1lostone | Just a Jealous Guy 5/5 (Reply)

Title: Just a Jealous Guy...
Author: 1lostone
Beta: jademac2442
Pairing: Bones/Jim
Warnings: jealousy, angst, FDA approved fluff, kidfic, possible overuse of italics and exclamation points.
Summary: Bones had never really realized just how manipulative his ex wife was. Or just how jealous he could really be.
Word Count: ~~A metric fuckton~~ 15,000ish
Status: Complete
A/N: Merry Christmas jlm121 !!! My very first time writing this pairing. A thank you for introducing me to Jim/Bones and ~~forcing~~ encouraging me to read it. (Although it STILL feels like Jim is cheating on Spock... hehe.)

PART I PART II PART III PART IV PART V EPILOGUE

PART FIVE

Bones was already running towards the transporter room when the notification from Spock came over his comm. He skidded to a halt in front the doors, almost running smack dab into them as they slid open.

“Daddy!”

Joanna’s shriek caused most of the chaos in the transporter room to pause for a moment. Bones was already running forward. He saw the bruise on her temple, the blood on her uniform and cataloged it, part of his mind screaming at him and the other assuring himself that they were superficial wounds. He stumbled forward as she flung herself into his arms. Bones knew his eyes were wet and didn’t care who might be staring. Jo was here and she was safe and… he was going to fucking strangle her.

Bones set her down on her feet. He knew his face had to be showing what Jim called his ‘crazy eyes’ by the way Jo’s eyes widened.

“Now, uh... daddy…”

“Don’t you ‘now daddy’ me young lady.”

“But..!” Bones looked down at his own eyes in miniature, widened innocently with just a suggestion of wetness at the lashes.

“Joanna Elizabeth Victoria McCoy. Do. Not. Even. Try. You have exactly three minutes to get your skinny little behind to sickbay. This nice lady will help make sure you get there. Do not even think about leaving.” Bones turned towards Chapel, who was already walking forward, looking at Jo, a look of nice knowing ya, kid plain on her face.

“Okay, daddy.” Meekly spoken, a peek of the innocently widened eyes before she kissed Bones on the cheek, hugged him hard and followed Chapel out of the doors.

Bones blew out a breath before turning to see two equally amused Kirks staring at him. Jim was slumped against his mom, whose legs were planted firmly, shouldering her son’s weight as though he weighed nothing. Jim’s eyes looked almost electric, practically shining with intensity. He was listening to Spock as he filled him in. Bones hurried forward snagging one of the tricorders his duty nurse was holding out for him, stepping out of the way while they maneuvered Jim onto a stretcher in a dance that he’d done hundreds of times before.

Sliding into his CMO persona was comfortable. It made him focus on the here and now, on Jim’s blood and the way his mouth tightened in pain as the stretcher floated beside Bones and the other nurses, the people in the transporter room sort of following it to sickbay like a weird sort of parade.

Bones looked around once, seeing a very subdued-looking Jo sitting on a biobed, gnawing on her lip as Jim was transferred to a bed across from her. Bones offered her a half-smile of reassurance before shutting the privacy curtain.

“You gonna tell me what happened after my damnfool daughter jumped you?” Jim’s eyes widened slightly. “Let me guess. You pushed her out of the way of a cave-in, saved me the trouble of killing some sumbitch that was gonna hurt her, then used the Jim Kirk Patented Method of Coping In Any Tense Situation by talking her out of panicking."

“How did you…?” Jim’s eyes widened further, staring at Bones like he’d seen a ghost.

Bones grunted. “The communicators, dumbass. Spock tagged her after he lost her in Science lab G. We could hear everything.”

“Everything?”

Bones nodded, loading a hypospray. Jim tensed, but Bones hands were gentle as he sprayed Jim’s neck, “Everything, Jim.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, Jimmy. Hey, Doc. Is he going to be okay?”

Bones started a little, guiltily. What the hell was he doing, staring at Jim like some teenager? Bones had the very uncomfortable thought of he and Joanna staring worshipfully after Jim, heads cocked and bosoms heaving and winced.

