A/N: Short piece written for April 9nd semi weekly man-on-man post at jim_and_bones community at LiveJournal. Huggles and cuddles all around!
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Lazy And You Know It
It was one of the slow almost-summer afternoons at Academy. Everyone was busy revising for the last batch of exams - or, if the were lucky, they were just lazying around.
Jim was sometimes really lucky son of a bitch.
Leonard was laying on his bad, trying to read his notes for that damned class about diplomacy (damit, he was a doctor, not an ambassador, so if he remembered that he should not shook hands with Vulcans, or not to touch Andorian antennas, of what use was all this diplomacy crap to him), when Jim marched into the room they shared.
"Bonesy!" he called, grinning widely. "Look what I got!"
Oh, Leonard could see it was a book. A very thick one at that. "So what, Jim?" he grumbled, returning his gaze to the computer monitor in front him, reading the very same line for about fifth time without really getting it saved in his memory.
"You still reading the diplomacy stuff, Bones?" Jim asked, clear disbelief in his voice. "Yup," replied Bones, this time a bit morose. "Got the test in two days and can't remember a thing."
"And that's when I come in," exclaimed Jim, smiling widely. He waved the book in front of Leo's face. 'Enchiridion of practical diplomacy' read the title, making Leonard groan.
"Jim, really - according to the style the book is named, it's several hundreds years old - you really this will help anything?"
"Trust me, Bones," said Jim, suddenly serious. "I wouldn't bring this, if I didn't know it would help you. Like this," he flipped the book open, "there is very nice description of checkmate situation in this book you had in the texbook and didn't know how to solve. let's get started."
Without waiting for any reaction, Jim laid on Bones' bed, placing his head in the curve of Bones' back.
"You do know, Jim," said Bones, turning his head around to see face to face with the younger man, "that you could quite comfortably lay on your own bed over there?"
"Yup," was the answer, "but I'm lazy as hell - and before you say it aloud, I know it!"
Leonard rolled his at Jim's antics and turned back to look into his computer. "You're lazy and and you know it..." he hummed under his breath, and wiggled his ass a bit, making Jim laugh.
It was one of the lazy almost-summer afternoons, and even if he had very little time to prepare for the damn test, he somehow didn't mind it anymore.