"Aye aye, Captain"--Spock/McCoy
Written for Kink Bingo's Mini-Challenge, Authority Figures
Spock would much rather be commanded than in command. TOS S/Mc with assumed OT3
"You want to talk about it?" McCoy asked.
"What would that accomplish?" Spock asked as he held out two fingers. McCoy shrugged and kissed Spock's extended digits with his index finger. "You are doing that incorrectly."
"Thought you didn't want command."
"I do not," said Spock. McCoy looked questioningly at him as he added his middle finger. Spock nodded. "And you are always most insistent that you are not the one in command."
"One of the advantages of sticking so close to you and Jim." The way he stroked Spock's fingers, quickly rubbing the undersides of his first knuckles, was intriguing. "A great deal of medicine's about giving orders--patients just think they don't have to follow them if they don't want to."
"I have noticed a similar tendency among certain officers."
"So write 'em up."
"It would accomplish little. I believe he is a favorite of the captain's."
"Not that damn Vulcan, is it?"
As the doctor was clearly in a playful mood, Spock allowed himself a somewhat exaggerated show of annoyance. "Perhaps I will invoke one of your older Earth traditions."
"Yeah?"
"I believe 'walking the plank' is crude but efficient."
McCoy caressed the back of his hand with all four fingers. "So it didn't go so well?"
"As I have already said--"
"Then you're going to have to shut me up."
It was easier to simply take the vague, illogical hint than to point out that it would have been far more sensible for McCoy to say that he wanted Spock to kiss him or to initiate (as he had done for 87.3% of all oral kisses). To take the hint only encouraged illogical behavior, but it was a far better use of McCoy's tongue (although not as enjoyable as the application of McCoy's tongue to Spock's fingers or genitals).
"So." McCoy interrupted himself by pressing his lips against Spock's. "You'd rather be commanded?"
"I have said--"
"Just a yes or no question, Spock." He threaded his fingers through Spock's and touched their fingertips together. "You'd rather be commanded?"
"Yes."
McCoy gave him a slow, but still very enthusiastic human kiss and squeezed his hand. Spock found him most agreeable and could not keep from making a small noise of protest when McCoy pulled away. "Kneel," said McCoy.
Spock did and looked up, waiting for further instructions.
"Uh-uh." McCoy shook his head. "Get up and do it again. When I say 'kneel', you get down on your knees and get right to work. We clear?"
"Quite clear, Captain McCoy."
This surprised McCoy enough to give him a sudden, delighted smile before quickly resuming a serious expression. "Kneel."
Spock knelt again and unzipped the human's pants.
He could not recall ever seeing McCoy deliberately alter an emotional display before. As he pulled out the human's dick and wrapped his mouth around the tip, Spock thought he would like to see such a transition again.
"Look at me."
Spock kept his eyes on McCoy. McCoy only occasionally glanced down to see if Spock was still following his instructions. As he seemed to look down at predictable intervals, it would be possible to ignore his order without being caught. Spock found that he wished to obey and that it was pleasant to do so.
"Give me your left hand," McCoy said. Spock immediately did. McCoy rubbed and stroked his fingers. Spock sucked him and tried to keep up with McCoy's thrusts until something made the human deliberately slow his hips. The fingers of McCoy's other hand lightly kissed the back of Spock's neck. "No questions, Mr. Spock."
Spock continued--he would ask later, and McCoy would answer any of his questions (albeit with varying levels of patience).
"Right hand," said McCoy. "You want to come, this is your chance." He fondled Spock's hands and smiled down at him. "I think you know what I expect of you, Commander."
McCoy was, as usual, most imaginative with his hands. He lightly used his fingernails and massaged Spock's palms with his thumbs. He stroked and squeezed, his grip tightening pleasantly as he responded to Spock's mouth.
Spock remembered just in time that the human was fully clothed and that he would not be able to press his face against McCoy's bare hip to feel his climax more strongly--he also had not been given permission to cease fellatio at the moment of orgasm in order to do so.
Naturally McCoy noticed this change in behavior. "Spock?"
"I hope my actions are acceptable," said Spock. "As you did not provide specific instructions."
McCoy crouched in front of him and moved Spock's right hand towards Spock's mouth. "Want you to do exactly what I do."
