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Joanna left them again just after the New Year. Jocelyn did not so much as even thank them for looking after her, but turned up with a sour face and an equally sour looking boyfriend, who Joanna gave a wide berth when she got in the car. Bones didn't seem as torn up over her leaving this time, but maybe it was because Jocelyn had hinted that she might need them to watch her again this summer while she and the boyfriend went on a cruise.

Finally, Jim and Bones had the house to themselves again. They spent their days working; Jim had finally started working on the porches and the improvement projects in the house, though it left the orchard and garden still unfinished. Bones still liked to ride every morning, and sometimes Jim would sneak down and watch him, just to see his lithe body moving with the horse and to see Bones seem so at peace with everything around him. The notes seemed to be growing in volume between them as well. They found them for each other everywhere; in the stables, on the fridge, in their bathrooms, on their cereal bowls. They became a staple of their life together, just like Bones' coffee had. They had started out as little reminders, but morphed into something different. There would be little bits of rhymes on them now, at least from Bones, and song lyrics that Jim made Bones try and guess at the dinner table. It was more like a game than anything else, and it was a game that both of them adored.

They continued with their dates as well, finding things to do in and out of town. They never made the drive to Atlanta; it was too far away and they didn't want to get caught up in big city life, it wasn't for either of them. They spent several nights staring up at the stars, where Jim would explain how the planets moved, how stars worked, the physics of a supernova, and how a star became a black hole. Bones always listened intently and with great interest, and he was the only person that had ever shown genuine interest in Jim's passion. Most nights for them ended with late-night TV and cuddling on the couch. They were becoming more dependent on each other's presence as time went on, and they were sure the other didn't mind. It was a sort of bliss, and Jim found himself wanting to stay with Bones forever.

It was early spring by the time Jim finished the first porch construction; it had been a lot less stable than Jim had thought, and he had had to talk to a specialist about making it structurally sound. The man had tried to convince Jim that he needed to come out and fix it, but Jim was certain he could fix it. He had gotten a good deal of information from the internet as well, and had improved the structure a great deal. When he had asked Bones if he thought it felt okay, his response had been, "Dammit Jim I'm a doctor not an architect." Jim thought they could put some nice furniture out there pretty soon, and he was working on finding some quality wood he could use to make some rocking chairs.

All in all, life was pretty good, and it was hard to believe that he had lived at the big house for a year. He took the time to weed the garden, and planted zucchini, cucumbers, tomatoes, and jalapeno peppers. It was just starting to bloom, and Bones was excited about cooking with fresh vegetables.

One fresh day in early May, Bones called Jim into the house and told him to get dressed.

"Why?" Jim asked, looking down at his dirt covered clothes.

"Because Jim, we're goin' to the pond."

"What pond?" Jim asked, perplexed. He still had to finish sanding some pieces of wood for the second floor porch, and he wanted to weed the garden that day as well.

"The pond that's on this property. It's really pretty in spring, you'll like it, I promise."

"But Bones, I have stuff to do today, I need to finish-"

"No Jim, you're takin' the rest of the day off. It's Friday, call it an early start to the weekend."

Jim sighed, knowing that he was never going to get past Bones, stubborn bastard as he was. Normally, it was Jim that had to drag Bones out of the house to do something, because he was usually so busy he thought he didn't have time to leave the house unless he was going to tend to a patient. Maybe he had rubbed off on Jim a little too much. Jim went upstairs to change, and came down to meet Bones, who was holding a picnic basket. They set off; going down yet another narrow path that Jim had never been down before. Bones led the way, because he knew where they were actually going. They walked for about half an hour before they reached a clearing, where they were faced with a green pond covered in lilies and a few ducks floating gently on the surface. It was surrounded by magnolia trees on all sides, and was honestly one of the prettiest places Jim had ever been.

They spread out under the shade of a magnolia tree and watched the water, which rippled a little in the breeze, sending the lilies circling the edge of the pond. The ducks quacked and the leaves rustled, and Jim felt at peace with the world as he spied the lemonade that Bones had made. They ate the sandwiches Bones had packed and talked quietly so as not to disturb the animals in the forest.

