Star Trek kink meme fill
Title: Lather. Rinse. Repeat
Summary: Written for this prompt which is a repost of this prompt
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk/Chekov
They've already started by the time McCoy makes it Jim's quarters but he can't find it in himself to be mad. He just can't, especially not with the sight of them pressed up against each other in the middle of the room. They're kissing chastely, gentle slides of lips and a flicker of Jim's tongue. It's still enough to make Pavel squirm and McCoy smiles. His youngest has trouble controlling himself when it comes to this. McCoy doesn't mind - he remembers being that age and besides, Pavel is so beautiful when he loses control.
They both are.
It's Jim who notices him first - always observant, he is. It takes at least two orgasms to slow that incredible brain down enough to give McCoy's boy some peace. He intends on giving Jim that peace tonight, although it won't be through his own efforts.
McCoy lets his gaze wander over them languidly, letting his smile show so that they know he's not mad. It's hard to stay mad at his boys, especially when they greet him with the view he'd been given. Besides, they're still fully clothed and Jim isn't hard yet so they couldn't have started long before him. He'll let it slide; his boys rarely give him cause for punishment.
"Don't mind me," he rumbles, moving to the chair to the bed. It feels to good sink into the soft fabric after the stress of the day and some of the tension eases out of his shoulders.
Over Pavel's shoulder, Jim smiles at him. Message received, the quirk at his corner of his mouth says and to anyone else it would appear to be insolence. Not to McCoy though - he knows his boys well. Jim's telling him he's understood what lay beneath his daddy's flippant remark: that he is in charge until further instruction.
"C'mon, Pavel," Jim murmurs to the younger and nudges his hip. Pavel turns obediently with the slightest touch and lets Jim manoeuvre him into position: flush against the elder, the two of them in profile to their daddy. Then Jim dips his head and resumes kissing Pavel. It's filthier now that they have permission, Jim licking his way into Pavel's mouth with the hint of teeth. Pavel laps back at him and for a moment it’s just the slow slide of pink tongues. Then Jim is sucking Pavel's bottom lip into his mouth and worrying it gently. When Jim pulls back to admire his work, the lip is slightly swollen and McCoy's cock begins to stir. He palms it absently through his pants, careful not to provide any particular stimulation. It's too early for that.
Not the case for Pavel, though. His youngest boy is half hard and desperately trying to find friction to rub against. Jim is making it difficult for him, holding his arms away from his groin at the wrists and keeping his legs together so Pavel can't use his thigh. Pavel squirms and makes a soft whining sound, looking over to McCoy for aid.
McCoy watches them for a moment, long enough for Jim to suckle a mark into his brother's neck. The feeling makes Pavel whine again and his eyes beg even more desperately. McCoy melts at that look.
"Don't tease your brother, Jimmy," he says a hint of warning. Jim raises his head from Pavel's neck and looks at his daddy with those brilliant eyes.
"Okay, Daddy," he says obediently and he actually means it. If only he could be that obedient outside his quarters, McCoy thinks wistfully. Then he ruthlessly shoves the thought away because what they do in here is to escape that world. Not to mention, Jim wouldn't half as entertaining if he did whatever others requested, McCoy admits with a flash of amusement.
Then the entire debate flees his head because his boys are moving. Jim's walking Pavel across the room. Pavel's walking backwards, trusting his big brother completely not to get him into harm. McCoy doesn't worry, either. He knows Jim would never harm his baby brother.
Sure enough, Jim stops them both just by the bed. Pavel's immediately leaning into him for a kiss. When Jim tilts his head into it, McCoy catches the flare of amusement in his eyes and he knows it's mirrored in his own. McCoy's baby is just adorable when he starts getting demanding.
Jim lets Pavel have his way for a few more moments; then he's pulling back and stifling Pavel's unhappy moan by yanking the younger's shirt over his head. Pavel's head emerges from the neck hole with ruffled curls and Jim presses a fond kiss to his forehead. It throws Pavel off guard and he stands there for a moment while Jim attacks his belt. Then he regains his senses and hooks his thumbs into his waistband. As soon as Jim gets the belt open, Pavel's shoving trousers and briefs over off his hips and down his legs.
"Good boy," McCoy purrs and Pavel visibly shudders at the praise. Jim smiles at his little brother, bright and open and Pavel grins back. Then they're kissing gently, nuzzling each other's faces while McCoy watches and thinks to himself, you lucky sonovabitch.
He comes back to himself when Pavel makes an insistent noise into the kiss and tries to rub up against Jim again. McCoy opens his mouth to give his eldest another warning but Jim's already taking pity on his brother. He runs his hand firmly down Pavel's side before wrapping it around his brother's hard cock. Pavel shudders and then collapses into big brother's strong bulk. Jim takes the weight easily and they stay like that for awhile, Jim stroking Pavel's cock firmly and supporting his weight. Then he pulls his hand away to press both against Pavel's shoulders. Gently he guides Pavel down onto the bed and urges him to stretch out.
"How 'bout showin' some skin, Jimmy," McCoy murmurs when Jim shows no sign of doing so.
