"I can't believe I let you talk me into this."

"Oh stop grumbling, you know you love this. Besides as my boyfriend you are obligated to take me to things like this." The small brunette smiled down at him as she finished applying the black and white face paint to his scowling features. "Stop pouting, you'll ruin the lines."

"Joce, I get that you want me to take you to the haunted house so you have someone to cling to while you scream in my ear, but why do I have to be in costume?"

"Because Leo, it's Halloween and it's your first night off in two weeks and I said so." She smiled at him as he sighed, but she didn't miss the slight quirk at the corner of his mouth.

Leonard stood up and went to the full length mirror in the corner of Jocelyn's bedroom to admire the overall look. He was wearing black sweat pants and a black hoodie with a full skeleton painted on them, front and back, in glow in the dark fabric paint. Even his face was painted to resemble a skull. "I have to admit, you did a fantastic job with this costume. Very accurate."

"Well I knew nothing short of perfectly realistic would do for my Med student boyfriend." She stood slightly behind him in a skimpy faerie costume that appeared to be trailing glitter everywhere she walked. "Do my wings look straight to you?"

Leonard stopped looking at himself and considered the girl behind him in the mirror. he turned to her with a determined look on his face, "Turn around, they are just slightly off." She did as she was asked and he nudged the wire framed wings strapped to her back just slightly to the left, leaned back to take another look and decided they were satisfactory. "There, perfect."

She turned back around and gave him a brilliant smile, "I'd kiss you but I don't want to ruin all my hard work before we make it out the door." Instead she put her fingers to her lips and blew him a kiss. he could almost see the glitter fly towards him from her hand. She really was covered in it. No need for reflective tape, he's be walking the streets with a literal disco ball. "Come on, we'll be late meeting up with Sara and Keith." She grabbed his hand and dragged him out the door of her small apartment and down towards the street.

The sidewalk was crowded with dozens of other college students dressed in a myriad of costumes ranging from humorous to grotesque, but they were all in good spirits as they made their way through town. When Leonard and jocelyn got to the next block a short and curvy blonde dressed as a "sexy bumblebee" complete with wings and a stinger began to wave enthusiastically. The tall, thin scarecrow standing next to her was less excitable but did give the pair and wide smile. "Oh my god Joce, you look amazing!" The blonde practically screamed once they had reached each other.

"You look bee-utiful to Sara!" The two men groan audibly at her pun, but the girls barely noticed them.

"Looking good Keith, is that real straw?" Leo poked at the tufts of tan grass sticking out from every conceivable spot on the scarecrow costume.

"Naw, its synthetic. The real stuff makes me itch." Leonard nodded his understanding. "So we ready for some Halloween thrills and chills girls. I hear they went all out on the theatrics this year. Even brought in actors from last month's Ren Fest to fill out the cast of spooks."

"I don't know guys, what if it's really scary. I can't even watch a whole horror movie without running from the room." Sara grabbed Keith's arm and and pouted up at him.

"Don't worry babe, that's why you've got me." Keith gave her a squeeze. For all their differences Leonard couldn't think of two better paired people. He almost envied them.

He loved Jocelyn, but sometimes he didn't quite understand how they were together. Like two puzzle pieces that look like they fit together but the edges didn't quite fit completely. They had been together for a couple of years now, and both their families seemed to be waiting for the day they would just settle down and get married. Even Jocelyn seemed to want things to go that way sometimes, but Leonard just couldn't see spending the rest of his life with her. He also didn't really see a reason not to though.

Jocelyn clung to his arm as they walked towards the warehouse that was being utilized for the night's festivities. The company that owned it had recently moved to a larger facility but decided to rent it out for the month before putting it up for sale. The story was that the owner was talked into this deal by his son who was a big fan of the holiday. The outside looked plain enough, just another warehouse among many, except for a large "Haunted House" banner hanging above the entrance and the blood drenched clown working the door. The four of them paid the admission fee and made their way inside the first room.

The room was simple enough, there was a witch and a cauldron sitting atop a fake fire. She cackled and spoke the scripted warning to wary travelers that they may not want to head further inside or lest they being driven mad from fright, and anyone with a heart condition or who was pregnant should head back now.

