There was a strange hot-cold feeling running up and down his spine, jealousy and envy and something else he couldn't place. Still, at least the feeling was dampening the heat, making him twist in other places.
No. He was going to go back to his room and be good, dammit, just like Leonard said. And he wasn't going to go jerk off like a schoolboy, again, and he wasn't going to mope, either.
He was going to write to his goddamn wife. And then he was going to sit and think about how very good he was being and how it was making him grow as a person in a way that hot fourway sex with his lover and their doubles-turned-female could totally never achieve. And he was going to do this happily goddammit, because then he could feel good about himself and his unselfishness for months thereafter.
"You be good," he said to Leonard, with an amazingly steady smirk. "They'll both be counting on it."
And with a smile that encompassed them all, he slipped out of the suite and left them to it.
Oh great, no pressure. If Leonard had been in a different state of mind, he would have been deeply impressed with Bill. As things were, he set it aside for later.
Spock did seem rather insistent, after all. He took a deep, steadying breath in, and turned towards her with a smile. "You were saying?"
And then, because Jim seemed rather far away, he added sensibly: "Jim, why are you still over there?"
"The view's nice," he said coyly. "And I was trying to be good, for Bill's sake. Unlike some people."
But he slid over willingly, more than willingly, and insinuated himself on Len's lap. He liked laps. He liked them anyway, but usually he was as big or bigger than those on whom he could reasonably sit.
It had been a rhetorical question, but the point was moot now, so Leonard stayed silent. He was not actually a Vulcan, there was no reason why Spock's fingers trailing over his ear should be so arousing, and yet...
He brushed her hair back with one hand, returning the gesture, his other arm drawing Jim closer so he could kiss her - best to just stick with one pronoun, he decided, or he'd end up terribly confused - licking her lips apart with some urgency.
There was something wonderful and almost illicit about this, about having his Spock and Len together, even if they no longer resembled one another. There was something about fitting on Len's lap, his lips parted by Len's insistent tongue, his small hand twining in Len's shirt. It gave him thoughts, sense memories heightened by the current size difference, on top of his considerable arousal based on possibilities as visibly presented. He shifted, straddling Len cozily in the chair, annoyed now that he'd chosen trousers.
Spock settled from her crouch onto her knees and shifted behind the chair so that she could lean forward to nibble the nape of Len's neck. It made his efforts to reach her ears more difficult and awkward but the ease of his task was not her utmost concern. Spock rubbed her hands with a heavy pressure over his shoulders - and let one of them continue into Jim's hair.
In fact, it made it damn nigh impossible, unless Leonard was planning on accidentally poking Spock in the eyes, which he most certainly wasn't.
Instead he shivered at the firm pressure to his shoulder, sank away underneath it, one hand sliding underneath Jim's shirt and up her back, the other instinctively reaching for Spock's hand, nails running lightly over the sensitive skin of her palm.
Jim broke the kiss, but only to direct his attention to Len's jaw, working his way up until, catching Spock's eye, he licked delicately up Len's ear and back down to suck the lobe gently between his lips. The two hands on him--Len's Spock-shaped but not so hot, Spock's more slender even than before but still powerful and warm--felt like two sides of something that Jim didn't have to choose between, and he slid his own under Len's shirt to rake slender fingers and blunt nails up his sides.
Oh, fuck. The combined stimulation of Jim's fingernails and Spock's teeth were enough to turn him pliant from the inside out, head tilting back against the chair even as his hips surged upwards against Jim's warmth instinctively.
He might have pointed out that their position probably wasn't the best in the long run, but Spock seemed keen to direct, and Leonard found himself only to keen to let her.
"I try," he responded thickly, turning towards her hand, eyes falling closed again as he drew two of Spock's fingers into his mouth, tongue playing against them, cheeks hollowing out with suction.
Jim might have recognized the look of surrender, if she paid close enough attention.
Jim was drawing back to comply with Spock's--well, it wasn't exactly a request, now, was it? but it wasn't like he objected--command, and was caught, for a moment, by the sight of Spock's long fingers engulfed by Len's mouth, lids lowered in concentration and something else.
With a smirk, he slid his fingers down to the waistband of Len's trousers, teasing the skin just beneath it and drawing them together to meet at the button. Which he undid, deftly, sliding the zipper down and then drawing the pants off as he himself scooted back off Len's lap. Len lifted his hips helpfully. Jim settled between Len's bare legs, shaking out his hair so it spread over them as Jim licked and nibbled a path up one.
He likes this. You telling him what to do.Had they been alone, Jim would have tried to find that reaction himself, would have wanted Len to bend him over and fuck him any way he saw fit until he couldn't stand. But Len was so clearly not in that position right now, his whole body melting between them, that that other man might not even
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Her mental voice was amused. Spock did not think Jim would find any objection either.
Her mental voice was amused... and breathless. She allowed a moan as Len increased the suction on her fingers, his tongue a wet pleasure that shivered through her.
Tease him.
Spock moved so her mouth was by Len's ear, breath hotter by far than a human's would be as she whispered into the shell of it.
"Has your distress continued or shall we advance?"
It had hardly ever been distress. Anxiety, yes, uncertainty, and it hadn't left, precisely, just transformed into the delicious frission of not-knowing that sparked his blood, sensitized him all over as he welcomed it, let it rush through him.
