They couldn’t go directly from Starbase 642 to Risa – performing a “dump and run,” as Sulu muttered out of earshot of all the admirals.  Admiral Jellico insisted upon a formal dinner for all senior staff on the evening of her arrival and commandeered Jim for the entire night.  After that, Admiral Lynch sent them on another diplomatic mission ferrying Admiral DeVere from Starbase 642 to a planet just outside the Romulan Neutral Zone.

All in all, it was three more weeks before the Enterprise was granted one week of shore leave, by which point tensions were so high that the ship’s xenobiologist was worried the tribble would spawn.  No one wanted that because the nearest planet where they could offload tribbles was five days in the opposite direction.

Working out shore leave among bridge crew was awkward, but finally manageable once Jim bribed Sulu to cover the last three days of the week.  Bones asked repeatedly what the arrangement had involved, but neither Jim nor Sulu would talk about it.  Chekov, who overheard the arrangement, merely blushed bright red every time Bones asked.

For form’s sake, Jim made it clear during the last senior staff meeting that everyone was to have separate rooms.  Since this was delivered without any winks or other indication he was joking or exaggerating, Bones was taken aback.  Afterward, Jim explained that if the admiralty really was watching the Enterprise so closely, they had to at least play at being circumspect.  Bones smiled in response.

“We here on Risa are very pleased to welcome back the Enterprise,” the host murmured obsequiously.  He made Bones’s skin crawl, and Uhura’s as well by the expression of distaste on her face.

“Thank you,” Jim replied, turning on the charm full force.  “We’d just like to check in.  We’re tired.”  Uhura complied by yawning widely, delicately covering her mouth.

The host’s eyes widened.  “Of course!  So sorry, Captain.”  And so went the next thirty minutes.  When the host tried to trip into any sort of hero worship – he had apparently been in San Francisco during the Narada attack – Jim firmly squashed him; when the host drifted off-topic, Jim brought him around again; when the host tried to flirt, Jim glared.

At last, the senior crew, excepting Chekov, who had the first half-week, had their rooms.  All of them were even upgraded due to their difficulties during check-in.

“I find myself impressed, Captain,” Uhura murmured, a smile toying at her mouth.

Jim raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms over his chest.  “Oh?”

Uhura said nothing else, merely smiled enigmatically and headed to the elevators with her room key and pack.  Bones laughed, as did Sulu.  Scotty muttered something under his breath about obstinate women and headed to the bar.  Spock allowed one corner of his mouth to slowly turn upward, then followed Uhura.

Still smirking, Bones turned to Jim.  “Should we find our rooms?”  With a sigh, Jim nodded.

The resort they’d chosen was neither the most ostentatious nor the seediest, but was on the upscale side.  Their upgraded rooms were on the twentieth floor, just below the penthouse level.  Bones murmured that a kiss might have gotten them the penthouse and Jim glared ferociously.  Doors in the main living area connected their rooms, doors they immediately unlocked and opened.  From the exterior, no one would know they were sharing as long as they remember to close the connectors when they left the premises.

When they entered the bedroom of Jim’s room, Bones smiled slowly.  It looked as if it had been decorated with debauchery in mind.  Given that it was Risa, that was entirely possible.

“You’ve got to see this, Bones!” Jim called from the bathroom.

Leonard McCoy prided himself on being a decisive man.  Some of those decisions sometimes came back to bite him in the ass – spurning Jim, for one – but others seemed to work out.  Joining Starfleet in the shambles of his divorce despite his aviaphobia had worked out so far, but he knew that was due more to the man currently in the other room than anything he’d done for himself.

As quickly as he could, and before he could change his mind, he stripped off his clothing, dropping it in an untidy heap.  He caught sight of himself in the mirror over the dresser and grimaced.  Despite what Jim repeatedly said – and his ex-wife for that matter – he’d never considered his body to be that exceptional.  But it pleased Jim and Christ knew Jim’s body pleased him, so Bones figured things evened out.

“Bones?” Jim called, puzzled.  “What the hell are you doing out there?”

