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DAMN IT JIM!

I got bored…and decided to write this… it's T because there's no actual deeds being done…but it leans towards M because of my current obsession with Mckirk.

You've been warned.

PWP

And…I've written stuff before…but this is the first Star Trek piece.

:D

Florence OUT!

The early morning sun shone through the large window; however, it did not raise the two men sleeping soundly in the cramped double bed. There were clothes all over the floor, mugs, plates and glasses on the window sills; there was even a pile of toilet roll cardboard holders in the corner of the bathroom by the shower.

It was safe to say, academy life blowed, but a little less when one had someone to spend it with.

From one glance around the apartment, one would know that it simply could not belong to the young strapping doctor who lay sleeping soundly on the bed, one leg thrown haphazardly across the young Captain's hips. The younger boy's head rested below the good doctor's chin, his lips pressed into the skin of his shoulder. They were in a position that was utterly comfortable, both bare as the day they were born.

A loud groan interrupted the peaceful quiet, alerting the young captain that his doctor was awake.

"Damn it man… do you ever clean this place!" the doctor's gruff voice broke through the early morning molasses, as he moved to the other side of the bed, removing himself from his beau.

"Take a look around, then you tell me." was the young boy's reply.

The boy heard a mug being lifted from the window sill and smiled with his eyes still closed.

"Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor…it's downright unhealthy to be livin' in a room with mugs of fuckin' mould!" Bones grumbled.

Jim shrugged…"You wanted it badly enough last night that you didn't want to go to your apartment. We settled for mine instead." He laughed.

"Nuh-uh…you were practically suckin' me off outside of the god damn door…what else could I have done?"

"Drag me by my hair to your place so we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. Instead we'd be fucking."

Bones blushed. "Don't be such a god-damned potty mouth."

"Oh get over it you over-obsessed germaphobe."

"Hey! There's nothin' wrong with bein' clean!" Bones said, smacking Jim on the ass.

"Ooh Kinky. You're giving me wood, Bones."

Bones scowled and glanced down at their bodies and blushed slightly, the forgotten sheets were in a pile at the end of the bed and he wouldn't mind admitting that the sun was doing a fantastic job at emphasizing every last muscular curve of Jim's body.

"I can feel you staring at me…you're turned on. I know this because you've stopped being a grouch for more than three minutes."

"How very observant of you, Jimbo..." Bones grouched, a tiny smirk curving the corner of his lips.

A few more minutes passed and they both just lay there, listening to each other breathing.

"Darlin', get your sexy ass up here now." Bones breathed, grabbing one of Jim's hands and placing it where he most needed it.

Jim grinned and pounced, and crushed his mouth to Bones', letting out a soft moan.

"I love you, Bones."

Bones grinned, "I love you too, Darlin'."

They didn't leave Jim's dirty apartment until two days later…the apartment was clean from top to bottom, as were they.