Trip and Bones

Trip braided the vines together, cursing as they broke in his hands again.

God damn it.

All he wanted was to make a stupid hair band for Bones. Just a little something for Christmas. Because their fucking supply drop hadn't happened, which meant the gift he'd made a special effort to get hadn't arrived either.

There were times he missed civilization.

Not often, mind you, but this was one of them.

He could hear Bones singing down by the river, too -- Silent Night in Spanish. He sat for a few minutes, just listening, smiling. Okay, so he didn't miss civilization all that much at all. Especially when he considered that Bones was probably naked in the water.

He put down the vines and headed toward the sound. Naked, with that long hair loose and flowing and shining in the sun. He sped his steps, almost running now. What was he thinking? Making the man a band to hide that hair? Fuck that.

He got to the water, taking a moment to admire the long back, the firm buttocks. The white gold hair, heavy with water. Bones slid back into the water, dunking his head. Trip groaned happily and started stripping.

He had the best gift ever for Bones and the man didn't have to wait for Christmas to get it.

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