"Yes, Captain McCoy."
Spock sucked the fingers of his right hand and watched as McCoy licked and sucked the fingers of his left. That he would be able to create the same pleasant sensations as Jim or McCoy provided was obvious--except that it had simply never occurred to Spock to suck his own fingers.
His orgasm was most satisfactory.
"Sorry if I got too rough with you," said McCoy.
"How did you determine--"
"Not going to tell you how I could tell." McCoy rubbed Spock's arm. "Because then you'll stop doing it, and I need to be able to tell."
"I am quite capable of--"
"Because I don't like the idea of you just gritting your teeth and waiting for it to be over."
"Once a sensation is suppressed--"
"Jesus, why's this so hard for a telepath to understand?" McCoy shook his head and then squeezed Spock's arm. "You have fun?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"I'm going to sneak out. I just know Jim's going to stick me in the landing party again, and I'm too damn busy right now." He kissed Spock's damp fingers and his lips at the same time. "Why don't you tell him prayer'd be a more effective medical technique than anything I could come up with?"
"I would not speak of a fellow officer in such a manner."
McCoy kissed his jaw. "A lot's changed since yesterday."
"I thought you wished to leave," said Spock as McCoy continued to kiss him.
"Much rather play with you than inventory banked blood." McCoy kissed his lips again. "Which reminds me--I need some more T negative."
"And will you be making use a straight razor or leeches?"
McCoy nibbled his earlobe. "Whichever one hurts more."
"Pain is in the mind, Doctor." McCoy sucked at his neck. "Are you attempting to withdraw it now?"
"Shut up, Spock." McCoy kissed his lips a final time and stood. "Assuming we survive our latest field trip with Jim--"
"I did not realize your paranoia included a fear of uninhabited, M class planets with no known predatory species and an extremely temperate climate."
"And we're going there with James T. Kirk."
"Then we have a far better chance of surviving whatever adversity the captain will undoubtedly attract."
"So if you make it back to the ship with any of that green ice water left in you, I want it. No excuses."
"Doctor," Spock said just before McCoy reached the door. "Remember that you require rest. And I doubt only the ship's chief surgeon can perform an inventory."
"Only the chief surgeon can sign off on it," said McCoy. "And I'm not going to sign off on anything unless I know it's been done right."
Spock understood this reasoning quite well (not that he intended to say so).
McCoy stopped in the doorway. "But I'll try to keep that in mind, Spock."
***
It took Spock several attempts to stop kissing and being kissed long enough to ask, "Your orders, Captain McCoy?"
"Heh. So you want to play, Spock?" This question appeared to be a rhetorical one as McCoy immediately kissed him. "If this is going to be a regular game, maybe we should start figuring out how it's played."
"I believe initiation is quite simple."
"Yes..." McCoy tilted his head up. His arm tightened around Spock as Spock kissed his neck. "Like the way you say it. Like you just can't forget it's some smartass remark you made once."
"Perhaps I do not wish for you to get delusions of grandeur," said Spock. "Or at least no additional ones."
"So what do you want?"
Spock considered the question as McCoy licked his ear.
"You want to be further down the ranks?"
"For what purpose?"
McCoy shrugged. "I don't know. It's dirtier? I'm pretty sure a pretend captain's not supposed to fool around with a pretend ensign."
"As you are the pretend captain, you may determine my rank."
"Mmm, thank you, Spock," McCoy said as Spock nudged him away from his ear so that he could continue kissing McCoy's neck. "But just what're you expecting when you sign on?"
"You will give the orders, and I will follow them."
"What if you don't?" As Spock had expected, foreplay had turned into the usual mild struggle. McCoy made his neck less accessible and began to nibble Spock's earlobe, possibly out of sheer spite as he generally indicated nothing but approval for "necking". "Do I make you swab the deck?"
"Is that a sexual idiom?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"Doctor, why would I ask for such a scenario if I intend to ignore the basic precepts?"
McCoy grinned at him. "You really don't know much about humans, do you?"
"I am quite familiar with your obnoxious tendency to answer one question with another."
"Get into uniform, Commander."
Spock took this as a suggestion to remove the entirety of his clothing. "Sir?"