Bones watched Jim as Jim watched the pond. There was something in his eyes that was a little different than normal. It was tender and…lustful? They had been "together" for almost six months, and had never done more than…well, they hadn't done much, which for Jim was an all-time record. Bones reached out and ran his hand over Jim's arm, barely touching, and Jim shivered slightly. He looked at Bones, and leaned in to brush their lips together.

Bones leaned into Jim, lowering them both to the soft fabric of the blanket as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues collided, and Jim's hands ran down Bones' sides, grasping at the hardness already developing in his jeans. Bones moaned unashamedly into Jim's mouth and started plucking at Jim's shirt, which he tore off and threw to the side. Bones removed his shirt as well, and then started undoing the buttons on Jim's jeans, with a knee between Jim's legs so he couldn't close them, not that Jim was eager to do so. He wriggled out of his jeans, and then watched as Bones undid his own jeans and tossed them aside as well on the growing pile of their clothing. He paused to bite into Jim's neck, knowing that they would leave bruises, and Jim returned in kind by raking his nails down Bones' back. Bones hissed into Jim's collarbone and bit down, hard. Before Jim could retaliate, Bones sat up, grinning down at him. He bent down to kiss Jim again, passionately, with more force than he ever had, and then retrieved a bottle of lube and a condom from the picnic basket.

"Someone came prepared," Jim said rather breathlessly, his legs still spread and the feel of Bones lips still tingling on his skin.

"You're damn right I did," Bones growled, kissing his way down Jim's stomach, making him arch and groan in anticipation.

Jim's eyes made their way down Bones' body, and, though he had definitely seen more than his fair share of male anatomy, he had to say that Bones' cock was definitely bigger and better than anything he had ever encountered before. But then that beautiful cock is out of sight when Bones lowers himself down and takes him in his mouth. Fucking shit Bones was good at this and he must know it and god damn it Bones hurry up this isn't a slow-motion game. But Bones his taking his sweet time, and then his mouth leaves Jim with a wet pop and said in a gravelly voice,

"You done this before?"

"Yes Bones, now hurry the hell up before I finish the job myself."

Bones chuckled darkly and without further ado began to open Jim up. Soon enough, he had one long, lube-slicked finger into Jim. He continued to work at Jim until he had added another finger, and another, and another and Jim felt like he was going to come right then and there, his whole body was trembling.

"Fuck, Leo."

Bones pulled back, looking utterly stunned.

"What did you just call me?"

"Uh, I don't know. It just…Bones is for everyday, you know. That's what I call you in front of Jo and your ex-wife and shit, but not here, not like this."

"Does this mean I can call you James?"

Jim grinned.

"You can call me whatever you want if you just hurry up."

Bones chuckled again and pushed gradually into Jim with an equally lubed cock, waiting a few seconds for Jim to become adjusted to the new pressure. Then he began to gently rock, softly thrusting his hips and leaning down to drag his teeth over Jim's collarbone, whispering "James" into his ear. The use of his full name makes Jim want to come even more and his hissing into Bones' ear,

"Oh god faster Leo faster."

And he obliges and is hitting Jim's prostate with almost every thrust and then Jim is coming and moaning Bones' name and getting his come all over himself and the blanket and Bones comes not long after and bites into Jim's shoulder as he does.

They lie back on the blanket, watching the clouds go by, holding hands and not speaking. Jim felt like he was going to fall asleep, with the warm pressure that Bones was giving on his hand, and the afterglow of sex, the world felt warm and happy, and Jim was happy, really happy. Bones produced a towel from nowhere and gently mopped up the come and the sweat that covered them both. Jim lay languorously in Bones' arms and eventually fell into a doze.

Jim wasn't sure how long he slept, but Bones kissed him awake and said,

"We should get back to the house."

Jim nodded sleepily and got up to pull on his clothes. Bones didn't move, but continued to watch Jim as he put on his clothes.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Yeah, you have a nice ass, James."

"Sex is over, Bones, we're back to normal names."