"Okay, Daddy," Jim replies, easy as anything and he flashes those pretty blue at his daddy in apology. McCoy's cock twitches at that and he palms it while he smiles reassuringly at his boy. Jim's face lights up at the smile and never did McCoy ever think he would get this lucky. These two beautiful boys, all for me, he thinks with a touch of wonder. Then Jim slides his shirt over his head and he's greedily taking in the sight of Jim's chest.
The belt and pants soon join the shirt on the floor and Jim turns to daddy for instructions. McCoy takes in the sight of his eldest, all strong muscle and stubbornly lingering farmboy tan. Then his gaze drops to his boy's cock. He's hard now and his cock is sweetly flushed and arching towards his belly.
"Onto the bed, Jimmy," McCoy orders but his eyes are soft. Jim obeys immediately and his face is bright from daddy's approval. He swings his leg over Pavel's narrow hips and settles over his little brother. They both moan softly at the contact and squirm against each other. McCoy lets them have their fun for a few minutes. Then he clears his throat and instantly their eyes are on him.
"C'mon, let's have a look at those pretty dicks of yours."
They're moving even before he finishes speaking. Jim shifts his leg out of the way and Pavel's tilting his hips towards his daddy. McCoy drinks in the sight of them.
Pavel's dick is noticeably smaller than Jim's but it's just as hard. He's leaking precum from the slit and McCoy tells Jim to spread it over the head. He almost moans with Pavel as he watches Jim's thumb spread the glistening fluid. He's had those hands on his dick before and knows how good the calluses feel. It made him moan just likes Pavel's doing now as Jim continues to rub the head of his cock.
Pavel's moans are the sweetest things he's ever heard and they go straight to his cock. It twitches in response and now his pants are too tight. While his hands fumble with zippers and belt buckles he lets himself take in the sight of his boys together.
Pavel's smaller than Jim in every way; although there's the hint of muscle beneath his smooth skin, his baby's still scrawny as fuck. Next to his big brother he looks even smaller and paler - fragile. They all like this effect.
McCoy sweeps his gaze over the pretty picture they make one more time before issuing his next command.
"Baby boy, why don't you suck Jimmy's cock for him?" They're shifting around as he talks, Jim turning onto his back and sliding the up bed and Pavel flipping onto his stomach and slipping down big brother's body. He doesn't need any encouragement - Pavel loves cocksucking, especially when it's Jimmy's cock - but McCoy continues anyway, just to watch them shiver at his words.
"You've been wanting this all evening, haven't you?" Pavel nods eagerly at this before sticking out his tongue and running it up the length of Jim's cock. Then he's opening his mouth wide and sucking his brother down all the way down to the back of his throat. He doesn't gag but he did the first time. His daddy and brother had a lot of fun training him out of it.
"You've been wanting this ever since you did it last, haven't you?" McCoy accuses him light-heartedly. "Couldn't wait to get hard dick down your throat again. Especially big brother's dick."
Pavel nods the best he can and then swallows visibly. Jim exhales breathily at the feel and when McCoy looks at his eldest, he's staring down at his baby brother with awed disbelief. No matter how many times their daddy gets Pavel to suck Jim's cock, Jim always looks at Pavel the same way. McCoy's guessing he hasn't had many people that could take him in the way Pavel can.
"Isn't he doing good?" McCoy asks his eldest. Jim nods frantically and before his daddy has to tell him to, he's heaping praise on Pavel and his mouth. McCoy groans at the string of words coming from his eldest's mouth and has to squeeze his cock to stave off orgasm. Jim's managed to bring him off before with nothing more than a stream of dirty talk - that mouth is good for more than sucking dick and talking shit. McCoy's tempted to give in and come now, but he manages to resist. He has other plans for the night.
"C'mon baby boy, finish him off," McCoy urges. Even the promise of an orgasm has Jim moaning, a sound that continues when Pavel starts sucking in earnest. Shakily Jim reaches and rubs Pavel's hollowed out cheeks. Pavel hums at the touch and that's it; Jim's panting and shuddering through his first orgasm of the night.
Slowly Pavel lifts his head and lets Jim's cock fall out of his mouth. Then he rests his tousled head on Jim's hip and without prompting Jim's reaching down to ruffle through his curls, praising him in one breath.
"...so good, such a beautiful cocksucker, you did so good, baby brother, so proud of you..."
Pavel moans weakly at the words and his cock twitches between his thighs. His daddy eyes it thoughtfully wondering if he should let Pavel come yet. His baby boy did so well for his brother and he's young; it’s not like he won't be able to get it up again soon. Besides, McCoy loves seeing his baby after two or three orgasms - weak as a kitten without the claws.
"Jimmy."
Jim immediately stops the praise and focuses on his daddy. His hand never stops stroking Pavel's curls and McCoy almost smiles at the sight. Jim's a perfect big brother, always making sure baby brother's okay.
"Think baby boy's earned the right to come, don't you?" There's no question about it - Daddy's word is law - but Jim still does him the honour of a verbal response.