McCoy blatantly looked him over, his eyes lingering on one area in particular. "You're going to lie on the bed, Mr. Spock. And you're going to lie on the bed in a way that gives me a very good view because you're going to finger yourself." McCoy's eyes finally rose to the level of Spock's face. "And I shouldn't have to tell you you're going to finger yourself until I tell you to stop."
Spock lay on his side, raising one bent leg and holding it to his chest. With his other hand he reached between his spread legs and began. McCoy watched him, arms folded across his chest. He looked almost disinterested. Spock found that fascinating.
"Permission to respond, Captain McCoy?"
"Granted," said McCoy. He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if he was carefully considering his next decision. Spock realized he might be commanded to bring himself to climax in this manner. "But just remember that I'm giving you the go ahead to respond and only to respond, Mr. Spock."
"Understood."
Spock applied additional lubrication and considered his position as he eased three slick fingers into himself. As he did not know the duration of the activity, it was likely that his present position would eventually become uncomfortable. Moving onto his back might make the task more difficult to perform, and, more importantly, such a position might not meet the requirement of a "good view".
"Hands and knees," said McCoy. "Well?"
"Please specify a location, Captain McCoy."
"Edge of the bed," McCoy said, unzipping his pants and withdrawing his cock as he approached. "Get that ass up higher." Spock did. McCoy grunted softly in appreciation and entered him.
There had been several signs that McCoy's disinterest had been feigned, but the transmission of his heightened arousal through his touch almost made Spock dizzy. Typically Spock remained in physical proximity while he stimulated or was stimulated by Jim and McCoy, sensing the gradual build of their arousal rather than a sudden increase. The effect of increasing a human's arousal without contact would require additional observation.
"Captain, I..." Spock stopped and felt McCoy hesitate as it occurred to both of them that this was potentially "kinkier" than either of them had realized. McCoy had gone still but not pulled out, and Spock could not accurately determine his thoughts from his emotional state--if, for example, he suspected Spock's true intention was to substitute one human for the other.
This was incorrect (and most illogical as Spock had requested the attention of both humans on more than one occasion) , but in dealing with humans it was often best not to be the first to mention such a theory. Denying an accusation a human had yet to make often convinced the human that the denial must be false.
"Doctor," Spock said even though he could tell that, if anything, McCoy was now slightly amused, "perhaps a change of position or--"
"Commander, I don't know who you've served under before, but my orders are non-negotiable," said McCoy.
"Aye, sir." Spock appreciated the phrasing.
"But let's just keep it either 'Captain McCoy' or 'sir' from here on."
"Yes, Captain McCoy," Spock said as McCoy began to thrust again. "An excellent decision."
McCoy slid a hand over his leg. "That's why I'm the captain, Mr. Spock. Or a captain, anyway."
As McCoy moved in and out of him, Spock considered the most appropriate way to request additional stimulation. "Captain McCoy, would you be willing to manually--"
"Fraid I can't do that, Mr. Spock."
"Then I request permission--"
"Denied. If I'm...satisfied with your performance, you'll be in for a commendation. But right now?"
Spock speculated on his "commendation" as McCoy continued to fuck him. He assumed it would be oral stimulation--it seemed unlikely that delayed manual stimulation would be considered an adequate reward. "Switching" was possible, but seemed unlikely, and Spock preferred the idea of penetrating the human with his fingers or climaxing between his thighs. Such activities would be just as satisfactory and require less preparation. (His calculations may have been impaired by having a human rapidly and agreeably thrusting inside him and by Spock's thought that having his fingers sucked would be ideal.)
McCoy's hands tightened on his hips and, had there been more skin-to-skin contact between them, Spock would have climaxed with him.
"Go wash your hands," McCoy said as he took off his shirt. "You can take care of anything else you want to, but I won't guarantee I'll still be awake when you get back."
Spock decided to take the chance, especially since he knew he could either wake the human or suppress his arousal.
As he did not have an adequate excuse for leaving, Spock returned to bed. He had determined that another being's rest was more important than his own gratification. As usual, McCoy wished to be contrary.
"Sit up," said McCoy.
"Is that an order, Captain McCoy?"
"Don't you know an order when you hear one, Commander?"
