The Test

[brytewolf]

Title: The Test
Author: Brytewolf
Rating: NC-17
Words: ~2,700
Series: Star Trek: 2009 (AU)
Pairing: Jim/Bones
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, much as I may want to.
Warning: Rimming.
Summary: AU. Bones is a mobster who has Jim in his clutches. Things turn out not quite the way either of them expected.

A/N: This is the combination of two comment!fic from jim_and_bones, yesterday's and the one I was planning on posting today. I'm just including them all in one post cause it's a continuation of the same story. I was planning to leave it with just the first part, but everyone demanded a continuation, so I had to oblige.

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The Test

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Well, only one way to find out.

He rests the muzzle of his gun against the hostage's temple, impressed when the man doesn't show any signs of distress. Careful, he wipes any trace of approval from his face before he slips the barrel beneath the blindfold, pulling it off the man's head.

The blonde shakes his head, blinking at the bright lights in the room, as Bones walks over to the only other piece of furniture in the room – another chair. Flipping it around, he sits down and rests his forearms on the chairback. Only then does he raise his head to look the kid clearly in the eye – though he's been observing him since the blindfold came off.

And they sit, and they stare at each other in silence. The kid's eyes are a bright, striking blue, and if Bones was anything but the hardened criminal he'd become, then he would have had to look away. As it is, he is able to stare back, unflinching, his own hazel eyes cold and hard to hide the curiosity and desire burgeoning in his bloodstream.

Eventually, the kid turns his head to the side and spits out some blood, then those blue eyes are back on Bones, the gaze considering this time.

"What the hell do you want?"

Not unexpected, though Bones is damn sure the kid at least suspects why he's here – he knows how smart this blonde is. That's part of his problem, and why he's here now.

"You've angered some very important people, Mr. Kirk." Bones answers the question, his eyes trailing over the scratches and bruises apparent on the kid's beautiful face. If he'd been the one to pick up the blonde, then they would not have been there – Bones' abhors unnecessary violence.

Jim grins, flashing white teeth as he shifts forward slightly in his seat.

"Wouldn't be the first time."

Bones watches the kid's movement carefully, because it's important. He can't help but notice the shifting of tight muscles underneath tighter denim, or the stirring of heat in his groin. Too beautiful for his own damn good, this kid is. But promising….

Apparently, Bones' distraction didn't go unnoticed by the kid either, as the grin turns feral. This time, an intentional shift of his hips, as the kid slowly rotates them teasingly.

"How about I do you a favor, and you let me go?" he offers, as a pink tongue darts out to lick at plump lips temptingly.

Leaning forward in his own chair, gun held loosely and seemingly forgotten in his fingers, Bones pretends to consider the kid's offer. By the way his slacks aren't fitting properly any more, his body is certainly tempted – and in a way he hasn't been in a long time. But he knows this kid better than he's known anyone else, as he's spent months watching him before he ordered the pickup. That's why the kid's here, instead of lying dead in some alley somewhere.

"And what would that be, Darlin'?" he teases, pretending oblivious, not hiding the fact that he can't stop staring at the sheen of saliva that tongue left behind on those lips. That last was meant as a joke, but somehow more entered the simple word than intended. Cursing himself internally, Bones watches those eyes.

And because he's watching, he doesn't miss the flash of interest that appears in their clear blue depths. Well, well. Promising in more ways than just the job, then. A little seed of hope blossoms, as the heat in his groin intensifies. He's just glad he's straddling the chairback right now, so his obvious erection isn't obvious – it'd be hard to keep this professional, otherwise.

Because he's watching, he also catches the flash of focus, the flash of the professional hidden underneath the cocky self-assured exterior. It's the only warning he has before the gun disappears from his hand, the chair he's not seated on is halfway across the room, and the kid is laid out on the floor. He has to stop the grateful smile that wants to appear on his face, because if anything could be considered passing the test, the kid has done it with flying colors.

His attention should really be on the muzzle pointed between his eyes, as he knows how good of a shot the kid is. But he can't help it if his focus is lower, instead – the kid's t-shirt rode up, exposing a deliciously tight stomach. It's Bones' turn to lick his lips, and he does it slow and deliberate just so he can see the bulge in those tight jeans twitch for him.

He lets himself indulge for several moments more, resolutely ignoring the fact that he desperately needs to adjust himself now, because these suit pants are far too tight. Only then does he lift his eyes to the barrel of the gun – or rather past it, to stare directly at those blue eyes.