"Definitely. Can I -?" Jimmy asked hopefully and fixes his beautiful eyes on his daddy. McCoy smiles at his eagerness and even if he had any objection to the idea, it's gone now. He gives Jim his permission and settles back in the chair, stroking his cock absently. All of his attention is focused on his boys. He watches as Pavel is coaxed up the bed with gentle hands and groans softly when Pavel arches away from the sheets at the first stroke of his cock. He settles back into them, panting, but his face is tense. The way he squeezes his eyes shut and presses his head back into the pillow tells them everything they need to know. He's so close, right on the edge, just needing something - anything - to tip him over.
It's Jim's thumbs that accomplish that. One swipe over the slit and through the leaking precum; then other hand sliding up Pavel's midsection. He thumbs one dusky nipple and Pavel cries out and milky semen is splattering over his pale stomach. All tension and strength flees visibly flees Pavel's body and slumps back against the sheets. His head lolls on the pillow to look at his daddy. Jim also looks at McCoy and his eyes are bright with mischief while he licks semen off his thumb and that's it.
It's Daddy's turn to play.
He slides his hand between the side of the chair and his cushion and closes his fingers around the tube he finds there. He chucks it onto the bed, next to Pavel's hip and the arm Jim's slung over it, and watches their faces light up. When he stands and ambles over to the bed, trousers hanging low on his hips, Pavel licks his lips and McCoy's plans change right then and there. He had been planning on fucking Jimmy while Pavel sucked his brother off, but the sight of Pavel licking his swollen lips makes him want them around his dick.
"Why don't you make some room for Daddy, hmm?" McCoy croons as he slides onto the bed. His boys shift to accommodate him. Pavel's limbs are still weak from his orgasm - he always loses his strength after so McCoy's not worried - but Jim's helping him. Under Daddy's approving eye, Jim slides his strong arms around Pavel's chest and pulling him back against his own. He presses a soft kiss against the mark he left on Pavel's neck earlier and Pavel moans softly.
The beauty of youth, McCoy sighs to himself as his baby boy's dick starts harden again. Behind him, Jim is absently rocking his hips into the small of Pavel's back and McCoy doesn't even need to wonder why. They're both watching eagerly, waiting to see what they're going to get to do.
He doesn't mind making them wait.
"Jimmy, prepare your brother."
While Jim searches the sheets for the lube and starts slicking his fingers, McCoy turns his attention to his youngest, now lying on his stomach. He combs his fingers through the curls and Pavel's mouth quirks up in a soft smile. He loves attention, his youngest. Of all kinds. McCoy took it upon himself to give him that attention to stop him getting into trouble and before long, had recruited Jim to help. It's been working well so far.
McCoy drops his hand to stroke Pavel's smooth cheek and his baby arches into the touch, his eyes drifting shut in contentment. It's a good look on him, but McCoy's eager to move on. His eyes flicker briefly to Jim who's finally got the lube onto his fingers. Jim senses his gaze on him - he always does; being a starship captain has taught him to always be conscious of your surroundings - and grins without looking up. He's focused on his task and his face is eager. With agonising slowness he slides a finger into his brother.
Pavel moans at the languid stretch and his throat vibrates against his daddy's thigh. McCoy's felt that vibration around his cock before and the memory of it only makes him want it more. With gentle hands he cups Pavel's chin and lifts his baby's head to his cock. Before he even has to say something Pavel's got his mouth around it and swallowing it down. It's then that Jim decides Pavel needs another finger in him and shit, that feels good. McCoy greedily watches as Jim fucks his fingers into Pavel. He doesn't really need to stretch him - they've made do with a shitload of spit and a prayer before, but tonight they're taking it slow. Almost as if he can read daddy's mind, Jim slides another finger in. Then twists and rubs and Pavel shudders against the sheets.
McCoy turns his attentions back to Pavel to see his baby watching him with bright eyes. They're curious and he knows his baby really wants to know what's going to happen to him. Normally that brilliant mind is teaming with calculations and ideas and like his brother's, never giving him any peace, but right now all it’s concerned with is all possible combinations that include the three of them and him getting fucked. One particular image - him stretched wide around two dicks, his daddy behind him and brother in front, both of them whispering their filthy thoughts in his ear while all he can do is take it because it's so good - makes him suck harder at the cock in his mouth.
He's rewarded with an appreciative moan and warm fingers ruffling through his curls. He moans back and Daddy's hips jerk forward, cock sliding deeper into his throat. It's not as big as big brother's but Pavel still has to fight to not gag. Months ago he would have but then Daddy and Jimmy took the time to train him, first with fingers and then toys. Then finally, with their dicks, warm and hard sliding into his mouth. Even now, after all the things they've introduced him, this simple act is his favourite. He likes using his mouth to make them squirm, likes knowing every time he catches them staring at his lips outside of their insular little world, they're thinking of all the things that mouth can do them. The thought makes him wiggle.
"I think he's ready," McCoy rumbles and Jim finally looks up from his task. He loves watching his fingers slide in Pavel; the way the hole stretches around them and the heat inside. It's with great reluctance that he pulls his fingers and waits for instruction. He'll take whatever Daddy says he can give and be grateful - Bones didn't have to do this, didn't have to take in two fuck-ups from their respective self-destructive paths. For that Jim will always be grateful.
"So, Jimmy," Daddy drawls, all sex and confidence and Jim never realised how hard he was until this moment.
