Chapter Text
Four and a half years after Organia
The sun was bright, spreading its warmth like an embrace to the guests who were gathered outside, gathered to watch this new beginning. The air was redolent of birth—bright greens of newly unfurled leaves, just a waft of sweet flowers that would transform to sweeter fruit, and cool undertones of rain that gave succor but kindly subsided for this day.
The broad leaves of surrounding trees made the light flicker, casting teasing shadows until shades of light twirled and swirled in a dance both primal and transcendent. A dance the two figures standing underneath an arch of vines and flowers were about to undertake themselves.
Words were spoken solemnly and joyously, the clear tones ringing out over those gathered, joining in with the songs of birds and twitters of small mammals intrigued by this incursion into their territory.
And when Christopher Pike took Eleanora McCoy’s hand to slide on the symbol of a love without beginning or end, Jim’s hands flexed and his eyes sought out the man standing beside Eleanora.
As the pair exchanged vows, Jim and Leo exchanged smiles, promises and memories mixing to twine the bonds of family into something more complete than it was before. And as Eleanora and Chris leaned in to seal those vows, as the sun shone and the birds chirped, Jim knew Leo was remembering their own ceremony and how they had gotten there . . .
***
Five months after Organia
Jim stared at the PADD Leo had tossed on the desk. “Bones?”
Leo flopped down in the seat Jim’s students often took, stretching out his legs. Jim studied him; he looked exhausted. He’d been at the medical center for most of the prior evening and all morning. Jim was gonna have to have a little talk with Dr. Hashid about Leo’s schedule. He knew the man was excited about finally getting clearance for Leo to be listed as contracted civilian—cleared to work at the Starfleet Medical Center—but this was ridiculous.
Bones was only supposed to be working on a consulting basis, as he was now head of the San Francisco Medical Center’s neurology department. But he couldn’t say no when an interesting case came in. Or just any case at all. And Dr. Hashid was greedy. He’d keep Bones there all the damn time, even though he clearly had better things, people, to do at home.
Dr. Hashid would have to regulate Bones’ schedule cause Jim wasn’t above playing dirty. He would entice Bones home with the promise of outrageous sexual favors. And was, in fact, quite eager to follow through on every damn one now that he had Bones comfortably ensconced his house.
After everything had settled in January. Pike had come to Jim with a permanent offer and a ship. He’d been refused. The thought of spending years away from Bones was simply . . . not something he was willing to do. He was thirty-three and surprisingly found himself wondering what kind of life he and Bones could build together. He didn’t want to die alone on some crappy planet when he could be on Earth with Bones.
When he could have more than a life alone. He didn’t really know what that life would be, was a little hesitant to ask since Bones was technically still married, but if Jim dreamed of rings and maybe a kid . . . well, they were his damn dreams. Plus, they already had the two dogs. Jim didn’t even want to envision the havoc Mason and Dixon could wreck on a starship.
So, Jim had refused and smiled at the relief in Bones’ eyes, even as he’d muttered, “It’s your decision.”
Which is when Pike had come back with another offer, nine months in San Francisco and three months off- the schedule of a full professor- and Bones had urged him to take it.
“You can’t spend your life in Madison, Jim.”
“Why not? I could teach at UGA or Emory. I’d be teaching at Starfleet anyway.”
“You’d also be shaping future officers and I’m sure the Tactical division has plans for you. And you’re supposed to head into Romulan territory with Spock every year. It offers you both more protection if you’re a member of Starfleet rather than a private citizen.”
Jim folded his arms across his chest, “Who’s the tactics expert, you or me?”
An eye roll of hazel eyes, “Yeah, cause common sense is so difficult. For people who aren’t you, I mean.”
“Nice, Bones.”
“Just take the damn job.”
“But what about-”
“Just take it! Or I’ll have to tell SF Med that I can’t be their head of neurosurgery aft- Mmh!”
Jim ripped his mouth from Bones’ after a long moment and grinned, “Okay. You win.”
Finally.
Five months later they had settled into steady routine. Bones moved in with Jim in San Francisco and Jim moved in with Bones in Georgia, where they spent three months out of the year. Well, mostly three months. Sometimes Bones got called to Starfleet with an emergency, like yesterday so Jim had come in with him. Figured he’d use the time to look over lesson plans for the upcoming semester.