Jocelyn seemed to find it mildly amusing but Leonard thought he saw Sara grab onto Keith a little tighter as they made their way to the next area. This room was made up to look like a torturous prison, complete with screaming electric chair victim. While the lighting tricks and sudden yells from the actors got a jump out of the four here and there Leonard was finding the whole thing rather tame and mildly amusing.

The next area was the insane asylum, lobotomies and even a rack were present there. Then came a cave like area complete with live snakes and lizards crawling about, yet carefully housed to keep them separate from the guests. As they were more than likely borrowed from a pet store or reptile show and it wouldn't do to have them stepped on by guests. Sara and Joce seemed particular scared of them and grabbed onto their respective dates as they made their way through.

It was the next room that put Leonard on guard. It was a fog filled graveyard inhabited by the living dead. The makeup was extraordinary, dead eyes and flesh hanging off, there were even a few missing limbs and hands reaching up from the ground. The dead coming back to life had always unnerved him, maybe it was the doctor in him that didn't like it. Death was natural, this was not, but it didn't make it impossible.

Leonard was pushing through the room with determination, trying to hide the panic rising in his chest. He wanted to run, but that would not work being in a group as he was. They were almost to the end of the area and Leonard's eyes were focused on the ground as a crawling zombie reached for their feet when a hand reached out from behind him and touched his shoulder with a moan. Leonard reacted without thought, swinging around and punching the zombie right in the face.

The zombie yelled and fell backwards, his hands reaching to his face as blood started pouring out of his nose. "Fuck!"

"Oh shit, I am so sorry. I-I don't know what came over me. Jesus." Leonard fumbled over his words in his embarrassment. He reaches down to help his unwitting victim back to his feet. "Let me take a look, it might be broken."

Zombie guy stands and gingerly touches his nose while looking towards the ceiling, "Oh yeah it's broken.I can tell. It's not the first time, probably won't be the last either."

Leonard is pretty sure that zombie guy is smiling as the blood trickles down his face. "I really am sorry."

"Don't sweat it, occupational hazard. I usually duck faster than that." Zombie guy tries to wave him off before the next group comes through but Leonard is still upset with himself for overreacting so badly. Meanwhile Keith is laughing quietly at the scene while Sara whimpers slightly as the whole fiasco hasn't stopped the rest of the Zombies from doing their jobs.

"At least let me set it for you, I'm a Med student, should be easy enough. Do they have a First Aid kit around here somewhere?" Leonard offers.

Zombie guy eyes him for a moment while Jocelyn nods enthusiastically from behind Leonard. "Yeah okay, I think there's one backstage." He reaches into the blackness behind him to find the hidden door latch that opens up the wall unto a brightly lit hallway.

"You guys go ahead I'll catch up with you." Leonard tell the others as he heads through the opening into the backstage area behind zombie guy.

They walk down the hall a ways till they turn around a corner and come to what seems to be a changing room. Old metal lockers line the walls with new padlocks on them, obviously being used by the cast members to hold their things while they work. There is also a couple long metal benches running down the middle of the room with a tall metal table sitting between them. On the table,amongst the many stage makeup kits, Leonard spot the telltale red cross symbol on a white plastic case and grabs it as zombie guy takes a seat. He throws back the hood of his costume to reveal short, dirty blond hair that seems to have a bit of curl to it. He sighs as he kicks his feet out, he must have been standing in that alcove for hours now.

Once Leonard gets what he needs from the First Aid kit he walks over to stand in front of zombie guy who opens his legs so Leonard can get closer. He stares up at Leonard, calm and unbothered by his presence, or the hands on his face. Leonard looks him in the eye, which are a pale greenish-white from the zombie contacts, places his fingers gingerly on the sides of his nose, "On the count of three, ready?"

"Go for it man." zombie guy gives him a slight grin as he stares up at him.

"One...two…", he pops the cartilage back into shape, "three."

"Ow.. I thought you said on three." Zombie guy whines a bit as Leonard places some tape on his nose to hold it in place.