Spock was somewhat surprised that the shape of his ears was not mentioned as McCoy, now almost completely nude, pressed himself against Spock's back and leaned over his shoulder to suck Spock's fingers. McCoy lavishly licked and sucked Spock's first three fingers and put an arm around him to pull them closer together before reaching down and stroking Spock.
It was pleasant to have his fingers licked while being manually stimulated, and it was most satisfactory to be in unimpeded physical contact with a sated, pleasantly tired human. Spock was not entirely sure what to make of the satisfaction of knowing he was responsible for McCoy's current state, but the stimulation provided ample distraction.
Spock was unable to keep from sighing the human's name and making an unfortunately audible sound as he climaxed. He wished to apologize, but did not as he knew such basic courtesies had a detrimental effect on pleased humans.
"You are less indulgent than either yourself or the captain," said Spock.
"So?"
Somehow both of Spock's human friends managed to lack telepathic ability while still being quite easily read and incredibly skilled at using another's telepathy--McCoy was thinking sentimental things at him. Spock projected something similar--although much more logical, of course, and only to prevent the human compulsion to make unnecessary statements.
"I am merely making an observation, Doctor," said Spock.
"I run a tight ship, Mr. Spock."
When he lay down again, Spock lay beside him for what humans referred to as "spooning". Spock had questioned the term's origins as other utensils fit together in an almost identical manner. He had given up on ever receiving a logical explanation after Jim and McCoy had separately made essentially the same joke about "forking". As had Uhura in her capacity as a xenolinguist. (Clearly, humans could not be trusted to answer any questions about their sexual terminology.)
"How long're you staying?" McCoy mumbled into his ear.
Spock found this a somewhat unusual question as McCoy had already put both arms around him and draped one leg over him. "I did not think I had been dismissed," said Spock.
"Game's over once you start using my name again."
"Indeed?"
"Fine then. I'm making you my alarm clock, Commander."
"Is that a sexual idiom, Captain McCoy?"
"No. But I'm not going to complain."
"Understood."
Spock assumed that this rather unorthodox "safe word" would be forgotten by the next morning, especially as he had understood quite well what McCoy had meant when he referred to his name (Actually adhering to this rule would be quite inconvenient as Spock was as likely to call McCoy by his first name as Jim was). Spock did not attempt to continue the conversation--McCoy required sleep and, as he would be acting under his own agency, Spock required the time to determine a suitable method of sexual alarm clocking.
Spock would much rather be commanded than in command. TOS S/Mc with assumed OT3
"You want to talk about it?" McCoy asked.
"What would that accomplish?" Spock asked as he held out two fingers. McCoy shrugged and kissed Spock's extended digits with his index finger. "You are doing that incorrectly."
"Thought you didn't want command."
"I do not," said Spock. McCoy looked questioningly at him as he added his middle finger. Spock nodded. "And you are always most insistent that you are not the one in command."
"One of the advantages of sticking so close to you and Jim." The way he stroked Spock's fingers, quickly rubbing the undersides of his first knuckles, was intriguing. "A great deal of medicine's about giving orders--patients just think they don't have to follow them if they don't want to."
"I have noticed a similar tendency among certain officers."
"So write 'em up."
"It would accomplish little. I believe he is a favorite of the captain's."
"Not that damn Vulcan, is it?"
As the doctor was clearly in a playful mood, Spock allowed himself a somewhat exaggerated show of annoyance. "Perhaps I will invoke one of your older Earth traditions."
"Yeah?"
"I believe 'walking the plank' is crude but efficient."
McCoy caressed the back of his hand with all four fingers. "So it didn't go so well?"
"As I have already said--"
"Then you're going to have to shut me up."
It was easier to simply take the vague, illogical hint than to point out that it would have been far more sensible for McCoy to say that he wanted Spock to kiss him or to initiate (as he had done for 87.3% of all oral kisses). To take the hint only encouraged illogical behavior, but it was a far better use of McCoy's tongue (although not as enjoyable as the application of McCoy's tongue to Spock's fingers or genitals).
"So." McCoy interrupted himself by pressing his lips against Spock's. "You'd rather be commanded?"
"I have said--"
"Just a yes or no question, Spock." He threaded his fingers through Spock's and touched their fingertips together. "You'd rather be commanded?"
"Yes."
McCoy gave him a slow, but still very enthusiastic human kiss and squeezed his hand. Spock found him most agreeable and could not keep from making a small noise of protest when McCoy pulled away. "Kneel," said McCoy.
