A/N: This epilogue contains graphic depictions of M/M (that's male on male) sexual acts.

Shifting on his knees, (held gently between Jim's warm thighs) Leo presses a kiss against Jim's forearm, over a scar (that he remembers Jim getting in their second year at school, stitching him together with his own hands). Loosening his hold, Leo takes one set of fingertips and brushes them along that forearm (never daring before to touch, but now –) and continuing up, over a defined shoulder and up a lean neck.

Jim's stubble tickles the pads of Leo's fingers, and then they pause on his lips (and Leo's heart is in his throat, again, cause he still doesn't really know what Jim is going to do or say or be now) with a little tremble. Leo can feel the feather-touch of a kiss against his fingers (so soft, and gentle like Jim can't believe this is happening either), and then those lips spread in the most glorious smile he's seen yet.

His hand lowers again, brushing feather-light against Jim's neck, wrapping fingers around to grasp gently and pull Jim close (cause he's been wanting to for…forever). He pauses with just millimeters between them (oh god is this really happening?) staring into Jim's eyes (asking of this is okay).

There's laughter in those eyes as Jim closes the distance between them in a heartbeat, his lips brushing against Leo's in the lightest of touches (they're so warm, and soft, and this is really happening). Leo takes over, kissing each corner of Jim's lips in turn, then another chaste kiss to his mouth (and his brain nearly melts when a tongue darts out to taste his lips). As the kiss continues the feel of it changes (loosing its questioning edge, the desire coming to the fore) as the brush of lips extends, and Jim's lips part to allow Leo's tongue entrance.

A moan against his mouth (Leo's brain fizzle-popping at the noise) and Leo's hands can't stay still anymore. The one on Jim's neck tightens, trying to pull him even closer as the other sneaks under the tattered remains of Jim's shirt, sensitive fingertips exploring flesh (don't think don't think just be here).

Jim's hands are exploring too, (the calluses rough on the skin of Leo's back, sending delicious shivers through his nerves) and he shifts to the edge of the bed, moaning lightly in the back of his throat. Leo rises fully to his knees, clutching with the hand on Jim's back and pressing them together (and he can feel the rising bulge in Jim's pants pressing against his belly, and it makes his own erection twitch in response).

When they part for air the words come (he whispers them against Jim's lips, giving them to him as gifts) – everything he's ever wanted to say, that he's dreamed of in the dark and alone. As he speaks, Jim's hands are busy (making soft circles at the small of Leo's back, stroking through his hair with trembling fingertips) and his lips part as he breathes.

Those eyes (the eyes he's been watching for years, desperate for any glance) mist over, and then Leo's lips are captured again (this time hungrily, as Jim rubs himself against Leo's belly and makes Leo moan). The hunger (awakens the desire that's been burning in Leo's blood for years) spurs Leo forward, and he pulls Jim's shirt up and over his head – interrupting the kiss for a heartbeat (but it continues even fiercer than before).

The buttons of Leo's shirt are being opened (by anxious fingers), and Leo takes advantage of the space between them to run his fingertips over hard muscles (brushing over a nipple, the line of a pectoral and down the abdominals) then his thumb brushes against the nub of Jim's belly button (which has always fascinated Leo, but he's never been allowed to touch).

His own shirt falls away, and his skin is on fire (shivering in delight as Jim's fingers explore everywhere, each new touch awakening nerves) as his hand curls to the side, resting over Jim's hip (his thumb resting in the indention of the bone, brushing against the skin there as Jim trembles in his arms). He transfers his attentions from Jim's mouth (which he'll never, ever, get tired of kissing but there is so much skin here, just begging to be touched) to kiss along the path his fingertips followed minutes before, his tongue worshipping Jim's collarbone.

A sigh from Jim, and the other man's head is thrown back (and Leo takes advantage of the exposed skin, licking and sucking and nibbling each and every inch) as his hands stroke Leo's sides. Leo's mouth travels down, leaving a trail of slick saliva down Jim's chest as his tongue dives in that belly button (and then his teeth nibble at that tempting hip bone, making Jim buck against him).

While his mouth is busy, his hands slide further down (unfastening Jim's pants and slipping the fabric down to) grasping Jim's ass confidently, squeezing the taut flesh in his palms. Obligingly, Jim lifts his hips and (taking the opportunity to stroke every firm leg muscle as he goes) Leo pushes the pants all the way off to pool on the floor.

Ignoring the obvious erection (that leaves a damp spot of precum on Leo's belly as their bodies collide once again) Leo capture's Jim's lips in another kiss, enjoying the feel of Jim's skin beneath his hands.

That is, until a whimper (and a cant of hips, which rubs Jim's cock against the planes of Leo's belly) begs Leo for his notice. Teasingly, he starts again at the hipbones, his hands ghosting over smooth flesh to reach the inside of Jim's thighs (where they pause for a moment, enjoying the sensation of hard muscle) then the barest hint of the back of his hand brushing against Jim's shaft, but instead Leo grasps the other man's balls gently in one hand, rolling them between his fingers. The hips beneath him jerk again, as a whimper is released against his lips.

"Bones…!"

He can't help but smile to himself, as he releases Jim's lips and slowly, slowly, lowers his head (watching Jim the entire time, loving the sight of his lips all swollen and his eyes heavy lidded) until he's hovering over Jim's twitching cock. Opening his mouth, he lets a moist hot breath escape against the head of Jim's cock, then his tongue follows after in a lazy circle (to capture the remaining drops of precum).