“Yes ma’am. I’ll have him fixed up in no time. He aggravated a few discs in his spine from his earlier surgery, and has a concussion but he’ll be fine.” Winona’s smile was a bright flash, and Bones stood there for a moment, stupidly.

“Bones is the best, mom.”

Bones felt his cheeks heat. “Yeah, well what I gave him will make him a little talkative. I’m just going to check on Jo, then I’ll be right back.” It was a cheap excuse. All three of them knew that if anything had been wrong with Joanna, Chapel or one of the other staff would have informed him immediately.

From there it was easy to continue to be Doctor McCoy- instead of half-out of his mind with worry and guilt lunatic thing he currently had going. From time to time scuttlebutt made its way down to him- the insurgents on the planet had come for the genetically altered grain and had been completely subdued. The money guy, Carter Winston, was rumored to have chartered a ship and was on his way.

Bones didn’t know why the grain was such a big deal- but Jim and Winona had both done a lot of silent communication; both of their faces utterly grim. There was definitely some sort of story there. Bones had been doing his best to seem invisible as he set the dermal regenerator on a scrape on Jim’s lower back when he heard Jim and Winona’s conversation. Jim had been heard to mutter that if Winston didn’t want people to try and steal his toys, then he should share them with the other children. The two Kirks had their heads together, identical looks on their faces that fairly screamed fiendish plotting. Do not disturb.

Bones, no idiot, had just made himself scarce.

***

“Dad—deeee!”

“Please don’t think that near death experiences will get you out of the grounding you’re about to get.”

“But!”

“Are you looking at this face? Do I look amused right now?”

An exasperated huff of air. “You always look grumpy. You’re like a rain cloud of grouchy doom.”

“Joanna Eliz-“

“Okay! Fine! But you never know what he’s thinking. He could like eviscerate me with an eyebrow. He’s really, really protective about the captain’s safety. Must be some sort of Vulcan thing.” She looked at him, one hand on her hip. “I’m warning you now daddy. If he squishes me into a little splat of blood then…”

“..Then I’ll know how to put you back together again. Now go apologize, young lady.”

A sigh and Jo straightened her spine, tugging her jumper down so that it was straight, brushing off an imaginary bit of lint. “This apology stuff is for the birds. I already apologized to Jim for getting him hurt, and to Mr. Scott for playing with his transporter… well okay so that wasn’t too bad. He kind of picked my brain over this thing called a sausage butty? Man. That man likes his sandwiches. Oh, and to Mister Chekov for getting him in trouble and scaring him.”

“It’s probably best that you saved Spock for last then.”

Jo tilted her head, little chin jutting out. “I’ll go on one condition.”

Bones raised his eyebrow. “How nice. What’s that condition- the fact that I’m choosing to not drop kick a certain stalling brat out of a torpedo bay?”

“Ha. Ha-ha, daddy. No. I’ll apologize to the big, scary Vulcan if you… talk to Jim.”

Bones flinched. It had been three days since Jim and Jo had beamed back onboard the Enterprise. While things hadn’t been nearly as strained as they’d been between he and Jim before, neither one of them were particularly good at talking about things. Bones didn’t even know how to begin to start apologizing. Or even if Jim was interested in hearing anything Bones had to say. Sure he’d been nice to Jo while trapped with her on the planet, but Jim would have said anything to keep her calm and focused on anything but their situation.

Funny. Jim really was good with kids. He’d been nice to her without being condescending, sweet without encouraging her crush. Strict, but not cruel.

“Daddy. Promise?”

Bones blinked, focusing on Jo’s determined little face. She’d been trying her damndest to get the two of them to talk over the three days and clearly she was frustrated with their glacial pace of reconciliation. He sighed, running one hand through the hair on his forehead. At this rate he’d be bald before he hit forty. “Sure, Jo. I’ll talk to him tonight.”

