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Jim wasn't sure what was going on anymore. Days and nights seemed opposite from what they should be, and he was losing himself in things he had no idea of, had never wanted before, but now he did and the pain of knowing that he could never have anything more than this, right here, out in this vast wilderness, was excruciating. Luckily he'd always been an amazing actor.
However amazing he was, it was still getting harder and harder to ignore the way his body reacted whenever he saw Bones; the older man was like sex on legs, no matter the gender staring at him. And his heart clenched every time he would wake up before first light with Bones curled into him for warmth, because frankly, that was almost more erotic than the blatant gazes he got sometimes, especially whenever they swam in a random lake or river. He figured that Bones had no idea of his affect on Jim, and that was fine, because Jim had no intentions of telling Bones anything either. The thoughts and feelings he had were definitely not accepted anywhere, the most taboo thing that he could think of.
But he couldn't help feeling them all the same, so he worked twice as hard at hiding all of it, really not liking the thought of being fired in the middle of a job, especially when he had 30 dollars waiting for him at the end of it. Apparently, though he was good enough to fool the object of his affections, the cook and her nephew were of a shrewder breed. Christine and Pavel had cornered him multiple times and each time he thanked his lucky stars because a cow would get loose and he'd call it, escaping with the speed of a panicked antelope running from a puma.
Life was pretty good, otherwise; the food was pretty good, and Flyer got a good workout, and he was able to teach Pavel and that Japanese guy Sulu how to play craps in the evenings before it got too cold to do much but curl up by the fire and pretend that Bones cuddling up to him did NOT, in fact, make him hard as a rock. The cows were calmer, too, as the air got colder and they got complacent. It was so cold out that even he was curled into a small ball by the time the sun came up, conveniently that ball was wrapped around the ball that was Bones, both of them warming each other up.
Hey, it wasn't pretty, and it wasn't honest, at least not to anyone but himself, but it was all he had, those few hours a day when no one was watching, and no one could intrude.
Of course, that always had to change, didn't it?
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Ki-Jim was acting weird again. It had been happening a lot more often lately, especially since the weather had become even colder. He never woke up curled up with his friend anymore; Jim had taken over cooking breakfast with an almost desperate cheer, and was trying to avoid him like the plague.
Len was worried now; he thought that he and Jim were becoming better friends, but this behavior was unsettling. He'd noticed Christine trying to corner Jim and had tried his best to help out by discreetly chasing cows out of the herd for Jim to chase. But he'd only gotten increasingly strange looks and strangely stilted and abrupt conversations that ended with a red-faced Jim hurrying off to do something or other whenever someone came near them.
Frankly, it was getting annoying, but he didn't know what to do to change it.
His chance came a week later, when Kirk became the victim of the wrong end of an old flintlock rifle. Kirk wasn't going to die, he just had a bullet in his arm that had gone clean through... But it required surgery, and Christine wasn't capable of it, especially not in this situation.
So Len got to work, thanking his lucky stars that he had brought his surgeon kit on reflex.
However amazing he was, it was still getting harder and harder to ignore the way his body reacted whenever he saw Bones; the older man was like sex on legs, no matter the gender staring at him. And his heart clenched every time he would wake up before first light with Bones curled into him for warmth, because frankly, that was almost more erotic than the blatant gazes he got sometimes, especially whenever they swam in a random lake or river. He figured that Bones had no idea of his affect on Jim, and that was fine, because Jim had no intentions of telling Bones anything either. The thoughts and feelings he had were definitely not accepted anywhere, the most taboo thing that he could think of.
But he couldn't help feeling them all the same, so he worked twice as hard at hiding all of it, really not liking the thought of being fired in the middle of a job, especially when he had 30 dollars waiting for him at the end of it. Apparently, though he was good enough to fool the object of his affections, the cook and her nephew were of a shrewder breed. Christine and Pavel had cornered him multiple times and each time he thanked his lucky stars because a cow would get loose and he'd call it, escaping with the speed of a panicked antelope running from a puma.
Life was pretty good, otherwise; the food was pretty good, and Flyer got a good workout, and he was able to teach Pavel and that Japanese guy Sulu how to play craps in the evenings before it got too cold to do much but curl up by the fire and pretend that Bones cuddling up to him did NOT, in fact, make him hard as a rock. The cows were calmer, too, as the air got colder and they got complacent. It was so cold out that even he was curled into a small ball by the time the sun came up, conveniently that ball was wrapped around the ball that was Bones, both of them warming each other up.
Hey, it wasn't pretty, and it wasn't honest, at least not to anyone but himself, but it was all he had, those few hours a day when no one was watching, and no one could intrude.
Of course, that always had to change, didn't it?
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Ki-Jim was acting weird again. It had been happening a lot more often lately, especially since the weather had become even colder. He never woke up curled up with his friend anymore; Jim had taken over cooking breakfast with an almost desperate cheer, and was trying to avoid him like the plague.
Len was worried now; he thought that he and Jim were becoming better friends, but this behavior was unsettling. He'd noticed Christine trying to corner Jim and had tried his best to help out by discreetly chasing cows out of the herd for Jim to chase. But he'd only gotten increasingly strange looks and strangely stilted and abrupt conversations that ended with a red-faced Jim hurrying off to do something or other whenever someone came near them.
Frankly, it was getting annoying, but he didn't know what to do to change it.
His chance came a week later, when Kirk became the victim of the wrong end of an old flintlock rifle. Kirk wasn't going to die, he just had a bullet in his arm that had gone clean through... But it required surgery, and Christine wasn't capable of it, especially not in this situation.
So Len got to work, thanking his lucky stars that he had brought his surgeon kit on reflex.
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