"Did you make our baby all nice and slick? Do you think your baby brother's ready for you?"
It takes a moment for the words to register because Daddy's voice is doing a number of interesting things to both his boys' bodies. Then Jim's mind catches up to him and he queries, "Daddy?" just to make sure.
McCoy smiles and looks down at his youngest. Pavel's catching his breath and resting his tousled head on McCoy's leg and already he's missing that hot mouth.
"How 'bout it, baby boy? You want Jimmy to fuck you, want that big cock inside you?"
He doesn't really have to ask. He knows if Pavel had any objection to getting fucked he would have spoken up long before this. That was McCoy's earliest of his few rules: that if there's anything they don't want do, they have to tell him. Immediately. His boy's have a handful of things between them they won't do and every time they say no, McCoy takes note because he doesn't want to hurt his boys. And even though he knows what his boys will and will not let him do, he still feels better if he asks and they say yes.
At that moment Pavel nods his permission against McCoy's thigh and he snaps out of his thoughts. There's a time for that train of thoughts and it's not now. So he smiles at Jim and watches his boy's eyes go dark.
"Go ahead, Jimmy. Finish what you started."
It takes a moment for the words to register; he can literally see the split second the brain interprets the words. Jim blinks once, twice. Then he smiles back, shy and submissive and from his lap Pavel moans happily. Seems everyone's on board with the plan and he's only just started to consider whether he needs to prompt Pavel back onto his cock when it's surrounded by softheatwet, shit. His moan is surprised but no less heartfelt and he tosses his head back just so he can breathe.
With his eyes at half-mast McCoy watches as Jimmy wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and uses that grip for leverage to push into Pavel. Carefully he eases in with a patience few people believe he can exercise. Pavel whimpers slightly at the stretch and instantly both daddy and brother are soothing him; Daddy strokes his curls and smooth cheeks while Jim rubs the small of his back for a moment. There's a suspended moment where none of them move. Then all of the tension drains out of Pavel's body and he settles happily back into sucking Daddy's cock and that's the last of any coherent thought from all of them.
They go slowly. Jim rocks into baby brother with agonisingly languid thrusts that make him whimper and struggle for more. One strong hand on the small of his back keeps him in place though, and even appealing to Daddy doesn't work; this form of teasing, McCoy allows. He loves the desperate pitch of the moan's that escape the full mouth and the way they make Pavel's throat flutter around the head of his cock. It's enough to bring him to the edge; then Jim gives an unexpected hard thrust and Pavel tries to cry out and that's enough. McCoy comes down his baby's throat, too surprised to make a sound.
It's a while before he manages to regain control of himself and when he does, his boys are moving frantically, so close it hurts. Daddy does his best to get them there, patting trembling flanks and stroking tense backs. He murmurs softly to them, a stream of encouragement and desire and finally Jimmy gives one last solid thrust and a strangled sound escapes. For a few long seconds he's still; then he lets all his breath out in a rush.
Pavel's whimpering, desperate for relief, especially now he's the last.
"Finish him off, Jimmy." And Jim gets to work immediately, manhandling baby brother onto his back. He takes a moment to look at Pavel's cock, flushed and slick with pre-cum and gorgeous. Then he's wrapping his hand around it and pulling roughly, just how he knows Pavel likes it. The stream of encouragement starts up again and this time Jim joins in, whispering about how he wants to see his baby brother come and won't Pavel come for him, so beautiful when he loses control and Pavel does, straining up from the bedsheets.
Jim strokes him through it, gradually loosening his grip until its more comfort than pleasure. Once Pavel's dropped back to the mattress (flushed, panting and beautiful) he raises his hand to his mouth and laps the come off it.
McCoy groans at the sight and heat coils low in his belly. He refuses to give in to it though, not when both of his boys are slack with exhaustion.
Mission accomplished.
He cleans them up the best he can with heavy limbs. His boys do their best to help but their brains are finally slowing down enough to make them feel fatigue. They do little more than to flop into a new position when he nudges him and McCoy finds himself smiling at the sight. Once they're clean enough to satisfy the doctor in him - disease and bacteria and good God, do you know how dirty the human mouth is?! - he slumps down onto the bed with them.
They settle into position, Pavel cuddled into Jimmy's chest and Daddy pressed up close to the eldest. He pulls the blankets over the three of them and orders the computer to turn the lights off. Minutes after the room has gone dark there's the soft sounds Pavel makes in his sleep. McCoy spreads his hand over the jut of Jimmy's hip and noses at his neck. At this Jim sighs deeply and McCoy can feel him starting to nod off. And knowing his boys are sated and sleeping, McCoy lets himself give into the demand for sleep.
In the morning they'll shower together, crowding into the proper water shower equipped in the Captain's bathroom. Once clean and dry and dressed in his command golds, Jim will stride out of the room wearing his confidence and authority like a cloak. Pavel will put on his innocent face once more - the face that Jim describes as saying 'no I did not get spitroasted by the Captain and his CMO last night, why do you ask?'