Spock did and looked up, waiting for further instructions.
"Uh-uh." McCoy shook his head. "Get up and do it again. When I say 'kneel', you get down on your knees and get right to work. We clear?"
"Quite clear, Captain McCoy."
This surprised McCoy enough to give him a sudden, delighted smile before quickly resuming a serious expression. "Kneel."
Spock knelt again and unzipped the human's pants.
He could not recall ever seeing McCoy deliberately alter an emotional display before. As he pulled out the human's dick and wrapped his mouth around the tip, Spock thought he would like to see such a transition again.
"Look at me."
Spock kept his eyes on McCoy. McCoy only occasionally glanced down to see if Spock was still following his instructions. As he seemed to look down at predictable intervals, it would be possible to ignore his order without being caught. Spock found that he wished to obey and that it was pleasant to do so.
"Give me your left hand," McCoy said. Spock immediately did. McCoy rubbed and stroked his fingers. Spock sucked him and tried to keep up with McCoy's thrusts until something made the human deliberately slow his hips. The fingers of McCoy's other hand lightly kissed the back of Spock's neck. "No questions, Mr. Spock."
Spock continued--he would ask later, and McCoy would answer any of his questions (albeit with varying levels of patience).
"Right hand," said McCoy. "You want to come, this is your chance." He fondled Spock's hands and smiled down at him. "I think you know what I expect of you, Commander."
McCoy was, as usual, most imaginative with his hands. He lightly used his fingernails and massaged Spock's palms with his thumbs. He stroked and squeezed, his grip tightening pleasantly as he responded to Spock's mouth.
Spock remembered just in time that the human was fully clothed and that he would not be able to press his face against McCoy's bare hip to feel his climax more strongly--he also had not been given permission to cease fellatio at the moment of orgasm in order to do so.
Naturally McCoy noticed this change in behavior. "Spock?"
"I hope my actions are acceptable," said Spock. "As you did not provide specific instructions."
McCoy crouched in front of him and moved Spock's right hand towards Spock's mouth. "Want you to do exactly what I do."
"Yes, Captain McCoy."
Spock sucked the fingers of his right hand and watched as McCoy licked and sucked the fingers of his left. That he would be able to create the same pleasant sensations as Jim or McCoy provided was obvious--except that it had simply never occurred to Spock to suck his own fingers.
His orgasm was most satisfactory.
"Sorry if I got too rough with you," said McCoy.
"How did you determine--"
"Not going to tell you how I could tell." McCoy rubbed Spock's arm. "Because then you'll stop doing it, and I need to be able to tell."
"I am quite capable of--"
"Because I don't like the idea of you just gritting your teeth and waiting for it to be over."
"Once a sensation is suppressed--"
"Jesus, why's this so hard for a telepath to understand?" McCoy shook his head and then squeezed Spock's arm. "You have fun?"
"Yes, Doctor."
"I'm going to sneak out. I just know Jim's going to stick me in the landing party again, and I'm too damn busy right now." He kissed Spock's damp fingers and his lips at the same time. "Why don't you tell him prayer'd be a more effective medical technique than anything I could come up with?"
"I would not speak of a fellow officer in such a manner."
McCoy kissed his jaw. "A lot's changed since yesterday."
"I thought you wished to leave," said Spock as McCoy continued to kiss him.
"Much rather play with you than inventory banked blood." McCoy kissed his lips again. "Which reminds me--I need some more T negative."
"And will you be making use a straight razor or leeches?"
McCoy nibbled his earlobe. "Whichever one hurts more."
"Pain is in the mind, Doctor." McCoy sucked at his neck. "Are you attempting to withdraw it now?"
"Shut up, Spock." McCoy kissed his lips a final time and stood. "Assuming we survive our latest field trip with Jim--"
"I did not realize your paranoia included a fear of uninhabited, M class planets with no known predatory species and an extremely temperate climate."
"And we're going there with James T. Kirk."
"Then we have a far better chance of surviving whatever adversity the captain will undoubtedly attract."
"So if you make it back to the ship with any of that green ice water left in you, I want it. No excuses."
"Doctor," Spock said just before McCoy reached the door. "Remember that you require rest. And I doubt only the ship's chief surgeon can perform an inventory."
