hand filled in at the base of Jim’s cock.
Jim’s unabashed and expressive moans and groans, combined with the obvious signs from his body that he was enjoying himself immensely, did wonders to take away Len’s self-consciousness about the adequacy of his performance after Jim’s earlier work on him. He found himself thoroughly enjoying his task, relishing every sound and movement Jim made. He got bolder with his mouth, testing his own limits.
He came up for air, and enjoyed having another look at Jim from above. When he saw how Jim’s thighs were spread, wantonly displaying everything there was to display, Len knew what else he needed to do. He first kissed his way back up Jim’s body, and briefly latched on to his mouth as he reached up to the nightstand again to grab the lube.
Len again anchored the base of Jim’s cock with one hand, and returned his mouth to the head of Jim’s cock, but this time his right hand took Jim’s invitation, first cupping and fondling his balls, and then moving down and back, massaging his perineum, and dipping in between his ass cheeks to tease at the tight hole between them.
“Uhhhhn, fuck yes Bones!” Jim cried, dispelling any doubt Len had about whether his next move would be okay.
Len uncapped the lube and quickly squeezed just the right amount out, covering the fingers of his right hand. He let the gel warm for a moment before touching Jim again. The bed jerked again as soon as his fingers found their target. He began gently circling the hole with his index finger, while his mouth returned to its action.
Len’s tongue circled, and his finger circled. He was enjoying the hell out of hearing Jim, and when his index finger popped inside, seemingly of its own accord, the bed jerked again, and Jim let out a low keen. Len worked his finger in slowly, and Jim pushed towards him. Len pushed in a little farther, and crooked his finger upwards to stroke exactly the right spot.
Len popped his mouth off Jim’s cock for just a moment, to sneak a look at his face, and was glad he did. Jim was the very picture of debauchery, his head thrown back, mouth open, eyes rolled back in his head, hands straining at the bonds that turned him on. He returned his lips and tongue to Jim’s cock, swirling and sucking, while his finger stroked Jim’s prostate in time with the movements of his mouth.
“FuckBonesI … hnnnggh!”
Jim’s whole body tensed like a high-voltage power line, and his groan ceased as he ran out of air. Len continued to caress him, with mouth and hands, through the peak of his orgasm. He became mildly concerned about how long Jim was going without breathing in again, but also felt not a little smug.
Smugness was nearly taken over by concern, but then Jim went limp, and began to breathe again in panting sighs. Len crouched over him, and undid the belt that tethered Jim’s hands to the rail of the bed frame. Jim still didn’t move, so Len moved his arms for him, to give his shoulders a break. As he did so, he noticed the red marks on Jim’s wrists where he had strained hard against the belt, causing its edges to dig into his skin.
He cleaned his hands off with tissues from the box on the nightstand, and grasped one of Jim’s hands. Jim clutched onto him, and rolled to the side to curl up against Len.
“You with the world again, sweetheart?” Len said.
“Bones, Bones … that was … I can’t …”
Jim gave up on finding the right words, and instead, wrapped himself around Len, and kissed him, twining his hand into Len’s hair. Len returned the kisses, reveling in the feel of Jim’s body trembling body next to his.
“If that wasn’t your best event, I am in deep, deep trouble,” Jim said, his words slurring ever so slightly. “’Cause holy hell, Bones.”
Len buried his face in Jim’s neck, breathing him in. They lay there together, gently touching and stroking each other, a little more slowly each time, until Jim stilled, and then twitched mightily a minute later.
Jim’s full-body jerk startled Len so badly that he yelped, which in turn woke Jim, who had fallen asleep.
“Wha … Bones—what’s wrong?”
Len laughed. “You twitched. I yelped. Romantic falling-asleep-together moment spoiled. Everything’s fine, otherwise. But you should get that condom off before we fall asleep. You don’t wanna wake up at four thirty with it still on.”
Jim grimaced. “But I don’t wanna get up now, either.”
“You’ll survive,” Len said.
Jim sat up, sighing, and cleaned up.
“See? That didn’t take long.”
“Yeah, but now I remember that I have to go to the bathroom,” Jim grumbled. “Be right back.”
“I’m next,” Len said. “And—can I borrow your robe?” he asked, pointing to the blue robe on a hook on the back of the door. “I gotta go downstairs and get my toothbrush.”
“I’ve got a zillion,” Jim said.
“Okay,” Len said, as he flopped down onto the bed and yawned. What was subjectively zero time later, Jim reappeared, and Len’s eyes opened as his warm body returned to the bed.
“You know, it won’t kill you to not brush your teeth just this once,” Jim said.
