Soo! I continued!

Oh FYI, this chapter contains mostly smut... I disgust myself.
Then again, who knows. I may get more creative with this pairing in the future ;)


Chapter 2


Realizing what he was doing, McCoy quickly pulled away from Jim and blushed tremendously. "I, I'm sorry Jim. I shouldn't have done that," McCoy shook his and head stood up.

Jim watched him a little more than confused, Wasn't he the one who kissed me? Why is he apologizing? It was nice. He stood up slowly, swaying slightly and watching McCoy pace. "Bones," he continued to pace as Jim took a step closer to him, "Bones."

The doctor continued to pace and grumble, murmuring to himself. Jim gripped at McCoy's shoulders and stopped him from pacing, "Bones, stop. It's fine. You did nothing wrong." He stared at McCoy seriously moving his hands from the doctor's shoulders to his face.

McCoy leaned into Jim's hands and hummed quietly. He missed having this feeling. He missed having an intimate touch of another. Looking up into Jim's eyes, McCoy bit his lip a little, "I just, I don't want..."

Jim dropped his hands and rolled his eyes, "You don't want to what? Hurt me? Take advantage of me, because I've been drinking? You don't get it do you, Bones?"

Crossing his arms over his chest, McCoy glanced at his feet and let out a small huff. "Exactly! It's exactly that," he let his arms drop to his sides and sighs, "Jim, I don't even know if you're just going with it because you're drunk or..."

"Bones! Don't be like that, if I didn't want something I wouldn't allow it to happen." Jim took a step closer to McCoy and McCoy took a step back. "I know you've been hurt in the past, but please, trust me."

Jim stood in his spot and chewed his lip a little, absorbed in the silence. He took a breath and looked down at his feet, "You don't think I return your feelings, do you Bones?" The young captain furrowed his eyebrows, worrying about McCoy's response.

"Please, Bones, be honest with me." Jim pleaded a little at the doctor's silence. He was never this quiet, and when he was, he was either mentally cursing himself or Jim.

Jim had hoped that he hadn't done or said any thing wrong to turn the doctor away. He chewed his lip a little and remembered, that it was McCoy who mad the first move. It was McCoy who, in the small gesture, professed his love to Jim. It was also the doctor who pulled away and distanced himself from the captain.

McCoy let out a huff and rubbed at the back of his neck and threw his hands in the air, "Yes, alright! Fine! You've kind of grown on me, kid." His face started to blush and averted his eyes, and mumbled, "I just knew how you were with women...and I just didn't think you were okay with," he motioned between the two of them, "this."

Jim's smile grew a little at how uncomfortable Bones seemed. He took a step forward and McCoy didn't move.

Their chests were almost touching and McCoy's breath hitched in is chest a little. Jim stared at the doctor's lips for a moment then up into those brown eyes. "Bones, I am way more than okay with this," Jim gave a cocky grin and leaned up kissing McCoy hard.

He laced his fingers the McCoy's hair and bit at his bottom lip, hoping he had gotten his point across. McCoy groaned and gripped at Jim's hips and started to take control of the situation, forcing him against a near by wall.

Jim grunted a little and smirked against McCoy's lips and gave an experimental tug at his hair. A rumble erupted from the doctor's chest and pressed his hips against the captain's.

Jim's smile wasn't the only thing that grew and rolled his hips against McCoy's. Tightening his hands on the younger man's hips, McCoy pinned them against the wall. He stared into those crazy blue eyes and he mumbled, his southern accent coming out more, "You sure you want this?" His eyes searched Jim's, looking for a hint of hesitation, but hoping to not find it there. All he could find in those icy blue eyes, was lust and excitement. Just what he had hoped to see.

Jim let out a moan as McCoy moved his thumbs in hard circles on his hips, "Never been so sure about anything." He gasped a little feeling McCoy bite at his neck, and the gasp turned into a moan. He took his hands out of McCoy's hair and started to frantically tug up the man's shirt. Chuckling slightly, McCoy ceased his attack on Jim's neck and helped him get his own shirt off.

A small smile crept across Jim's face as he admired the doctor's revealed chest. Carefully, he traced down his sides and tugged at the tops of his pants pulling him into another kiss.

McCoy slipped his tongue into Jim's mouth and slowly explored every inch. He ground his hips against Jim's a little harder this time, pressing his erection against Jim's. The kiss didn't last long, as McCoy pulled away and tugged Jim's shirt up and off of his body.

He's seen the man topless before, but this was different. This was more intimate, he gently traced the muscles in Jim's sides and stomach and murmurs his accent becoming thicker, "fuckin' beautiful." He pressed a kiss to Jim's neck, earning a moan from the man, and kissed and nipped his way down his chest and over his stomach. He knelt in front of Jim and glanced up at him and sucked a bruise on his hip.

Jim groaned, lacing his fingers in McCoy's hair and pulling him away. He stared down at the man, panting slightly and mumbled, "Honestly, you're killing me Bones. Just bend me over and fuck me already."