“Excellent. Liandra, Hab, Sprek and I were going to the star cartography lab after dinner anyway.” Jo tilted her head, looking up at him from under her lashes. “I heard Jim’s mom say that Jim hasn’t been eating much lately. Maybe you guys could have dinner together.”

Jesus. His daughter was trying to set him up. He could almost hear the little shit smirk as she walked out of the room, whistling.

“Doctor McCoy to Captain Kirk.”

“Bones? What’s up?”

“You’re off shift in twenty minutes, right?”

“Yeah..” His voice was cautious. Bones hated himself a little for being the one to put that tone in Jim’s usually boisterous, super-friendly voice.

“If you’re not busy, we could have dinner. I have a couple of things to.. er… discuss.”

There was a moment of silence. “I guess that would be okay.” Jim’s voice sounded shy. The low timbre of it made Bones’ heart beat a little faster in his chest.

“Sounds good. McCoy out.”

Bones had a moment of pure panic before he shook his head ruefully and called down to the mess to have a tray sent up. He didn’t use that privilege often, usually only when he’d been on his feet for hours and hours. He ordered quickly then hustled into the fresher for a shower. Bones didn’t mess around with the sonics, preferring the old-fashioned water shower instead. Fifteen minutes later, he was sauntering out of the shower with a white fluffy towel slung low around his hips, face buried in a smaller towel when he heard a low cough and stopped, freezing in place at the sound.

Jim stood there, eyes slightly widened, holding the covered tray in his hands. Bones flushed. For a second he could only thank God that he hadn’t spent the last few minutes jacking off or something, but then reflected that based on the way Jim was currently biting his lip so that he didn’t burst into laughter, the other would have been less humiliating.

“Ah—hi there, Jim. How long you been here?”

“Oh since the second chorus. I didn’t know what exactly was burning, but the way you went down, down, down into the ring of fire was pretty special. I don’t think I’ve ever heard notes that sounded quite that … ah… that interesting before." Jim smiled brightly.

“Oh fuck you.” Bones grinned, turning and rummaging in his closet for some clothes. This was them. Regular, stupid joking around. Not the shit he'd put Jim through in the past few days. God, he had so much to apologize for...

“No, really Bones. The way you harmonized with er.. yourself was truly awe-inspiring. And the volume! Wow, I bet they heard you on Delta Vega.”

Bones snorted, pulling out a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt.

“I’m just gonna set this tray down. But hey, remind me to get Scotty out here. That last note you hit probably did something to the water purificat—“

The rolled up pair of socks hit Jim directly in the back of the head. Bones smirked, ducking back into the fresher to get dressed. He had already slung the towels into the recycler before he realized he’d forgotten underwear, instead sliding the jeans up over his bare ass. He slid into the shirt and walked out, barefoot, combing his hair with his fingers.

“Bones, you missed it. Your daughter is some kind of freak of nature. I didn’t know Vulcans could be wrapped around anyone’s finger, but Jesus. Spock was all but cooing. Well, you know. I mean that look he usually has that's all 'I do not find your antiquated human inconsistencies amusing' was totally gone. And.. his lip twitched. I kicked him off the bridge so that he could supervise the brain trust’s cartography project.”

“She’s something, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah I know. I get that you guys heard everything down there but she was really great, Bones. Strong and so damn smart. I mean, I knew in an abstract way that you had to be a great dad, but fuck Bones. She absolutely idolizes you. She was so brave, and funny and…”

“Jim.” Bones reached out to grab Jim’s shoulder, halting Jim’s nervous babble.

Jim tried a smile, one that failed miserably.

“I’m sorry, Jim.”

“No! It’s okay. I get it. You and your ex were.. I mean she… I mean.” Jim took a deep breath. “I’m sorry she made you think that I was with her. I know you were jealous. I even get why, man.”

“You… do?”

“Of course I do! Reconciliation is hard enough without having all these miles in between. But with you and Jo and your… I mean, her mom on Cerberus together it should work out great.” Jim’s smile was bright. If Bones hadn’t known him so well, he would have believed it to be sincere.