He wasn't confident he could express that coherently enough, right now, so he released Spock's fingers with one last suck, lips moving against their tips as he answered.
"Whatever you want, Spock."
Whatever Jim wanted, too. Her hair was teasingly soft against his thighs in sharp counterpoint to the edge of her teeth, and he couldn't resist reaching out to draw his fingers through it, something almost reverent about the gesture.
God. Spock moaning, Len's sharp desperation, were the same voice at different speeds, inextricably linked to arousal for Jim now. He felt Len's unspoken addition in the hand in his hair, and something about it, about Len's surrender, sparked something tender and fierce within him.
No. I don't object at all.
His hand slid up Len's legs, combing through wiry hair as his mouth continued upwards, to the telltale mound still covered by a thin layer of cloth. His tongue licked for a moment between cloth and thigh, and then Jim was mouthing Len teasingly over his underwear, inhaling the scent of him.
"She's lovely, isn't she?" Jim murmured throatily. It didn't require a response.
There was a strange hot-cold feeling running up and down his spine, jealousy and envy and something else he couldn't place. Still, at least the feeling was dampening the heat, making him twist in other places.
No. He was going to go back to his room and be good, dammit, just like Leonard said. And he wasn't going to go jerk off like a schoolboy, again, and he wasn't going to mope, either.
He was going to write to his goddamn wife. And then he was going to sit and think about how very good he was being and how it was making him grow as a person in a way that hot fourway sex with his lover and their doubles-turned-female could totally never achieve. And he was going to do this happily goddammit, because then he could feel good about himself and his unselfishness for months thereafter.
"You be good," he said to Leonard, with an amazingly steady smirk. "They'll both be counting on it."
And with a smile that encompassed them all, he slipped out of the suite and left them to it.
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Spock did seem rather insistent, after all. He took a deep, steadying breath in, and turned towards her with a smile. "You were saying?"
And then, because Jim seemed rather far away, he added sensibly: "Jim, why are you still over there?"
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But he slid over willingly, more than willingly, and insinuated himself on Len's lap. He liked laps. He liked them anyway, but usually he was as big or bigger than those on whom he could reasonably sit.
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It was quite logical.
She returned to her examination of the human curve of Len's ear.
"I was saying that I wished to touch your ears. You may also touch mine."
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He brushed her hair back with one hand, returning the gesture, his other arm drawing Jim closer so he could kiss her - best to just stick with one pronoun, he decided, or he'd end up terribly confused - licking her lips apart with some urgency.
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Instead he shivered at the firm pressure to his shoulder, sank away underneath it, one hand sliding underneath Jim's shirt and up her back, the other instinctively reaching for Spock's hand, nails running lightly over the sensitive skin of her palm.
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"You have paid attention, Len."
An intriguing thought - how well would he simply know a Vulcan body based on his history?
You should remove those trousers, t'hy'la.
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He might have pointed out that their position probably wasn't the best in the long run, but Spock seemed keen to direct, and Leonard found himself only to keen to let her.
"I try," he responded thickly, turning towards her hand, eyes falling closed again as he drew two of Spock's fingers into his mouth, tongue playing against them, cheeks hollowing out with suction.
Jim might have recognized the look of surrender, if she paid close enough attention.
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With a smirk, he slid his fingers down to the waistband of Len's trousers, teasing the skin just beneath it and drawing them together to meet at the button. Which he undid, deftly, sliding the zipper down and then drawing the pants off as he himself scooted back off Len's lap. Len lifted his hips helpfully. Jim settled between Len's bare legs, shaking out his hair so it spread over them as Jim licked and nibbled a path up one.
He likes this. You telling him what to do.Had they been alone, Jim would have tried to find that reaction himself, would have wanted Len to bend him over and fuck him any way he saw fit until he couldn't stand. But Len was so clearly not in that position right now, his whole body melting between them, that that other man might not even ( ... )
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Her mental voice was amused. Spock did not think Jim would find any objection either.
Her mental voice was amused... and breathless. She allowed a moan as Len increased the suction on her fingers, his tongue a wet pleasure that shivered through her.
Tease him.
Spock moved so her mouth was by Len's ear, breath hotter by far than a human's would be as she whispered into the shell of it.
"Has your distress continued or shall we advance?"
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He wasn't confident he could express that coherently enough, right now, so he released Spock's fingers with one last suck, lips moving against their tips as he answered.
"Whatever you want, Spock."
Whatever Jim wanted, too. Her hair was teasingly soft against his thighs in sharp counterpoint to the edge of her teeth, and he couldn't resist reaching out to draw his fingers through it, something almost reverent about the gesture.
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No. I don't object at all.
His hand slid up Len's legs, combing through wiry hair as his mouth continued upwards, to the telltale mound still covered by a thin layer of cloth. His tongue licked for a moment between cloth and thigh, and then Jim was mouthing Len teasingly over his underwear, inhaling the scent of him.
"She's lovely, isn't she?" Jim murmured throatily. It didn't require a response.
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"What I want... I believe what I want at the moment is to see how you respond to Jim's stimulus."
I wish to see him fuck you. Is this acceptable?
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