And McCoy will go back to his sickbay and do his best to fix the skin wounds that people come to him with until it's time to fix the wounds his boy's hide once more.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Summary: Written for this prompt which is a repost of this prompt
Pairing: McCoy/Kirk/Chekov
They've already started by the time McCoy makes it Jim's quarters but he can't find it in himself to be mad. He just can't, especially not with the sight of them pressed up against each other in the middle of the room. They're kissing chastely, gentle slides of lips and a flicker of Jim's tongue. It's still enough to make Pavel squirm and McCoy smiles. His youngest has trouble controlling himself when it comes to this. McCoy doesn't mind - he remembers being that age and besides, Pavel is so beautiful when he loses control.
They both are.
It's Jim who notices him first - always observant, he is. It takes at least two orgasms to slow that incredible brain down enough to give McCoy's boy some peace. He intends on giving Jim that peace tonight, although it won't be through his own efforts.
McCoy lets his gaze wander over them languidly, letting his smile show so that they know he's not mad. It's hard to stay mad at his boys, especially when they greet him with the view he'd been given. Besides, they're still fully clothed and Jim isn't hard yet so they couldn't have started long before him. He'll let it slide; his boys rarely give him cause for punishment.
"Don't mind me," he rumbles, moving to the chair to the bed. It feels to good sink into the soft fabric after the stress of the day and some of the tension eases out of his shoulders.
Over Pavel's shoulder, Jim smiles at him. Message received, the quirk at his corner of his mouth says and to anyone else it would appear to be insolence. Not to McCoy though - he knows his boys well. Jim's telling him he's understood what lay beneath his daddy's flippant remark: that he is in charge until further instruction.
"C'mon, Pavel," Jim murmurs to the younger and nudges his hip. Pavel turns obediently with the slightest touch and lets Jim manoeuvre him into position: flush against the elder, the two of them in profile to their daddy. Then Jim dips his head and resumes kissing Pavel. It's filthier now that they have permission, Jim licking his way into Pavel's mouth with the hint of teeth. Pavel laps back at him and for a moment it’s just the slow slide of pink tongues. Then Jim is sucking Pavel's bottom lip into his mouth and worrying it gently. When Jim pulls back to admire his work, the lip is slightly swollen and McCoy's cock begins to stir. He palms it absently through his pants, careful not to provide any particular stimulation. It's too early for that.
Not the case for Pavel, though. His youngest boy is half hard and desperately trying to find friction to rub against. Jim is making it difficult for him, holding his arms away from his groin at the wrists and keeping his legs together so Pavel can't use his thigh. Pavel squirms and makes a soft whining sound, looking over to McCoy for aid.
McCoy watches them for a moment, long enough for Jim to suckle a mark into his brother's neck. The feeling makes Pavel whine again and his eyes beg even more desperately. McCoy melts at that look.
"Don't tease your brother, Jimmy," he says a hint of warning. Jim raises his head from Pavel's neck and looks at his daddy with those brilliant eyes.
"Okay, Daddy," he says obediently and he actually means it. If only he could be that obedient outside his quarters, McCoy thinks wistfully. Then he ruthlessly shoves the thought away because what they do in here is to escape that world. Not to mention, Jim wouldn't half as entertaining if he did whatever others requested, McCoy admits with a flash of amusement.
Then the entire debate flees his head because his boys are moving. Jim's walking Pavel across the room. Pavel's walking backwards, trusting his big brother completely not to get him into harm. McCoy doesn't worry, either. He knows Jim would never harm his baby brother.
Sure enough, Jim stops them both just by the bed. Pavel's immediately leaning into him for a kiss. When Jim tilts his head into it, McCoy catches the flare of amusement in his eyes and he knows it's mirrored in his own. McCoy's baby is just adorable when he starts getting demanding.
Jim lets Pavel have his way for a few more moments; then he's pulling back and stifling Pavel's unhappy moan by yanking the younger's shirt over his head. Pavel's head emerges from the neck hole with ruffled curls and Jim presses a fond kiss to his forehead. It throws Pavel off guard and he stands there for a moment while Jim attacks his belt. Then he regains his senses and hooks his thumbs into his waistband. As soon as Jim gets the belt open, Pavel's shoving trousers and briefs over off his hips and down his legs.
"Good boy," McCoy purrs and Pavel visibly shudders at the praise. Jim smiles at his little brother, bright and open and Pavel grins back. Then they're kissing gently, nuzzling each other's faces while McCoy watches and thinks to himself, you lucky sonovabitch.
He comes back to himself when Pavel makes an insistent noise into the kiss and tries to rub up against Jim again. McCoy opens his mouth to give his eldest another warning but Jim's already taking pity on his brother. He runs his hand firmly down Pavel's side before wrapping it around his brother's hard cock. Pavel shudders and then collapses into big brother's strong bulk. Jim takes the weight easily and they stay like that for awhile, Jim stroking Pavel's cock firmly and supporting his weight. Then he pulls his hand away to press both against Pavel's shoulders. Gently he guides Pavel down onto the bed and urges him to stretch out.
"How 'bout showin' some skin, Jimmy," McCoy murmurs when Jim shows no sign of doing so.