"They say it hurts less if it's a surprise." Leonard heads into an adjoining bathroom area and washes the zombie makeup off his fingers. "You might wanna wash some of that blood off your face now."

"Naw, it adds realism to the look." He shoots what Leonard can only describe as a brilliantly bright smile at him, and he stops breathing for a second. "I'm Jim by the way, Jim Kirk, and I must say it was a pleasure to get hit in the face by you Bones." He stands and heads towards Leonard with his hand out stretched.

"Bones?" Leonards looks quizzically at Jim who just points down at Leonards costume with a grin. Leonard chuckles a bit, having forgotten he was even in costume, and takes Jim's hand giving it a hearty shake, "Name's McCoy, Leonard McCoy." If he holds onto it a little longer than he should no one seems to mind.

The two men stare at each other for a moment in comfortable silence, then suddenly Jim lets go of his hand and turns towards the hallway. "Well Bones it's been great, but we should get you back to your friends."

"Yeah, yeah you're right. How far do you think they got?" Leonard tries to hide the blush creeping up to his cheeks by pretending to look at his watch. They suddenly hear what can only be described as a blood curdling scream from down the hall a little ways. "Well, that sounded like Sara."

"I think it came from the spider room." Leonard wasn't sure how but Jim seemed to get a little paler at the realization. "Uhm," he started hesitantly to point down the hall towards the sound,"It's this way." They get a little ways down the hall to a door with a post-it note on it stating 'Spider room'. "Just head on through there, and you'll find them easy enough."

Leonard couldn't help but grin a little at Jim's obvious discomfort, "You're not coming?" Jim's eyes got a little wider and his mouth opened as if to speak but no sound came out, "A zombie afraid of spiders, never would have guessed." Leonard slapped him on the shoulder as he turned to open the door. "It's alright. I got this. Take care Jim, and remember next time, duck!"

Later that night when he and Jocelyn are alone, if it was someone else's smile he was thinking of while he came he didn't dwell on it.

Leonard had never had any doubts about his sexuality, he was bi. It seemed so simple to him, both genders had their own set of positive attributes and why cut yourself off from half the world's pleasures. Unfortunately it was something he learned early in life to keep mostly to himself till he was sure of the reactions he would get from the people around him. It wasn't that he was ashamed of it, he was just tired of getting beat up by small minded rednecks.

His college years had been a true eye opener for him, people he met in his undergraduate years were much more accepting and he did his fair share of experimentation. Having an intimate knowledge of the human anatomy and what it could do certainly made him popular with any of the willing partners he found.

It was in his fourth year that he met Jocelyn. She was a couple years younger than him and she just seemed to light up any room she was in. It certainly didn't hurt that she had come from a good southern family and that his parents loved her, and her family was thrilled at the thought of having a doctor in the family. It was almost a year into their relationship before he told her about his sexuality. It had scared him to death that she would reject him, that is why he waited so long to say anything. He sometimes wonders why he had decided to tell her when he did.

It was after a trip back to her home for her cousin's wedding. Everything was lovely, fresh flowers covered every conceivable surface, and Joce had been radiant in a baby blue sundress. Her mother and aunt were relentless though. Subtle hints towards when he might propose, and how lovely Joce would look in a flowing white gown. They even hinted at how cute their kids would be. By the end of the reception Leonard could barely walk a straight line from all the free champagne.

He wonders sometimes if he had told her after they got back to campus because he thought she might break it off, saving him from the enviable walk down the aisle both their families saw in the future for them. She was unpredictably open minded about it. She knew he was smart enough to be safe and as long as there was only her now his past didn't matter. Leonard had been both relieved and disappointed at her response.

Part of him believed that she knew about his misgivings. Sometimes he would look at her when she couldn't see him looking and he would see a sort of sadness in her eyes he couldn't find a reason for. Jocelyn never mentioned marriage or their future to him, and would shush her family when they would bring it up around them. He knew she thought about both, but in a wistful fantasy kind of way. It was as if she didn't see them staying together forever either, but not for the same reasons. He hated himself a little bit for that.

