"By Any Other Name"--K/S/Mc
st_tos_kink fill: Spock is getting it on with Kirk and calls out "Doctor". Kirk finds this hilarious.
K/S (with S describing S/Mc), some K/Mc, and K/S/Mc.
Kirk felt that foreplay was an art, especially when you were trying to persuade a certain Vulcan to fully enjoy himself. Not that Kirk minded--he very much enjoyed having to persuade and cajole Spock.
He could always tell when Spock decided to stop suppressing and let his hair down. It was like a switch had been flipped--one that made Spock cling a little bit tighter and growl a bit in the back of his throat.
Finger sucking was the surest, fastest way--but where was the fun in rushing? Kirk had been paying a great deal of attention to Spock's neck when Spock's hands had tightened on the back of Kirk's shirt and he'd made the low little growl that made Kirk have to kiss him on the mouth. Spock kissed back, too actively aroused to have any hesitation about it.
That sort of enthusiasm needed to be rewarded. Kirk pressed their palms together, then climbed onto Spock's lap, wrapping his legs around Spock's waist, and started to suck his fingers. Spock leaned against him, sighing into his shoulder and kissing his neck. Kirk liked feeling Spock hard underneath him and knowing he could make the Vulcan come just like this--but what he really liked was Spock's other arm around him, and Spock cuddling up close even as he moaned.
Kirk flicked the tip of his tongue over Spock's fingertip and thought about the hard cock pressed against his ass and how, maybe, once he got their clothes off, he'd get back in Spock's lap and ride him just like this. Before Spock had come over Kirk had thought he might like to top this time, but with Spock's fingers in his mouth and his legs wrapped around Spock and his ass tantalizingly close to that cock--well, there was really only one thing to do.
Spock pulled Kirk closer, probably even more aware of Kirk's decision than Kirk was, and moaned against his neck. "Doctor..."
Kirk knew he was supposed to be furious. Instead he giggled. "Does that make you Nurse Chapel?"
Spock would probably have been off the bed and making an aghast break for it if Kirk hadn't held on so tight. "Jim, I--"
"Doctor," said Kirk. "Does that mean he calls you Mr. Spock?" Kirk wondered if anyone had ever called McCoy by his actual given name in an intimate moment.
"Jim, I did not--"
"Still, I suppose as long as you don't call him a magician or a bricklayer it's all right," said Kirk.
"Jim, I would greatly appreciate it if we could forget this error and--"
"Forget it?" He wondered what Bones typically did to get Spock to moan in that half-pleading way. "I want more details." Kirk found the concept of a debauched, plaintive Vulcan most fascinating (and Bones must have been indulging him or Spock wouldn't have learned how to ask like that).
He wondered--as he pulled out his cock without really noticing he was doing it--who topped. Maybe they fought so much that they couldn't fuck. Maybe they argued and struggled so long that they always ended up just coming on each other. As he rocked back and forth, grinding his ass against Spock's hard on and leaving little smears of pre-come on his shirt, Kirk decided that he wanted them to grind against each other, arguing about who was going to fuck who, until it pushed them both over the edge.
He didn't think it always happened like that, not from the way Spock had been curling up against him when he'd made his mistake, but Kirk felt it should happen that way.
Or maybe Bones topped--not because Spock didn't want to, but because he thought McCoy was too delicate. Maybe Spock was afraid that he was so much stronger than a human that he'd be too rough. Kirk liked that theory because Spock wasn't afraid of fucking Kirk (but then everybody knew that Kirk was so much more...used than Bones)
"Jim? You are not offended?"
"I am incredibly offended," said Kirk. He liked his idea that he was the toy who could be treated roughly while Bones was respectable and had to be treated reverently (even though he already knew he was wrong about how Spock treated him). "I am so offended that the only solution is for you to fuck me while you tell me about Dr. McCoy. Is he better than me?"
"That is a very vague question," said Spock. He looked confused and a bit worried. Probably horrified that he'd gotten so hot and bothered he couldn't tell Kirk and McCoy apart (and now Kirk really wanted to know what they felt like, physically and telepathically, from Spock's point of view).
Kirk shifted, putting his knees on either side of Spock so he could tightly hug Spock while he rubbed himself against him. "I would assume," Spock continued, "that he is a better surgeon while you are the superior starship captain."
"Does he make you moan?" Kirk asked in Spock's ear.
"Yes, Jim. He does."
Spock said it so matter-of-factly that it was impossible for Kirk to resent his friends for going behind his back. And there would have been no point in getting angry or upset anyway--there'd never been any pretense of exclusivity with Bones. (They both kept falling in love and trying to make romantic relationships work and forgetting that they were so bad at it, so it was crucial that they be able to slink back to each other's beds once the latest Carol or Tonia left)
Spock would just point out that he'd never asked, and maybe he'd assumed this was just how humans did things.
"I don't mind," Kirk whispered. He couldn't say it was funny because then Spock would bristle like he always did when he thought he was being laughed at--and the fact that Kirk had to worry about offending the person who'd just called him by the wrong name was even funnier. "Will you tell me about it?"
If Bones had been in the room, Spock would've looked at him for permission. Even without Bones there, Kirk could see Spock trying to figure out if McCoy'd okay it or not.
"I do not know what you would be interested in," Spock finally said.
Kirk decided he could be trusted not to try to flee. He moved off Spock so he could start taking his clothes off. Spock let him get his shirt and undershirt off, looking at Kirk like he couldn't possibly understand him. "Tell me about Dr. McCoy," said Kirk as he wriggled out of his own clothes.
"Dr. McCoy is a male human, one hundred seventy-eight centimeters tall, I would estimate--"
"You're being very difficult, Spock." Kirk stretched out on his back and pulled Spock over him. "You are the one who brought this up." He kissed Spock and asked, "Who tops?"
"Tops?"
"Who..." Kirk was somewhat ashamed to realize he'd been sleeping with a Vulcan all this time and still didn't quite know how to translate. "Who penetrates?"
"It varies."
"Tell me." Kirk kissed his neck. "How do you decide?" Kirk expected a smart remark--one of those little digs at each other that Spock and Bones could never resist, something about how it was practically impossible to decide anything with an irrational, unpredictable human like Dr. McCoy.
"Dr. McCoy decides," Spock said as if this was obvious.
Kirk didn't know if it was or not. "Really? Why?"
"Jim..." Spock seemed to squirm in a way that didn't seem like the right way.
Kirk decided it was better to let it go...although the fact that Spock didn't want to tell him was probably much more interesting than anything Spock would say. "How do you know?"
"He tells me."
Kirk arched his back and moved Spock's hand lower. "He just says 'Spock, I want to fuck you' or 'Spock, I want you to fuck me?'"
"Yes, but I do not believe he has ever verbalized the latter." He didn't seem to be taking the hint. Kirk moved his hand again, curling his fingers around his cock. "Sometimes he will use idioms with which I am unfamiliar, although I am beginning to understand what it means to have the hell fucked out of one."
"He says things like that to you?"
"When he is in a certain mood," Spock said as if this were obvious.
"Stop just before I finish," said Kirk. Spock raised an eyebrow but kept stroking him. "Then I want the hell fucked out of me--just like Bones would do it."
"Jim--"
"Bones gets too rough with you? When he's in a certain mood?"
"No."
"What does he call you?" Kirk grinned when Spock didn't answer. "Oh, come on, Spock, I'm sure I've already heard worse. What else does he say?"
"When?"
"When he wants to fuck you."
"He will make descriptive references to anal intercourse."
"Such as?"
"Why do you both take such satisfaction in having me repeat your lewd remarks?"
"Hey, I'm asking the questions here. And because it's you." Kirk's hips rose and fell in time with Spock's hand.
"You have heard similar remarks from Dr. McCoy." It wasn't really a question.
"Yes," said Kirk. "What's he say while he's fucking you?"
"He asks if I am enjoying 'being fucked' or some variant."
"And what do you say?"
"The truth."
"Why?"
"If he suspects that I am not being candid, he will stop."
Kirk smirked at him. "And who wins that particular staring contest?"
Spock smirked back. "Vulcans do not lie. And Dr. McCoy has proven that he will cease fucking until he receives an accurate response."
Kirk half-whimpered. "Really?"
"He can be most stubborn."
He wanted to know more--did he pull out and start to leave, or would he just stay inside Spock while they glared at each other? (and which version did Kirk like better?) "Tell me."
"Once was a sufficient demonstration."
"I don't care, tell me."
That slight hesitation was back. Given that he'd seen Spock and McCoy bicker over the stupidest things--even when they weren't under some form of mind control--Kirk couldn't imagine what could be so embarrassing. "He informed me that if I was not enjoying myself, then it would be illogical to continue," said Spock. "He also said that he was capable of 'finishing himself off' if I did not wish to cooperate."
"But what did he say before that?"
"He..." Spock briefly looked away and seemed to be steeling himself to add, "He said that he wished for me to enjoy myself."
"He made you beg."
"No."
Kirk closed his eyes. He was close--it was just a matter of deciding what dirty little anecdote was going to overwhelm him. "Does he ever make you beg?"
"He asks questions, and I respond."
"Why?" He opened on eye and saw Spock giving him a quizzical look. "It's considered fun. When you're fucking the hell out of somebody. Or...or getting fucked." Spock looked at him for a moment, then pulled his hand away. "No, I'm so...please, Spock--"
"This is what you asked me to do."
"I know, but just a little bit more...I changed my mind. Please? I can't--"
Spock stood up and took his pants off. "Thank you for the demonstration, Jim."
It took Kirk's frustrated, lust-addled brain a moment to catch up. "Have you ever thought about begging me?" Kirk asked.