But now Bones was staring at him and Jim just sighed, pushing his glasses up his nose and turning his attention to the PADD. Decree of Divorce.
“When are you going to let the ophthalmology department repair your eyes?”
Jim didn’t look up from the PADD, “They think I’m not allergic to the new eye solution.”
“We’ve tested it on you three times.”
“Not my eyes.”
“Because you won’t let us.”
“Because I like being able to see. Yesterday morning, when you were getting out of the shower, I really liked being able to see.”
The memory of Jim pushing him back into the shower was still fresh and Leo flushed a bit, shifting in his chair. Jim gave him a brief, but victorious, leer, “Besides you like my glasses.”
“I-”
“I distinctly remember you coming into my office last semester, no less than once a week, and shoving me onto my own desk. With the glasses on.”
Leo flushed some more, his own eyes becoming a little glazed before Jim’s laugh penetrated the fog of memory. “Well-”
“Besides,” Jim continued, going back to reading, “the girls in my classes love ‘em. Everytime I have to use ‘em in lectures they sigh. Then they come to office hours.”
“Jim-” a warning growled.
He just looked up and grinned unrepentantly, “Of course I only offer them my superior knowledge on tactics and military history. The results being that the female command track cadets are wildly outperforming the male cadets.”
Leo seriously doubted that. He’d met Jim on campus for lunch before and it wasn’t only the female cadets checking out Admiral Tight Pants. Leo had nearly snorted water out of his nose the first time he’d overheard a student refer to Jim that way. Jim had just grinned. Smug bastard.
“Hey Bones, can we concentrate on the fact that you’re divorced now?”
“It’s not like it’s a surprise. Jocelyn told us that it would come through in the next few days when we met her for lunch last Friday.” Bones’ brows were raised in amusement.
Jim immediately scowled, “I don’t like that new boyfriend of hers. I meant to write her.”
“And tell her you don’t like her boyfriend?”
“Hey, I’m a superior judge of people. She should listen to me!”
“You liked the first guy she dated. The guy who turned out to be a reporter.”
Jim’s lower lip jutted out, “He was nice.”
“You mean he fawned over you.”
A half smile, “Well, who could blame the guy? Anyway, that’s not the point.”
“The point being that you think you should be able to tell my ex-wife and your former lover who she should date after her lover and her husband shacked up together?”
“Whom, Bones, whom.”
“Oh for the lo-”
Jim interrupted the exclamation, “I just think she could do better.”
Bones sent him an amused look and Jim actually flushed. “You know what I mean.”
Jim propped his chin his hands, “The point is . . . you’re no longer married. I’m no longer shacking up with a married man. Not compromising your morals. God, Bones, we’re vanilla now.”
Laughter warred with annoyance, resulting in a look Jim was highly familiar with, “Jim-”
Rising up from behind his desk, Jim made his way around his desk, leaning against it, jutting out his hips and watching as Bones’ eyes fell to his crotch, where his half-hard cock was growing. “You’re gonna have to make me feel better about being in a perfectly respectable relationship, Bones.”
The other man didn’t take his gaze off Jim’s cock, licking his lower lip, his voice husky, “Yeah? You got any recommendations? Admiral.”
A slow smile bloomed across Jim’s face, “On your knees, Cadet McCoy.”
And when Leo sent a cool look to Jim before sliding onto his knees, smoothly undoing Jim’s pants and tugging them over his ass and taking in the bare cock underneath, he sucked Jim in smoothly and quickly after all these months of practice.
Then Jim was panting, biting his lip to hold back some of the cries, having become accustomed to quieter fucking in his office, and Bones was giving a last swirl of his tongue before standing, grabbing Jim mid-protest and whirling him around, shoving him forward so that gorgeous ass jutted out.
Large hands filled themselves with those cheeks, palming and squeezing firm muscle, pulling them apart and blowing air over that hot little hole. Jim cried out, stretching his arms forward the grab the edge of his desk as he felt a wet tongue, probing, licking into him.
“Fuck, Bones!”