"Okay, Daddy," Jim replies, easy as anything and he flashes those pretty blue at his daddy in apology. McCoy's cock twitches at that and he palms it while he smiles reassuringly at his boy. Jim's face lights up at the smile and never did McCoy ever think he would get this lucky. These two beautiful boys, all for me, he thinks with a touch of wonder. Then Jim slides his shirt over his head and he's greedily taking in the sight of Jim's chest.
The belt and pants soon join the shirt on the floor and Jim turns to daddy for instructions. McCoy takes in the sight of his eldest, all strong muscle and stubbornly lingering farmboy tan. Then his gaze drops to his boy's cock. He's hard now and his cock is sweetly flushed and arching towards his belly.
"Onto the bed, Jimmy," McCoy orders but his eyes are soft. Jim obeys immediately and his face is bright from daddy's approval. He swings his leg over Pavel's narrow hips and settles over his little brother. They both moan softly at the contact and squirm against each other. McCoy lets them have their fun for a few minutes. Then he clears his throat and instantly their eyes are on him.
"C'mon, let's have a look at those pretty dicks of yours."
They're moving even before he finishes speaking. Jim shifts his leg out of the way and Pavel's tilting his hips towards his daddy. McCoy drinks in the sight of them.
Pavel's dick is noticeably smaller than Jim's but it's just as hard. He's leaking precum from the slit and McCoy tells Jim to spread it over the head. He almost moans with Pavel as he watches Jim's thumb spread the glistening fluid. He's had those hands on his dick before and knows how good the calluses feel. It made him moan just likes Pavel's doing now as Jim continues to rub the head of his cock.
Pavel's moans are the sweetest things he's ever heard and they go straight to his cock. It twitches in response and now his pants are too tight. While his hands fumble with zippers and belt buckles he lets himself take in the sight of his boys together.
Pavel's smaller than Jim in every way; although there's the hint of muscle beneath his smooth skin, his baby's still scrawny as fuck. Next to his big brother he looks even smaller and paler - fragile. They all like this effect.
McCoy sweeps his gaze over the pretty picture they make one more time before issuing his next command.
"Baby boy, why don't you suck Jimmy's cock for him?" They're shifting around as he talks, Jim turning onto his back and sliding the up bed and Pavel flipping onto his stomach and slipping down big brother's body. He doesn't need any encouragement - Pavel loves cocksucking, especially when it's Jimmy's cock - but McCoy continues anyway, just to watch them shiver at his words.
"You've been wanting this all evening, haven't you?" Pavel nods eagerly at this before sticking out his tongue and running it up the length of Jim's cock. Then he's opening his mouth wide and sucking his brother down all the way down to the back of his throat. He doesn't gag but he did the first time. His daddy and brother had a lot of fun training him out of it.
"You've been wanting this ever since you did it last, haven't you?" McCoy accuses him light-heartedly. "Couldn't wait to get hard dick down your throat again. Especially big brother's dick."
Pavel nods the best he can and then swallows visibly. Jim exhales breathily at the feel and when McCoy looks at his eldest, he's staring down at his baby brother with awed disbelief. No matter how many times their daddy gets Pavel to suck Jim's cock, Jim always looks at Pavel the same way. McCoy's guessing he hasn't had many people that could take him in the way Pavel can.
"Isn't he doing good?" McCoy asks his eldest. Jim nods frantically and before his daddy has to tell him to, he's heaping praise on Pavel and his mouth. McCoy groans at the string of words coming from his eldest's mouth and has to squeeze his cock to stave off orgasm. Jim's managed to bring him off before with nothing more than a stream of dirty talk - that mouth is good for more than sucking dick and talking shit. McCoy's tempted to give in and come now, but he manages to resist. He has other plans for the night.
"C'mon baby boy, finish him off," McCoy urges. Even the promise of an orgasm has Jim moaning, a sound that continues when Pavel starts sucking in earnest. Shakily Jim reaches and rubs Pavel's hollowed out cheeks. Pavel hums at the touch and that's it; Jim's panting and shuddering through his first orgasm of the night.
Slowly Pavel lifts his head and lets Jim's cock fall out of his mouth. Then he rests his tousled head on Jim's hip and without prompting Jim's reaching down to ruffle through his curls, praising him in one breath.
"...so good, such a beautiful cocksucker, you did so good, baby brother, so proud of you..."
Pavel moans weakly at the words and his cock twitches between his thighs. His daddy eyes it thoughtfully wondering if he should let Pavel come yet. His baby boy did so well for his brother and he's young; it’s not like he won't be able to get it up again soon. Besides, McCoy loves seeing his baby after two or three orgasms - weak as a kitten without the claws.
"Jimmy."
Jim immediately stops the praise and focuses on his daddy. His hand never stops stroking Pavel's curls and McCoy almost smiles at the sight. Jim's a perfect big brother, always making sure baby brother's okay.
"Think baby boy's earned the right to come, don't you?" There's no question about it - Daddy's word is law - but Jim still does him the honour of a verbal response.