"Now, Darlin', do you really want to point that gun at me?" his eyes glance at the barrel pointed at his head, and then quite deliberately slide down to Jim's crotch. "Or would you rather point that one at me?"

It appears as if the kid wasn't expecting that, as his eyes widen slightly and then leave the gun's sights for just a moment – to glance down at Bones' erection, which is visible from Jim's new angle. Then they're back on Bones' face, as confusion wars with wariness, and loses.

"I thought you were here to kill me."

Bones can't help but laugh, and so he lets it out, leaning towards the kid nonchalantly, "Oh, if I'd wanted you dead you'd be dead, believe me. This was just a test."

Those blue eyes turn speculative, and Bones can see the lust hidden beneath – knows it matches his own. "A test you passed without even batting an eyelash, so now I can tell you what this is all about. I'm here to offer you a job working for those very powerful people."

The speculation turns to bright triumph, and the lust is allowed in the fore, as the gun pointed at him is lowered – and those blue eyes certainly aren't focused on Bones' face any more.

"I accept…but only if the offer also comes with an offer of dinner – with you."

Bones can't help the grin that appears then, his instincts and hard work having paid off better than he ever imagined. Ignoring the dirt that'll probably ruin his ridiculously expensive suit, he slides off the chair to join the kid on the floor. First he lets his fingers play with the tantalizing stomach flesh that's been exposed, then he slips his hand lower and cups Jim gently, making the kid groan and buck upward into his hand.

"Oh, Darlin', I can offer you more than just dinner."

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Jim slips into the room without a sound, coming up behind his lover. Ever since Bones offered him the job, and to suck his cock, his life has certainly been interesting. In the best of ways.

He lets his fingertips trace along the lines of Bones' broad shoulders, enjoying the feel of the slick white fabric against the toned muscles beneath. Then he slips his hands around front, and under Bones' shirt, pulling the other man close.

The older man sighs, leaning back against Jim and reaching back to stroke his thigh.

"Where've you been?"

"They sent me on a silly little mission. I think they're trying to test my loyalty, make sure I meant it when I said I was theirs."

With Bones' head resting against his shoulder, Jim can see the smile that appears on the other man's face. Predatory, and proprietary, as the hand on Jim's thigh moves further back, cupping his ass and giving a squeeze.

"Well, partially theirs. But you're all mine."

Jim grins in return, leaning his head forward so he can nuzzle into Bones' neck. When he does, he knows the open collar of his dress shirt shifts to expose the love-bites coating his collarbone and the back of his neck.

He gasps as Bones' tongue finds his ear, licking in one slow movement, and then hot breath against the cool dampness, "And I'm gonna prove it to you again, Darlin' – just because I can."

Just what Jim was hoping to hear. Not in the least bit hesitant, he lets his hands slip lower, confidently brushing over his lover's cock, which is already half-hard. In the weeks since that first time on the floor of the interrogation room, they've fucked every way imaginable – from soft and slow all night long, to blowjobs stolen in silence in broom closets. And Jim still couldn't get enough – in fact, every time he comes his body is still begging for more.

It was just this man's affect on him – and it wasn't just the sex, they were perfectly matched in every other way, too. In a calculated move, his head bends further into the junction of neck and shoulder, and he bites down – sharply. Even though tonight they have the time, he's not in the mood for slow and sweet. He wants it fast, hard, and dirty – he wants to be marked, owned.

Picking up his mood without any other prompting necessary, Bones turns in his arms til he's facing Jim. Captures Jim's mouth in his own, the kiss a clashing of teeth and tongue and lips that is sure to leave bruises come morning. Jim can't help but moan in response, as he feels his cock harden almost instantly.

Then both of Bones' hands are on his ass, squeezing and lifting Jim off his feet. Knowing what the other man wants without him having to ask, Jim wraps his legs around Bones' slim hips, grinding them together as he does so.

His reward is a growl, deep in Bones' throat, that he can feel through the chest pressed against his. More blood leaves his brain for other places, as his hands find their way under Bones' jacket and shirt, digging into the hard flesh of his back.

With his eyes closed, the better to feel everything being done to him, he's barely able to register the fact that they're moving – can only tell by the shifting of tight buttocks beneath his calves. That is, until the hard edge of a table is underneath his ass and there are fingers deftly working at his zipper.

