Oh, God. For all that's a Christmas story, it's my valentine to them. They're still... they think they're still fuckbuddies here, but we the audience know better.
Jim doesn't flash his usual grin, the bright cocky charmer that dazzles everyone. He smiles, so sweetly Leonard's heart hurts, and runs his fingers through Leonard's hair, resting their foreheads together a moment.
Because I couldn't resist, really.
"You're not doing any of the work tonight," he murmurs in a hushed voice like he's saying something else entirely,
Something like "I love you and I'm here for you," just possibly. *snickers authorially*
Leonard curves his hands to the taut swell of Jim's ass and kisses over the pound of his heart, the rise of his pectoral, the sagittal end of his collarbone,
I am the ruins of a premedical student, so I have fun describing Jim's pretty body through a doctor's eyes.
So when Jim leans up, Leonard gasps out, "More lube?" but Jim just shakes his head, his flanks velvety damp but steady, his breathing easy.
I switch my couples all around, but I usually have a 'more lube' and a 'lube, what lube' person.
"I got this," Jim tells him, stroking him with slick fingers until his eyes roll back. "I got you."
My notes for this said "have Jim say 'I love you' as many different ways as he can without those words." Or something like.
"Oh, God, Jim," Leonard starts to babble before he chokes on joy, struggling not to say anything ridiculous, and as Jim rocks up his eyes fall shut on the sight of that smile.
AHAHA oh Bones. He was totally going to start babbling about how much he loves Jim and how much this means to him, if he let himself. It's amusing to remember my glee at making him choke himself.
Leonard manages not to embarrass himself, mostly because Jim moves patiently, setting a pace like a steady jog. Mostly Jim takes things fast, noisy and wild, while Leonard grumps after him and does his best to keep up, but right now the room echoes with the slow slide of their bodies and their ragged moans.
I stole that detail from Sarka, I think. Jim would totally -- well, actually, Jim would try to figure out what the person he's with wants, I think, because like a good cook, a good lover knows different people like different things. But I think his usual inclination is to fast and hard, and here for Leonard's sake he's taking it slow.
Every time Leonard catches himself wanting to say more he squeezes Jim's hips instead, and Jim undulates a little harder, a little more forcefully, like he already knows every foolish exclamation spinning in the back of Leonard's mind.
*beams* I'm still glad I wrote them this story. Thank you for having me revisit it!
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Jim doesn't flash his usual grin, the bright cocky charmer that dazzles everyone. He smiles, so sweetly Leonard's heart hurts, and runs his fingers through Leonard's hair, resting their foreheads together a moment.
Because I couldn't resist, really.
"You're not doing any of the work tonight," he murmurs in a hushed voice like he's saying something else entirely,
Something like "I love you and I'm here for you," just possibly. *snickers authorially*
Leonard curves his hands to the taut swell of Jim's ass and kisses over the pound of his heart, the rise of his pectoral, the sagittal end of his collarbone,
I am the ruins of a premedical student, so I have fun describing Jim's pretty body through a doctor's eyes.
So when Jim leans up, Leonard gasps out, "More lube?" but Jim just shakes his head, his flanks velvety damp but steady, his breathing easy.
I switch my couples all around, but I usually have a 'more lube' and a 'lube, what lube' person.
"I got this," Jim tells him, stroking him with slick fingers until his eyes roll back. "I got you."
My notes for this said "have Jim say 'I love you' as many different ways as he can without those words." Or something like.
"Oh, God, Jim," Leonard starts to babble before he chokes on joy, struggling not to say anything ridiculous, and as Jim rocks up his eyes fall shut on the sight of that smile.
AHAHA oh Bones. He was totally going to start babbling about how much he loves Jim and how much this means to him, if he let himself. It's amusing to remember my glee at making him choke himself.
Leonard manages not to embarrass himself, mostly because Jim moves patiently, setting a pace like a steady jog. Mostly Jim takes things fast, noisy and wild, while Leonard grumps after him and does his best to keep up, but right now the room echoes with the slow slide of their bodies and their ragged moans.
I stole that detail from Sarka, I think. Jim would totally -- well, actually, Jim would try to figure out what the person he's with wants, I think, because like a good cook, a good lover knows different people like different things. But I think his usual inclination is to fast and hard, and here for Leonard's sake he's taking it slow.
Every time Leonard catches himself wanting to say more he squeezes Jim's hips instead, and Jim undulates a little harder, a little more forcefully, like he already knows every foolish exclamation spinning in the back of Leonard's mind.
*beams* I'm still glad I wrote them this story. Thank you for having me revisit it!