"Definitely. Can I -?" Jimmy asked hopefully and fixes his beautiful eyes on his daddy. McCoy smiles at his eagerness and even if he had any objection to the idea, it's gone now. He gives Jim his permission and settles back in the chair, stroking his cock absently. All of his attention is focused on his boys. He watches as Pavel is coaxed up the bed with gentle hands and groans softly when Pavel arches away from the sheets at the first stroke of his cock. He settles back into them, panting, but his face is tense. The way he squeezes his eyes shut and presses his head back into the pillow tells them everything they need to know. He's so close, right on the edge, just needing something - anything - to tip him over.
It's Jim's thumbs that accomplish that. One swipe over the slit and through the leaking precum; then other hand sliding up Pavel's midsection. He thumbs one dusky nipple and Pavel cries out and milky semen is splattering over his pale stomach. All tension and strength flees visibly flees Pavel's body and slumps back against the sheets. His head lolls on the pillow to look at his daddy. Jim also looks at McCoy and his eyes are bright with mischief while he licks semen off his thumb and that's it.
It's Daddy's turn to play.
He slides his hand between the side of the chair and his cushion and closes his fingers around the tube he finds there. He chucks it onto the bed, next to Pavel's hip and the arm Jim's slung over it, and watches their faces light up. When he stands and ambles over to the bed, trousers hanging low on his hips, Pavel licks his lips and McCoy's plans change right then and there. He had been planning on fucking Jimmy while Pavel sucked his brother off, but the sight of Pavel licking his swollen lips makes him want them around his dick.
"Why don't you make some room for Daddy, hmm?" McCoy croons as he slides onto the bed. His boys shift to accommodate him. Pavel's limbs are still weak from his orgasm - he always loses his strength after so McCoy's not worried - but Jim's helping him. Under Daddy's approving eye, Jim slides his strong arms around Pavel's chest and pulling him back against his own. He presses a soft kiss against the mark he left on Pavel's neck earlier and Pavel moans softly.
The beauty of youth, McCoy sighs to himself as his baby boy's dick starts harden again. Behind him, Jim is absently rocking his hips into the small of Pavel's back and McCoy doesn't even need to wonder why. They're both watching eagerly, waiting to see what they're going to get to do.
He doesn't mind making them wait.
"Jimmy, prepare your brother."
While Jim searches the sheets for the lube and starts slicking his fingers, McCoy turns his attention to his youngest, now lying on his stomach. He combs his fingers through the curls and Pavel's mouth quirks up in a soft smile. He loves attention, his youngest. Of all kinds. McCoy took it upon himself to give him that attention to stop him getting into trouble and before long, had recruited Jim to help. It's been working well so far.
McCoy drops his hand to stroke Pavel's smooth cheek and his baby arches into the touch, his eyes drifting shut in contentment. It's a good look on him, but McCoy's eager to move on. His eyes flicker briefly to Jim who's finally got the lube onto his fingers. Jim senses his gaze on him - he always does; being a starship captain has taught him to always be conscious of your surroundings - and grins without looking up. He's focused on his task and his face is eager. With agonising slowness he slides a finger into his brother.
Pavel moans at the languid stretch and his throat vibrates against his daddy's thigh. McCoy's felt that vibration around his cock before and the memory of it only makes him want it more. With gentle hands he cups Pavel's chin and lifts his baby's head to his cock. Before he even has to say something Pavel's got his mouth around it and swallowing it down. It's then that Jim decides Pavel needs another finger in him and shit, that feels good. McCoy greedily watches as Jim fucks his fingers into Pavel. He doesn't really need to stretch him - they've made do with a shitload of spit and a prayer before, but tonight they're taking it slow. Almost as if he can read daddy's mind, Jim slides another finger in. Then twists and rubs and Pavel shudders against the sheets.
McCoy turns his attentions back to Pavel to see his baby watching him with bright eyes. They're curious and he knows his baby really wants to know what's going to happen to him. Normally that brilliant mind is teaming with calculations and ideas and like his brother's, never giving him any peace, but right now all it’s concerned with is all possible combinations that include the three of them and him getting fucked. One particular image - him stretched wide around two dicks, his daddy behind him and brother in front, both of them whispering their filthy thoughts in his ear while all he can do is take it because it's so good - makes him suck harder at the cock in his mouth.
He's rewarded with an appreciative moan and warm fingers ruffling through his curls. He moans back and Daddy's hips jerk forward, cock sliding deeper into his throat. It's not as big as big brother's but Pavel still has to fight to not gag. Months ago he would have but then Daddy and Jimmy took the time to train him, first with fingers and then toys. Then finally, with their dicks, warm and hard sliding into his mouth. Even now, after all the things they've introduced him, this simple act is his favourite. He likes using his mouth to make them squirm, likes knowing every time he catches them staring at his lips outside of their insular little world, they're thinking of all the things that mouth can do them. The thought makes him wiggle.
"I think he's ready," McCoy rumbles and Jim finally looks up from his task. He loves watching his fingers slide in Pavel; the way the hole stretches around them and the heat inside. It's with great reluctance that he pulls his fingers and waits for instruction. He'll take whatever Daddy says he can give and be grateful - Bones didn't have to do this, didn't have to take in two fuck-ups from their respective self-destructive paths. For that Jim will always be grateful.
"So, Jimmy," Daddy drawls, all sex and confidence and Jim never realised how hard he was until this moment.