It had been a couple of days since the trip to the haunted house and Leonard had just about forgotten about the intriguing young man he had met there. Or so he thought. He was making a much needed trip to the grocery store to refill his cupboards as he had been too busy with work and classes to make sure he had food to eat when he say a familiar head of dirty blond hair in the produce section. "Jim?"

The man turned towards him and Leonard's breathe was taken away by the incredibly blue eyes staring back at him. It wasn't fair for someone to have eyes that blue, how could another person be expected to continue functioning properly while looking into those eyes. He was so taken by the color that he missed the confused look on the man's face for a moment. "It's me, Leonard. We met at the haunted house, I broke your nose."

Recognition dawned on Jim's face as his eyes went wide with delight. If Leonard had any doubt it was him, the smile that shone at him now prove it was. It also caused a slight tightening in his pants that he had not expected. "Bones!" Jim reached over and gave Leonard's should a good slap, "Man, I didn't recognize you without the face paint. It's good to see you man."

"Yeah, you to Jim." Leonard took a moment to actually look at the rest of Jim's face, new tape was placed on his nose and there was slight bruising under his eyes, which seemed to make his eyes brighter, they actually sparkled, how was this fair. Leonard needed to stop staring into Jim's eyes before the other man started to think there was something wrong with him.

"So you made it through the rest of the haunted house in one piece I see." Jim continued talking while Leonard tries to get a hold of himself.

"Well, I'm not sure that would be completely true. Sara, the bumblebee costume, actually hyperventilated and then fainted in the hospital horror room and we had to carry the rest of the way. Poor girl's studying nursing. I think she might be changing majors."

"Well you seem to have come through it alright, or did that room just give you ideas." Jim smiled at him, and Leonard could help but smile back.

"I might be a bit of a grump, but I'm not psychotic. Although I thought some of the spiders look cute enough to take home." He said it with as much of a straight face as he could while pretending to inspect the apples Jim had been picking through, all the while glancing in the corner of his eye for Jim's reaction. He wasn't disappointed, as the blonde gave a visible shudder before laughing off Leonards joke.

"That's not even funny Bones." Leonard couldn't help but let out a loud guffaw at Jim's discomfort. Maybe he was a little psychotic. Jim started to move towards the registrars at the front of the store, but Leonard wasn't willing to let him go that easily.

"Hey Jim, a few of us are meeting up at The Bad Penny tomorrow night for drinks and pool. You should join us." Leonard held his breath and tried not to look desperate as he waited for an answer.

"The Bad Penny? Sounds like my kinda place. Meet you there!" And with that Jim practically skipped away to go pay for his things.

Leonard was thrilled, he felt like he just asked out the cutest guy in school and got a date to the big dance. It took only a moment for the guilt and anguish to rain on his parade, it was not a date they were meeting up at a bar to hang with a group of people, including his girlfriend. What the hell was wrong with him, he should be avoiding the temptation not inviting it out for drinks.

To say Jim hit it off with Leonard's friends was an understatement, Jim just slid right into place with his close knit group like he had always been there. Leonard so learned that was normal for Jim, he seemed to have friends everywhere they went. And if by chance that wasn't the case, it wasn't long before Jim had befriended somebody. He was good with people, really good.

Of course there were those few who didn't appreciate the blonde taking attention away from them and Jim was never one to back down from a good fight. There were many nights Jim showed up on Leonard's doorstep beaten and bloody, looking to get his nose reset or his fingers taped up. On nights Leonard would work he would come home the next morning to Jim asleep on his couch. He was never quite sure how Jim would get in, but he never bothered anything so Leonard didn't make a big deal about it. He would just go to sleep and when he woke up Jim would have a fresh pot of coffee brewed and something cooking on the stove that smelled fantastic.

It went on like this for a few months, until Jim showed up on his step with a duffle bag and a black eye. Seemed he'd ended up on the wrong side of his roommates fist and was looking for a new place to crash. "It's just for a few weeks I swear. I'm planning on heading back out to Iowa come summer and then I'll be out of your hair." Of course Leonard let him stay. Somehow knowing he would be leaving soon, Leonard wanted all the time with Jim he could get.