Another lick, then hot breath, “Bones is your boyfriend, isn’t he, Admiral? That’s why scream his name when you’re coming around my dick, isn’t it? Does he know about me, Admiral? Does he know you like me to come into your office and suck you? Does he know you like me to shove you over your own desk and fuck you?” Jim shuddered under the weight of that growl, the game Bones had thrown him into.
“Does he know you’re so fucking easy I never come here without lube in my pocket? Because I know within ten minutes, this ass will be in the air while you beg me to fill it?” Two lube covered fingers slid deep into Jim’s ass and he cried out, flexing eagerly around those fingers before shifting his legs a little further apart.
“That’s it, darlin’,” Bones whispered before he remembered he wasn’t Bones right now. So he stood, twisting his wrist so he was now slamming the fingers into Jim, fucking him open and ripping deep, guttural moans out of him, “Does he wonder why you’re so fucking loose when you get home? Or do you shower first, washing my come out of your ass, hiding the pants streaked with me?”
Jim cried out when a slicked cock-head pushed against him, pushing him open to glide in the first inch, “Fuck!”
The wickedly hot voice returned, now speaking right into Jim’s ear as Leo braced a hand over onto the desk, “Oh, I am, Admiral, going to fuck you.” And with a quick twist and hard push, Jim was feeling the rest of those generous inches pushing deep, making the walls of his ass burn as they stretched to accommodate. A harsh cry ripped out of Jim before he bit his lip, groaned under the rolling rhythm Bones started, “No, Admiral, let me hear you. Everyone knows what happens in here, anyway. Knows that when I come to see you, you’ll be coming soon afterward. Isn’t that right, Admiral?”
Bones gave him a hard thrust, shoving Jim forward, making him cry out, “YES!”
Then he was being fucked steadily, that hard flesh pushing in hard with each thrust, rubbing over his prostrate and making him jerk, moaning uncontrollably now, harsh sounds without words, desperate and greedy.
Jim’s face was plastered to the desk, eyes were shut, clenched behind fogged glasses he couldn’t see out of anyway, panting into his own arm while Bones shoved him into the desk with each thrust, his hips quickly becoming bruised. Bones was braced over him, fists planted against wood as he strained for control, groaning softly as he fucked deep, “Tell me, Admiral, tell . . . Christ! . . . tell me who’s fucki . . . who’s fucking you?!”
“Ca. . . Cade . . .” Jim stammered out before a particularly vicious thrust made the sound dissolve into a yelp.
“But is that who you’re thinking about, Admiral?” Bones growled out. “Who is it you want?”
Jim was just panting and shuddering at this point, helpless to do anything but lie there and take it, his cock so hard he couldn’t think. Could only feel.
His helpless moans were spurring Bones on faster until he was simply pistoning deep and fast, pounding into Jim’s prostate leaving him babbling breathlessly, “Tell me! Who do you want in you? Fucking tell me who you need!”
A blinding light was building behind Jim’s eyes and he could barely hear the demand enough. But a deep grind forced the answer out of his throat, “Fuck! Bones, I need you, Bones! Please, please!”
And was rewarded with a harsh cry and a firm hand squeezing his cock, jacking up and down as Jim damn near screamed as he shot stream after stream into a warm palm. His ass was still being fucked ruthlessly and Jim, who was barely managed to make his legs stay up under him, merely sighed when Bones collapsed over him and gave hard little thrusts with each stream of come pouring into him, mouth gently biting at Jim’s neck.
Short minutes, long minutes, whatever kind of minutes later, Jim managed to blink open his eyes only to be greeted by a foggy world, his glasses still smoky from heat and breath. Bones was moving slowly above him, forcing himself upright, both men groaning when he slid out of Jim, Jim flexing his ass to keep as much inside him as possible.
He allowed himself to be stripped and led by an equally naked Bones to the couch, allowed himself to be bundled into the back of it until he was wrapped in Bones’ arms, head pillowed on his chest. They lay in silence, catching their breath, for an endless amount of time later until Jim murmured, “Hey, Bones?”
“Hmm?” Was murmured sleepily.
Jim traced fingers around a still hard nipple, “Best divorce day ever.”