Scrambling now, he crawled onto the bed, lying down on his back.  The headboard was studded with multiple handgrips.  Feeling like five kinds of fool, Bones reached over his head and grabbed two of the grips.

“Bones?  What – ”

Bones knew the exact moment Jim stepped out of the bathroom because the words died in his throat.

When Jim spoke again, his voice was nearly an octave lower.  “I guess we’re skipping dinner.”

Bones looked over at him.  He was frozen in the doorway, hand gripping the jamb as if it were the only thing holding him upright.  Every line of his body was tense.  Bones smiled slowly before licking his lips.  Jim’s mouth fell open and Bones could hear his breathing even from several feet away.

“Maybe,” Bones said, shifting to turn toward Jim without releasing the headboard.

“What – ”  Jim’s voice cracked.  He cleared his throat, then tried again.  “What brought this on?”

“Mmm,” Bones murmured, rolling onto his back again.  He brought one knee up until his foot was flat on the bed.  If he didn’t know better, he could have sworn Jim squeaked in response.  “It seems to me that I owe you an apology.”

“Most people just say sorry,” Jim hissed.

Bones turned his head, raising one eyebrow.  “You complaining?”  Jim shook his head vehemently.  “Then why the hell are you all the way over there?”

“Trying to understand.”

Bones allowed his smile to curl the edges of his mouth slowly, softly, until his lips parted and his teeth showed.  “I thought you were the one to leap in where angels fear to tread.”

“You’re no angel,” he spat.

Bones chuckled.  “Neither are you.”

Bones let one hand release the headboard and brought it to his cock.  Arching upward slightly, he palmed his cock, stroking himself lightly.  He’d had only his hand and a few brief, stolen moments with Jim for company over the last several weeks.  While it was even more arousing to know Jim was watching him, it wasn’t what he wanted.  He wanted Jim.

“Come here, Jim,” he said.

There was no rustle of movement, only Jim’s continued harsh, heavy breathing.  Dammit, Jim, why’d you have to start thinking?

Eyes still closed, Bones fisted himself, biting his lower lip.  Jim moaned.  Bones twisted his hand, running it over the head and down again.  “I need to apologize for the way I treated you,” he breathed.  “I treated you like shit.”

“You had good reasons,” Jim answered.  His voice was hoarse, but Bones didn’t dare look at him.

“Doesn’t matter.  I . . . fuck . . . still shouldn’t – ”

“I order you not to come.”

Bones’s eyes flew open, head turning to the doorway.  Jim had pried himself from the doorjamb and was standing, arms crossed and eyes narrowed, between the bathroom and the bed.  The look in his eyes was pure Enterprise Captain, not just his friend and lover, Jim Kirk.

“Excuse me?”

Jim quirked an eyebrow upward.  “Did you not hear me the first time, Doctor?  I gave you an order.”

A strangled moan escaped him before he could stop it.  He knew then that he was forgiven.  Whatever he had done, both to Jim and to the ship, no matter how well intentioned, he truly was forgiven.  They didn’t role-play unless they were well into their comfort zones.

“I heard you, Captain,” he replied insolently.

“I think you need to replace both hands over your head,” Jim said, moving closer.  He dropped his hands to his sides.

Bones licked his lips again – all his panting made them incredibly dry – and released his cock to reach for the headboard.  Jim’s eyes scanned him from head to toe, lingering nowhere but burning every part of him with laser intensity.

“Legs flat,” he barked.  Bones let his leg slide flat.

Jim crawled up the bed from Bones’s feet.  He was still fully clothed, the delicate friction of cloth against naked skin working overtime to enflame his already heated senses.  By the time Jim was fully atop him, hip to hip and shoulder to shoulder, Bones had nearly bitten through his lower lip.  His arms ached from the strain of holding back the desire to grab Jim, strip him, and pound him into the mattress.

Jim licked a stripe up Bones’s jaw to his ear.  “I like the way you follow orders, Doctor.”

Bones said nothing.  The entire point of his had been to submit to apologize.  Not, possibly, the most rational of thoughts, but since it was getting him what he wanted, he didn’t think it mattered.

