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Yes this could be arranged
It’s late by the time Jim gets back to the apartment and he enters quietly, wondering if Bones has gone off to bed already. He wouldn’t be surprised, honestly; the guy has the nighttime stamina of a ninety-year-old grandpa.
But then he sees the dim glow of a lamp down the hall and proceeds less carefully, thinking Bones left a light on to keep him from falling on his face. It’d be just like him to do that, Jim thinks appreciatively. As much as he gripes and complains about living together, Bones has always-
Jim stops dead in the doorway to the living room, his jacket slipping from his hand to land on the floor.
The lamp by the couch is on, tossing orange light and black shadow around the room, and on the couch, wrapped in an afghan burrito with one socked foot emerging from one end and a mess of dark hair from the other, is one Leonard McCoy.
"Oh my God," Jim mouths, then quietly takes off his shoes, kicking them into a corner so he can pad closer without being detected. "Holy shit," he continues silently, bending low and trying to peer down the top of the burrito at Bones’ face.
The burrito suddenly stirs, and a hand shoots out, grabbing onto the front of Jim’s shirt. Jim gargles in shock, then blinks when Bones’ head pops out of the tangle of afghan, squinting blearily into the light.
"…….im?" Bones croaks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, and ohgodhe’sadorable.
“Yeah, I’m here.” Jim watches, awestruck, as Bones yawns and scratches at the back of his hand, combing clumsily through his wild hair. There’s an imprint of the couch cushion along one cheek, his eyes still glazed over as he peers around quizzically.
"Just now." Jim can’t resist reaching out and touching that crazy hair, and Bones leans his head into his palm. Shit.
“Pasta,” Bones murmurs, already falling back asleep right there against Jim’s hand. “In the fridge.”
"Okay. Okay, I’ll get right on that. Jesus, look at you." Jim shakes his head and chuckles. "Incredible."
"Wha….?" Bones struggles to keep his eyes open, but his head’s getting heavier and Jim pats his cheek lightly.
"Don’t worry about it, buddy." Jim starts to straighten up again, wondering if he should somehow lug Bones back to his bed or just leave him there to moan about his back in the morning, and Bones grabs him again, dragging him down with unexpected strength for someone so far gone.
They end up in an ungainly pile on the couch, Jim lying half on top of Bones with his legs tangled in the afghan and Bones’ arm heavy and restraining around his waist. Jim grunts in surprise, then resigns himself to being used as a body pillow.
Bones buries his face against Jim’s neck, exhaling in satisfaction, and proceeds to stick a hand down the back of Jim’s pants. Jim jumps, or tries, and Bones grumbles disapprovingly.
“Whoa, whoa there,” Jim laughs nervously and reaches around awkwardly, grasping Bones’ wrist and removing the wandering hand.
"G’to sleep," Bones orders, his words slurring together. Jim lies still, feeling the slow beating of Bones’ heart against his chest, and realizes that there’s really only one thing to do in his situation.
He reaches over, turns off the lamp, and pulls a corner of the dislodged afghan over himself. “Goodnight, Bones,” he says, letting the other man pull him close again, and hopes gleefully that Bones remembers all of this in the morning.
Anthem for a Doomed Youth — Wilfred Owen
requested by towrathandruin
so i was in the bus with this granny by my side when we spotted two girls kissing by the bus stop. the granny turned to me and said “these girls are so pretty. at their age i was pretty ugly. well, maybe that’s why i had to marry a man” i almost died omg
does anyone else have an actor who you just vehemently refuse to see movies they’re in because you just can’t stand them for no particular reason just nOPE
There’s no need to drive me crazy Karl..
I’m close enough to walk!
Finished (or as finished as they’re going to get ><) pieces of Glinda and Elphaba from Wicked, one of my favourite books & adaptations, for the Ladies of Literature charity art project which will be coming out next month (organised by the wonderful Arielle!) :D