Alright, kids; with one exception, this will probably be the last short you get until I get #6 done. On a positive note, this short takes place during the latter half of #6 (without giving more away than an obvious plot point.)

Enjoy! :D

Everybody's looking for a way...

"Alright, that's it!" Jim jumped in his seat as Bones surged to his feet, stalking up to Jim and grabbing his arms, forcing him to drop the PADD he was looking at and pulling him to his feet.

"Wait, we talked about the manhandling-" The older man snorted as he leaned over, and before Jim could do little more than squawk, he was dangling over Bones' shoulder, getting a rather nice view of the man's rear.

"You talked about the manhandling, I didn't agree to anything. Why would I agree to something that would take all the fun out of life?" Jim growled, smacking a wing against Bones' back as they began to move; when Jim realized where they were headed, he began to squirm in earnest.

"Bones, you can't climb stairs while carrying me! Put me down-" They were climbing the stairs. Goddamnit. He stopped whacking Bones on the back with his wings, afraid that they would go tumbling back the way they came if he kept it up. Bones was taking firm careful steps, and Jim had no more time to complain before he was being shrugged off the older man's shoulder and bounced onto a very familiar bed. "If you wanted to do something else, why didn't you say anything?" Jim sat up, pulling down his shirt as he glowered. "The caveman move is kinda weird for you, Bones. Seriously." The other man sat down on the bed next to him.

"You-" Bones sighed, wrapping an arm around Jim's shoulders and using his body weight to push them both down on the bed. Jim's brow furrowed as he kicked his feet lightly.

"I think I'm missing something here," Jim mumbled and wriggled some more, leading to a growl from Bones, who moved on top of him, pressing him into the mattress. "Yep, definitely missing something." His voice was little more than a wheeze with the bulk of the older man pinning him down, and he settled for giving Bones a dry look.

"Jim, you need to learn how to relax." Bones shifted enough to let him breathe, but he was still pretty firmly pinned down.

"What do you mean I need to learn how to relax? That's what I was doing!" Jim tensed, trying to free his arms so he could push the dead weight off, but all he managed to do was make Bones roll his eyes at him.

"Jim, you weren't relaxing. You were reading reports on the Enterprise's repairs and twitching like an addict needing a fix. Kind of like you are trying to do now. You've been like this ever since we came back. I'm pulling doctor's privilege and prescribing some downtime. No wriggling, reading, talking, or moving." The older man moved a bit more, allowing Jim a little bit of space. "We are going to lay here and relax for a bit." Jim turned his head to boggle at Bones, who was letting his eyes drift closed.

"Did you just drag me up here because you wanted to cuddle?" Bones' neck flushed, but he shook his head firmly before leaning in and pressing his forehead against Jim's.

"No, I am making you practice the fine art of not moving. Or talking. So shut up." He closed the gap, planting a soft kiss on Jim's lips before pulling back and closing his eyes.

"...and people think I'm the weird one in this relationship." Jim grumbled, leading to a slight tightening of Bones' grip.

"Shhh." He grumbled a bit more on principle, but the scent of Bones' aftershave was oddly soothing, and his warmth comforting as he stopped trying to escape; he traced the contours of the older man's face with his eyes until he drifted off.

Jim woke slowly; his body felt like it was floating, every muscle lax as he lay there on what he was pretty sure was his bed. He didn't want to wake up, but there was something missing- His face scrunched up as he slit open an eye, his sight blurry as he tried to focus on his surroundings.

"...that was true relaxing, Jim." That's what was missing. His eyes opened to see Bones sitting next to him on the bed, and he gave a sleepy frown.

"Why you up?" Jim mumbled up at the fuzzy shape; Bones smiled, running a hand through Jim's hair.

"Maybe I like watching you sleep." That drew an amused snort out of Jim as he reached for the older man; Bones brought his legs up and settled back down beside Jim in response.

"You know, Bones, some people would find that kind of creepy." He leaned in and let his lips brush the side of Bones' neck, smiling slightly at the sudden intake of air.

"Considering one of your favorite past-times of the last few years was to fall asleep on my thigh whenever convenient, I find your assertion highly unlikely in your case." Bones let out a quiet gasp as Jim latched his teeth onto the pulse on the older man's neck. "What are you, a vampire?"

"Do these look like bat wings to you?" Jim swung one wing over and ran it down his bedmate's side, leading to a full-body shiver that Jim felt resonate through his own frame as he tilted his head up and nipped at Bones' chin. "Well?" Arms wound around his waist, and Jim was rolled over until he was laying on top of Bones; exactly opposite from their earlier arrangement.

"You woke up fast," Bones drawled as he ran his hands down Jim's sides, leading to Jim giving a shudder of his own as arched his back sharply and stretched out his wings.

"You might say I was...inspired." Jim waggled his eyebrows, grinning as the older man barked out a surprised laugh; he shivered again as Bones' fingers traced his pectorals, grazing his nipples before working their way down the thin line of hair on the middle of his stomach.

"Is that dumbass for I'm horny?" Bones said wryly; Jim threw back his head and laughed just as the doctor's fingers reached his pants.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about, Doctor." He smirked and ran his hands under Bones' shirt, feeling the muscle under his fingertips as he worked his way up to his chest. "You wanted to help me relax, right?" The older man groaned, but his face had a smirk that made Jim lean over and bite the man's bottom lip in revenge.

"I've created a monster."

The fact that he chose that moment to work his hands into Jim's underwear somewhat compromised the veracity of his position, but Jim really didn't find himself minding much.

If at all.