Jim pulled back to look Bones in the eye.  “The proper response is ‘Yes, Captain,’ or ‘Yes, sir.’  There should not be a lack of response.”

Bones raised an eyebrow but answered, “Yes, sir,” in a slow drawl.  Jim’s eyes slid shut as his breath fanned over Bones’s cheek in a hot puff.  Bones smiled.  He wasn’t ignorant of what that slow Southern drawl did to Jim.

“Now, Doctor, I think you have a problem.”  He wiggled a little, sending Bones’ eyes rolling back in his head.  He slid his hands along Bones’s arms, thereby putting his full weight on Bones.  If he didn’t kill Jim, he was going to fuck him until he couldn’t walk given how much the bastard was teasing him.

“Yes, sir, I do,” Bones growled.  “Its name is Jim Kirk.”

“Mmm,” Jim rumbled, then bent his head to suck on the pulse point of Bones’s neck.  Bones hissed before moaning and thrusting upward.  He was sure he was leaving stains on Jim’s uniform but couldn’t bring himself to care – and if Jim cared, he’d take the damn uniform off.  “Is that any way to treat a superior officer?”

“If by superior you mean he’s on top, then, yes, sir,” Bones retorted, biting his lip as Jim bit his shoulder.

“You’re . . . insolent, Doctor,” he whispered, trailing kisses down Bones’s chest.  He allowed his fingertips to trail lightly behind, tracing shadows over Bones’s skin.  “I’d say insubordinate, but that’s the idea, I think.”  He latched his lips onto a nipple and bit lightly.

“Yes, sir!” Bones gasped, arching upward, regretting for the moment the night Jim discovered his nipples were so sensitive, because Jim was using that knowledge to torture him now.  Jim laved the nipple he’d just abused with the flat of his tongue then blew air over it.  Bones moaned, gritting his teeth.

Jim hummed softly, licking a hot trail across Bones’ chest to his other nipple.

Bones twisted against Jim, trying for more friction even as Jim sucked on his nipple, sending jolts straight through him to his cock.  He tightened his grip on the headboard, the tendons in his wrists and elbows standing out in sharp relief due to the increased tension, and hoped the nearly two months without anything more than furtive moments would mean the first time would be quick.  They had all week to tease each other.

Jim trailed his fingers over Bones’s collarbones as he lifted his head.  The blue of Jim’s eyes was, to borrow an overly poetic phrase, like a flame.  Bones rolled his own eyes even as he thought it, but that didn’t stop the analogy from entering his head.

When Bones licked his lips, Jim slid two fingers into his mouth.  Breath leaving in a gasp, he sucked Jim’s fingers in to the second knuckle, holding his gaze as he did.

“I think you’re more skilled than you let on, Doctor,” Jim whispered, then moaned and closed his eyes as Bones swirled his tongue around his fingers in response.

Bones felt Jim’s cock throbbing against him, heat and hardness still encased in cotton.  It was all too reminiscent of their stolen kisses in hallways while Jellico was still on board, then while DeVere was on board.  There was one time when they’d stolen five minutes – one of which to jerk each other off and four to clean each other up.  Jim later licked his lips and mentioned he should have just gotten on his knees – at which point Bones had shoved him into a closet and onto his knees.  Less than five minutes later, both of them were much more relaxed.

But none of those furtive encounters stolen under the too pervasive eye of the admiralty made up for this, made up for time to be together.

Bones had long since come to the conclusion he’d been a fool if he thought he could ever sacrifice this, no matter the conflict he might have professionally.  It also had helped that Christine Chapel had had a few choice words with him after it was obvious he’d made up with Jim by telling him that if he was ever that foolish again, she’d assist the senior staff like they’d been pressuring her to do, and all of the staff would resolve their next fight for them.

Jim shuddered again as Bones flicked his tongue over the webbing between his fingers, softly muttering, “Fuck.”

