Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters/Pairing: Spock/McCoy/Kirk
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Focus on the romantic relationship between Spock, McCoy, and Kirk.
A/N: Originally posted
here. 1. Leonard was not a jealous man, per se. At least, not more so than any other human male. However, the shadow of the universe that had been, in some other place and time, hung over all of them. It had made Jim desperate to prove himself unique, destroyed the budding relationship between Spock and Uhura, and jump started the tentative connection between Captain and First Officer that was growing at a rapid pace. He knew what had been said about the relationship; Jim had told him himself, and even Spock had made mention of it. They had been something epic, in this other world, James T. Kirk and Spock, the perfect pair. There was no mention of him in the equation.
As he watched the two talk, joke in that secret way that did not reveal the Vulcan’s playfulness, he wondered if their relationship was going to grow to the point where he was completely unnecessary.
2. Starfleet beds, even the Captain’s, were not made for three people. Jim, helpful as always, liked to sleep spread out. Spock was a bloody furnace, which had its pros and cons. Leonard could stand being pressed against him, as long as Jim did not decide that he wanted to be on the other side and promptly cook Leonard between the two. Leonard, however, kicked in his sleep.
Spock often left them out of sheer annoyance. Jim threatened to tie Leonard’s legs together. Leonard and Spock both threatened to make Jim sleep on the floor.
The soundest sleep any of them managed to have was the time they ended up in a tangle on the floor.
3. Captains were not supposed to fraternize with their crew, much less sleep with two of them. Everyone had gotten used to Jim being a little less formal than most of Starfleet’s captains, but that did not mean he could ever show his lovers the kind of affection that he wanted to except behind closed doors. On the bridge when they were staring at a Klingon ship trying to blow their brains out, half-dying on a biobed, shackled together on an alien planet- he could not even so much as take their hands, much less give them a kiss that would truly explain everything he wanted to tell them before he died.
4. When two of them were mad at each other, all three suffered. Jim learned quickly that when Leonard and Spock got into it, he just needed to leave and come back to pick up the pieces later when they had exhausted themselves. Leonard and Jim occasionally exchanged blows when their fights got bad, not more than one or two punches and a good amount of posturing, but it served to stress Spock considerably every time. And Spock and Jim- Leonard would never understand how two people who worked so well together could sometimes dig in their heels so deeply that the trenches could be used for the next world war.
And the times when they all went to their respective quarters were the loneliest times of all.
5. Sex was awkward enough with two; with three, it was a mess of flailing limbs and confused intentions. A highly enjoyable mess, but one that left them all bruised and often uncomfortable afterwards. There was often a scrabble between Leonard and Jim about who got to be on the very top, and sometimes Spock would get irritated enough to remove them both from the bed and deny them anything at all.
Pon Farr with three destroyed most of a room; luckily, it had been Jim’s bed that had been broken in the process, so none of the higher ups even raised an eyebrow at the requisition for a new one. It been extremely difficult to avoid questions on why both the Captain and the CMO seemed to have trouble sitting down for a good week, however.
+ 1. It had taken months to get Jim and Leonard to agree, both highly against the thought of having someone in their mind (in Jim’s case, again). Finally they relented, however, after realizing the toll it was taking on their mutual lover to keep from sharing his thoughts with them. They sat awkwardly on the bed together, Spock the only one with even a measure of outward calm. The Vulcan offered one hand to each of them, index and middle finger extended. It would be easier this way, he had told them, a lesser connection.
Their combined anxieties hit him like a punch to the gut as their fingers touched. He recovered quickly, returning their fear with affection, soothing love, all the tender emotions that he never spoke of out loud. Then they understood, and the emotions rolled like a storm between them. The way Jim liked the spark in Spock’s eyes when he was amused, the fondness Leonard had for the way Jim garbled his good nights as he fell asleep, Spock’s secret love of waking in the kind of tangle of his lovers that took all of his puzzle-solving skills to get out of.
For just a moment, nothing was hidden, and nothing needed to be, for there was nothing else they needed but each other.