His crush on the man had not abated at all, in fact it was turning into something else entirely. He couldn't even remember a time where he was thinking about Jocelyn and not Jim when they were intimate. Closing his eyes and imagining Jim was the one beneath him, moaning his name made Leonard thrust that much harder, last that much longer. Even his orgasms were more satisfying. Of course he didn't feel any less guilty afterwards either, and he'd swear to himself that the next time he would be thinking of her instead only to fail in the moment.

"Man, you guys are crazy. I need to hit the head. Don't go no where!" Jim was practically bouncing as he made his way from the table where Leonard, Jocelyn, Sara and Keith were sitting and laughing into their drinks. The bar was crowded and loud, a happy boisterous atmosphere, it was infectious and the small group of friends were feelings it's effects as much as anyone. After a few minutes of laughter and conversation their glasses became empty and Leonard rose from the table to order another round.

As Leonard was pushing his way through the crowd towards the bar he realized that Jim had been gone for awhile now. Too long for just a trip to take a piss. He headed over towards the men's room hoping he'd find the blonde chatting up some pretty girl along the way and nothing more insidious. As he got closer to the back hallway where the restrooms were located without finding Jim he started to worry a bit. Maybe he passed out in a stall or fell and hit his head. He heard some angry voices from inside the men's room as he got to the door, or Jim met some unfriendly types and was in trouble.

Leonard pushed his way into the men's room to find Jim with his back against the wall and his lip bleeding and swollen and three angry guys surrounding him. The three angry faces looked vaguely familiar to him but that was not his primary concern. "Hey guys! What's going on?" He tried to keep his voice light as he tried to move himself in between the men and Jim.

"This ain't none of your concern Leo, just head back out the way you came." The lead guy knew him and Leonard started to recognize him from his early college days.

"Well, now the way I see it, I'm a doctor, or almost, and this guy here seems to be in need of medical attention. So that would make it my business." Leonard stood his ground.

Jim leaned towards him, "It's alright Bones, I'm fine. You should go. I got this" Jim's voice was full of his usual bravado, but Leonard was not about to stand by and let him take a beating.

"You got this!?" The lead man barked out a laugh, "If you haven't noticed you're outnumbered pretty boy."

"Po-ta-toe, po-tot-toe." Jim shrugged at the guy.

"Let's call the whole thing off."Leonard added with as much finality as he voice could muster. He was sure he heard a slight giggle from Jim. The boy was shameless in the face of danger, and it drove Leonard nuts.

"Not a chance, first he turned my cousin gay and then breaks his heart. It's a matter of family pride." The lead guy bellowed with his two cronies nodding in agreement behind him.

"I didn't turn Julian gay, I was far from the first guy that he ever slept with, and he cheated on me with some red head he picked up at a strip club!" JIm yelled back, coming around Leonards side, finger pointing.

"Liar! He wasn't no fag till you batted those eyes at him and talked him into it. Tell him Leonard, you used to be friends with Julian back at Ole Miss." It was then that his recognition finally clicked.

"Friends? I don't know if I'd go so far as to call us friends, but he was a good lay." Leonard stated as matter of factly as he could. All eyes turned to him in shock at the sudden reveal. It was so quiet in the men's room in that moment that you could have heard the proverbial pin drop.

Flustered, but finally come back to himself the lead guy shook of his surprise, "You know what screw this, you faggots ain't worth my time. Come on boys, let's find another bar." And the three men pushed past Leonard and Jim and out the men's room door.

Leonard immediately grabbed some paper towels from the wall and wet them in the sink. And then headed over to where Jim was still staring at him and started to tend to his split lip. "Was that true?" Jim asked.

"Naw, he was a lousy lay, but you would already know that I guess." Leonard smirked, but kept his eyes focused on the wound.

"You saved me man, thanks." Jim smiled a bit more shyly than Leonard had seen before.