Dropping his head to Bones’s chest, Jim began licking again, this time a path straight down Bones’s chest.  He braced himself with his free hand, shifting his weight to his knees, wedging them between Bones’s knees.  When he reached Bones’s navel, he began teasing it, thrusting his tongue in and out as if fucking it.

Bones shuddered.  He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been so close to coming without really being touched.  He sucked hard on Jim’s fingers.  If Jim were going to fuck his navel, he’d give Jim’s fingers a blow job.

When Jim gasped and pulled back, Bones smiled around the fingers in his mouth.  The smile lasted only until Jim moved his head a few inches south and took Bones’s cock into his mouth.

Bones arched upward, taut and tense between the headboard and Jim.  It was all he could do not to bite Jim’s fingers.  However accidental it might be, he was afraid he would do real damage.  He could feel his nostrils flare with every exhalation as he panted for breath.

Fuck, he needed to come.

It was just as well that he couldn’t see Jim with his cock in that too-pretty mouth, those “fuck me” eyes looking up at him as Jim half-knelt above him.  From that position, it was hard to believe Jim was captain of a starship and not a high-priced whore.

Bones shuddered violently.  Jim released his cock and angled his head to meet Bones’s eyes.  Pulling his fingers from Bones’s mouth, he said, “Come for me.  And I want to hear you, not just taste you, Doctor.”

Licking his lips, tasting Jim’s sweat there, Bones drawled, “Yes, Captain.”

It was Jim’s turn to moan, but he didn’t dwell on the drawl as he normally might.  Instead, he shifted back on the bed until his shoulders were parallel with Bones’s hips.  He licked a stripe down one hipbone before returning to Bones’s cock.

Bones didn’t dare look down or it would be over instantly.  He did talk, as ordered, using as much drawl as he could manage.  “Fuck, that feels good.  Been too long without you.”  Jim pressed his tongue to the vein on the underside, running up the entire length of his cock with pressure and wetness.  “Cap – Jim, please, fuck, yes, please.”

He knew he was begging, but didn’t care.  Jim shifted slightly, repositioning himself to flick the tip of his tongue over the slit.  Once, twice . . . on the third time, Bones’s vision whited out as he thrust upward hard, coming into Jim’s mouth.

When Bones opened his eyes again, he was vaguely disappointed to find that Jim had stripped and climbed back into bed.

“Mmm, wanted to watch you,” he murmured.

“Watch me what?” Jim asked, licking his lips.  A thrill ran through Bones because he knew Jim was tasting him there.

“Watch you undress.”  He smirked.  “Sir.”  That had the reaction he wanted as he felt Jim’s cock throb against his hip.  “How should I serve you, sir?”

Jim reached up and disentangled Bones’s hands from the headboard.  Holding his gaze, he moved slowly, draping himself over Bones in much the same way he had earlier – but naked.  Bones was going to curse the refractory period of his thirty-one-year-old body when he felt the telltale stirring of his cock.  He snorted.  A younger lover and relative abstinence will do it every time.

Bending his head, Jim captured Bones’s mouth in a kiss.  He employed all his seduction technique in that kiss, toying and teasing Bones until he was just as hot and hard as he’d been before coming.  Jim finished by sweeping his tongue once through Bones’s mouth.

“Christ, Jim, you should be outlawed,” Bones muttered.

Jim laughed softly.  Against Bones’s lips, he said, “I want to fuck you.  I want to make love to you.”

“At the same time?” Bones asked, eyebrows climbing upward.

“Right now, I want to fuck you.”  He thrust hard against Bones, making them both moan.  “I want to scratch you, bite you, own you.  I want you to do the same.”  Bones lifted his head and latched onto the juncture of Jim’s neck and shoulder, sucking hard.  Jim’s hips jerked in automatic response as he groaned.

“Then do it,” Bones hissed against Jim’s now-damp skin.

Bones felt Jim’s grin as much as heard it when he replied, “Thought you’d say that.”  Jim reached up and grabbed the lube he must have put there when he stripped.  Bones rolled his eyes.  Without even looking at him, Jim said, “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Doctor.”

Fingers coated, Jim rolled back to Bones.  “How much preparation do you want?”