Spock's look neatly summed up the fact that Kirk was flat on his back, eagerly watching as Spock lubed the dick he wanted inside him.
"Never mind," said Kirk. "Is he always like that when he fucks you?"
"No."
Kirk held his knees up. Spock didn't take the hint. "What does he say then?"
"He will express interest in penetrative intercourse."
He finally felt Spock's hands on his ass and then just the tip of Spock's dick. "And how does he express interest?"
"Jim..."
"Spock, I want an example."
"It is enough that he does."
"Spo-ock..."
"He will express a desire to provide gratification."
It took Kirk a few moments to translate that with a thick Vulcan cock starting to fill him up. He could probably guess the tone--Bones had to be in just the right mood to say something like that to him, and he had to respond in just the right way. Kirk had teased him the first time Bones had said something like that--it might have been "Can I make you feel good, Jim boy?"--and Bones hadn't tried to be tender with him for a few months (and Kirk had kicked himself for deciding to say something smart instead of reciprocating like an adult).
"He's like that with you often?"
"Jim?"
"He never...he has to be feeling especially fond of me to say anything like that."
Spock tilted his head slightly. Kirk was very familiar with the expression, but he didn't think he'd ever seen it while Spock was inside him. "Dr. McCoy is very fond of you, Jim."
"I know. If it ever comes up, feel free to tell him I'm very fond of him too." Spock made the face Kirk thought of as the Vulcan eye roll--probably wanting to ask why the emotional humans wouldn't just say it to each other, but afraid they'd start saying emotional human things to him. "It's just..."
Kirk didn't think he'd be able to explain even under different, less wonderfully distracting circumstances. He liked that Bones could announce that his cock wasn't going to suck itself and Kirk could tell him to try waiting another five minutes, but that Bones would stroke his hair while Kirk very happily sucked him off. Bones always seemed to be able to tell when Kirk wanted to joke and act completely obnoxious to each other and when Kirk needed proof that somebody cared about him (and guiltily he realized he'd started choosing Spock for the latter).
Spock's fingertips brushed against and paused on Kirk's temple. "Yes," he murmured. He was thrusting a little bit faster now, and his fingers stroked Kirk's cheek. "You should not need so much reassurance, Jim."
"Does he tease you?" Kirk asked, thinking grateful thoughts for Spock to pick up with his fingertips.
"I believe the style of conversation between myself and Dr. McCoy is well known."
"How does he ask you to fuck him?" Kirk asked.
"He has yet to verbalize such a request," said Spock. He moved Kirk by the hips; Kirk moaned.
"How do you know?"
"He allows me to determine the pattern of foreplay, although he will give verbal encouragement for certain activities."
"What's he say?"
Spock hesitated again. Kirk was starting to wonder about that--it didn't seem to have anything to do with who was on top.
"Never mind. Just make me come, Spock." Kirk moaned softly as they shifted, and Spock wrapped a hand around him. "He never does that? When he's on top."
"Occasionally."
"Do you ask?"
"Only when I am certain."
"But--"
"I have determined there are certain responses Dr. McCoy makes after being touched on the inner thigh or ass when he wishes to be penetrated."
"He's really done a number on your vocabulary."
"I have been told not to use scientific terminology."
"I've been told" Kirk thought. "Show me."
Spock lightly caressed Kirk's inner thigh with his free hand. "I am not sure how to describe it. He will move in a way to become more accessible. And the vocalizations are different."
"How?"
"An unvoiced open-mid back unrounded vowel for a longer duration than the usual--"
"I don't know what that means."
"Then they simply are, Jim."
"And then you ask?"
"Yes. I say that I would like to penetrate him."
"You tell him?"
Spock shook his head. "I say that I would like to or that I wish to, not that I will."
"What's he say?"
"He says that it is something he would also like or replies in the affirmative."
"You never ask. Unless you know?"
"Jim." Spock continued thrusting and stroking, but he glanced away briefly. "We are not of one mind, but I cannot help but be aware that McCoy...actively desires my satisfaction." He met Kirk's eyes again. "Given that I am a touch-telepath, and he is not, I do not think it would be appropriate to take advantage of that."
Kirk thought he heard just the slightest edge of protectiveness. He wondered what Spock was aware of when he touched him--if "actively desires my satisfaction" was code for something else. It probably was and wasn't.
"You know," said Kirk, once he was very happily staring up at the ceiling, "it's perfectly all right to be a little selfish."
"I am quite selfish," said Spock. "As a touch telepath, it is far more beneficial to me to indulge Dr. McCoy's whims."
Kirk believed him, but he didn't think that was the real reason. "I want to watch," he said.
***
"So you forgot how to tell us apart," said Bones. "Guess we all look alike to you, huh?"
Spock was holding his hands behind his back and trying very hard to look bored. Kirk felt sorry for him (which was also ridiculous). "Bones--"
"Shit, Spock, I can't be mad at you for wishful thinking."
"Now, wait a minute--"
Bones managed to get both of Spock's hands and gave him a kiss on the mouth. "You want me to be mad at you? Since Jim's making us put on a show?"
"I thought we were to behave normally," said Spock.
"With Jim staring at us?" Bones kissed Spock again, still holding his hands. "You know he's going to be jerking off."
"I assumed as much."
"You like that? That's he's going to be watching like that?"
"It is intriguing."
Kirk watched as Spock and Bones kissed. Bones dropped one of Spock's hands to put an arm around Spock's waist, pulling the Vulcan closer to him as he stroked the fingers of his other hand. "You know I don't like wasting my time," Bones said. "It happens. So get back on the horse..."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "And you would be the horse in this analogy?"
"Only if you're going to actually enjoy it." Bones nibbled on Spock's earlobe. Spock put his hand over Bones' and made the little noise. "You like that, Spock?"
"Yes, Doctor."
Kirk watched Bones explore Spock's ear with his tongue and his teeth while Spock squeezed one hand and seemed to be caressing the other.
"What're we gonna do, darlin?"
Kirk tried very hard not to audibly react to that. He wanted to laugh--and then he thought about all the times he'd had "Love your ass, darlin" purred in his ear and how his cock twitched and he'd assumed that nobody else ever heard that. But then he thought about the fact that until this moment he'd just known that Bones would call Spock a pointy eared hobgoblin in bed, and that made it funny again (Later he might have to ask if Bones was having trouble telling his partners apart).
Spock sighed as Bones kissed his neck. "What would you recommend, Doctor?"
"Mmm...can I make you come, Spock?"
"I had assumed you intended to."
"Don't act up for company, Spock." Bones finished one green love bite and started the next. "I want you to sit back and have your fingers sucked. How's that sound?"
"I suspect you are also 'acting up for company.'"
"Then tell me what you want." He added in a voice that Kirk could just barely hear, "Darlin, I've been thinking about this all day."
Spock's sigh sounded much more frustrated this time. "You have not."
Bones kissed Spock's neck and said something Kirk couldn't hear.
Spock almost smiled. "Perhaps I shall return the favor."
"Oh, anything but that."
Kirk followed them, dragging his chair along. Spock and Bones sprawled across his bed, kissing and lightly groping each other as their clothes came off. Kirk was surprised at how casual they seemed--maybe he should've waited and watched after one of their infamous arguments.
Bones put an arm around Spock and sucked his fingers. They watched each other with a typical Spock and Bones stare, and it would probably have been considered incredibly lewd on Vulcan. Kirk watched the shift of Spock's hips and the way the fingers of his other hand curled in Bones' chest hair. He enjoyed watching, but he felt very aware that he'd invited himself--especially when Spock made a soft, desperate moan, and Bones touched his cheek and kept sucking his fingers.
Kirk went over to the edge of the bed. He'd been planning to try to graciously exit, but they both looked up at him, then carefully moved over to make room for him.
He curled up behind Bones and started to reach for his cock. Bones nudged him away with his leg. "Dammit, Jim, this is a very delicate procedure," he said--or at least Kirk assumed that was what he said--around Spock's index finger. Kirk settled for putting his arms around him.
He watched Spock over Bones' shoulder. Spock glanced at him every so often, but mostly he held Bones' gaze--until something made him gasp Bones' name (sort of) and press his face against McCoy's chest. His hips trembled two or three times, and he said something in Vulcan as he came.
Spock stayed where he was even as his breathing slowed. Bones rubbed the tip of Spock's ear. "What is it?"
"I can hear your heart," said Spock.
"That is where I keep it."
"It is most lethargic."
"I want a second opinion."
"It is illogically placed."
McCoy sighed. "James."
"Yes, Leonard?" Kirk asked.
"Thought you were going to watch."
Kirk wriggled closer. "I was cold." He reached for Bones' cock again. Bones moved in what Spock would probably consider an accessible way--which had the additional benefit of grinding his ass against Kirk's hard on.
"Poor Jim."
"I know."
"Spock--" Bones' next sentence and his contented sigh were both cut off by Spock sitting up and kissing him.
"I have had my fingers sucked, Doctor."
"I know, sweetheart, but now Jim's cold. And I'd guess lonesome."
Spock gave Kirk that almost-warning look from before. Kirk didn't know if he should be offended by the implications--especially since he was the one stroking Bones--or tickled by Spock's sudden possessive streak. If it was sudden--as soon as he noticed his friends were insulting each others' species and intelligence, Kirk had also noticed that whenever Bones was injured on an away mission, Spock would always get there first, crouch over him, hold his hands, and look as if he was trying to will him to be all right.
"You wished to penetrate me, Doctor?"
"I did." Kirk could hear his smile as Bones reached out to finger-comb Spock's hair. "That what you want?"
"I would be most appreciative."
Kirk was very interested by how softly Bones kissed Spock. "Jim?"
"Yeah, Bones?"
