“You are so bossy.” Some random McKirk I livestreamed a while ago. I cleaned it up a bit but I think this is as finished as it will get, forgive the scrawl. ANYWAYS. UGH I LOVE THEM. 8|
As far as Jim is concerned, when it comes to sex, clothes are basically just an inconvenient but easily defeated series of obstacles. As long as they’re not impeding access to Leonard’s ass or dick or maybe his nipples, then honestly, Jim doesn’t care to what extent they’re removed.
It means that situations like this happen more often than not, with Leonard pinned flat to the floor with his shirt around his neck and his pants tugged down around his thighs.
“How romantic,” mutters Leonard.
“What?” huffs Jim, a laugh in his voice.
“Gonna have carpet-burn on my face.”
Apparently Jim’s solution to this is simply winding his fingers into Leonard’s hair and tugging his head up. The edging-on-desperate whine Leonard makes in response is whole-heartedly embarrassing.
“You just gonna lie on top of me all night?” he demands, his cheeks burning. “‘Cause I could just lie in bed with stuff piled on top of me and achieve the same effect.”
“Patience,” says Jim. He slips an arm down to hug Leonard around the chest, bringing their bodies flush in a snug grip. “You lack it.”
“Your face,” snaps Leonard. “Dangerously close to my elbow.”
I don’t mean to pimp myself or whevs but I’m drunk and don’t actively give a shit, so: I actually wrote a full-length fic for this eventually and it’s here.