Title: Gone Fishing
Fandom: Star Trek AOS
Rating: PG-13
Length: 667
Content Notes: fluff, fishing as a metaphor for sex?

Summary: In which Jim and Leonard go fishing for things other than fish.


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"Damnit," Leonard mumbled, watching as his worm wiggled its way between his fingers and into the water below.

Jim reclined back on the bench seat, eyes shaded beneath his hat. The boat rocked gently beneath them, breeze creating the barest of currents and steering them slowly westward. "How many's that?" he asked, watching as Leonard struggled to thread a new worm onto his hook. "Five?"

"I ain't exactly keeping count," Leonard grumbled, brows pulled tight in concentration.

Jim watched, amused. "I thought, you know." He gestured at the focus of Leonard's struggles. "Thought you southern boys were supposed to be good at this."

"Don’t believe everything you read," Leonard muttered.

Jim opened his mouth, but was cut off by a sharp, "Aha!" from Leonard as the other man held his hook aloft. The fresh worm squirmed as it tried to escape, but it was caught fast. Jim lifted an eyebrow, conceding Leonard's victory.

With a quick toss, Leonard sent his bait into the water, line dropping down next to Jim's.

Silence settled over the lake, save the chirps and calls of the birds nested along the shoreline. Insects buzzed in the trees and dragonflies flitted to and fro, catching mosquitoes as they went.

Jim shifted and the boat moved with him, tiny ripples fanning out across water's surface. "Think we'll catch anything?"

"Probably not," Leonard said, tugging at his line a little.

Jim frowned. "Bad bait?"

"Bad fishermen," Leonard returned, the corner of his mouth lifting.

Jim rolled his eyes, grinning. "Speak for yourself," he said, tipping his head back. His hat fell into the boat and sunlight caught on his matted hair, blonde streaked through with gold. "I happen to be an excellent fisherman," he said.

"Is that so now?" Leonard asked, leaning forward on his seat, elbows on his knees.

"It is," Jim returned proudly.

"Bull," Leonard said, but he was smiling now too. "Bet you've never caught a thing a day in your life."

"Have so," Jim said, eyes bright under the blue sky.

"Like what?" Leonard asked, sliding forward into Jim's space. Jim parted his knees, making room as Leonard draped himself across Jim's chest, boat rocking as their weight shifted. "What have you caught?"

Jim smirked, self-satisfied, and wrapped his arms loosely around Leonard's shoulders. "Caught you, didn't I?"

"Oh, sure," Leonard said, breath warm and coffee flavored. "You dangled your worm out there and I couldn't help but latch on."

Jim tilted his head, expression caught somewhere between amused and horrified. "Did you just compare my dick to a worm?" he asked.

Leonard pressed a kiss to the underside of Jim's jaw, mouth lingering. "Apt analogy," he said.

"it is not!" Jim protested, but he pulled Leonard closer, tipping his head back for more. "Not an apt analogy."

"What?" Leonard asked, words muffled against Jim's throat. "You don't like the idea of me taking a bite out of you?"

"Well," Jim considered, hooking a leg over Leonard's hip. "Depends on where you're biting."

Leonard grinned, teeth nipping lightly at Jim's Adam's apple.

Jim's hands slid across Leonard's back, fingers bunching in his shirt. "We really gonna do this out here?"

Leonard leaned back an inch, catching Jim's eye. "Afraid someone will see?"

Jim scoffed. "Afraid we're going to end up in the water with the fish," he said.

"Don't worry," Leonard said, pulling himself higher on Jim's chest. Their hips bumped, slow and heavy. "I'll catch you."

Jim huffed a laugh, fingers slipping lower, encouraging. "I think I'm starting to understand why you're such a sucky fisherman."

Leonard hummed and rocked against Jim, teasing at what could be. He dipped his head, nose brushing Jim's. "And I bet you'll be asking to go fishing every weekend from here on out."

Jim lifted his chin, catching Leonard's lips in a quick kiss. "I think we should go fishing every day," he corrected.

Leonard chuckled. "I'll have to see what we can do about that," he said, before capturing Jim's mouth once more.

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End.