"I'll take Spock, you'll get me?" Kirk let go of his dick and stroked his thigh. "Mmm..."
Kirk didn't think that counted as any sort of vowel (not that he had any idea what he was supposed to be listening for), but Bones pushed back against him. "So I've got to do all the work?"
"Get your clothes off, Jim." He rubbed the tip of Spock's ear again and asked, "You want me to do it or do you want to?"
"Please, Doctor."
Bones leaned across him. "You want me to take my time? Don't look at Jim--how would he know?"
"I would prefer a leisurely pace."
Kirk mostly watched Spock and the look Bones would get right before he leaned in to kiss him (he also wondered if the ear thing was actually a thing or just Bones).
"You need some help, Jim?"
"I think I'm doing quite well, Bones. Was that a hint?"
"It was."
Kirk fondled his ass and stroked his thighs and tried to see if he could tell the difference between the Bones who'd hold him down and the Bones who wanted to be fucked.
"Doctor," Spock said in that not-quite-plaintive tone.
Bones moved. "How's that, darlin?"
"Most satisfactory. Thank you, Doctor."
"What'd I tell you about thanking me?" Bones asked, but he was grinning.
Kirk watched Bones' first slow, careful thrusts. After awhile Bones stopped, fully inside Spock. As he entered Bones, it occurred to Kirk that this might be more trouble than it was worth.
There was trying to keep from squishing someone and trying to figure out what to do with everyone's legs and who should move when. They managed to solve the problem of crushing Spock (who claimed he was in no danger from two thrusting humans).
"Hang on," said Kirk.
"Should we count?" asked Bones.
"No, we'd have to figure that out," said Kirk. He held onto Bones' hips and tentatively moved almost completely out and back in again. "And I might start laughing."
"So?"
"You are amused, Doctor?" Spock asked.
"James T. Kirk, Starfleet legend, and the brilliant Mr. Spock can't figure this out?"
"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Kirk asked.
"I'm just an old country doctor, Jim."
"You are the resident anatomical expert," said Kirk.
"Think you're doing fine...just like that, Jim."
Kirk pressed his lips to the nape of Bones' neck and used the hand on his hip to pull himself all the way in. "You're amazing, Bones," he murmured--because he meant it, and because he knew that "aw shucks" bullshit was shockingly sincere.
The whole operation might have been easier if Spock hadn't been facing them, but then Kirk wouldn't have been able to see the impatient look he gave Bones.
"I'm not the one driving," said Bones. He hauled Spock closer to him in a move that looked half-grope, half-thrust. Kirk's hips bucked with envy. "Jim."
"No, that's Spock."
"Yeah, but I'm talking to you." Bones started thrusting into Spock again. Kirk decided to see if he could just sit back and let Bones ride him. "I think I've made a mistake, Jim. I don't think man was meant to deal with horny Vulcans."
They'd probably have to try something a bit more acrobatic if Kirk wanted to stay lazy. He started to follow Bones, figuring out when to fill him and when to draw back a little. Bones sighed and arched his back slightly as soon as Kirk started moving again.
"I didn't think you liked this," said Kirk.
"That why we never had a threesome before?"
Kirk wanted to say something snide, possibly something about being the only one who hadn't known that a threesome was much more inevitable than he'd ever dared hope. But what was the point in being snide with Bones hot and tight around him, and Spock looking hungrily up at both of them? Especially when it was Bones moving with him and Spock putting a grasping, eager hand on top of Kirk's hand--which was already leaving bruises on Bones' lean hip.
"Ohhh, Commander," he moaned theatrically in Bones' ear.
"Too little, too late, Jim. Spock already promoted me to captain."
Aside from trying to work his fingers between Kirk's, Spock didn't comment. Since he was now picking up the thoughts of two horny humans--while getting fucked by one of them--Spock probably wasn't interested in coming up with a smart answer.
Spock's next moan wasn't entirely human, but then again neither was Spock, and some primal part of Kirk recognized it as a very good sign.
Before Kirk could ask if he needed to try to hold back for a little longer, Spock scratched his hand and Bones shivered, and Kirk just happily accepted that he wasn't going to be able to stop--or do anything other than moan against Bones' shoulder as he thought about Spock writhing somewhere underneath him.
He knew he should probably get up and make some effort to at least get the condom in the trash, but Kirk didn't trust his legs. And what was the point in having your own floor if you couldn't be a slob once in awhile?
"Hey, Jim." Bones grinned at him. "How long you think Spock'd last in the middle?"
Kirk grinned back--and grinned even wider when he saw Spock's "illogical humans" face. "That's a very good question, Bones."
"Especially if we're all keyed up."
"Keyed...up?" Spock asked.
"Extra horny," said Kirk.
"While I will concede to multiple stages of arousal, I do not see how it is possible to--"
"Shut up, Spock. Jim, I think we should time it," said Bones.
"Doctor," said Spock.
"What?"
"My internal chronometer is--"
"Dammit, Spock, you're not thinking about the experimental design," said Bones.
Spock looked at him with a great deal of interest. "And what is your proposal, Doctor?"
"Well, use a variety of stimulation to get me and Jim up to...plateau phase, Jim?"
"Bones, I'm completely lost," said Kirk.
"I'd say plateau phase," said Bones. "There's more potential for ending the experiment a bit early, but I don't think the initial excitement phase is going to get the sort of results we're looking for." He'd started rubbing the tip of Spock's ear again (and Kirk really needed to ask if there was something he didn't know about Vulcan erogenous zones or if Bones just really liked pointy ears). "And then we put you between us and observe the benefits to Vulcan touch-telepathy."
"I think you two have been spending far too much time together," said Kirk.
"Ideally you're not going to know your own name, let alone what time it is," said Bones.
"Maybe we should blindfold him," said Kirk.
"Good idea, Jim," said Bones. "Especially since he can't seem to tell us apart anyway."
From the way Bones looked at him and the way they were starting to move, Kirk could already tell that, unless Spock vetoed, they were going to run this experiment. "I've got a blindfold," said Kirk.
"Can't say I'm surprised." Bones ran a hand over his thigh. "Would you happen to have a stopwatch?"
"We could use the computer," said Kirk.
"No," said Spock and Bones.
"Just encode it to--"
"Dammit, Jim, we'd have to link it to a tricorder and set it up to go off when Spock does," said Bones. "Now, how in the hell--"
"It would be easier to delete any information from a tricorder's databank," said Spock.
"Jim wouldn't have a tricorder." Spock and McCoy looked at each other. "You got get a tricorder, me and Jim'll set up?"
"We seem to enjoy doing science," Kirk said once Spock had dressed and gone in search of a tricorder. "Should I be concerned that my Head of Sciences seems to be enjoying this a little too much?"
"I don't know. I'm trying to decide if there's any point in showering."
"You mean before we attempt to deliberately overstimulate Spock?" Kirk asked. "No, I don't think there is."
"Jim," Bones said very seriously, "we're not attempting."
"That's what I like about you, Bones," said Kirk. "Optimism."
Bones went back to stroking his thigh. "You're not pissed, are you, Jim-boy? I mean, you really think it's funny?"
"Bones, I think it's hysterical. Spock's never wrong." He put an arm around Bones' shoulders. "And that he's shouting out your name...sort of..."
"Jim...look, if it's a problem, I'll..."
Kirk smiled and kissed him on the nose--because he knew Bones didn't have a chance in hell of finishing that sentence (or at least not finishing it with any honesty). "Let me stop you," he said. "Because you look like you're about to say something very stupid. And I can't have you saying stupid things, Bones. You're supposed to tell me what I'm supposed to do!" He laughed softly.
"Hmm?"
"I'm thinking about something Spock said. You've really done a number on him, you know."
Bones scowled slightly--closer to "damn Vulcans" than "green blooded son of a bitch". "And what's he said now?"
"That I shouldn't need so much reassurance." Kirk looked at him. "And I don't think you should either." He waited.
"What?"
"I was hoping you'd make some smart ass remark."
Bones sighed. "You could bring me flowers once in awhile..."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it." Bones was still caressing his thigh--there was a good chance he'd forgotten he was doing it. He gave Kirk another very serious look, then suddenly hugged him.
Kirk hugged him back. Sometimes with Spock he was terrified that it was going to turn into romance, and once it was a great romance, Kirk was guaranteed to ruin it. He was never afraid of that with Bones, but he was also fairly sure you weren't supposed to say something like that. Even in his head it sounded absolutely awful.
"Everybody needs reassurance, Jim. Even Spock."
"Spock cheats."
"I assume it's your fault that I had to deal with Spock bitching at me about how we emotional humans illogically avoid expressing positive emotions?"
"Yes, I think it is."
"Then why the hell doesn't he just bitch at you?"
"Because I'd just say something like, 'Yes, humans are illogical.' While you, Bones, I assume you opened with something like, 'Now, wait a minute, Mr. Spock, are y'all actually admitting that thair ahh positive eee-mo-shuns?"
"I don't sound like that."
"But is that basically what you said?"
"Basically."
"Bones, we just have to accept that we fulfill very specific needs of Spock's that nobody else on this ship is willing to provide. Chess and arguing."
"I think he got lost."
"I'm not really complaining, Bones, but I don't think I'm extra horny."
"No."
"Bones, if you don't do something, I'm going to fall asleep right here."
Bones held him and started to stroke the nape of his neck--but he also whispered, "Jim, we're going to blindfold Spock, put him between us, and see how long it takes him to come."
"Has he ever gotten off just from you?"
"You mean just from me getting off?"
"Is that enough?"
"Can't tell...usually I'm doing something with his hands. Or he is," said Bones. "Maybe we should just stick him between us and think dirty thoughts."
