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Footloose and Fancy Free (PG-13)
Originally written as comment fiction for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
jim_and_bones but it has been fleshed out. Gymnast!Jim and College!Bones, lots of contorting, and schmoopiness.
I added in a bit more actual plot, which hopefully will make it flow better.
Jim's glad for once that school lets out early on Wednesdays, as he hightails it over to Bones' neighborhood, waving cheerily at the cat lady as she waves the glass of sweet tea threateningly, like it's a shotgun or something. He slides into the backyard just before the distinctive sounds of Bones' antique Chevy come rolling down the block as he rounds the corner.
He sees Eleanor in the kitchen and blows her a kiss, which earns him a laugh through the window, which is then closed, as Eleanor always does at this time every day, having finished mopping and drying the floor. He climbs up the old jungle-gym, waiting patiently for Bones to pull into the garage and come out the back door, since Bones wouldn't be looking for him; he never did, even though most of this was a ritual.
"Hey Bones!" he calls cheerily, letting himself fall upside down with a grin, grasping his skull cap reflexively with one hand, the other arm flexing unconsciously to hold him at his present angle.
"Jim, what are you doing now?" Bones sounds tired, which is definitely new; Wednesdays were his light days over at the community college, and so he shouldn't be this tired. Jim frowns slightly, but gets over it, putting both hands on the bar now, to hold himself as he does one of the weird position-stretches that Coach Pike showed him earlier in the day. He thinks about jumping off the jungle gym, but the look on Bones' face stops him.
"Practicing. What does it look like?" His eyes are closed as he holds the position, before relaxing slowly into a jackknife, holding himself underhanded, since technically, he's playing hooky from practice to greet Bones, but this is what's been going on for years and no one notices it anymore.
"Idiocy is what, Jim." But Bones is coming over, and Jim lets his knees hook a higher part of the gym, taking some of the strain off his arms. He grins up at Bones, and then stops. There's something in Bones' eyes that he doesn't recognize. There's a heat there that hasn't been present since they went to prom stag, and drank that stupid punch that his gut had told him not to touch.
"Bones?" he finally asks, when the older man just stares instead of grumbling like normal.
"Jesus, Jim," Bones says, and Jim is treated to the vision of his friend's ass as Bones walks up to the house, leaving him behind. This is very confusing, and it must be that Bones is tired, because he'd never act this way normally.
"Bones!" he calls, confused, but Bones doesn't stop, so he shrugs, deciding to do his practice here, and slithers up to the top, flipping into his handstand start before working his way down the bars and back up a few times, until his arms are shaking and he's back down at the bottom for the third time.
Bones comes back out, and he's sweating and feels gross, and is about to ask Bones to use his shower, when Bones yanks his cap off his head then smashes it back on a little too far, as Jim's eyes are covered. The tips of Bones' fingers burn into his jaw, and then Bones is kissing him, and it's everything he never thought about, never knew.
It's also over too soon, but when Bones steps away, smiling, he knows this is only the beginning.
Originally written as comment fiction for
jim_and_bones but it has been fleshed out. Gymnast!Jim and College!Bones, lots of contorting, and schmoopiness.I added in a bit more actual plot, which hopefully will make it flow better.
Jim's glad for once that school lets out early on Wednesdays, as he hightails it over to Bones' neighborhood, waving cheerily at the cat lady as she waves the glass of sweet tea threateningly, like it's a shotgun or something. He slides into the backyard just before the distinctive sounds of Bones' antique Chevy come rolling down the block as he rounds the corner.
He sees Eleanor in the kitchen and blows her a kiss, which earns him a laugh through the window, which is then closed, as Eleanor always does at this time every day, having finished mopping and drying the floor. He climbs up the old jungle-gym, waiting patiently for Bones to pull into the garage and come out the back door, since Bones wouldn't be looking for him; he never did, even though most of this was a ritual.
"Hey Bones!" he calls cheerily, letting himself fall upside down with a grin, grasping his skull cap reflexively with one hand, the other arm flexing unconsciously to hold him at his present angle.
"Jim, what are you doing now?" Bones sounds tired, which is definitely new; Wednesdays were his light days over at the community college, and so he shouldn't be this tired. Jim frowns slightly, but gets over it, putting both hands on the bar now, to hold himself as he does one of the weird position-stretches that Coach Pike showed him earlier in the day. He thinks about jumping off the jungle gym, but the look on Bones' face stops him.
"Practicing. What does it look like?" His eyes are closed as he holds the position, before relaxing slowly into a jackknife, holding himself underhanded, since technically, he's playing hooky from practice to greet Bones, but this is what's been going on for years and no one notices it anymore.
"Idiocy is what, Jim." But Bones is coming over, and Jim lets his knees hook a higher part of the gym, taking some of the strain off his arms. He grins up at Bones, and then stops. There's something in Bones' eyes that he doesn't recognize. There's a heat there that hasn't been present since they went to prom stag, and drank that stupid punch that his gut had told him not to touch.
"Bones?" he finally asks, when the older man just stares instead of grumbling like normal.
"Jesus, Jim," Bones says, and Jim is treated to the vision of his friend's ass as Bones walks up to the house, leaving him behind. This is very confusing, and it must be that Bones is tired, because he'd never act this way normally.
"Bones!" he calls, confused, but Bones doesn't stop, so he shrugs, deciding to do his practice here, and slithers up to the top, flipping into his handstand start before working his way down the bars and back up a few times, until his arms are shaking and he's back down at the bottom for the third time.
Bones comes back out, and he's sweating and feels gross, and is about to ask Bones to use his shower, when Bones yanks his cap off his head then smashes it back on a little too far, as Jim's eyes are covered. The tips of Bones' fingers burn into his jaw, and then Bones is kissing him, and it's everything he never thought about, never knew.
It's also over too soon, but when Bones steps away, smiling, he knows this is only the beginning.
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