A/N: Written for NSFW prompt for 24th May at jim_and_bones. NSFW, just so you know, so prepare for some suggestive themes, tehee!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this silly piece of writing.
Curling
Curling, said Bones, just one game of curling and I won't bother you about lack of exercises in your life.
Sports, my ass.
Well, it actually was about his ass, when he thought about that. In very literal sense. But as Bones moved above him, inside of him, he could think only about how the word 'curling' just got completely different meaning than he would have anticipated. There! How did Bones do that he always managed to hit just thatplace whenever his mind started to wander in strange places?
He curled himself around Bones, effectively trapping him inside. They were on shore leave, so there was no need to rush as they would, if they were on ship. Now they will take it slow, and play curling by Bones' rules all day long.
After all, Bones knows best how to exercise properly.