"What kind of thoughts, Bones?"
"Does it matter? He's only going to pick up what we're feeling, not what it's about." Bones added low in his ear, "So if I start thinking about tying you to the bed and just licking you until you're ready to scream..."
"You can't just stop there. What if I want to think about it too?"
"You rather do that instead?" One of Bones' hands drifted down to his waist. "I guess depending on how we tie you, we could do both." The hand on his waist skimmed over his stomach--"The view won't be as interesting if we tie you face down"--and wrapped around his cock. "But it does make it a whole lot easier to use you."
"Bones," Kirk pleaded in a whisper.
"Jim boy, you know I'm always going to be around to tie you up and fuck you stupid." Bones kissed him, and Kirk leaned into his mouth and hand. "And you, Jim..."
"I want to be tied up and fucked stupid."
"That's right, darlin," Bones said in a way that made Kirk want to be tied up now. "Spock...we might be pushing him too much. And..." At the moment, what Kirk really liked about Bones was that he didn't stop stroking him while they had this conversation. "Shit, Jim, if it's too much, how're we..."
"One of us'll know," said Kirk. "Assuming we ever see him again."
"Think we should give him a spanking?"
"Bones, I...I think you might want to..."
Bones moved his hand back to Kirk's waist. "I'll make it up to you if we don't see him again. Or I'll tan his hide."
They kissed, Kirk rolling onto his back and Bones climbing on top of him in one practiced motion. Bones' mouth and tongue were almost enough to make Kirk forget about Bones on top of him or Bones' cock pressing against him as they kissed.
"That son of a bitch," Bones muttered.
"Uh?"
"Spock."
"Yes, Bones, I got that."
"He's doing this on purpose." In contrast, Kirk doubted that Bones was really aware that he'd moved slightly lower so he could rub his cock against Kirk's. "He's probably calculated exactly how much time it'd take for us to get going and get almost frustrated."
"I don't know how I feel about that, Bones."
"I do."
"Yes, but nobody's ever done math for me before..."
"Think about how we're going to do this," Bones breathed in his ear and kissed his neck.
"I want to be fucked," said Kirk.
"Oh, god..."
Bones sucked on his neck. It reminded Kirk of something (other than how much he enjoyed it). "Spock."
"Yes, Captain?"
"Did we remember to keep all those green hickeys below the collar, Bones?"
Bones laughed softly against Kirk's neck. "No, we did not."
"And we just sent him into the halls. From my quarters. In his wrinkled uniform. Covered in green hickeys."
They both started laughing.
"I assume you don't have any spare science uniforms lying around?" Bones asked.
"You think we should just tear his clothes off."
"Nah, I think we should just come on him. And in him. Maybe add a few more green hickeys, and send him home like that."
Their eyes met. Kirk licked his lips. "Yes," he said. "I think that's exactly what we should do."
He was so tangled up in Bones' arms and legs and lips that he didn't even notice when Spock came in. Kirk just happened to open his eyes once Bones had gone back to his neck. "Jesus, Spock, you scared the hell out of me."
"You did not answer the door," said Spock.
"Hey, Spock," said Bones. "Jim wants you to hold him open and fuck that tight ass of his."
"Bones--"
"I think he wants you to be real rough with him."
"Bones--"
Bones started to slowly squeeze his balls. "Me, I can't decide if I want to come in you or on your back. And then make Jim lick it off."
"Bones, please..."
"Jim boy, you know you're going to get fucked." Bones lightly ran his fingertips up Kirk's aching shaft. "And, even if you come right now, somebody's still going to fuck you. Even if you'd rather just wash up and go to bed." He kept lightly playing with Kirk's dick, just barely letting his fingers graze the tip. "Go ahead and set up, Spock."
"I have," said Spock. "Do you still intend--"
"Jim, go get the blindfold," said Bones. "And something to remind Spock not to be so damn slow." He added in a soft voice that Spock may have been able to hear, "I'd get you ready for Spock's dick, but I'm afraid you'd jizz all over yourself as soon as I got the first finger in."
Kirk very reluctantly got up. At least it was a short trip.
He was trying to decide what, if anything, would be a good reminder for Spock when Bones squeezed his ass.
"Safe word?" Kirk asked.
Bones rubbed him with two cold, slick fingers. "Told him we're doing green, yellow, red."
Kirk gasped as Bones slid his fingers in and started to roughly--but not too roughly--move them in and out, just at his entrance. "Okay."
"And told him green and red mean the opposite of what he thinks they do." Bones pulled his fingers away, added more lube, and brought them back. "I don't really want to hit him."
"I don't either."
"Course we don't have to tell him that." Kirk felt Bones' cheek on his shoulder. "Jim, you have no idea how much it's taking to keep from just bending you over and fucking you right here."
"So why don't you?"
"Because Spock'll give me shit about my impulsive human urges." Bones took his fingers out again. "You should probably blindfold him."
They went back to Spock. "I've got Jim wound up pretty good," Bones said as Kirk put the blindfold on.
"I suspected as much," said Spock.
They each held one of Spock's wrists. "You sorry for taking so long?" Bones asked.
"Given the condition you both appear to be in, no, I am not," said Spock.
"Think we're going to have to use the paddle," said Bones.
"Yes, I don't see any other option," said Kirk.
Still holding onto Spock's wrists, they pressed themselves against his back. Spock gasped and shivered slightly.
"Bones, I thought I made myself perfectly clear earlier," said Kirk. "And yet, nobody seems to be fucking me."
Bones pressed a finger into him. "How's that?"
"That's not enough," said Kirk. Spock was making that noise Kirk couldn't quite describe. "You know what I want."
"Seems to have slipped my mind. Maybe you ought to remind me."
"I want cock, Bones. I don't really care if it's yours or his."
"Is one going to be enough for you, Jim?"
"I am no more likely to climax from this than you are," said Spock. His breathing was ragged and Kirk could feel him trying to bend his hand to touch the one holding his wrist.
"That may not be as unlikely as you think, Spock," said Kirk. He looked at Bones.
"Maybe flat on your back, one of us fucking you, the other one sitting on your face," said Bones. "Having you on your knees and filling up both ends just seems so...predictable."
Kirk moaned and leaned into Spock as Bones added another finger. "Bones, I'm..."
"At least you won't be distracted. Don't you want to give us all your attention, Jim?"
"Bones." He could feel Spock trembling slightly and rolling his hips, thrusting against nothing. Bones' hands were on his shoulders, moving them both away from Spock.
"What do you need?"
Kirk stared. He couldn't even comprehend such a stupid question. He felt there was a very good chance that, if he didn't get off in the next two minutes, he would actually start crying.
Bones kissed him, which was nice, but also insult to injury. "You changed your mind?"
"Yes, but, Bones, I don't think I can last long enough to--"
"Don't worry about it, Jim. He'll manage. I'm sure as long as you come in his ass, he won't really care how quick you do it." Bones whispered in his ear, "Get however you want. I'll make sure he finds you."
Kirk lay on his side. He could feel Spock tentatively touching him, trying to figure out where he was, and every so often one of Bones' hands as he guided Spock. He looked up at Bones as he moved Kirk's leg and lined up the Vulcan's cock. Bones squeezed his arm and looked like he really wanted to say something as Spock slowly nudged himself into Kirk.
Spock's hand found his dick, and Spock's lips found his neck. Kirk knew he was going come embarrassingly soon and couldn't seem to care. He was incredibly surprised that he was still so close, pleading in soft, sad little moans and thrusting into Spock's curled fingers, when he felt Spock come in his ass.
Spock's hand tightened around his dick, and he could feel the Vulcan, moving only because Bones was fucking him. Kirk felt a hand stretch out and nudge his arm--Bones silently asking if they'd really managed to get Spock off so quickly.
"Yes," said Kirk, both to Bones and to Spock, who'd started stroking again. "Spock, you're--"
"I am relying on willpower, Jim," said Spock. "It is...somewhat difficult with the telepathic impressions I am receiving from you both, but I will be able to continue."
"We can move around," said Kirk, who was really too close to be able to stop and restart while maintaining his dignity.
But of course Spock knew that. "Jim," he said, "If I ask, will you climax for me?"
Kirk took a deep, shuddering breath and came before he could answer.
"You still here, Bones?" he asked.
"Yeah, Jim. You want me to clean you up?"
Kirk settled back against Spock. "I don't want to move. And I want you to come over here."
"I don't want to move either."
"Sometimes I think it was a mistake to serve on a ship full of humans," Spock said as he got up.
Kirk moved into the center. "Yes, but we need you, Spock," he said.
"Obviously."
"Smug son of a bitch," Bones muttered.
"You were incorrect, Doctor," said Spock. "I was still aware of my own name."
"Don't worry, Bones," said Kirk. "We'll do better next time."
"Your subterfuge was not particularly effective," said Spock.
Bones folded his arms and leaned on Kirk's chest. "We feel that different?"
"I assume you are asking for a telepathic analysis, rather than a description of the many obvious physical variances between you."
"Let's stick to telepathic differences," said Kirk.
"I do not know if it is possible to explain any sense to those who do not possess it," said Spock.
"They don't have metaphors where you come from?" Bones asked. "Besides, it's not like we'd know if you got it wrong."
"Will you try, Spock?" Kirk asked.
Spock tried--and when that didn't seem to be working, he touched their hands and tried to show them. Kirk could only feel that Spock was sending something back at him and that it made the hair on his arms stand on end. He squeezed Spock's hand and watched as Bones did the same. Bones had a quiet smile that made Kirk wonder if he might be able to pick up something Kirk couldn't--he decided not to ask. It was better to lie between his friends and hold Spock's hand than to know if Bones could read some telepathic message Kirk couldn't or who was better at sucking Spock's fingers.