Distracted yet again, this time by a warm mouth adding more love-bites to his collection as it suckles on his exposed neck, he can't do anything but moan as his pants disappear, and Bones' follow right after. Large hands shift his hips forward, until he's properly positioned on the table.

Then the mouth on his neck disappears, and he cries out at the abandonment – but a large hand is wrapped around his cock and he no longer cares, and then a warm tongue at his entrance, circling the tight hole before dipping inside.

His hips buck in response, the hand not on his cock pressing down on a thigh to keep him in place. He vaguely remembers that the place is barren of anything but this table, and certainly won't have any lube hiding in the corner. Jim tries to behave as Bones gets him slick, whimpering as he resists his body's urge to grind against that tongue.

The whimper turns pathetic as both the hand and the tongue disappear. Opening his eyes, not wanting to miss what he knows will happen next, he feels his cock twitch as he watches Bones deep throat two long fingers on his left hand. He spits on his own hand and leans forward, grasping Bones' cock and giving an expert twist, making the other man's eyes roll back in his head. He loves the way Bones looks like this.

His hand keeps busy around Bones' cock up until the point that those fingers, slick with spit, penetrate him. Throwing his head back, he grinds against Bones' hand, ignoring the pain as his muscles are loosened.

When he's just relaxed enough, not a second longer, the fingers are removed after one last pass at his prostrate. His body twitches at the expert tease, leaving him dazed and compliant as Bones pulls him close – driving himself in to the hilt, and simultaneously nipping at Jim's shoulder.

Jim shudders as he's filled, past the point of comfort and stretching to take in all of Bones' girth. Yes. This is what he wanted, and he moans, his hands finding their way to Bones' back, where he digs his desire into broad shoulders.

One breath, two, as Bones gasps against his shoulder. But he's taking too long, and Jim wants him to move so this desire burning inside him can be extinguished for a time. And so he takes matters into his own hands, lifting his hips and then grinding them down against the other man's.

Bones growls, biting into Jim's shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise. Taking Jim's slim hips in a single-handed grip of iron, he stills the movement – his other hand tangles in Jim's hair, fingers digging into his scalp and pulling Jim's head back to expose his throat.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

His whole body shivering with need, Jim tries to move against the body in his even though it's impossible. He whimpers, licking his lips, but doesn't make any other sound.

A long, slow pass of a tongue along his jugular, leaving a hot wet streak in its path. "Don't you, Darlin'?"

He whimpers again, but this time it turns into a moan. This is what he wants, why he can never get enough of this man. And so he gives Bones what he wants.

"Yes, fuck – yes."

That hand is still holding his hips down, refusing to allow him the freedom of movement as the cock inside him is slowly withdrawn. Teasingly, tauntingly, and his whimper turns desperate as long slow kisses are placed in the path created on his throat.

And then the cock is driven into him, hard, making him gasp and moan in pleasure. The hand on his hip shifts, used now more for support than to hold him down as Bones finds his rhythm and pounds into Jim over and over again – finding that sweet spot each and every time, cause he's just that damn good.

He almost loses it when that large hand that was at the back of his head wraps itself around his cock, pumping him with sure confidence in time with Bones' thrusts. Jim knows the other man is close too, can tell from his rhythm – how it's fraying deliciously around the edges. It's building, hot and insistent in his gut.

"Fuck me baby, yeah – just like that. Hard, make me come, just like –"

Then his world explodes, and he feels as if he's disconnected from his body from the force of the orgasm coursing through him. He cries out Bones' name as his fingernails leave deep gashes in the other man's back.

Somewhere in the middle of his cock spurting his seed all over his belly, and his eyes rolling back in his head, he recognizes that Bones falls over his edge, too – a heavy moan in his ear, as warmth fills him inside.

Bones comes down a breath after Jim, his weight suddenly supported by the younger man. Letting himself lean back until he's lying on the rickety table, Jim wraps his arms tighter around his lover and holds him close. Fuck, that was good.

A smile lights his face as Bones' nose nuzzles under his ear. He never expected the other man to be a cuddler, and certainly not while they're still all sticky and hot from the monumental sex.

"Mine. Acres and acres, and it's all mine." He hears whispered against his neck, followed by a soft kiss.

One hand rises to run through Bones' hair, as Jim presses a kiss against his forehead.

"All yours."