A smile tugged at those lips and a hand stroked over Jim’s shoulder until he settled once more. Another pause before a small whisper shuddered across Bones’ chest, “You’re all mine now. She can’t take you back.”
Silence. Leo’s eyes popped open and he looked down at Jim, who was pressing a kiss to his nipple. “Were you worried about that?”
A shoulder shrugged and Jim still didn’t look at him. Leo nudged his chin up until he was looking at surprisingly shy blue eyes and cursed himself for a fool. How did he not see this?
He though of the small box his mother had given him. A box that was sitting back in Georgia, waiting for the one-year anniversary of their first time together, which would come in two weeks. Thought of the plans he’d made and gave a mental shrug. Fuck it.
“Jim.”
A smile attempted to tug at that mobile mouth. “Yeah, Bones.”
“Marry me.”
Blue eyes widened almost comically and a breath rushed out of Jim. It was the most silent Jim had ever been while still conscious.
Two minutes passed. Then three.
Feeling nervousness flutter up in him, Leo scowled, “Dammit, Jim-”
“Bones, wh . . . but you just . . . and I . . . what?”
Amusement warred with exasperation. “For fucks sake! When a man asks you to marr-”
A golden laugh rang out and suddenly Jim was scrambling up, fully covering Leo and taking his lips, pressing hard against him. Before Leo could respond he was pulling away, muttering, “Fuck yeah!” and then burying his mouth back into Leo’s, tongue pushing its way in.
As Jim began to strip him of all thought, he clung to a last one. Mine.
Sixteen months after Organia
It was supposed to be a clear morning. But like all of Jim Kirk’s plans, supposed to so rarely complied with what was. So on a late spring day that had historically not seen rain in twenty years, huge clouds gathered overhead and thunder was heard in the distance.
Eleanora had tried to convince Jim to have everything moved inside the house. “You don’t want everyone to get wet do you?”
“Who the hell invited them anyway?”
A sigh, “Jim, those are important guests.”
“Who shoe-horned their way into a day that has nothing to do with them. Besides, the Vulcan contingent will bring their own umbrellas and they’re the only ones I like.”
“It would be just as lovely inside. And dry.”
“No, we want it there. It’s the only thing we’ve asked for in this circus of a wedding and we’re keeping it!” Leo had rolled his eyes at this. Jim was a bridezilla in denial. He’d insisted on approval of the menu, all twenty-seven of them, gardenias, because he’d found out Leo had a preference for them, a chocolate cake, (because the Vulcans would be obliged to at least eat a part and apparently nothing was funnier than drunk Vulcans. Leo hadn’t had the energy to tell him a traditional Vulcan desert was being prepared as well), and a fiddler playing at the reception, because he was entirely too enamored of Charlie Daniels since moving to Georgia.
Each time one his desires had been questioned he’d invoked the I-saved-the-planet-multiple-times-and-so-you-will-give-me-what-I-want card. When Leo had questioned the ethics of this, Jim had just snorted, “I’m not going to be all Buffy about this and save the world quietly. Dammit, people will bow before my awesome!”
How do you argue with that kind of insanity? Leo had simply shrugged and gone back to his medical journal. His opinion on the wedding wasn’t sought anymore than he wanted to give it. He’d had enough trying to choose colors with his first wedding, thanks.
Of course, the guest list had also been taken out of their hands. Weddings were a political affairs in the South and this was only made worse since it actually was a political affair. Despite protests and pleas to elope from Jim, their wedding was held only one month after the one-year anniversary of the formalized peace treaty of the Federation, Klingon, and Romulan nations.
Their wedding was basically hijacked by the Admiralty and turned into a circus. Combine this with the complicated social ties of Southern families (of which Leo had a lot) and Jim and Leo been pushed out as control was turned over to the Starfleet Diplomatic Events Planning Corps and Eleanora.
It was when a frazzled Eleanora had pressed to move the wedding before it rained that Leo had heard the below from a few rooms down, “It is being held outside or NOT AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!”