K/S (with S describing S/Mc), some K/Mc, and K/S/Mc.
Kirk felt that foreplay was an art, especially when you were trying to persuade a certain Vulcan to fully enjoy himself. Not that Kirk minded--he very much enjoyed having to persuade and cajole Spock.
He could always tell when Spock decided to stop suppressing and let his hair down. It was like a switch had been flipped--one that made Spock cling a little bit tighter and growl a bit in the back of his throat.
Finger sucking was the surest, fastest way--but where was the fun in rushing? Kirk had been paying a great deal of attention to Spock's neck when Spock's hands had tightened on the back of Kirk's shirt and he'd made the low little growl that made Kirk have to kiss him on the mouth. Spock kissed back, too actively aroused to have any hesitation about it.
That sort of enthusiasm needed to be rewarded. Kirk pressed their palms together, then climbed onto Spock's lap, wrapping his legs around Spock's waist, and started to suck his fingers. Spock leaned against him, sighing into his shoulder and kissing his neck. Kirk liked feeling Spock hard underneath him and knowing he could make the Vulcan come just like this--but what he really liked was Spock's other arm around him, and Spock cuddling up close even as he moaned.
Kirk flicked the tip of his tongue over Spock's fingertip and thought about the hard cock pressed against his ass and how, maybe, once he got their clothes off, he'd get back in Spock's lap and ride him just like this. Before Spock had come over Kirk had thought he might like to top this time, but with Spock's fingers in his mouth and his legs wrapped around Spock and his ass tantalizingly close to that cock--well, there was really only one thing to do.
Spock pulled Kirk closer, probably even more aware of Kirk's decision than Kirk was, and moaned against his neck. "Doctor..."
Kirk knew he was supposed to be furious. Instead he giggled. "Does that make you Nurse Chapel?"
Spock would probably have been off the bed and making an aghast break for it if Kirk hadn't held on so tight. "Jim, I--"
"Doctor," said Kirk. "Does that mean he calls you Mr. Spock?" Kirk wondered if anyone had ever called McCoy by his actual given name in an intimate moment.
"Jim, I did not--"
"Still, I suppose as long as you don't call him a magician or a bricklayer it's all right," said Kirk.
"Jim, I would greatly appreciate it if we could forget this error and--"
"Forget it?" He wondered what Bones typically did to get Spock to moan in that half-pleading way. "I want more details." Kirk found the concept of a debauched, plaintive Vulcan most fascinating (and Bones must have been indulging him or Spock wouldn't have learned how to ask like that).
He wondered--as he pulled out his cock without really noticing he was doing it--who topped. Maybe they fought so much that they couldn't fuck. Maybe they argued and struggled so long that they always ended up just coming on each other. As he rocked back and forth, grinding his ass against Spock's hard on and leaving little smears of pre-come on his shirt, Kirk decided that he wanted them to grind against each other, arguing about who was going to fuck who, until it pushed them both over the edge.
He didn't think it always happened like that, not from the way Spock had been curling up against him when he'd made his mistake, but Kirk felt it should happen that way.
Or maybe Bones topped--not because Spock didn't want to, but because he thought McCoy was too delicate. Maybe Spock was afraid that he was so much stronger than a human that he'd be too rough. Kirk liked that theory because Spock wasn't afraid of fucking Kirk (but then everybody knew that Kirk was so much more...used than Bones)
"Jim? You are not offended?"
"I am incredibly offended," said Kirk. He liked his idea that he was the toy who could be treated roughly while Bones was respectable and had to be treated reverently (even though he already knew he was wrong about how Spock treated him). "I am so offended that the only solution is for you to fuck me while you tell me about Dr. McCoy. Is he better than me?"
"That is a very vague question," said Spock. He looked confused and a bit worried. Probably horrified that he'd gotten so hot and bothered he couldn't tell Kirk and McCoy apart (and now Kirk really wanted to know what they felt like, physically and telepathically, from Spock's point of view).
Kirk shifted, putting his knees on either side of Spock so he could tightly hug Spock while he rubbed himself against him. "I would assume," Spock continued, "that he is a better surgeon while you are the superior starship captain."
"Does he make you moan?" Kirk asked in Spock's ear.
"Yes, Jim. He does."
Spock said it so matter-of-factly that it was impossible for Kirk to resent his friends for going behind his back. And there would have been no point in getting angry or upset anyway--there'd never been any pretense of exclusivity with Bones. (They both kept falling in love and trying to make romantic relationships work and forgetting that they were so bad at it, so it was crucial that they be able to slink back to each other's beds once the latest Carol or Tonia left)
Spock would just point out that he'd never asked, and maybe he'd assumed this was just how humans did things.
"I don't mind," Kirk whispered. He couldn't say it was funny because then Spock would bristle like he always did when he thought he was being laughed at--and the fact that Kirk had to worry about offending the person who'd just called him by the wrong name was even funnier. "Will you tell me about it?"
If Bones had been in the room, Spock would've looked at him for permission. Even without Bones there, Kirk could see Spock trying to figure out if McCoy'd okay it or not.
"I do not know what you would be interested in," Spock finally said.
Kirk decided he could be trusted not to try to flee. He moved off Spock so he could start taking his clothes off. Spock let him get his shirt and undershirt off, looking at Kirk like he couldn't possibly understand him. "Tell me about Dr. McCoy," said Kirk as he wriggled out of his own clothes.
"Dr. McCoy is a male human, one hundred seventy-eight centimeters tall, I would estimate--"
"You're being very difficult, Spock." Kirk stretched out on his back and pulled Spock over him. "You are the one who brought this up." He kissed Spock and asked, "Who tops?"
"Tops?"
"Who..." Kirk was somewhat ashamed to realize he'd been sleeping with a Vulcan all this time and still didn't quite know how to translate. "Who penetrates?"
"It varies."
"Tell me." Kirk kissed his neck. "How do you decide?" Kirk expected a smart remark--one of those little digs at each other that Spock and Bones could never resist, something about how it was practically impossible to decide anything with an irrational, unpredictable human like Dr. McCoy.
"Dr. McCoy decides," Spock said as if this was obvious.
Kirk didn't know if it was or not. "Really? Why?"
"Jim..." Spock seemed to squirm in a way that didn't seem like the right way.
Kirk decided it was better to let it go...although the fact that Spock didn't want to tell him was probably much more interesting than anything Spock would say. "How do you know?"
"He tells me."
Kirk arched his back and moved Spock's hand lower. "He just says 'Spock, I want to fuck you' or 'Spock, I want you to fuck me?'"
"Yes, but I do not believe he has ever verbalized the latter." He didn't seem to be taking the hint. Kirk moved his hand again, curling his fingers around his cock. "Sometimes he will use idioms with which I am unfamiliar, although I am beginning to understand what it means to have the hell fucked out of one."
"He says things like that to you?"
"When he is in a certain mood," Spock said as if this were obvious.
"Stop just before I finish," said Kirk. Spock raised an eyebrow but kept stroking him. "Then I want the hell fucked out of me--just like Bones would do it."
"Jim--"
"Bones gets too rough with you? When he's in a certain mood?"
"No."
"What does he call you?" Kirk grinned when Spock didn't answer. "Oh, come on, Spock, I'm sure I've already heard worse. What else does he say?"
"When?"
"When he wants to fuck you."
"He will make descriptive references to anal intercourse."
"Such as?"
"Why do you both take such satisfaction in having me repeat your lewd remarks?"
"Hey, I'm asking the questions here. And because it's you." Kirk's hips rose and fell in time with Spock's hand.
"You have heard similar remarks from Dr. McCoy." It wasn't really a question.
"Yes," said Kirk. "What's he say while he's fucking you?"
"He asks if I am enjoying 'being fucked' or some variant."
"And what do you say?"
"The truth."
"Why?"
"If he suspects that I am not being candid, he will stop."
Kirk smirked at him. "And who wins that particular staring contest?"
Spock smirked back. "Vulcans do not lie. And Dr. McCoy has proven that he will cease fucking until he receives an accurate response."
Kirk half-whimpered. "Really?"
"He can be most stubborn."
He wanted to know more--did he pull out and start to leave, or would he just stay inside Spock while they glared at each other? (and which version did Kirk like better?) "Tell me."
"Once was a sufficient demonstration."
"I don't care, tell me."
That slight hesitation was back. Given that he'd seen Spock and McCoy bicker over the stupidest things--even when they weren't under some form of mind control--Kirk couldn't imagine what could be so embarrassing. "He informed me that if I was not enjoying myself, then it would be illogical to continue," said Spock. "He also said that he was capable of 'finishing himself off' if I did not wish to cooperate."
"But what did he say before that?"
"He..." Spock briefly looked away and seemed to be steeling himself to add, "He said that he wished for me to enjoy myself."
"He made you beg."
"No."
Kirk closed his eyes. He was close--it was just a matter of deciding what dirty little anecdote was going to overwhelm him. "Does he ever make you beg?"
"He asks questions, and I respond."
"Why?" He opened on eye and saw Spock giving him a quizzical look. "It's considered fun. When you're fucking the hell out of somebody. Or...or getting fucked." Spock looked at him for a moment, then pulled his hand away. "No, I'm so...please, Spock--"
"This is what you asked me to do."
"I know, but just a little bit more...I changed my mind. Please? I can't--"
Spock stood up and took his pants off. "Thank you for the demonstration, Jim."
It took Kirk's frustrated, lust-addled brain a moment to catch up. "Have you ever thought about begging me?" Kirk asked.
Spock's look neatly summed up the fact that Kirk was flat on his back, eagerly watching as Spock lubed the dick he wanted inside him.