"Aw, come on, James, don't be a stick in the mud."

"I will beat your ass if you call me James outside of the bedroom."

Bones chuckled and gathered up the basket, reaching out to stroke the side of Jim's face before he led the way back to the house.

When Jim came down the stairs, he found Bones making dinner. But dinner didn't sound as appealing as sex. So he employed his most subtle arts to make Bones abandon his cooking endeavors for sex with him.

"Hey Bones, hey, you know what we should do? There's this amazing thing I want to show you, Bones, it's actually the best thing you'll ever see."

"And what's the amazing thing, Jim?"

"My dick."

Bones rolled his eyes and said,

"Maybe later, kid. I need some food before I have a repeat of that event."

"Oh come on," Jim whined, grinning as he did so, "Bone me, Bones."

Bones choked and threw Jim out of the kitchen, but Jim swore that he saw Bones smile.

Dinner that night didn't last long. Jim ran his fingers up Bones' arm, and let his bare foot wander up Bones' legs to the warmth of his inner thighs.

"God Jim. Just fuck me already," Bones moans with his eyes half-lidded and his cock already hard.

"That can be arranged," Jim hissed.

The next thing he knew, Bones was pushing everything of the table and Jim pulled him onto it, tearing down his shorts with a borderline feral snarl. They're kissing and biting and Bones has both of their cocks in his hands and is squeezing with just enough pressure to make Jim want to go insane. He thrust upward at the sensation, which created a friction that both made them gasp. Bones is making noises that Jim didn't even think were possible but he sure as hell isn't about to stop him. They come all over themselves and the kitchen table and Jim knows that Bones will bitch about that in the morning but he finds that he doesn't really care.

They didn't lie there long, but dragged themselves off the table, ignoring the dishes that lay in pieces on the floor. They sauntered upstairs to Bones' bedroom and fell on his bed. They fell asleep that night, wrapped around each other, and feeling each other's heartbeats in their throats.

Jim woke up the next morning to Bones' mouth around his cock.

"Fucking Christ, Leo," he groaned, "You sure know how to wake a guy up."

Bones responded by continuing to give Jim the best blowjob of his entire life. Bones said nothing but licked a stripe up Jim's cock, his tongue flicking at the slit of it. Jim fisted his hands in the sheets to keep himself from pulling Bones' hair out of his head. It didn't take Jim long to come, and he sunk back into the pillows, panting as though he had just run a marathon. Bones slid his way up to the head of the bed again, and surveyed Jim with immense satisfaction. Jim wanted to say something condescending, but he was still too exhausted to do much of anything but let Bones run his fingers through his hair. He made an attempt to get up and reciprocate, but Bones just said, softly,

"That was for you, darlin', don't worry about me."

Jim slowly drifted back to sleep, and when he came to again, Bones was sitting up in bed, still naked, reading an article on his laptop with a cup of coffee in his hand. Jim watched him for a while, slowly waking up, as Bones' hand still carded its way gently through his hair.

Jim shifted a little, and Bones looked at him and smiled,

"Mornin' sunshine, want some coffee?" he picked up Jim's cup from the bedside table. Jim sipped gratefully, and propped himself up on one elbow.

"Does this mean I can move into this room?" Jim asked, eyeing Bones a little apprehensively, hoping he wasn't overstepping his bounds.

"Well if you're not movin' in here I'll move in with you."

They grinned at each other, and Jim said,

"Then put some clothes on and help me move my shit."

Bones groaned and seemed to sink deeper into the bed.

"We can do that later, Jim. I want to stay here all day and do unspeakable things to you. And not one of those things involves clothing. Get back here right now before your side of the bed gets cold."

Jim was not one to pass up sex, so he obliged and spent the entire day in bed with Bones, which consisted mostly of sex, making out, sex, watching TV, sex, and eating the food Bones had brought up when they broke apart for fifteen minutes. It was up there with the best days of Jim's life, and he fell asleep that night in post-sex bliss, nestled against Bones' shoulder, listening to the heavy breathing of the man beside him.