Which was why Leo was standing in his suit, peering up at the sky, wondering if someone had thought to bring umbrellas for the non-Vulcan guests, as the Vulcans had already pulled theirs out in preparation of the inevitable rainstorm. Jim was grinning at him, the light of revenge gleaming in his eyes as he approached the altar from the side.
There had been many attempts, by a mischievous Gaila, to get him to walk down the aisle.
“But, Jimmy, you’ll be the one in white.”
“I’m not the bride, Gaila!”
“I beg to differ and point to exhibit A. You are the one wearing white.”
“Gaila, dress whites aren-”
“Exhibit B . . . it was Leo who proposed.”
“I would have! He just got to it first!”
“And Exhibit C . . . you’re prettier. I mean, Leo’s hot, but you are just soooo pretty.”
“I kind of hate you right now.”
And before Jim could ban Gaila from the wedding entirely, Leo had stepped in and decided that they would just approach from the sides and there would be no aisle. This was agreed on by Starfleet’s diplomatic events corps since it eliminated the problem of Jim’s guests vastly outnumbering his own. Which conveniently also solved Leo’s own urge to strangle Jim.
“Bones, I win!”
“It’s not a contest, asshole.”
Jim peered at the sitting arrangements and the little gold flags that indicated his guests, “It certainly isn’t. People so love me more. Look! Even Mrs. McAllister RSVP’d as my guest.”
“Because she still feels guilty for nearly killing you. Especially after you saved the universe again. All she could talk about for weeks was how her cooking nearly caused interstellar war.”
Jim frowned, remembering the annoyance of continually soothing the woman. But that was soon cleared, “But she agreed to cater the wedding. And you gotta love a woman who was willing to make dishes from twenty-seven different cultures so no one would be offended.”
“I think Starfleet giving her an entire catering staff helped.”
Jim shrugged, “But still, she chose me. After knowing you your whole life. Clearly, I am the more beloved. Interstellarly and locally.”
“It helps that you’re a goddamn admiral in Starfleet and freakin savior of the damn universe,” Leo growled.
Leo just got a beaming smile as Jim pointed out smugly, “See . . . beloved.”
He’d only been shut up when Leo grabbed him and wrestled him to the floor, smothering those lips with his own. It was by far the most effective strategy in handling Jim Kirk.
And that smug smirk was back as a massive roll of thunder suspiciously close rolled as Pike began the ceremony. The skies cracked open as he began, “We are gathered here-”
A couple of people shrieked and moved for the cover of the trees, but Jim held tight to Leo’s hands and simply sent him a smile that weakened his knees too much to move. And the rain acted as an insulator.
In a ceremony where Klingons stood in full armor, arms crossed over chests, Romulans watched in amused disdain, Vulcans in polite interest, Southerners in abject curiosity, there was no one but Jim and Leo, watching each other’s eyes, not even noticing the rain pouring down their faces, listening to Pike join them together.
Leo didn’t care that the rain was cold or that his grey suit was drenched, didn’t care that most of the guests had retreated or were gingerly peering out from underneath the umbrellas. There was nothing but the shine of blue and flash of white, nothing but Jim murmuring, “Mine,” and lips taking his as a band was placed on his finger.
Leo offered his own ring, watching as Jim simply radiated enough joy to combat the rain when the physical proof of Leo’s possession was placed on his hand. And Pike was quietly pronouncing them legally joined, not offering anyone the chance to object, and wryly informing that they could kiss . . . again.
And in a moment Leo would never forget, Jim lifted his face to the sky, laughing as the clouds broke and turned the last drops of rain into liquid sunshine, and Leo brought him in, swallowing that laughter and taking it and the light of Jim into himself.
***
Four and a half years after Organia
So as the minister pronounced Eleanora and Chris husband and wife, as they kissed, Leo stared into the eyes of his husband and returned the beaming grin with the slow smile that never failed to make Jim laugh in delight.
Chris and Eleanora walked forward, hand in hand, grinning as they moved down the aisle, and Leo and Jim met in front of the altar, Jim taking his hand, “Better weather today. Wanna give it another shot, Bones?”
And Leo, uncaring of this very public occasion and that fact that it was not his wedding, grabbed Jim’s face and pressed a kiss to those smiling lips, “Wouldn’t change a thing.”