"Never mind," said Kirk. "Is he always like that when he fucks you?"
"No."
Kirk held his knees up. Spock didn't take the hint. "What does he say then?"
"He will express interest in penetrative intercourse."
He finally felt Spock's hands on his ass and then just the tip of Spock's dick. "And how does he express interest?"
"Jim..."
"Spock, I want an example."
"It is enough that he does."
"Spo-ock..."
"He will express a desire to provide gratification."
It took Kirk a few moments to translate that with a thick Vulcan cock starting to fill him up. He could probably guess the tone--Bones had to be in just the right mood to say something like that to him, and he had to respond in just the right way. Kirk had teased him the first time Bones had said something like that--it might have been "Can I make you feel good, Jim boy?"--and Bones hadn't tried to be tender with him for a few months (and Kirk had kicked himself for deciding to say something smart instead of reciprocating like an adult).
"He's like that with you often?"
"Jim?"
"He never...he has to be feeling especially fond of me to say anything like that."
Spock tilted his head slightly. Kirk was very familiar with the expression, but he didn't think he'd ever seen it while Spock was inside him. "Dr. McCoy is very fond of you, Jim."
"I know. If it ever comes up, feel free to tell him I'm very fond of him too." Spock made the face Kirk thought of as the Vulcan eye roll--probably wanting to ask why the emotional humans wouldn't just say it to each other, but afraid they'd start saying emotional human things to him. "It's just..."
Kirk didn't think he'd be able to explain even under different, less wonderfully distracting circumstances. He liked that Bones could announce that his cock wasn't going to suck itself and Kirk could tell him to try waiting another five minutes, but that Bones would stroke his hair while Kirk very happily sucked him off. Bones always seemed to be able to tell when Kirk wanted to joke and act completely obnoxious to each other and when Kirk needed proof that somebody cared about him (and guiltily he realized he'd started choosing Spock for the latter).
Spock's fingertips brushed against and paused on Kirk's temple. "Yes," he murmured. He was thrusting a little bit faster now, and his fingers stroked Kirk's cheek. "You should not need so much reassurance, Jim."
"Does he tease you?" Kirk asked, thinking grateful thoughts for Spock to pick up with his fingertips.
"I believe the style of conversation between myself and Dr. McCoy is well known."
"How does he ask you to fuck him?" Kirk asked.
"He has yet to verbalize such a request," said Spock. He moved Kirk by the hips; Kirk moaned.
"How do you know?"
"He allows me to determine the pattern of foreplay, although he will give verbal encouragement for certain activities."
"What's he say?"
Spock hesitated again. Kirk was starting to wonder about that--it didn't seem to have anything to do with who was on top.
"Never mind. Just make me come, Spock." Kirk moaned softly as they shifted, and Spock wrapped a hand around him. "He never does that? When he's on top."
"Occasionally."
"Do you ask?"
"Only when I am certain."
"But--"
"I have determined there are certain responses Dr. McCoy makes after being touched on the inner thigh or ass when he wishes to be penetrated."
"He's really done a number on your vocabulary."
"I have been told not to use scientific terminology."
"I've been told" Kirk thought. "Show me."
Spock lightly caressed Kirk's inner thigh with his free hand. "I am not sure how to describe it. He will move in a way to become more accessible. And the vocalizations are different."
"How?"
"An unvoiced open-mid back unrounded vowel for a longer duration than the usual--"
"I don't know what that means."
"Then they simply are, Jim."
"And then you ask?"
"Yes. I say that I would like to penetrate him."
"You tell him?"
Spock shook his head. "I say that I would like to or that I wish to, not that I will."
"What's he say?"
"He says that it is something he would also like or replies in the affirmative."
"You never ask. Unless you know?"
"Jim." Spock continued thrusting and stroking, but he glanced away briefly. "We are not of one mind, but I cannot help but be aware that McCoy...actively desires my satisfaction." He met Kirk's eyes again. "Given that I am a touch-telepath, and he is not, I do not think it would be appropriate to take advantage of that."
Kirk thought he heard just the slightest edge of protectiveness. He wondered what Spock was aware of when he touched him--if "actively desires my satisfaction" was code for something else. It probably was and wasn't.
"You know," said Kirk, once he was very happily staring up at the ceiling, "it's perfectly all right to be a little selfish."
"I am quite selfish," said Spock. "As a touch telepath, it is far more beneficial to me to indulge Dr. McCoy's whims."
Kirk believed him, but he didn't think that was the real reason. "I want to watch," he said.
***
"So you forgot how to tell us apart," said Bones. "Guess we all look alike to you, huh?"
Spock was holding his hands behind his back and trying very hard to look bored. Kirk felt sorry for him (which was also ridiculous). "Bones--"
"Shit, Spock, I can't be mad at you for wishful thinking."
"Now, wait a minute--"
Bones managed to get both of Spock's hands and gave him a kiss on the mouth. "You want me to be mad at you? Since Jim's making us put on a show?"
"I thought we were to behave normally," said Spock.
"With Jim staring at us?" Bones kissed Spock again, still holding his hands. "You know he's going to be jerking off."
"I assumed as much."
"You like that? That's he's going to be watching like that?"
"It is intriguing."
Kirk watched as Spock and Bones kissed. Bones dropped one of Spock's hands to put an arm around Spock's waist, pulling the Vulcan closer to him as he stroked the fingers of his other hand. "You know I don't like wasting my time," Bones said. "It happens. So get back on the horse..."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "And you would be the horse in this analogy?"
"Only if you're going to actually enjoy it." Bones nibbled on Spock's earlobe. Spock put his hand over Bones' and made the little noise. "You like that, Spock?"
"Yes, Doctor."
Kirk watched Bones explore Spock's ear with his tongue and his teeth while Spock squeezed one hand and seemed to be caressing the other.
"What're we gonna do, darlin?"
Kirk tried very hard not to audibly react to that. He wanted to laugh--and then he thought about all the times he'd had "Love your ass, darlin" purred in his ear and how his cock twitched and he'd assumed that nobody else ever heard that. But then he thought about the fact that until this moment he'd just known that Bones would call Spock a pointy eared hobgoblin in bed, and that made it funny again (Later he might have to ask if Bones was having trouble telling his partners apart).
Spock sighed as Bones kissed his neck. "What would you recommend, Doctor?"
"Mmm...can I make you come, Spock?"
"I had assumed you intended to."
"Don't act up for company, Spock." Bones finished one green love bite and started the next. "I want you to sit back and have your fingers sucked. How's that sound?"
"I suspect you are also 'acting up for company.'"
"Then tell me what you want." He added in a voice that Kirk could just barely hear, "Darlin, I've been thinking about this all day."
Spock's sigh sounded much more frustrated this time. "You have not."
Bones kissed Spock's neck and said something Kirk couldn't hear.
Spock almost smiled. "Perhaps I shall return the favor."
"Oh, anything but that."
Kirk followed them, dragging his chair along. Spock and Bones sprawled across his bed, kissing and lightly groping each other as their clothes came off. Kirk was surprised at how casual they seemed--maybe he should've waited and watched after one of their infamous arguments.
Bones put an arm around Spock and sucked his fingers. They watched each other with a typical Spock and Bones stare, and it would probably have been considered incredibly lewd on Vulcan. Kirk watched the shift of Spock's hips and the way the fingers of his other hand curled in Bones' chest hair. He enjoyed watching, but he felt very aware that he'd invited himself--especially when Spock made a soft, desperate moan, and Bones touched his cheek and kept sucking his fingers.
Kirk went over to the edge of the bed. He'd been planning to try to graciously exit, but they both looked up at him, then carefully moved over to make room for him.
He curled up behind Bones and started to reach for his cock. Bones nudged him away with his leg. "Dammit, Jim, this is a very delicate procedure," he said--or at least Kirk assumed that was what he said--around Spock's index finger. Kirk settled for putting his arms around him.
He watched Spock over Bones' shoulder. Spock glanced at him every so often, but mostly he held Bones' gaze--until something made him gasp Bones' name (sort of) and press his face against McCoy's chest. His hips trembled two or three times, and he said something in Vulcan as he came.
Spock stayed where he was even as his breathing slowed. Bones rubbed the tip of Spock's ear. "What is it?"
"I can hear your heart," said Spock.
"That is where I keep it."
"It is most lethargic."
"I want a second opinion."
"It is illogically placed."
McCoy sighed. "James."
"Yes, Leonard?" Kirk asked.
"Thought you were going to watch."
Kirk wriggled closer. "I was cold." He reached for Bones' cock again. Bones moved in what Spock would probably consider an accessible way--which had the additional benefit of grinding his ass against Kirk's hard on.
"Poor Jim."
"I know."
"Spock--" Bones' next sentence and his contented sigh were both cut off by Spock sitting up and kissing him.
"I have had my fingers sucked, Doctor."
"I know, sweetheart, but now Jim's cold. And I'd guess lonesome."
Spock gave Kirk that almost-warning look from before. Kirk didn't know if he should be offended by the implications--especially since he was the one stroking Bones--or tickled by Spock's sudden possessive streak. If it was sudden--as soon as he noticed his friends were insulting each others' species and intelligence, Kirk had also noticed that whenever Bones was injured on an away mission, Spock would always get there first, crouch over him, hold his hands, and look as if he was trying to will him to be all right.
"You wished to penetrate me, Doctor?"
"I did." Kirk could hear his smile as Bones reached out to finger-comb Spock's hair. "That what you want?"
"I would be most appreciative."
Kirk was very interested by how softly Bones kissed Spock. "Jim?"
"Yeah, Bones?"
"I'll take Spock, you'll get me?" Kirk let go of his dick and stroked his thigh. "Mmm..."