Leonard stopped his hands and looked Jim in the eyes, "You're welcome." They were a lot closer then he had thought. His hand on Jim's face and the alcohol in his system his body reacted to the closeness before his mind could argue. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Jim's, gently at first but when Jim opened his mouth to him he pressed in more determinedly. It was glorious, their lips fit together like puzzle pieces and his blood sang from Jim's returned desire.

But then it stopped, Jim pushed back, away from him and Leonard almost whined from the sudden emptiness. When he opened his eyes, Jim was looking down and away from him, and it dawned on Leonard what he had just done. "Joce…" he sighed as he looked at the ceiling and ran his hands over his face, disgusted with himself.

"I think it might be better if I crashed with Keith for the next few days before I leave." Jim didn't give Leonard time to argue against the idea and just headed out of the restroom.

"Fuck!" Leonard's heart sank. He had royally screwed this up.

It had been four days since the night at the bar. Jocelyn had wondered what could possible had been said to make Him move his things to Keith's house, but Leonard seemed so upset about it she decided not to pry. Their friendship had obviously taken a hit and the two men barely spoke before Jim headed off for the summer. She felt bad, it seemed as if Leonard had found a good friend in Jim, and he didn't have many.

She was hoping her news might be able to cheer him up a bit, or she thought, it could make things worse. Unfortunately it wasn't news she could keep to herself. She took a deep calming breath as she unlocked the door to his apartment and let herself in.

He wasn't in the living room or kitchen, but that wasn't much of a surprise. He had worked a late shift and was more than likely still in bed. As she made her way down the hall she heard a moan and the sound of Leonard moving in the sheets. His bedroom door was open a crack and she peeked in expecting to find him in the midst of a fitful sleep, perhaps a nightmare. What she wasnt expecting to find was him fucking his hand, his hips at a strange angle that indicated where his other hand was.

She blushed, as she watched him in this obviously private moment. Debating with herself whether or not to go help him out, her panties getting wet at the thought. What came next made her glad he didn't know she was there at all.

"Jim, oh god yes Jim, yes. Fuck." She saw him release all over his hand as he yelled, and her throat went dry.

'She heard that, oh god she heard that.' It was the only thing he had running through his mind.

Leonard had cleaned up and dressed before heading out of the bedroom to find Jocelyn sitting on his couch silently crying, and now he couldn't focus on anything else. It was like a deer in headlights. He had frozen mid-step and was just staring at her, waiting for her to hit him. And why wouldn't she after what had just happened, but she just sat there, her head in her hands, weeping.

"I didn't think it would hurt this much." It was barely a whisper, but he heard her easily enough. "I knew you weren't in love with me, I knew you would leave me eventually, but I never imagined it would hurt this much."

"Joce, I didn't want, I would never.." he fumbled for the right words to explain himself but he couldn't find them.

"How long?" She looked up at him, her eyes rimmed with red, defeat written across her face.

"How long for what?" Leonard asked.

"How long have you been together with him?" she sniffled as new tears threatened to spill.

Leonard finally moved and sat beside her, "No, Joce no. I never, we never. I kissed him once, he kissed me back I think, but that was it. He moved out, and then he left and nothing else happened, I promise you." He took her hand in his and squeezed tightly, trying to reassure her.

"Do you love him?" She didn't sound upset, but rather she sounded like she honestly wanted to know.

Leonard stared at her thoughtfully, not wanting to hurt her but she deserved the truth. "I don't know," he looked deep into himself before he spoke again, "I think I could but he's gone so it doesn't matter." he sighed and let his head slump down. He felt her other hand come up to his hair and card through it gently before she leaned over and leaned against his shoulder.

"Well aren't we a messed up pair." there was a sniffle but it sounded as if she had stopped crying. "I always knew you didn't love me like that. I had hoped it would grow with time, but it hasn't, has it?"

"No Joce, I'm sorry. You are a wonderful person, but you're right. I hate myself for it. You deserve better." he raised her hand to his lips and gave it a chaste kiss.

"We both do Leo. I think you two could have been great together if you had the chance. I wish I could just walk away and let you go, but I don't think I can do that. Not now." She stood up from the couch and began pacing in front of him as she spoke.

