"Thank you." He inclined his head politely and set his supplies out neatly. He really was an impeccable student, almost a perfectionist in the way he just laid out his books and his PADD and all his things. His training as a gymnast had taught him that precision was everything, and that one step could lead to downfall.
His eyebrows shoot up for a moment at the response he gets from Jim and he actually turns to face the other. “Excuse me?” He asked, frowning. But Jim doesn’t seem to be making a joke. there’s no markers of dishonesty on his face. “You’re….you’re serious about that.” Well then. “You might want to go. I’m not interested in any sort of relationship right now, thank you for the flattery.”
"Shot down? My heart. I’m really going to have to talk to Bones later, see if he’s got some glue for my poor ticker." Sighing dramatically, the blonde leans against the desk and gazes longingly at the other man. "I can’t blame you for denying me. You’re too smart for me, I get it." James Kirk was more than content to never acknowledge his IQ, and happy to play the air-headed but gorgeous blonde.
"Unfortunately for me, I can’t leave. I’ve already committed, and I take my commitments seriously." Which is why he never actually got into a committed relationship. Looking back down at his book and completed assignment, he tapped his pencil against the desk. "Let’s just try and pretend you aren’t mindblowingly attractive, and that you didn’t just feed my feelings to the dogs."
A limp feeling ran over his body - so long he had wanted Jim to say those words, and yet - hearing them - now, made him feel angry. He fought back tears, swallowing hard. “Jim - - ” he started, his eyes flicking from the floor, to Jim and back. “I - - I’m sorry - “
Although part of Leonard knew this was wrong and he knew deep down that he shouldn’t be doing this, that he should break it off with Christine first, another part of him was wanting it the more he thought of her.
All the times that he had been with her and that he wished that she was Jim, and although he’d despised himself for it, he knew that he loved Jim, and no one else would ever amount to the younger man, that as whimpering and pressing himself against him now. Nothing would ever be the same now that he had had Jim, had him, tasted him.
Opening his mouth slightly, allowing access to the eager tongue of the other he pulled Jim closer, his arms winding around the other hips. Pulling him, wanting to be closer than they already were, wanting skin on skin. Begging to be touched and held by the one person that he’d loved since he’d met him. All the time they had spent together amounting to this moment, and it had finally come.
He felt the care for the moment before slip away, he loved Jim, that was it. There was no way he could marry Christine, and that was the way it was. He would tell her.
Just not yet.
He needed to enjoy this moment right now.
It didn’t take long for Jim to get the hint of what Leonard wanted, and he was more than content to press himself fully against him. Leaning into the tug, stepping closer so that their bodies were flush against one another, Jim relished the warmth of the other man. The minute Bones parts his full lips, Jim is inside of him— exploring the cavity of his mouth with a shudder. How many times had he imagined what the older man’s tongue would feel like? Jim knew the number had to be dozens and dozens by this point, and yet his imagination never once got close to how perfect it really was. How perfect Leonard really was…
Letting his tongue glide along the back of his teeth, he breathes raggedly through his nose and remembers joyously that he is in possession of hands; hands that can grip, hold, touch— feel… It takes him a moment to remember how to work said appendages, moving them to Bones’s lower back. Deft fingers work the fabric of Bones’s blue medical uniform up and out of the way, followed by the black undershirt. And then he’s in, pressing his fingertips against the hot skin of the doctor’s lower back. Fuck, if this was a dream then he hoped he’d never wake up.
You treat her like a lady and she’ll always bring you home.
Ten Germans try to say the word “Squirrel”
This made my night.
ahhh this is really cute
//FUCK I HIT ASK LIMIT.
Yes, I do know what that means: civilized manner of saying either, fuck you, or, you’re a piece of shit :D andimsilentlylaughing about it lol
To spray with poo.