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Khan woke up first; Jim had wrapped an arm around him in his sleep, making Khan stiffen and awake instantly. Khan laid there for a moment, pushing back every urge to attack, telling his instinct that it’s James, it’s okay, he’s safe.
Once his body had stopped fighting with his mind, Khan turned his head to look at Jim.
In the night they had rolled over, Khan was now the ‘little spoon’ and Jim was wrapped around him like a second skin. Their legs were intertwined, backs pressed together and Jim’s face was pressed into the back of Khan’s neck. Khan could feel every breath Jim took, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Khan moved, shifting away from Jim and laying down on his back quickly, settling down before Jim moaned in his sleep and half-laid on top of Khan. He lifted Jim’s head up slightly while slipping his arm underneath it, so Jim’s head was resting on Khan’s upper arm. He trailed his fingers up and down Jim’s spine softly and gently placed a kiss on his forehead, watching his face twitch in his sleep.
A few seconds of movement, and everything was as still as it had been before.
Khan watched Jim for an hour, reflecting on the night before as Jim slowly came to be awake. He thought over everything Jim had said, appreciating how Jim had opened up to him while knowing there was going to be a lot more midnight-talks before Khan could fully understand Jim.
Jim was so broken and insecure, yet he hid it with his belief in no-win scenarios and bravado. Khan wondered what Jim would be like if you took away the bravado… But maybe that was who Jim used to be, and Jim is so disgusted with that person he’ll put on anything to not be him again. Maybe that’s what Jim’s running from, and is afraid of. Maybe Jim’s scared of being alone because when he’s alone he doesn’t have to put on the bravado, and there’s more of a chance of who he once was coming back. Maybe Jim would do anything for anyone if it meant he would get praise, praise means love and Jim craves love. But then Jim disobeys rules, so maybe he craves attention to the point where any attention is good attention, because someone’s looking at him and talking to him.
He pursed his lips, pulling Jim a little closer to him. Jim rubbed his cheek against Khan’s shoulder, bringing his arm up to wrap around Khan’s torso.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” Jim murmured, pressing a kiss against Khan’s shoulder. Khan looked down at him, seeing his eyes were still closed, and chucked.
“Do we not like mornings?”
“We do, very much. Let me wake up slowly, just gimme a minute.” Jim said with a smile.
Khan chuckled at him again, trailing his finger up and down Jim’s spine and Jim fidgeted more and more as he woke up. A certain part of Jim was very awake, brushing against Khan’s leg as it grew.
“Morning glory’s a bitch.” Jim said as he rolled to lay completely on top of Khan. His hand moved from Khan’s shoulder to cup his neck, while his other trailed up and down Khan’s side. He placed open-mouthed kisses on Khan’s neck, making a trail that finished on his mouth. They kissed slowly, eyes half-closed, lazily.
“Are we awake now?” Khan said, smiling slightly.
“Mmm, we are.” Jim replied as he rolled off of Khan to stretch, his body on full display.
Khan stared at him hungrily, before he pounced, practically jumping on Jim. His arms were braced either side of Jim’s body, their legs jumbling together.
“You are a tease in the morning.”
“Just in the morning?” Jim partnered his smile with a raised eyebrow.
“Always.” Khan growled before kissing Jim.
"I like that word a lot right now." Jim admitted before returning Khan's kiss. The time for slow, lazy kisses was gone; now they kissed passionately, too quickly to deepen the kiss.
Jim rolled them over so he was on top, and lifted himself enough for his cock to rub against Khan’s. Khan let out a quick gasp before he pressed his lips together, looking at Jim in a way that made his stomach flip.
They grinded against each other, trying to cause as much friction as possible as quickly as possible. Before long, Khan bucked into Jim once last time, groaning Jim’s name in a voice sexy and deep and gravely enough to get Jim off. They came, groaning and panting, both their seed’s landing on Khan’s stomach.
Jim lowered himself until he was above Khan’s stomach, then catching Khan’s eyes, slowly licked the liquid. Khan’s eyes widened in surprise. Jim smacked his lips together, moaning at the taste, before licking it all up. Then he stretched up, and kissed Khan. Khan could taste both him and Jim in Jim’s mouth, and that got him excited all over again.
“Oh no, big boy. Save it for later.”
Khan growled in response, biting on Jim’s bottom lip.
“Khan, Harry wants to talk to us.” Jim tried to say, the words sounding strange with his bottom lip otherwise occupied.
Khan lifted his head slightly to stare at Jim. “How do you know that?”
“My communicator.” Jim nodded over to where his communicator sat on the bedside table. “It buzzed while we were-“ He grinned whilst taking one of Khan’s hands in his house and intertwining their fingers, “busy.”
“It could be a member of your crew.” Khan suggested as he stroked his fingers across Jim’s neck slowly, noticing the goosebumps and rising pulse.
“This early? Nope. It’s Harry.” He raised his head to kiss Khan, their kisses becoming slow and lazy again. “Come on, let’s go.”
He sprang out of bed, reaching for his trousers that had been thrown on the floor the night before.
“James, why are you so eager?” Khan asked suspiciously.
Jim shrugged, grinning again. “I have a good feeling about this.”