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"Good lord, Jim, gonna have some waffles with that syrup?"
Jim simply grins and continues pouring syrup over his waffles, prepared just the way he likes them- drenched in butter.
"Can never have too much, Bones. Also, you're one to talk, Mr. Entire-Tub-of-Whipped-Cream-on-My-Peach-Pie. You toooootally have a sweet tooth."
Bones grumbles but doesn't deny it. Instead, he grabs a fork out of the drawer and leans around Jim to cover it in extra syrup. He slowly drags the fork in and then back out of his mouth. His lips are coated with syrup like it's some kind of - what's the shit girls wear? Lip gloss. Jim tries to come up with some witty retort but he is unable to think beyond Bones' perfect full lips covered in sticky sweet syrup.
He gives up and stands up, gently grabbing the fork out of Bones' mouth and replacing it with his tongue.
When they have to part for air, Jim murmurs, "Can never have too much," before Bones licks his lips and Jim, once again, forgets about anything else.