This wasn’t supposed to happen. This is the opposite of what friends should be doing. Leonard worries about it for minutes, thinking about quitting this - whatever it is - it has to stop before it really begins. But then Jim turn around, facing him, and he throws him a sleepy smile. “Hey,” he says softly, fingers running gently over Bones’ chest, “stop worrying.” “I’m not worrying,” Leonard replies, but Jim shakes his head. “I know you, I can tell apart those ‘grumpy, Jim’s pestering me’ shoulders, and ‘grumpy, Jim’s pestering me’ shoulders.” Bones huffs, though Jim grins. “See? I knew it,” he says, “what’s bothering you?” “We just had sex.” “Yes.” “Jim. We just… had sex.” “Yes,” Jim repeats. "Jim…“ “I heard you the first two times,” Jim says, “why does that make you worry?” “Because, relationships are messy, and we’re friends and-” “Wow, dude,” Jim says, sitting up straight, “who said anything about relationships? Can we just be friends who have great sex when either of us is dtf?” “Dtf?” Bones repeats, and Jim huffs. “Down to f-” “Got it,” Bones interrupts him, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. Feelings get involved, and shit.” “C'mon, both of us don’t do relationships. We’re just two guys who enjoy a drink together every now and then, and then some great sex. That can’t be bad. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Jim is right, Leonard realizes a couple days later, just after he lets himself fall down on the mattress next to Jim. Jim turns around with a grunt, lying down on his back instead. “You have some pent up frustrations,” he laughs, breathlessly so, and he turns to look at Bones instead. “Listen, when you continuously avoid medbay when your checkups are due, I’m going to be a little frustrated.” “I’m not complaining,” Jim says, “Hell, if I knew I’d get this out of this, I would’ve skipped out of medical checkups a long time ago.” Leonard huffs, too, running his hand over Jim’s chest. “You always skip your medical sessions.”
York Town leaves little time for them to spend together, but it’s fine. Bones works in the medical department during the day, and Jim spends hours in meetings. They agree to meet up in their favorite bar, but instead, they end up just drinking in Bones’ quarters. Bones has a small balcony, and so they sit outside, drinking beers and watching people go about their own lives. “I have a lot of internal struggles,” Jim says, out of the blue after a few seconds of peaceful silence. The artificial sun is setting, coloring the sky all kinds of pastel colors that remind both of them of Earth. “How are you struggling internally?” Bones asks, “are you okay?” “I mean,” Jim starts thoughtfully, his hand reaching out to rest on Bones’ thigh, “you know that feeling when you’re conflicted, because on one hand they opened a great new burger bar and I really want a cheeseburger. On the other hand, though, I also want sex. So it’s like; do I want to do you, or do I want cheeseburgers?” “That’s your struggle?” Bones asks, frowning lightly. “You had me worried for a second!” “Take my struggles seriously!” Jim counters, and Bones grins. “Well,” he says, “the burger bar delivers. Think we can have a quickie before they get here?” At that suggestion, Jim gets up instantly. “Oh, I bet we can do more than one.”
For a long time, this actually works out quite well. They’re just them, the same Jim and Bones who enjoy watching sports games, drink in the bar while the Enterprise warps through deep space. They’re still the same Jim and Bones who bicker about pretty much everything. It’s just that this time, there’s also sex involved, and it’s pretty great. Jim sometimes texts Bones positions they can try out, along with his usual message spamming. Bones often tells him off, but occasionally comes with suggestions himself - all of which Jim is happy to try.
But then Bones finds himself a little too comfortable in Jim’s company. Jim starts sleeping over a lot more, and Bones does, too, when he’s over at Jim’s quarters. They move from casual sex and parting ways in the morning, to sex that’s more intense than casual fun and stress relief. Sometimes, it’s initial heavy make-out sessions and would-be sex, if they didn’t get too distracted talking deep into the night, about everything and nothing. And instead of splitting ways in the morning, they get dressed together in the bathroom. Or rather, Jim showers while Bones shaves, and the other way around. Bones has a couple uniforms in Jim’s wardrobe, an unspoken agreement that just kind of happened. They share breakfast together and only part ways when Jim heads to the bridge, and Bones heads to medbay.
“You’re worrying again,” Jim points out, late at night. “You should be asleep,” Bones says, and Jim huffs, moving an arm around Bones’ waist and he presses himself against Bones’ back. “So should you,” he says, “but you’re worrying.” Bones is quiet for a few seconds, thinking about just how much he enjoys being so close in Jim’s presence. “Look at us,” Bones says, gesturing at the two of them. “I much rather look at you,” Jim replies. Bones takes a deep breath, then turns to his back so he can look at Jim properly. “Listen to yourself,” he says, “this isn’t casual, Jim. We’re not casual.” Jim listens quietly, frowning lightly. “Hey,” he says, “you’re making a big deal out of nothing. Are you not having fun?” “Of course I’m having fun,” Bones says, “but I’d have more fun knowing my feelings are reciprocated.” "Reciprocated,” Jim repeats slowly, before cracking a smile, “Mr. Sensitive.” “Mr Sensitive?” Bones repeats, and he opens he mouth to protest that, but Jim leans in to kiss him instead. “I promise you,” Jim says quietly, his fingers brushing just over Bones’ cheek, “those feelings are reciprocated.”
Man, this was a difficult colour. I tried to think of a clever way to relate it to the colour, to figure out how to connect a Karl picture to brown. I wondered if I could somehow connect chocolate to him, but then I just got hungry and ate some chocolate.
But you know what? The answer was always there, staring at me. It should actually be one of the easiest colours. Karl is a beautiful brunette! His hair is brown! So here is a selection of my favourite images highlighting this beautiful mane <3
Bonus: McKirk in some fabulous brown coats :D (Karl’s floof is particularly spectacular in this photo)
Jim: I feel awful
Bones: Why could that be?
Jim: Hmm let me think.
Jim: Well shit, I don’t think I took my medicine today Bones.
Bones:… *is glaring*
Bones: … Why did you not take your medicine?
Jim: I woke up late to get to the bridge and-
Bones: Does this look like the face of a man who GIVES A FUCK?!
Spamming with photos of my altars, but Michaels had huge sales on florals - got garlands for $3! They also had a metal shadow box looking thing for $15, and a 40% off coupon. I can add photos of my family later.