Title: Bowel Sounds
Word Count: 310
Warnings: drunkness
"You shouldn't have eaten that burrito or had any of that shitty beer," Bones says from somewhere around his stomach. Jim lifts his head up slightly with as little effort as he could manage to not exert. After just getting home from a birthday party they technically weren't even really invited to, Jim had every right to be worn out. Much to his dismay, Bones wasn't feeling the whole 'satisfyingly tired from a good party time' (as a drunk Gaila had put it just before they left).
"What makes you say that?" he asks as he watches Bones shifts around and all of a sudden he's got Bones' head on his stomach. Jim makes a face, sitting up onto his elbows to look down at Bones.
"Your bowels are saying 'why did this idiot eat that burrito?'" Bones translates and meets Jim's wry look with complete seriousness. "'And that beer was disgusting and totally watered down, I hope Jim likes shitting his brains out at oh-five hundred this morning.'"
"What, you speak bowel noises now?" Jim asks, amused. He wasn't drunk enough for this but apparently Bones was.
Bones pushes up off his belly with a huff. "Of course I speak bowel noises, Jim," he drawls before leaning over Jim's belly again and blowing a loud, wet raspberry into his skin. Jim gives a sharp gasp and squeak-like-noise in surprise, quickly dissolving into breathless laughter as Bones begins to add tickling fingers into the mix. He weakly presses against Bones' head to make him stop.
He finally does stop, breaking away from Jim and flopping down beside him with a satisfied sound. Jim pants and stares up at the ceiling wide eyed. His stomach is a mess of Bones' spit now, thoroughly abused from both tongue and fingers. "You suck," he accuses without much venom but Bones is already asleep.