Kirk didn't think that counted as any sort of vowel (not that he had any idea what he was supposed to be listening for), but Bones pushed back against him. "So I've got to do all the work?"
"Get your clothes off, Jim." He rubbed the tip of Spock's ear again and asked, "You want me to do it or do you want to?"
"Please, Doctor."
Bones leaned across him. "You want me to take my time? Don't look at Jim--how would he know?"
"I would prefer a leisurely pace."
Kirk mostly watched Spock and the look Bones would get right before he leaned in to kiss him (he also wondered if the ear thing was actually a thing or just Bones).
"You need some help, Jim?"
"I think I'm doing quite well, Bones. Was that a hint?"
"It was."
Kirk fondled his ass and stroked his thighs and tried to see if he could tell the difference between the Bones who'd hold him down and the Bones who wanted to be fucked.
"Doctor," Spock said in that not-quite-plaintive tone.
Bones moved. "How's that, darlin?"
"Most satisfactory. Thank you, Doctor."
"What'd I tell you about thanking me?" Bones asked, but he was grinning.
Kirk watched Bones' first slow, careful thrusts. After awhile Bones stopped, fully inside Spock. As he entered Bones, it occurred to Kirk that this might be more trouble than it was worth.
There was trying to keep from squishing someone and trying to figure out what to do with everyone's legs and who should move when. They managed to solve the problem of crushing Spock (who claimed he was in no danger from two thrusting humans).
"Hang on," said Kirk.
"Should we count?" asked Bones.
"No, we'd have to figure that out," said Kirk. He held onto Bones' hips and tentatively moved almost completely out and back in again. "And I might start laughing."
"So?"
"You are amused, Doctor?" Spock asked.
"James T. Kirk, Starfleet legend, and the brilliant Mr. Spock can't figure this out?"
"Aren't you forgetting someone?" Kirk asked.
"I'm just an old country doctor, Jim."
"You are the resident anatomical expert," said Kirk.
"Think you're doing fine...just like that, Jim."
Kirk pressed his lips to the nape of Bones' neck and used the hand on his hip to pull himself all the way in. "You're amazing, Bones," he murmured--because he meant it, and because he knew that "aw shucks" bullshit was shockingly sincere.
The whole operation might have been easier if Spock hadn't been facing them, but then Kirk wouldn't have been able to see the impatient look he gave Bones.
"I'm not the one driving," said Bones. He hauled Spock closer to him in a move that looked half-grope, half-thrust. Kirk's hips bucked with envy. "Jim."
"No, that's Spock."
"Yeah, but I'm talking to you." Bones started thrusting into Spock again. Kirk decided to see if he could just sit back and let Bones ride him. "I think I've made a mistake, Jim. I don't think man was meant to deal with horny Vulcans."
They'd probably have to try something a bit more acrobatic if Kirk wanted to stay lazy. He started to follow Bones, figuring out when to fill him and when to draw back a little. Bones sighed and arched his back slightly as soon as Kirk started moving again.
"I didn't think you liked this," said Kirk.
"That why we never had a threesome before?"
Kirk wanted to say something snide, possibly something about being the only one who hadn't known that a threesome was much more inevitable than he'd ever dared hope. But what was the point in being snide with Bones hot and tight around him, and Spock looking hungrily up at both of them? Especially when it was Bones moving with him and Spock putting a grasping, eager hand on top of Kirk's hand--which was already leaving bruises on Bones' lean hip.
"Ohhh, Commander," he moaned theatrically in Bones' ear.
"Too little, too late, Jim. Spock already promoted me to captain."
Aside from trying to work his fingers between Kirk's, Spock didn't comment. Since he was now picking up the thoughts of two horny humans--while getting fucked by one of them--Spock probably wasn't interested in coming up with a smart answer.
Spock's next moan wasn't entirely human, but then again neither was Spock, and some primal part of Kirk recognized it as a very good sign.
Before Kirk could ask if he needed to try to hold back for a little longer, Spock scratched his hand and Bones shivered, and Kirk just happily accepted that he wasn't going to be able to stop--or do anything other than moan against Bones' shoulder as he thought about Spock writhing somewhere underneath him.
He knew he should probably get up and make some effort to at least get the condom in the trash, but Kirk didn't trust his legs. And what was the point in having your own floor if you couldn't be a slob once in awhile?
"Hey, Jim." Bones grinned at him. "How long you think Spock'd last in the middle?"
Kirk grinned back--and grinned even wider when he saw Spock's "illogical humans" face. "That's a very good question, Bones."
"Especially if we're all keyed up."
"Keyed...up?" Spock asked.
"Extra horny," said Kirk.
"While I will concede to multiple stages of arousal, I do not see how it is possible to--"
"Shut up, Spock. Jim, I think we should time it," said Bones.
"Doctor," said Spock.
"What?"
"My internal chronometer is--"
"Dammit, Spock, you're not thinking about the experimental design," said Bones.
Spock looked at him with a great deal of interest. "And what is your proposal, Doctor?"
"Well, use a variety of stimulation to get me and Jim up to...plateau phase, Jim?"
"Bones, I'm completely lost," said Kirk.
"I'd say plateau phase," said Bones. "There's more potential for ending the experiment a bit early, but I don't think the initial excitement phase is going to get the sort of results we're looking for." He'd started rubbing the tip of Spock's ear again (and Kirk really needed to ask if there was something he didn't know about Vulcan erogenous zones or if Bones just really liked pointy ears). "And then we put you between us and observe the benefits to Vulcan touch-telepathy."
"I think you two have been spending far too much time together," said Kirk.
"Ideally you're not going to know your own name, let alone what time it is," said Bones.
"Maybe we should blindfold him," said Kirk.
"Good idea, Jim," said Bones. "Especially since he can't seem to tell us apart anyway."
From the way Bones looked at him and the way they were starting to move, Kirk could already tell that, unless Spock vetoed, they were going to run this experiment. "I've got a blindfold," said Kirk.
"Can't say I'm surprised." Bones ran a hand over his thigh. "Would you happen to have a stopwatch?"
"We could use the computer," said Kirk.
"No," said Spock and Bones.
"Just encode it to--"
"Dammit, Jim, we'd have to link it to a tricorder and set it up to go off when Spock does," said Bones. "Now, how in the hell--"
"It would be easier to delete any information from a tricorder's databank," said Spock.
"Jim wouldn't have a tricorder." Spock and McCoy looked at each other. "You got get a tricorder, me and Jim'll set up?"
"We seem to enjoy doing science," Kirk said once Spock had dressed and gone in search of a tricorder. "Should I be concerned that my Head of Sciences seems to be enjoying this a little too much?"
"I don't know. I'm trying to decide if there's any point in showering."
"You mean before we attempt to deliberately overstimulate Spock?" Kirk asked. "No, I don't think there is."
"Jim," Bones said very seriously, "we're not attempting."
"That's what I like about you, Bones," said Kirk. "Optimism."
Bones went back to stroking his thigh. "You're not pissed, are you, Jim-boy? I mean, you really think it's funny?"
"Bones, I think it's hysterical. Spock's never wrong." He put an arm around Bones' shoulders. "And that he's shouting out your name...sort of..."
"Jim...look, if it's a problem, I'll..."
Kirk smiled and kissed him on the nose--because he knew Bones didn't have a chance in hell of finishing that sentence (or at least not finishing it with any honesty). "Let me stop you," he said. "Because you look like you're about to say something very stupid. And I can't have you saying stupid things, Bones. You're supposed to tell me what I'm supposed to do!" He laughed softly.
"Hmm?"
"I'm thinking about something Spock said. You've really done a number on him, you know."
Bones scowled slightly--closer to "damn Vulcans" than "green blooded son of a bitch". "And what's he said now?"
"That I shouldn't need so much reassurance." Kirk looked at him. "And I don't think you should either." He waited.
"What?"
"I was hoping you'd make some smart ass remark."
Bones sighed. "You could bring me flowers once in awhile..."
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it." Bones was still caressing his thigh--there was a good chance he'd forgotten he was doing it. He gave Kirk another very serious look, then suddenly hugged him.
Kirk hugged him back. Sometimes with Spock he was terrified that it was going to turn into romance, and once it was a great romance, Kirk was guaranteed to ruin it. He was never afraid of that with Bones, but he was also fairly sure you weren't supposed to say something like that. Even in his head it sounded absolutely awful.
"Everybody needs reassurance, Jim. Even Spock."
"Spock cheats."
"I assume it's your fault that I had to deal with Spock bitching at me about how we emotional humans illogically avoid expressing positive emotions?"
"Yes, I think it is."
"Then why the hell doesn't he just bitch at you?"
"Because I'd just say something like, 'Yes, humans are illogical.' While you, Bones, I assume you opened with something like, 'Now, wait a minute, Mr. Spock, are y'all actually admitting that thair ahh positive eee-mo-shuns?"
"I don't sound like that."
"But is that basically what you said?"
"Basically."
"Bones, we just have to accept that we fulfill very specific needs of Spock's that nobody else on this ship is willing to provide. Chess and arguing."
"I think he got lost."
"I'm not really complaining, Bones, but I don't think I'm extra horny."
"No."
"Bones, if you don't do something, I'm going to fall asleep right here."
Bones held him and started to stroke the nape of his neck--but he also whispered, "Jim, we're going to blindfold Spock, put him between us, and see how long it takes him to come."
"Has he ever gotten off just from you?"
"You mean just from me getting off?"
"Is that enough?"
"Can't tell...usually I'm doing something with his hands. Or he is," said Bones. "Maybe we should just stick him between us and think dirty thoughts."
"What kind of thoughts, Bones?"