“Don’t tempt me,” Len said, as he hauled himself out of bed. “Holy shit it’s freezing in here.”
“Take the robe,” Jim said, “even though it covers you up.”
Len went to the bathroom, flushed and washed, and did a cursory toothbrushing. He returned to the bedroom, and hung the robe back on its hook. Shivering, he dived into the bed, and was delighted when Jim glommed on to him, like an octopus wrapped around a clam it was trying to open.
“Mmmm, Bones, you smell all sexy,” Jim said. Any trace of the fact that he’d been falling asleep not five minutes previously was gone.
Len scowled and shivered. “You got a second wind, didn’t you,” he accused.
“Yeah, but it’s only like ten. Tons of time. Remember?”
“Well, your dick may think it’s sixteen, but mine knows damned well it’s thirty-one. But c’mere,” Len said gruffly, pulling Jim even closer to him.
They spooned together perfectly, and soon, Len stopped shivering. His cold feet became warm, with Jim behind him and the down comforter over him.
“I guess I’m starting to see the appeal of a slightly chilly bedroom,” Len admitted. He sighed as Jim kissed the back of his neck. Len held Jim’s hand close to his own chest, stroking his thumb back and forth.
Jim’s breathing was deep and even, and Len braced himself for the twitching he thought would be coming again soon. But it didn’t.
“Thanks,” Jim said quietly.
“Uh, you’re welcome? But what for?”
“For …” Jim sighed, and continued. “For not thinking that was weird.”
There was a slight pause while Len tried to think of what Jim could mean, and gave up. “Not thinking what was weird?”
“The … thing with me wanting my hands tied down. Because … that whole thing? I kind of … well, it’s not really something I … get. And I don’t … uh … it isn’t something I usually tell people. But it was like you got it, without me even saying anything, and you just … got it. And it coulda been really, really weird, but you made it okay.”
Len turned over within Jim’s grasp, so he could talk face to face.
“It’s not weird, Jim. Everyone’s got their, well, kinks, for lack of a better word. And personally, I enjoyed seeing you get turned on like that.”
“And … it didn’t freak you out?” Jim asked.
“Jim, the only things that would freak me out are things that would get us arrested, or are dangerous, and might land one or the other of us in my emergency room. If you get off on a little mild restraint, well, I get off on you getting off.”
Len chuckled, and did what he could in their current position to get closer to Jim. “You’re pretty excellent yourself, darlin’.”
They continued to gently nuzzle each other, and make out in the way sleepy lovers do when they just can’t stop touching, just can’t bear to go to sleep, because there’s so much more pleasure to be had.
“So I’m kind of hoping something,” Jim said, not stopping what he was doing with his hands, which was exploring every muscle of Len’s back and shoulders.
“What’s that?” Len asked.
“I’m kinda hoping that your gold medal event might have something to do with me getting fucked,” Jim whispered.
“I’m kinda glad that’s what you’re hoping,” Len said. “But seriously. I still need a few minutes.”
“That’s okay. Let’s have pie.”
“Let’s do what now?”
Jim giggled. “Oh my god, Bones! That’s so …”
“Don’t you dare say ‘awesome,’” Len warned.
“Cute,” Jim concluded. “The southern thing. But pie. There’s apple pie in the fridge. Let’s go have some. For energy.”
Len considered the offer. “Sounds good, actually. Um … would you mind retrieving my clothes?”
“Sure thing, Bones.” Len watched as Jim hopped out of the bed, and dashed into the study, naked as the day he was born. He returned with a pile of clothing, and held Len’s pants out to him.
Len reached for the pants, but Jim pulled them back, grinning.
“Absolutely not,” Len said. “I am not strolling around your house naked as a jaybird, because (a), it’s freezing, and (b), if I recall correctly, there are windows in this house, and (c), on the one-in-a-million chance your mother comes home for some reason, that is not how I want to meet her.”
“Okay,” Jim said. “I’ll allow it.” He handed Len his clothes, and they both got dressed. “Besides, this way we get to strip each other again, which is hot. And here,” Jim said, rummaging in his closet. “Wear these.” He tossed a pair of slippers out towards Len.
“Thanks,” Len said. “My feet get cold.”
“I noticed,” Jim said dryly. “C’mon. Pie.”
Downstairs, Jim pulled the pie out of the refrigerator, and warmed up two generous slices in the microwave, and topped them each with a dollop of whipped cream. They sat next to each other at the table, and alternately ate and fed each other.
“You want some coffee?” Jim asked.
“Not if I ever want to sleep at all tonight. Which I’m not sure if I do. But I probably better not,” Len said.
“I’ve got decaf,” Jim said, as he started washing their plates.