Leonard looked up at her confused, "What?" He had never taken her for the jealous type, what could she possible think he would do if she flat out refused to let him go. Just the thought of it was making him see red.

She looked down at him, grief on her face as she tried to smile, "I'm pregnant." With two words all the anger went out of him. He paled, and his mouth dropped open in shock.

As his mind worked though the information, all the possibilities for the future, a happy family, watching his child grow up,it all ran through his mind and he suddenly wanted nothing more than that. He slowly rose and walked to her gathering her up in his arms, "I'm gonna be a father." It was then that he kissed her, and all thoughts Jim fled from his mind, he was going to be a father and he was going to make this work.

He would have eloped with her if their mother's heads wouldn't explode at the mere thought, so he had to settle for them quickly planning a 'small' ceremony before Joce started showing. No need to fuel the gossip with talk of a shotgun wedding. Although their mother's combined efforts made for a ceremony that included everyone up to second cousins, and most of the folks in Leonard's hometown. Small for affluent Georgia he supposed. He was just glad to get it out of the way, if he was going to do this, he wanted it done right, marriage and then baby. They might have gotten a head start on the latter but they had time to squeeze in the former before it was too late. They both continued their studies and he had plans to take his residency in the area. It was a great city and Joce didn't want to leave so they found a modest two bedroom apartment and moved in together.

It was starting to cool off again as autumn returned and classes started up again and joce was starting to glow in her impending motherhood. They were out shopping one afternoon when Leonard spotted Jim from across the street. Of course he was back in town, Leonard couldn't believe he hadn't thought about that. He had seen the signs for the Ren Fest up all over town. Jim looked good even from a distance leonard could tell he was a bit more tan then he had been the last time they had seen each other. Perhaps he had been on the beach all summer. No, more than likely he was outside doing odd jobs for the past few months, that was more like Jim.

Leonard's heart lifted at the sight of the blond. A weight removed he hadn't even noticed was there, but now that it was gone he couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before. Leonard waved at him, and was happy to get a smile and a wave back. Jim looked like he was about to cross the street to come over and talk when his face fell. It was just a split second but Leonard saw the disappointment as clearly as if he had held up a sign to point it out. At just that moment Joce came up beside him, her protruding belly bumping his elbow as she took his arm in hers. He turned to smile at her as she asked him if he was coming into the store. "I'm right behind you." he placed a soft kiss to her forehead and turned back to where Jim was standing.

He was smiling again, but not as brightly as he had been before. He nodded at Leonard, stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned to walk in the opposite direction, his head hanging low. Leonards heart hurt to watch him walk away, it hurt knowing he was the cause of his sudden turn in mood. He didn't want to hurt Jim, but he couldn't change things. He turned to follow his new wife as he felt the weight settle again in his chest.

Later that evening, Leonard sat on the floor of their living room trying to figure out what kind of demonic witchcraft was needed to make these instructions make sense. It was a crib, not brain surgery, why was it so complicated? He was a doctor not a carpenter, damn it. Jocelyn was sitting on the couch sorting through the baby gifts they had already received trying not to laugh at Leonard's frustration. "You've been awfully quiet this afternoon. Something on your mind, something other than the crib from hell?"

He looked up at her, trying to school his features as best as he could, that fact was he was distracted by his near encounter from earlier. "No, nothing. Just trying to learn greek here." He waved the instruction booklet in the air.

Jocelyn didn't seem to buy it though. She pinned him with a look that could make a hardened criminal spill all his secrets. Leonard sighed, "The Ren Fest is back in town." he stated simply and went back to staring at the paper in his lap.

"Oh?" She paused as the pieces fell into place, "Oh! Have you seen him?" She tried to sound casual, but it wouldn't have fooled anyone. There was worry in her voice.

"Earlier today, outside the furniture store. He was across the street." He looked up at her now, a new kind of sadness in his eyes, "He took one look at you and walked away."