“Jim…”

“Hey let’s eat! I’m fucking starving.”

“Jim.”

“Yeah?” Jim’s face was carefully blank except for the brittle smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Bones bent down a little, stepping into Jim’s space and cupping the back of Jim’s head, tilting his head so that they could kiss. Jim was absolutely stunned, eyes almost painfully wide as Bones brushed his mouth against Jim’s once, twice, before shifting back just slightly, breathing a little heavier than normal.

“I don’t give a fuck about Jocelyn. I was jealous, imagining you with her. Not her with you. She told me that you had spoken and… and I thought that she’d seduced you or something. Repeating history. I had it in my head that you guys had hid it from me. I told myself that it was because Jo could have so easily been hurt, but… but it didn’t have anything to do with her, really.”

They were so close that Jim was a little cross-eyed, staring at Bones as he spoke.

“I’m not going anywhere, Jim. If Jo is happy at your mom’s school, then that’s where she needs to be. But here? On this ship? This is where I need to be, Jim. With you.” Bones barely recognized his own voice, strangled as it was with emotion. “I was going crazy with both of you gone. All I could think of was-- you wouldn’t know. Know how I felt. That you were hurt. That she was... God.That I had fucked up everything.” Bones forced himself to step away from Jim. He darted a look down to his fingers to where he’d mangled the tail of his shirt.

“Bones—“ Jim breathed, reaching out for him, bringing their mouths crashing together. This time when they kissed, it was like a spark had jumped from Jim’s mouth to Bones’, infusing his blood with heat. Jim kissed like he did everything else, confidently slanting his mouth over Bones’, nipping at his bottom lip, following it with the tip of his tongue.

Bones lost time, breathing only when he had to, running his hands over Jim’s chest, his shoulder and back, down to his hips. Bones flexed his fingers, tightening them just over Jim’s uniform pants, and Jim’s breath stuttered, puffing against Bones’ cheek. Jim kissed down to Bones’ neck, following the column of his throat, scraping his teeth over Bones’ Adam’s apple as his head fell back, Bones sliding his hands around to Jim’s ass, pulling their lower bodies together.

“God, Bones…”

Bones laughed a little, deep in his chest, sliding a leg between Jim’s.

“What’s a matter, kid?”

“Why the fuck did we wait for so long? I still can’t believe this is real.”

Bones snapped the button on Jim’s uniform pants, tilting his hips so that their cocks bumped together. Both men groaned again, Bones cursing under his breath.

“Oh it's real. You gonna fuck me, Jim?”

Jim froze completely, every single muscle in his body tensing as he pulled away slightly, staring down at Bones in shock.

“You’ve never thought of it? How hot I’d feel? How tight when you shove into me?”

“Fuck, Bones!” Jim was actually panting, staring at him with eyes gone dark with want.

“That’s the idea, Jimmy. Or, do you want me to do you? I’m not gonna lie, I’ve certainly thought about shutting that pretty mouth of yours right the fuck up, just shoving my cock down your throat till you gag on—“

Bones wasn’t sure where all the porn dialogue was coming from, but it certainly seemed to be working as Jim attacked his mouth, kissing him so passionately that for a second their teeth clicked together as they both fought for dominance of the kiss.

Jim walked him backwards, his hand hard on his cock, cupping Bones through his jeans until Bones fell back on the bed, bouncing a little as Jim gave him a little push with his hands. He stared up at Jim as he tried to toe off his boots and take off his shirts at the same time, stumbling a little and barking his shin on the corner of Bones’ bed.

“Ouch! Fuck!”

Bones laughed, palming himself through his jeans, smirking up at Jim as he emerged from his clothes, face already a little sweaty.

“C’mon, kid.”

Jim slid off his uniform pants and kicked them somewhere, sending them into the table, the dinner tray crashing off onto the floor, one bowl spinning in place before falling over with a flump.