Len came up behind him, and plastered the length of his body up against Jim’s, pushing him against the counter.
“I don’t think we have time for decaf,” he murmured in Jim’s ear, rubbing his groin back and forth across Jim’s rear.
Jim hastily rinsed the dishes and set them in the dish drainer, with Len right behind him the whole time. Jim turned around so they were facing each other, and Len leaned in to him, pressing Jim’s ass into the edge of the counter.
“Glad to hear it,” Jim said, before they were on each other again, bypassing anything shy or coy, and moving straight to intense. They were quickly breathing hard again, and Len was grinding into Jim, pushing him against the counter.
“Upstairs,” Len growled, “or I swear I’ll do you right here.”
Jim reluctantly moved away from the counter, missing Len’s weight against him right away, but knowing he’d have even better shortly. They dashed upstairs to Jim’s bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, Jim hauled Len’s shirt over his head, and Len thought he heard stitches popping as he did the same with Jim’s. Their knuckles collided as they tried to take each other’s pants off at the same time. They alternated between desperation at getting each other naked, and the need for constant contact. Naked won quickly, but constant contact then reigned supreme.
They exchanged sloppy open-mouthed kisses, as their hands explored each other’s bodies like they’d never touched before. Len emitted a low purring sound as Jim lowered them both down onto the bed. Jim rolled onto his back, pulling Len’s weight down onto him.
“So,” Jim said breathlessly, “please say you’re dying to fuck me.”
“You better believe it, Farm Boy,” Len replied in a whispery growl.
“As you wish,” Jim said. “And you do realize, if I’m Farm Boy, then you’re Princess Buttercup.”
“Buttercup my ass,” Len said.
“I don’t know what that is, but maybe we can try that—hnnnnh, Bones …”
Len rocked his hips back and forth, sliding their cocks across each other’s abdomens. Jim grabbed onto Len’s ass, encouraging his movements.
“How do you want me, Bones? Ass in the air? Flat on my belly? Face to face?”
Len pulled away slightly, looking down at Jim from all fours. “Eager to get on with it, are we?”
“Um, yeah …”
Len chuckled. “Well, then.” He got up on his knees, and studied Jim briefly. He grabbed a large pillow from the head of the bed, and slapped Jim lightly on the side of his ass. “Lift up.”
Jim lifted his hips, and Len stuck the pillow underneath him. “That oughta do it. Enough with the damned logistics.” He dove down to kiss Jim on the lips again, and this time, Jim wrapped his legs around Len’s middle, pulling their bodies together tightly. Len showered Jim’s face and neck with kisses, and worked his body through the tunnel of Jim’s grabby legs to proceed downwards, worshiping Jim’s chest and belly with lips, tongue, and hands.
Len’s hands encouraged Jim to let his legs go, ghosting his hands along the insides of Jim’s thighs. The dim light of the bedroom cast a perfect glow over him, spread out trustingly for Len to do with as he wanted. That thought, that Jim trusted him so deeply, sent a warm surge through Len, emphasizing his desire to make the sex absolutely perfect for Jim.
Len’s mind reeled with the impact of that sudden understanding. He sat there motionless for long enough that Jim decided something was wrong.
“Bones? What’s up?”
“I …” Len cleared his throat. “Nothin’, sweetheart. Everything’s just fine.” He let his cheek run down the inside of Jim’s leg, and then kissed and fondled everything he found in the middle, as if to prove his point that everything was, in fact, perfect.
“Yeah, it is, isn't it,” Jim sighed.
Len couldn’t help himself, and worked his way back up to the head of the bed, and kissed Jim some more, and reveled in the attention he got as well. He pulled back to look at Jim’s face again. Jim’s eyes were shining just as much as Len imagined his own were.
“Bones,” Jim said, reaching up to caress Len’s face.
“Hey, darlin’,” Len said, smiling back down at him.
Jim reached up over his own head, and fumbled on the nightstand until his hand grabbed the lube, and a random box of condoms. He set them on the bed at waist level, and batted his eyelashes.
“Yeah, okay; I can take a hint,” Len said, kissing Jim one more time before getting busy lower down. “Especially one as unsubtle as that.”
He lubed up the fingers of one hand, and slid the edge of his hand over Jim’s perineum, until his fingers went between the cheeks of the perfect ass Len was admiring. Jim responded by letting one leg fall open, and swinging the other one over Len’s shoulder to get it out of the way. Len felt Jim shiver as he began circling his fingers around and around, and Jim groaned as the index finger popped inside.