"I always did like Jim. He's a good guy at heart." She sighed and walked over to Leonard and sat down across from him, "Are you alright?" The worry was back in her voice, "I want you to be happy, you know that right, even if it's not here." Her voice caught on her words as she tried hard not to get emotional. It was so hard for her at the moment, with all the hormones coursing through her.

Leonard looked her in the eyes, steely determination had replaced the sadness she had seen before. "I am happy, right here, with you. You are going to be a wonderful mother, and I'll be the doting father. We will be a perfect, happy family. There is nothing more I could want than that." He leaned forward and gave her a sweet kiss, "Now get off the floor before you catch your death."

"Yes mother." She laughed and tried to do as he had asked. After a couple failed attempts to get her feet under her she pouted, "I might need a hand though." It was Leonard's turn to laugh as he stood and went to help her up.

He had Leonard's back pressed up against the wall of the very same bathroom they had their first kiss in. The scent of spilt beer and stale piss filled his nose. This time was different though. There was a desperation in the kiss that wasn't present the in the last one. Their mouths fought for control, tongues lashing at each other as Jim's body pressed hard against Leonard's. Leonard's fingers were threaded in Jim's hair as he pulled to keep the other man's face to his, even as his hips bucked against Jim's tight grip. Grinding against each other for the agonizing pleasure of it.

Jim's hands released Leonard's hips and moved to undo the zipper on his jeans. Finally releasing him from the confines of his pants Jim's dropped to his knees and took his dick into his mouth. Leonard yelled out at the sudden feel of his wet hot tongue on him, Jim's cheeks hollowing out with each drag of his lips across Leonard's sensitive skin. Just when Leonard thought he would cum Jim was at his ear whispering, "Do you want me to fuck you Bones?" Jim's hand lazily stroking Leonard as he licked his ear. "Do you want to feel me inside you?"

"Yes, god yes," was all Leonard could get out before Jim was kissing him again.

They were naked as they fell back onto the bed, and Jim immediately went back to sucking Leonard off, but now he had two slicked fingers working him open as well. Jim added a third finger and began to curl them in just the right way to stroke Leonard's prostate. It wasn't long before the combine sensations brought Leonard to climax. Jim pulled his mouth off of him just before it hit and Leonard could feel the hot cum land on his stomach.

Jim wasted no time and climbed up between his thighs and slid into him like they were made to fit together. It was better than anything Leonard had experienced in his life, and when Jim began to move in a steady, smooth rhythm, moaning right into Leonards ear, he felt himself getting hard again. Jim's thrust started coming faster and Leonard could feel his balls slapping against him as the words practically fell from Jim's lips.

"Oh god Bones, I love the way you feel around me, so tight and warm. I love the way moan when I'm fucking you." Jim slowed for a moment to run a finger through the cum on Leonard's stomach, bringing it to his lips, "I love the way you taste. I never want to stop fucking you, but I'm gonna cum soon." Leonard could see the sweat glistening on their bodies, and the concentration on Jim's features as he tried to hold off his orgasm as long as he could.

"Fuck me harder Jim. I want to feel you cum in me. I want to feel it dripping down my thighs when I walk my rounds tomorrow. You feel so good." He pulled the other man down for a deep kiss, getting just a hint of his own flavor on Jim's tongue. "I think I might be in love with you Jim."

Jim thrust hard a couple more times groaning loudly as he emptied himself inside of Leonard. He fell over to the side and brought his lips right up to Leonard's ear, "What about Jocelyn?"

Leonard's eyes flew open to a dark room. It was not the same room he was in a moment ago. It was cold, and he could hear Jocelyn's light snoring beside him. She had stolen all the covers again. He had only been dreaming.

He rubbed his eyes and tried to wake up more fully. He sat up slowly, careful not to jostle the bed too much, it was then he felt the cooling, sticky mess on his stomach. He hadn't had a wet dream since high school and he was still painfully hard.

He silently made his way to the bathroom to clean himself up and take care of the unspent desire still building in his gut. This time imagining how it would feel to fuck Jim, bent over a bathroom sink, slamming into him over and over again till he came all over that ass, just so he could lick it off.

The guilt could wait till another day.