"Only the chief surgeon can sign off on it," said McCoy. "And I'm not going to sign off on anything unless I know it's been done right."
Spock understood this reasoning quite well (not that he intended to say so).
McCoy stopped in the doorway. "But I'll try to keep that in mind, Spock."
***
It took Spock several attempts to stop kissing and being kissed long enough to ask, "Your orders, Captain McCoy?"
"Heh. So you want to play, Spock?" This question appeared to be a rhetorical one as McCoy immediately kissed him. "If this is going to be a regular game, maybe we should start figuring out how it's played."
"I believe initiation is quite simple."
"Yes..." McCoy tilted his head up. His arm tightened around Spock as Spock kissed his neck. "Like the way you say it. Like you just can't forget it's some smartass remark you made once."
"Perhaps I do not wish for you to get delusions of grandeur," said Spock. "Or at least no additional ones."
"So what do you want?"
Spock considered the question as McCoy licked his ear.
"You want to be further down the ranks?"
"For what purpose?"
McCoy shrugged. "I don't know. It's dirtier? I'm pretty sure a pretend captain's not supposed to fool around with a pretend ensign."
"As you are the pretend captain, you may determine my rank."
"Mmm, thank you, Spock," McCoy said as Spock nudged him away from his ear so that he could continue kissing McCoy's neck. "But just what're you expecting when you sign on?"
"You will give the orders, and I will follow them."
"What if you don't?" As Spock had expected, foreplay had turned into the usual mild struggle. McCoy made his neck less accessible and began to nibble Spock's earlobe, possibly out of sheer spite as he generally indicated nothing but approval for "necking". "Do I make you swab the deck?"
"Is that a sexual idiom?"
"I don't know. Probably not."
"Doctor, why would I ask for such a scenario if I intend to ignore the basic precepts?"
McCoy grinned at him. "You really don't know much about humans, do you?"
"I am quite familiar with your obnoxious tendency to answer one question with another."
"Get into uniform, Commander."
Spock took this as a suggestion to remove the entirety of his clothing. "Sir?"
McCoy blatantly looked him over, his eyes lingering on one area in particular. "You're going to lie on the bed, Mr. Spock. And you're going to lie on the bed in a way that gives me a very good view because you're going to finger yourself." McCoy's eyes finally rose to the level of Spock's face. "And I shouldn't have to tell you you're going to finger yourself until I tell you to stop."
Spock lay on his side, raising one bent leg and holding it to his chest. With his other hand he reached between his spread legs and began. McCoy watched him, arms folded across his chest. He looked almost disinterested. Spock found that fascinating.
"Permission to respond, Captain McCoy?"
"Granted," said McCoy. He looked thoughtful for a moment, as if he was carefully considering his next decision. Spock realized he might be commanded to bring himself to climax in this manner. "But just remember that I'm giving you the go ahead to respond and only to respond, Mr. Spock."
"Understood."
Spock applied additional lubrication and considered his position as he eased three slick fingers into himself. As he did not know the duration of the activity, it was likely that his present position would eventually become uncomfortable. Moving onto his back might make the task more difficult to perform, and, more importantly, such a position might not meet the requirement of a "good view".
"Hands and knees," said McCoy. "Well?"
"Please specify a location, Captain McCoy."
"Edge of the bed," McCoy said, unzipping his pants and withdrawing his cock as he approached. "Get that ass up higher." Spock did. McCoy grunted softly in appreciation and entered him.
There had been several signs that McCoy's disinterest had been feigned, but the transmission of his heightened arousal through his touch almost made Spock dizzy. Typically Spock remained in physical proximity while he stimulated or was stimulated by Jim and McCoy, sensing the gradual build of their arousal rather than a sudden increase. The effect of increasing a human's arousal without contact would require additional observation.
"Captain, I..." Spock stopped and felt McCoy hesitate as it occurred to both of them that this was potentially "kinkier" than either of them had realized. McCoy had gone still but not pulled out, and Spock could not accurately determine his thoughts from his emotional state--if, for example, he suspected Spock's true intention was to substitute one human for the other.