This time, rather than going straight for Jim’s prostate, Len had a different goal. He started circling, pulling, gently stretching the circular muscle from the inside. His other hand stroked Jim’s cock, feeling its hot weight, its silky smoothness, the moisture at the tip. As he slowly worked his hand up and down the shaft, he pulled his one finger out, and let it return to its target along with a second finger.
Jim’s hands clenched in the sheets, and he made a sound that was half hiss, half groan.
“Sorry,” Len said. “Too much too soon?”
“Fuck no,” Jim said, panting slightly. “More, more-more-more.”
Len’s paired fingers circled the inside of the tight ring of muscle, feeling it become more pliable. He paused at the twelve-o’clock position, and slowly slid the two fingers inside, until he felt the landmark he was searching for. He stroked Jim’s prostate, and Jim produced a voiceless groan, pushing back at Len with his entire body. At the same time, Len continued his attentions to Jim’s cock, making Jim move the opposite direction, until Len had Jim literally writhing, not knowing which way to move his body to get the most sensation.
Len pulled his fingers out briefly to add more lube, and returned to his task with three fingers this time.
“Fuck, Bones!” Jim whined, actually whined, Leonard realized. “Do it now, please, please!”
“Do what, darlin’?” Len asked, massaging Jim’s prostate.
“Fuck me now; shove your huge perfect cock up my ass, because I’m getting too close and I want you inside when I come!” Jim blabbed, as if the entire sentence were one long word.
“Mmm, good answer,” Len said, “but remember that rule about nobody gettin’ hurt? Just be patient, sugah, and it’ll all work out.”
Len worked his fingers apart and together, stretching every which way, until he was sure Jim was ready. He fumbled with a condom packet, wishing he’d thought to open it before becoming coated in the slipperiest substance known to man, but eventually reached his goal, and quickly put the condom on himself, covering it thickly with lube. Jim stroked every part of Len he could reach.
They locked eyes as Len lined the head of his penis up at Jim’s entrance. He began pushing in, slowly, slowly, giving Jim time to adjust, and going slowly enough that he himself wouldn’t come just from seeing what was happening and feeling the incredible, perfect tightness. They groaned together when Len bottomed out, balls brushing Jim’s ass. Len froze there for a moment, every fiber of every muscle in his body quivering.
“Bones,” Jim groaned, clutching at Len’s ass, “oh god this is so perfect.”
Len found he wasn’t able to reply verbally, so he answered by pulling nearly all the way out and pushing back in again. Jim’s clutching hands encouraged his movement. He adjusted his angle for the next thrust, and knew from Jim’s reaction that he had it right.
“Go, Bones, go!” Jim begged, so Len did, setting a steady rhythm. Their sounds mingled, crossing each other, until neither could tell who was making what noises, who was saying what words or half-words.
Jim’s cock was trapped between their bellies, which were growing slick with precome. After a few minutes, Jim started arching up to Bones, who then propped himself on one forearm and slipped his hand between their bodies to work Jim’s cock. Almost as soon as he touched Jim, Jim arched up, clutching Len’s ass hard, keeping their bodies together, stilling Len’s movements, and then Len felt semen spurting on his hand, and Jim’s muscles clenching and unclenching around him.
Jim looked up at him, pupils blown, still panting. “Go, Bones; wanna see you come.”
Len took him at his word, and resumed his pace, which soon picked up of its own accord. Jim’s hands were everywhere, flicking his nipples one moment, kneading his ass the next. When his rhythm sped up more and stuttered, Jim’s hand reached up to his face, and as Len came, their eyes were locked together. His vision closed in to a narrow tunnel, until all he could see was two bright blue gems, as he collapsed, spent, onto Jim’s body.
Len heard static in his ears, which gradually turned into Jim’s murmuring.
“There’s my Bones, my perfect, gorgeous Bones,” Jim whispered. “You back with me, now?”
“Always was,” Len said, once he had control of his voice again. He pulled out of Jim gently, and they rolled to one side, kissing and stroking until they could breathe normally again. Len peeled the condom off himself and disposed of it, moving as little as possible, and hauled the covers back over both of them on his way down. Len nestled into Jim, taking the role of the big spoon this time.
“That was pretty spectacular,” Jim said, kissing Len’s hand.
“Goes both ways, darlin’,” Len said. The arm he’d wrapped around Jim cradled him protectively, hand resting on the center of Jim’s chest. They were both exhausted, but content.
“I don’t know if I’ve ever been this happy,” Jim said, covering Len’s hand with his own. “I really, really liked everything about this afternoon, and tonight. Everything.”
“Me too, Jim. Me too.”
“Merry Christmas, Bones,” Jim said with the last of his alertness.
Len pulled Jim’s arm to him even more tightly, and clutched his hand. “Merry Christmas to you, too, Jim.”