Bones cupped himself again, spreading his legs a little. He slid his hands up to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, but before he could finish, Jim was on him again, kissing him hard and wet, sucking on his tongue and biting at his lips.

Then his shirt was off, and Jim was licking at his stomach, nails scratching against his skin as he pulled Bones’ jeans down, sliding them off his legs with another moan and a muffled “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

Bones felt Jim’s hands on his knees, pulling his legs apart. The feel of Jim’s mouth on him sent him almost jackknifing up, curling around Jim’s body as his mouth licked over him, sucking and teasing, the wet, slurping sounds seeming crazily loud over the faint hum of the engines.

“Jim!” Bones choked, flopping back down onto the mattress with a groan. Jim wrapped one hand around the base of Bones’ cock, fisting lazily over him, sucking on the head while the very tip of his tongue did truly filthy things, swirling and tracing under the ridge, lapping up the precum that slid down his cock.

Bones felt his balls tighten, and choked out another cry of warning. Jim tightened his fist around the base of Bones’ cock sliding off of him with a wet slurp, watching as he bobbed there, red and swollen and wet.

Bones had his wrist over his mouth, trying to muffle his own gasps and moans. He looked down at Jim as the younger man smirked up at him, slapping him on the thigh, licking his lips.

“Turn over.”

Bones would have laughed at himself had he been anyone else at the way he quickly flipped over, shoving his ass in the air, spreading his legs, knowing he was completely on display like this and not giving a fuck. He reached over to his bedside table and rummaged in the drawer, almost falling when he felt Jim’s hands trailing over his ass, slowly, nails scratching at the skin.

He tossed the lube back towards Jim and pulled a pillow over, propping himself up. Bones expected to feel the wet glide of fingers, pulling him apart and teasing his twitching hole.

He did not expect to feel the wet glide of Jim’s tongue against his balls, sucking them into his mouth and laving them with his tongue.

“Oh..Oh fuck, Jim…”

Jim’s laugh was evil as he sucked a little harder, his nose pressing slightly against Bones’ perineum. Bones froze, his breath catching in his throat. Bones felt Jim’s hands spreading him apart, his wet mouth licking up, delving into the crease between his cheeks, nuzzling at his skin.

Bones cried out, muffling his yell into the pillow.

His ass was sopping wet from Jim’s mouth, his tongue sliding against him, just as talented as before. Bones couldn’t stop cursing, rubbing his aching cock against the mattress desperate for friction. “Jim, quick fucking around and fucking give me your cock—oh. Oh, nhhhhhhnnnghhh.”

Jim’s finger, slick with lube slid in next to his tongue, pressing against the ring of muscle, sending nerves flaring. Bones broke out in gooseflesh, freezing again, concentrating only on the feel of Jim’s mouth, his finger breaching him, sliding into his ass.

Oh fucking motherfuck he hadn’t done this in awhile.

Jim moved, resting his chin against Bones’ thigh, slicking his finger again and teasing him, dipping in and pressing against his inner walls, sliding the lube around the thin membrane before sliding the finger back out. Bones lost track of time again, concentrating on that finger, then fingers, sliding into him and working the small, tight hole open until Bones couldn’t keep still, fucking himself back on Jim’s fingers.

“Look at you, Bones. So fucking hot. Christ, look at you take three like that. I could look at this for hours, could watch you close around my fingers like this for fucking…ever.” He hooked his fingers, the callus on his middle finger rubbing against Bones’ prostate, making him wail again into the pillow, trembling.

“Jim. Please. Please, darlin’ I love.. I.. I..want.. I…”

Bones could feel his lips as they smiled against his leg, but couldn’t seem to stifle the words as they tumbled from his mouth, desperate now for Jim, to feel him inside him, around him.

Jim was slick with sweat as he moved, sliding up and pulling at Bones’ hips, arranging him exactly where he wanted him. The head of Jim’s cock bumped, stuttered against his hole and Bones moaned again, a high-pitched whine of need.

“Shhh, Bones.” Jim’s hands petting at him, the slow, stretch of the head of his cock inside and Bones couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus on anything except the smell and the feel of Jim.