"Did you make our baby all nice and slick? Do you think your baby brother's ready for you?"
It takes a moment for the words to register because Daddy's voice is doing a number of interesting things to both his boys' bodies. Then Jim's mind catches up to him and he queries, "Daddy?" just to make sure.
McCoy smiles and looks down at his youngest. Pavel's catching his breath and resting his tousled head on McCoy's leg and already he's missing that hot mouth.
"How 'bout it, baby boy? You want Jimmy to fuck you, want that big cock inside you?"
He doesn't really have to ask. He knows if Pavel had any objection to getting fucked he would have spoken up long before this. That was McCoy's earliest of his few rules: that if there's anything they don't want do, they have to tell him. Immediately. His boy's have a handful of things between them they won't do and every time they say no, McCoy takes note because he doesn't want to hurt his boys. And even though he knows what his boys will and will not let him do, he still feels better if he asks and they say yes.
At that moment Pavel nods his permission against McCoy's thigh and he snaps out of his thoughts. There's a time for that train of thoughts and it's not now. So he smiles at Jim and watches his boy's eyes go dark.
"Go ahead, Jimmy. Finish what you started."
It takes a moment for the words to register; he can literally see the split second the brain interprets the words. Jim blinks once, twice. Then he smiles back, shy and submissive and from his lap Pavel moans happily. Seems everyone's on board with the plan and he's only just started to consider whether he needs to prompt Pavel back onto his cock when it's surrounded by softheatwet, shit. His moan is surprised but no less heartfelt and he tosses his head back just so he can breathe.
With his eyes at half-mast McCoy watches as Jimmy wraps his fingers around the base of his cock and uses that grip for leverage to push into Pavel. Carefully he eases in with a patience few people believe he can exercise. Pavel whimpers slightly at the stretch and instantly both daddy and brother are soothing him; Daddy strokes his curls and smooth cheeks while Jim rubs the small of his back for a moment. There's a suspended moment where none of them move. Then all of the tension drains out of Pavel's body and he settles happily back into sucking Daddy's cock and that's the last of any coherent thought from all of them.
They go slowly. Jim rocks into baby brother with agonisingly languid thrusts that make him whimper and struggle for more. One strong hand on the small of his back keeps him in place though, and even appealing to Daddy doesn't work; this form of teasing, McCoy allows. He loves the desperate pitch of the moan's that escape the full mouth and the way they make Pavel's throat flutter around the head of his cock. It's enough to bring him to the edge; then Jim gives an unexpected hard thrust and Pavel tries to cry out and that's enough. McCoy comes down his baby's throat, too surprised to make a sound.
It's a while before he manages to regain control of himself and when he does, his boys are moving frantically, so close it hurts. Daddy does his best to get them there, patting trembling flanks and stroking tense backs. He murmurs softly to them, a stream of encouragement and desire and finally Jimmy gives one last solid thrust and a strangled sound escapes. For a few long seconds he's still; then he lets all his breath out in a rush.
Pavel's whimpering, desperate for relief, especially now he's the last.
"Finish him off, Jimmy." And Jim gets to work immediately, manhandling baby brother onto his back. He takes a moment to look at Pavel's cock, flushed and slick with pre-cum and gorgeous. Then he's wrapping his hand around it and pulling roughly, just how he knows Pavel likes it. The stream of encouragement starts up again and this time Jim joins in, whispering about how he wants to see his baby brother come and won't Pavel come for him, so beautiful when he loses control and Pavel does, straining up from the bedsheets.
Jim strokes him through it, gradually loosening his grip until its more comfort than pleasure. Once Pavel's dropped back to the mattress (flushed, panting and beautiful) he raises his hand to his mouth and laps the come off it.
McCoy groans at the sight and heat coils low in his belly. He refuses to give in to it though, not when both of his boys are slack with exhaustion.
Mission accomplished.
He cleans them up the best he can with heavy limbs. His boys do their best to help but their brains are finally slowing down enough to make them feel fatigue. They do little more than to flop into a new position when he nudges him and McCoy finds himself smiling at the sight. Once they're clean enough to satisfy the doctor in him - disease and bacteria and good God, do you know how dirty the human mouth is?! - he slumps down onto the bed with them.
They settle into position, Pavel cuddled into Jimmy's chest and Daddy pressed up close to the eldest. He pulls the blankets over the three of them and orders the computer to turn the lights off. Minutes after the room has gone dark there's the soft sounds Pavel makes in his sleep. McCoy spreads his hand over the jut of Jimmy's hip and noses at his neck. At this Jim sighs deeply and McCoy can feel him starting to nod off. And knowing his boys are sated and sleeping, McCoy lets himself give into the demand for sleep.
In the morning they'll shower together, crowding into the proper water shower equipped in the Captain's bathroom. Once clean and dry and dressed in his command golds, Jim will stride out of the room wearing his confidence and authority like a cloak. Pavel will put on his innocent face once more - the face that Jim describes as saying 'no I did not get spitroasted by the Captain and his CMO last night, why do you ask?'
And McCoy will go back to his sickbay and do his best to fix the skin wounds that people come to him with until it's time to fix the wounds his boy's hide once more.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.