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This came to me the other day while listening to the song, how Jim feels about his one and only. Based on Ashlee Simpson's song "La La"
Huge thank you to MegKevin to beta'ing this – love ya!
It ought to be illegal how mindlessly sexy he looks in his damnable blue science uniform, how it hugs every deliciously taut inch of his chest and drives his Captain insane with want. Never before had James T. Kirk wanted anything as badly as he wanted those deliciously red lips, strong hands or firm muscles to be locked in the primal fusion with his own corresponding anatomy, that daring dance of lust, need, and hormones. It was like some kind of drug – one that had never before been introduced into Jim's blood stream, one that couldn't be detoxed or forgotten. It was ground so deep in his mind it was present in his dreams, in his thoughts, in his plans, in every action throughout his day.
It makes him want to la la any where and every where he can tackle him to the floor.
Lust is something that Jim is comfortable with, he uses it as a tool to bend others to his will with little effort. After all he did date an Orion. But this is not just lust. This is something so undeniably deeply rooted in his very soul that love whispers back at him from the mirror in the morning as he washes away the dreams of the night. It aches to know how much he depends on one man, how much that one man means to him. His body does not mind the slavery; it reacts willingly to every small brush of skin and lingering eye contact. His desire knows no shame; it peaks during military battles with a stolen glimpse across the combat zone, in the middle of post-conference with a glance from across the room or during shift on the bridge as his eyes linger on his fine form. This is not something he will ever be able to control, and this proudly decorated strategic Captain can not find the yearning to wish it different.
It makes him want to la la anywhere he would have him.
They have fought throughout their long relationship. It has not been a walk in the park, but tumultuous, teetering on the brink of destruction, sharp words and hurtful sneers around the corners. Yet no matter what he says or what he does, Jim comes right back begging for more. Because in those words lies the truth: he loves him back in his own way. They fight because they have no other proper deliverance for the blinding emotion that rips through their chest every time the other is injured or held captive, or even in the all too infrequent quiet moments of reflection. This love is strong, defiant and meant to last. They have resigned themselves to accept it and accommodate each other from afar.
It makes him want to la la … all night.
When declarations of emotional need are made, finally breaking their self-imposed silence, lightening fast movements erupt from both men simultaneously, not caring who dared to utter the truth first. Lips are crushed, bodies are molded and hope is kindled in the dark. They move as one, because they are one – two halves of the same whole. Neither had the courage to move alone, it took combined effort to push past the hesitation and doubt. The coupling is quick and intense but fulfilling and binding. Never before had something felt like this – all encompassing, jubilant, peaceful, truthful, love. Jim pulls his lover into his arms and holds him tight, while promises of never letting go and kisses rain from his lips.
It makes him want to la la with his one and only Bones.
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