"Does it matter? He's only going to pick up what we're feeling, not what it's about." Bones added low in his ear, "So if I start thinking about tying you to the bed and just licking you until you're ready to scream..."
"You can't just stop there. What if I want to think about it too?"
"You rather do that instead?" One of Bones' hands drifted down to his waist. "I guess depending on how we tie you, we could do both." The hand on his waist skimmed over his stomach--"The view won't be as interesting if we tie you face down"--and wrapped around his cock. "But it does make it a whole lot easier to use you."
"Bones," Kirk pleaded in a whisper.
"Jim boy, you know I'm always going to be around to tie you up and fuck you stupid." Bones kissed him, and Kirk leaned into his mouth and hand. "And you, Jim..."
"I want to be tied up and fucked stupid."
"That's right, darlin," Bones said in a way that made Kirk want to be tied up now. "Spock...we might be pushing him too much. And..." At the moment, what Kirk really liked about Bones was that he didn't stop stroking him while they had this conversation. "Shit, Jim, if it's too much, how're we..."
"One of us'll know," said Kirk. "Assuming we ever see him again."
"Think we should give him a spanking?"
"Bones, I...I think you might want to..."
Bones moved his hand back to Kirk's waist. "I'll make it up to you if we don't see him again. Or I'll tan his hide."
They kissed, Kirk rolling onto his back and Bones climbing on top of him in one practiced motion. Bones' mouth and tongue were almost enough to make Kirk forget about Bones on top of him or Bones' cock pressing against him as they kissed.
"That son of a bitch," Bones muttered.
"Uh?"
"Spock."
"Yes, Bones, I got that."
"He's doing this on purpose." In contrast, Kirk doubted that Bones was really aware that he'd moved slightly lower so he could rub his cock against Kirk's. "He's probably calculated exactly how much time it'd take for us to get going and get almost frustrated."
"I don't know how I feel about that, Bones."
"I do."
"Yes, but nobody's ever done math for me before..."
"Think about how we're going to do this," Bones breathed in his ear and kissed his neck.
"I want to be fucked," said Kirk.
"Oh, god..."
Bones sucked on his neck. It reminded Kirk of something (other than how much he enjoyed it). "Spock."
"Yes, Captain?"
"Did we remember to keep all those green hickeys below the collar, Bones?"
Bones laughed softly against Kirk's neck. "No, we did not."
"And we just sent him into the halls. From my quarters. In his wrinkled uniform. Covered in green hickeys."
They both started laughing.
"I assume you don't have any spare science uniforms lying around?" Bones asked.
"You think we should just tear his clothes off."
"Nah, I think we should just come on him. And in him. Maybe add a few more green hickeys, and send him home like that."
Their eyes met. Kirk licked his lips. "Yes," he said. "I think that's exactly what we should do."
He was so tangled up in Bones' arms and legs and lips that he didn't even notice when Spock came in. Kirk just happened to open his eyes once Bones had gone back to his neck. "Jesus, Spock, you scared the hell out of me."
"You did not answer the door," said Spock.
"Hey, Spock," said Bones. "Jim wants you to hold him open and fuck that tight ass of his."
"Bones--"
"I think he wants you to be real rough with him."
"Bones--"
Bones started to slowly squeeze his balls. "Me, I can't decide if I want to come in you or on your back. And then make Jim lick it off."
"Bones, please..."
"Jim boy, you know you're going to get fucked." Bones lightly ran his fingertips up Kirk's aching shaft. "And, even if you come right now, somebody's still going to fuck you. Even if you'd rather just wash up and go to bed." He kept lightly playing with Kirk's dick, just barely letting his fingers graze the tip. "Go ahead and set up, Spock."
"I have," said Spock. "Do you still intend--"
"Jim, go get the blindfold," said Bones. "And something to remind Spock not to be so damn slow." He added in a soft voice that Spock may have been able to hear, "I'd get you ready for Spock's dick, but I'm afraid you'd jizz all over yourself as soon as I got the first finger in."
Kirk very reluctantly got up. At least it was a short trip.
He was trying to decide what, if anything, would be a good reminder for Spock when Bones squeezed his ass.
"Safe word?" Kirk asked.
Bones rubbed him with two cold, slick fingers. "Told him we're doing green, yellow, red."
Kirk gasped as Bones slid his fingers in and started to roughly--but not too roughly--move them in and out, just at his entrance. "Okay."
"And told him green and red mean the opposite of what he thinks they do." Bones pulled his fingers away, added more lube, and brought them back. "I don't really want to hit him."
"I don't either."
"Course we don't have to tell him that." Kirk felt Bones' cheek on his shoulder. "Jim, you have no idea how much it's taking to keep from just bending you over and fucking you right here."
"So why don't you?"
"Because Spock'll give me shit about my impulsive human urges." Bones took his fingers out again. "You should probably blindfold him."
They went back to Spock. "I've got Jim wound up pretty good," Bones said as Kirk put the blindfold on.
"I suspected as much," said Spock.
They each held one of Spock's wrists. "You sorry for taking so long?" Bones asked.
"Given the condition you both appear to be in, no, I am not," said Spock.
"Think we're going to have to use the paddle," said Bones.
"Yes, I don't see any other option," said Kirk.
Still holding onto Spock's wrists, they pressed themselves against his back. Spock gasped and shivered slightly.
"Bones, I thought I made myself perfectly clear earlier," said Kirk. "And yet, nobody seems to be fucking me."
Bones pressed a finger into him. "How's that?"
"That's not enough," said Kirk. Spock was making that noise Kirk couldn't quite describe. "You know what I want."
"Seems to have slipped my mind. Maybe you ought to remind me."
"I want cock, Bones. I don't really care if it's yours or his."
"Is one going to be enough for you, Jim?"
"I am no more likely to climax from this than you are," said Spock. His breathing was ragged and Kirk could feel him trying to bend his hand to touch the one holding his wrist.
"That may not be as unlikely as you think, Spock," said Kirk. He looked at Bones.
"Maybe flat on your back, one of us fucking you, the other one sitting on your face," said Bones. "Having you on your knees and filling up both ends just seems so...predictable."
Kirk moaned and leaned into Spock as Bones added another finger. "Bones, I'm..."
"At least you won't be distracted. Don't you want to give us all your attention, Jim?"
"Bones." He could feel Spock trembling slightly and rolling his hips, thrusting against nothing. Bones' hands were on his shoulders, moving them both away from Spock.
"What do you need?"
Kirk stared. He couldn't even comprehend such a stupid question. He felt there was a very good chance that, if he didn't get off in the next two minutes, he would actually start crying.
Bones kissed him, which was nice, but also insult to injury. "You changed your mind?"
"Yes, but, Bones, I don't think I can last long enough to--"
"Don't worry about it, Jim. He'll manage. I'm sure as long as you come in his ass, he won't really care how quick you do it." Bones whispered in his ear, "Get however you want. I'll make sure he finds you."
Kirk lay on his side. He could feel Spock tentatively touching him, trying to figure out where he was, and every so often one of Bones' hands as he guided Spock. He looked up at Bones as he moved Kirk's leg and lined up the Vulcan's cock. Bones squeezed his arm and looked like he really wanted to say something as Spock slowly nudged himself into Kirk.
Spock's hand found his dick, and Spock's lips found his neck. Kirk knew he was going come embarrassingly soon and couldn't seem to care. He was incredibly surprised that he was still so close, pleading in soft, sad little moans and thrusting into Spock's curled fingers, when he felt Spock come in his ass.
Spock's hand tightened around his dick, and he could feel the Vulcan, moving only because Bones was fucking him. Kirk felt a hand stretch out and nudge his arm--Bones silently asking if they'd really managed to get Spock off so quickly.
"Yes," said Kirk, both to Bones and to Spock, who'd started stroking again. "Spock, you're--"
"I am relying on willpower, Jim," said Spock. "It is...somewhat difficult with the telepathic impressions I am receiving from you both, but I will be able to continue."
"We can move around," said Kirk, who was really too close to be able to stop and restart while maintaining his dignity.
But of course Spock knew that. "Jim," he said, "If I ask, will you climax for me?"
Kirk took a deep, shuddering breath and came before he could answer.
"You still here, Bones?" he asked.
"Yeah, Jim. You want me to clean you up?"
Kirk settled back against Spock. "I don't want to move. And I want you to come over here."
"I don't want to move either."
"Sometimes I think it was a mistake to serve on a ship full of humans," Spock said as he got up.
Kirk moved into the center. "Yes, but we need you, Spock," he said.
"Obviously."
"Smug son of a bitch," Bones muttered.
"You were incorrect, Doctor," said Spock. "I was still aware of my own name."
"Don't worry, Bones," said Kirk. "We'll do better next time."
"Your subterfuge was not particularly effective," said Spock.
Bones folded his arms and leaned on Kirk's chest. "We feel that different?"
"I assume you are asking for a telepathic analysis, rather than a description of the many obvious physical variances between you."
"Let's stick to telepathic differences," said Kirk.
"I do not know if it is possible to explain any sense to those who do not possess it," said Spock.
"They don't have metaphors where you come from?" Bones asked. "Besides, it's not like we'd know if you got it wrong."
"Will you try, Spock?" Kirk asked.
Spock tried--and when that didn't seem to be working, he touched their hands and tried to show them. Kirk could only feel that Spock was sending something back at him and that it made the hair on his arms stand on end. He squeezed Spock's hand and watched as Bones did the same. Bones had a quiet smile that made Kirk wonder if he might be able to pick up something Kirk couldn't--he decided not to ask. It was better to lie between his friends and hold Spock's hand than to know if Bones could read some telepathic message Kirk couldn't or who was better at sucking Spock's fingers.