"Jim. Jim. JimJimJim..."

Jim slid inside slowly, both of them sucking in strangled breaths at the sensation, Bones feeling stretched and full and fuck, this was Jim inside of him. Jim was pulling out, only to slide in, faster and faster until he was pounding into Bones’ ass, yanking up his hips and changing the angle just …enough. Bones’ neck couldn’t support his head, lolling forward again onto the pillow. Jim snaked his hand around Bones’ hip, wrapping again around his cock and Bones was thrusting into Jim’s fist, slamming himself back on Jim’s thick cock, lost in sensation and heat; sweat and Jim’s breath whispering into his ear.

“Come on Bones, come on, cum for me, Come on c’mon…”

He felt the hot splash of Jim’s cum deep inside of him, felt Jim shake and Bones lost it, screaming, lights bright behind his eyelids.

***
Later ….

Bones woke when Jim tilted his leg up, sliding into him easily, still open and wet from before. Jim’s arm pulled Bones back to his body, rocking lazily into him. Bones, never one to wake up gracefully, gave a sleepy, contented mutter and twisted, Jim sliding out of him when Bones pushed him back onto his back.

“Scoot up.”

Jim blinked up at him solemnly, a sweet smile on his face as he did so, bracing his back against the headboard. Bones threw one knee over his legs, angling himself so that he could slide back down onto Jim’s cock. They both hissed a little at the angle, Bones falling forward to kiss Jim’s lips.

The kiss wasn’t rushed this time. Jim’s hands slid against Bones’ skin, one hand on the back of Bones’ neck, the other tightening on Bones’ cock.Where before the slide of their hands were rough, desperate, now they were achingly gentle. Bones moved slowly, rotating his hips, sliding playfully up so that Jim almost slid all the way out before clenching his ass and dropping back down, watching as Jim’s beautiful mouth dropped open, stupid with lust and need. They teased each other for a little while, playing, until Bones’ orgasm hit him, causing his cock to shake and spurt onto Jim’s stomach. Bones sighed, sliding one fingertip over Jim’s abs, swirling it in a figure eight, licking at his own taste.

“Bones,” Jim’s moan sounded wrecked. “God, Bones. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

Jim moved, sliding Bones onto his back again, thrusting into him with no finesse. Bones wrapped his legs and arms around Jim, whispering how much he wanted him, how beautiful he was, how much he loved him, needed him, over and over until Jim was crying out, shaking and coming apart over and in and around him.

****

Much later…

“OH MY GOD!!!!”

The shriek sent Jim fumbling, his arm coming out and belting Bones across the bridge of his nose.

“Ouch! Goddamnit!”

“Oh God oh oh my god oh my Zefram’s blessed butthole I’m blind I’m scarred for life oh my GOD!”

There was a brief tug of war for the sheet, before Jim, the coward, dove under the damn thing.

Bones huffed a breath, then had to laugh at the way Jo stood there, eyes covered, backing slowly away from the years of therapy barely decent from the one tiny corner of the sheet that Jim had left him.

The side of the bed near him began to shake suspiciously.

“Well, Jo.” Bones began, yanking the sheet one last time so at least his entire ass was completely covered. “You said you wanted me to be friends with Jim, here.”

“Oh my GOD! I’m just going to.. uh. Go. To the lab. Possibly to play with some radiation until my eyes melt. You two.. er….” But Jo couldn’t think of anything to say, instead escaping out into the corridor.

Jim peeked at him from under the blanket, one blue eye bright with mirth.

“You suck. Also, good morning.”

“Mornin’ Bones.”

They both lost it then, sputtering into giggles and brays of laughter like kids.

Joanna, listening at the door, smirked, lips twisting into a look that any passerby could tell you was completely her father at his most amused.

“People really shouldn’t underestimate me.” Her whisper was satisfied. Jo straightened, flipping one of her braids behind her shoulder.

She had several credits to collect from Winona.

EPILOGUE.