McCoy let out a deep chuckle and stood, "geez kid, such a way with words." He rolled his eyes, grabbing the younger man's hips, and pulled him from the wall. McCoy pushed Jim on the bed and quickly unbuttoned his pants yanking them down with his underwear. Jim lifted his hips, helping, and moaned a little impatiently.

Dropping Jim's clothes on the floor McCoy couldn't help but chuckle, "Quit your whining, you'll get it soon enough." He started unbuttoning his pants and stared down at Jim ordering him to roll over.

Jim obeyed and rolled on to his front, wiggling his hips slightly. McCoy raised an eyebrow and smirked eying Jim's tight ass. He kicked his shoes off, along with his pants and underwear. He stood next to the bed and leaned down whispering into Jim's ear, "Hands and knees, now."

Jim nodded and quickly obliged. McCoy gripped at one of Jim's cheeks earning another moan from the man. Jim pressed back into the doctor's palm and heard the man chuckle, "So eager Jim." Smirking, McCoy took his hand away, giving Jim's ass a quick slap, "Lube, where is it, and don't tell me you don't have any. I know you Jim."

Letting out a small gasp, Jim tilted his head slightly, "Black duffel bag, on the floor, front pocket." McCoy gave another quick slap and went to the bag.

Jim closed his eyes panting and waiting in anticipation. He shifted slightly so he was resting on his forearms, keeping his face pressed into the comforter.

Soon enough, he felt a couple of slicked finger caress his entrance, and he let out a breathy moan. He pushed back slightly, hoping McCoy would just get it over already. His hard cock ached, and was dripping pre-cum over the bed covers.

"Ever hear the saying, 'good things come to those who wait'?" McCoy question as Jim shifted his hips back again, and pressed a finger into him. He slowly and tortuously worked his finger inside Jim, gently pushing deeper and deeper. He pressed his finger against that one sweet spot and soon enough, Jim was writhing and moaning under him.

Letting out a groan of pleasure and frustration, Jim looked back over his shoulder, "Come on, just get on with it! You're torturing me!" He gave McCoy his best puppy dog face and pleaded, "Please!"

Hearing that last please and the look in Jim's eyes had done it. Without any preamble, McCoy thrust in another finger, twisting and stretching Jim's hole. He bit at his lip as Jim squirmed and moaned under his touch and smirked a little.

Carefully he added a third, twisting and scissoring his fingers, and the other hand gripping at Jim's hip, keeping him in place.

Feeling as though Jim was ready, McCoy pulled his fingers from him and chuckled hearing the man whine. Lubing himself, he held onto Jim's hip and the base of his own cock and pressed against Jim's hole.

McCoy groaned a little as he pushed deeper into his captain, and kept pushing until he was fully seated inside Jim. Panting, and gripping desperately at the bed covers, Jim looked over his shoulder and nodded, wiggling his hips slightly, causing himself to moan softly.

Giving a nod, McCoy pulled back slowly and snapped his hips forward, and closed his eyes, listening to the noises Jim was making. He started a quick pace and dug his finger tips into Jim's hips. Gritting his teeth a little and groaning, "aah fuck, Jim. You're fucking perfect."

Jim felt himself blush even more, and moaned in return, pushing back against McCoy with his quick thrust, "mmm...right..ah...right there...oh God, don't stop." Angling his hips differently, McCoy thrust hard back into Jim and kept brushing against his prostate, causing him to tighten around McCoy's cock.

Jim was a panting, moaning, and drooling mess under the doctor. He felt himself shudder and groaned out, "Fuck, not much longer..." His cock was aching at the lack of stimulation, and kept slapping against his stomach with McCoy's ruthless thrusts.

McCoy kept the hard and fast pace, keeping a hand on Jim's hip. He reached around Jim and started stroking his neglected cock int time with his thrusts.

Soon enough, Jim was gasping and moaning as he came in McCoy's hand. Jim's body tensed as he came, and quivered slightly. McCoy gave another hard thrust, and gave a harsh grunt as he came inside Jim.

Both men panting and exhausted, relaxed slightly. McCoy gently pulled from Jim and collapsed on the bed beside his captain. They both laid there in silence, but it wasn't a bad one, it was a comfortable silence, the smell of sex mingling in the air with hard pants.

Jim was the first to break the silence, rolling over onto his back and stared up in the ceiling in a post coitus daze, "That...was amazing." A grin slowly came across Jim's face as he closed his eyes. McCoy glanced over at Jim and smiled a little. Sure, Jim was easy on the eyes, but the way he looked after he just got fucked into oblivion, fucking amazing.

McCoy hummed a little in agreement, he shifted slightly and pulled the sheet over them. He laid back and closed his eyes almost dozing, then he felt the bed shift. He peeked an eye open and found a mess of blonde hair resting on his chest. He wrapped an arm around Jim's shoulder and gently played with his hair a little.

McCoy's smile grew and finally closed his eyes, listening to Jim snore against his chest and dozed off to sleep.


Well then! I hope you enjoyed this! I enjoyed writing it! AAAAH THE SMUT!
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