Then they both had the same issue, because Jim had often struggled with his tendency to let his eyes drift to his best friend in a distinctly not-best-friendly way. Luckily, Bones's hands were as distracting as his lips or his ass, so half the times Jim didn't exactly have to worry about people noticing how he was watching Bones work so intently. Whether or not he was thinking about how it would feel to have those hands on him was something safely kept in his head, so everyone else was none the wiser.

Jim let out a faint sound of surprise when Bones stepped closer, smiling and chuckling right after, then wiggling and turning around so he could wrap his own arms around Bones's shoulders too. The doctor's head fit perfectly against the curve of his neck, and he kissed his temple, lips lingering there as the fingers of one hand sifted through his hair, starting at the nape.

"I love you, Bones," he said. He'd said it before, true, but it bore repeating. And it looked like Bones might need hearing it again, so. "I'm sorry I've made such a mess of you."