The desperate part of him wanted to answer none, but that was immediately overridden by the logical, medical part of him that said he needed some prep or he wouldn’t be functional.

Bones licked his lips, making Jim swallow hard, before answering, “As much as you can stand before becoming impatient.  Sir.”

Jim’s eyes rolled back for a moment as he shivered.  He had to be well aware that if he didn’t prepare Bones well enough this would be the only time this week he’d be on top.  They both moaned when Jim slipped his fingers to Bones’s ass.

As Jim was usually the bottom, it had been several months since they’d done this.  It took a concerted effort for Bones to relax and allow Jim’s finger inside.  He hissed from the sting of it, but it didn’t hurt exactly.  Meeting Jim’s eyes, he nodded.  Jim worked a second finger inside.  Bones hissed again, the sensation always a strange one to accustom himself to.

Beads of sweat ran down Jim’s temple as he struggled to hold himself back.  Bones reached up, grabbing Jim and pulling him down.  He ran his tongue up Jim’s neck and temple, then into his hairline, making Jim jerk violently.  He loved to taste Jim, especially when he wasn’t expecting it.

Holding him tight, Bones hissed in Jim’s ear, “Fuck me with those fingers so I can have your cock in me, Captain.”

“Oh, fuck,” Jim moaned.  He began working his fingers in and out, slowly at first until Bones stopped wincing, then faster.  When he added a third finger, Bones began sucking on his neck.

When Bones bit him, he yanked his fingers out – ignoring Bones’s exclamation of surprise and pain – and growled, “Patience is up.”  He hurriedly slicked his cock, then moved between Bones’s knees again, this time to bend his legs, cradling his knees in his bent arms, and pressed forward.

As the head of Jim’s cock breached him, Bones arched upward as much as he could while still holding eye contact.  As he slid all the way in, they both moaned.  Jim untangled his arms from Bones’s legs and bent to kiss him.

The kiss didn’t last long – the urge to move was too overwhelming – but it served its purpose.  This was what they’d both needed.

Bones reached up and scraped his fingernails down Jim’s back, making him grunt in pleasure and drive deep.  In response, Jim ducked his head and bit at Bones’s pectoral muscle, teeth scraping skin.  They weren’t normally so violent with each other, but Bones knew that he had felt the needed to mark Jim as his ever since finding out Jellico had tried to seduce him.  He could imagine Jim might feel the same way.

Before long, Jim reared back, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.  Bones reached down to fist himself, pumping frantically.  “Love you,” he murmured.

Jim’s voice trembled as he answered, “Love you, too.”  His eyes fluttered back in his head as he arched with the deep thrusts of his own climax.  Bones found few things more beautiful than James T. Kirk in the throes of orgasm.  As Jim’s orgasm waned, Bones came for the second time, spilling over his stomach and hand, and over Jim’s chest as he collapsed atop Bones.

They lay there, unmoving, for several moments.  Jim softened and slipped out, but they still didn’t move.

Eventually, Bones said, “We’re a disgusting mess.”  Jim grunted.  Bones sighed, shifted, and then remembered there was a reason other than disease that condoms were used for anal sex.  He grimaced.  “We need to call housekeeping.”

Jim lifted and turned his head to rest his chin on Bones’s chest and look up at him.  “You’re really fussy.”

“You’re not in the wet spot.”

Jim grinned.  Bones sighed.

“What about a shower?” Jim suggested, the look in his eyes darkening once again.  Unbelievably, Bones could feel Jim hardening against hips hip.  “I’ll help you get your hard-to-reach spots.”

Bones rolled his eyes.  “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But what a way to go.”  Jim leapt up.  The scratches Bones had given him stood out vividly on his back.  He stopped in the doorway of the bathroom and wiggled his ass.  It really was a nice ass.  “It’s a great bathroom shower big enough for two.”

Bones made a shooing motion with his hand, making Jim laugh.  Once he heard the water running, he rang Spock’s room to leave a message that neither he nor Jim would be at dinner that night.  Or breakfast the next morning.

Then he joined Jim in the shower.