Jim's lips part as a moan escapes, his hips bucking upward as Leo takes him all in (until Jim's hard cock is pressing against the back of his throat, thick and insistent) – forcing Leo to hold him down by the hand on his hipbone, so he can avoid getting choked. His eyes don't leave Jim's face as he watches intently for the other man's reactions (a curl of his tongue there gives him this moan of extra pleasure) and committing each and every one to memory.

While his mouth is busy his free hand is digging through his kit (until his fingers wrap around the bottle he was searching for, and he's grateful he's always kept everything imaginable in his kit) and then he pulls off of Jim's cock with a last swirl of his tongue, the fingers of his left hand already coated with the lube.

With one finger he makes a lazy circle around Jim's tight hole (and now his eyes are on his hands, and what he's doing to Jim, cause he doesn't want to miss a single thing) then brushes against the entrance. The finger slides in, slow and gentle (he doesn't want to hurt this man, no, never hurt this man) as the tight muscles flex to allow him entrance.

A moan from above him, (as he brushes his finger against that magic spot deep inside Jim causing him to) as Jim bucks against his hand. Pumping several times, Leo withdraws (only to insert two fingers, the muscles stretching to accept the new pressure) then begins to slowly pump in earnest, trying to hit that spot each time.

But he must be going too slow (cause Jim is alternating between a moan and a whimper, and he might be doing it on purpose cause he's just loving the sounds) because Jim grasps Leo's wrist in his own, and moves against him harder, and faster (and he's fucking himself with Leo's hand and Leo can't take his eyes off the sight and oh god his cock is so hard –).

He can't hold off anymore, and Leo shucks his pants (they tangle around his knees but he doesn't care cause he's watching Jim bucking like a wild thing and fuck) and his hand is around his cock, fist a blur as glorious friction builds. After a handful of swift pumps (and he's nearly at the edge and oh god he needs to be inside or or) he releases himself, hand fumbling for the lube with something very much like desperation.

Taking control of his hand (though he hates to stop Jim's movements, he wants inside and he wants it now) he brushes against Jim's prostate with three fingers now, making Jim's cock twitch and dribble against his stomach.

Leaning forward again, he captures Jim's lips in a deep kiss (tongues clashing and mouths devouring one another) as Jim's arms wrap around his neck, pulling Leo along as Jim leans back against the bed. Leo pulls his fingers out, slowly, then uses them to guide the head of his cock in (so warm and slick and tight around him and oh fuck). As the first inch slides in, Jim tenses between him (a flinch across his features as his eyes close) and Leo takes his face between his hands (elbows braced and holding up his bodyweight) and presses kisses against his eyelids.

"Darlin'…so beautiful. I…I…"

Jim smiles, his eyes opening (so blue and right beneath Leo, and Leo's here doing this and) as his hands skim Leo's sides to grasp his ass in long, strong fingers. Lifting his head the fraction required, Jim nips at Leo's bottom lip, drawing him close for another kiss (as those hands tighten, grinding Leo forward until he's fully sheathed inside Jim).

Gasping as Jim takes him all in, Leo freezes with his head somehow nestled in the other man's shoulder (cause he can't think, and he can't breathe, all he can do is feel). And then (because he needs to, because he can't stop and his body is begging for it just like the man beneath him is) he draws out once more, only to pound in again – deep, until his balls slap again Jim's ass.

It takes a couple more tentative strokes (where he's far too involved with everything that's happening, and can't concentrate on what they both need) before he finds his rhythm, and then it clicks into place and Jim starts writhing beneath him (cause he's pounding that place, cause once he found it he'll never lose it again) and his fingers and flexing convulsively as they cling to Leo's sides.

He knows he can't take much (he's so hard, so close, he's amazed he hasn't come eighteen times already) and so he shifts all his weight to one elbow (the other hand slipping between their two sweat-slicked bodies), grasping Jim's length and pumping in time with his own rhythm.

"Bones!"

A cry, and then the clinging fingers are digging into his sides (hard enough to leave bruises but he certainly doesn't mind) as his hand and chest are coated in thick fluid. The muscles clenching around his cock are too much and Leo's world explodes (and he's seeing stars, gasping as his teeth dig into Jim's shoulder to hide his grunts) and waves and waves of pleasure engulf him.

He collapses against Jim (panting and gasping and not able to support his own weight anymore) as the other man's arms wrap around him and hold him tight. A chuckle that he feels more than hears (cause Jim is exhausted as much as he, if not more so) as a gentle kiss gets pressed against his temple.

"Come on, baby…."

Whispered instructions cajole him to move (cause Jim's back hurts, and they need to really get comfortable), even through the fog of sated satisfaction that's calling him down. Resolving to clean up in the morning, when they've both had a good night's sleep, Leo wraps himself around Jim as he lays on his side (cause he's not letting Jim out of his sight, not now, not ever), holding the other man close against his chest. He strokes his fingers through Jim's hair, reveling in what they've done (what they're still doing, and what this means and and).

And then his jaw cracks in a ridiculously huge yawn, and he closes his eyes (drifting off to the sound of Jim's whisper, a soft litany of all the things he finds wondrous about Leo that Leo can't believe) as a callused hand strokes his cheek.