This was incorrect (and most illogical as Spock had requested the attention of both humans on more than one occasion) , but in dealing with humans it was often best not to be the first to mention such a theory. Denying an accusation a human had yet to make often convinced the human that the denial must be false.
"Doctor," Spock said even though he could tell that, if anything, McCoy was now slightly amused, "perhaps a change of position or--"
"Commander, I don't know who you've served under before, but my orders are non-negotiable," said McCoy.
"Aye, sir." Spock appreciated the phrasing.
"But let's just keep it either 'Captain McCoy' or 'sir' from here on."
"Yes, Captain McCoy," Spock said as McCoy began to thrust again. "An excellent decision."
McCoy slid a hand over his leg. "That's why I'm the captain, Mr. Spock. Or a captain, anyway."
As McCoy moved in and out of him, Spock considered the most appropriate way to request additional stimulation. "Captain McCoy, would you be willing to manually--"
"Fraid I can't do that, Mr. Spock."
"Then I request permission--"
"Denied. If I'm...satisfied with your performance, you'll be in for a commendation. But right now?"
Spock speculated on his "commendation" as McCoy continued to fuck him. He assumed it would be oral stimulation--it seemed unlikely that delayed manual stimulation would be considered an adequate reward. "Switching" was possible, but seemed unlikely, and Spock preferred the idea of penetrating the human with his fingers or climaxing between his thighs. Such activities would be just as satisfactory and require less preparation. (His calculations may have been impaired by having a human rapidly and agreeably thrusting inside him and by Spock's thought that having his fingers sucked would be ideal.)
McCoy's hands tightened on his hips and, had there been more skin-to-skin contact between them, Spock would have climaxed with him.
"Go wash your hands," McCoy said as he took off his shirt. "You can take care of anything else you want to, but I won't guarantee I'll still be awake when you get back."
Spock decided to take the chance, especially since he knew he could either wake the human or suppress his arousal.
As he did not have an adequate excuse for leaving, Spock returned to bed. He had determined that another being's rest was more important than his own gratification. As usual, McCoy wished to be contrary.
"Sit up," said McCoy.
"Is that an order, Captain McCoy?"
"Don't you know an order when you hear one, Commander?"
Spock was somewhat surprised that the shape of his ears was not mentioned as McCoy, now almost completely nude, pressed himself against Spock's back and leaned over his shoulder to suck Spock's fingers. McCoy lavishly licked and sucked Spock's first three fingers and put an arm around him to pull them closer together before reaching down and stroking Spock.
It was pleasant to have his fingers licked while being manually stimulated, and it was most satisfactory to be in unimpeded physical contact with a sated, pleasantly tired human. Spock was not entirely sure what to make of the satisfaction of knowing he was responsible for McCoy's current state, but the stimulation provided ample distraction.
Spock was unable to keep from sighing the human's name and making an unfortunately audible sound as he climaxed. He wished to apologize, but did not as he knew such basic courtesies had a detrimental effect on pleased humans.
"You are less indulgent than either yourself or the captain," said Spock.
"So?"
Somehow both of Spock's human friends managed to lack telepathic ability while still being quite easily read and incredibly skilled at using another's telepathy--McCoy was thinking sentimental things at him. Spock projected something similar--although much more logical, of course, and only to prevent the human compulsion to make unnecessary statements.
"I am merely making an observation, Doctor," said Spock.
"I run a tight ship, Mr. Spock."
When he lay down again, Spock lay beside him for what humans referred to as "spooning". Spock had questioned the term's origins as other utensils fit together in an almost identical manner. He had given up on ever receiving a logical explanation after Jim and McCoy had separately made essentially the same joke about "forking". As had Uhura in her capacity as a xenolinguist. (Clearly, humans could not be trusted to answer any questions about their sexual terminology.)
"How long're you staying?" McCoy mumbled into his ear.
Spock found this a somewhat unusual question as McCoy had already put both arms around him and draped one leg over him. "I did not think I had been dismissed," said Spock.
"Game's over once you start using my name again."
"Indeed?"
"Fine then. I'm making you my alarm clock, Commander."
"Is that a sexual idiom, Captain McCoy?"
"No. But I'm not going to complain."
"Understood."
Spock assumed that this rather unorthodox "safe word" would be forgotten by the next morning, especially as he had understood quite well what McCoy had meant when he referred to his name (Actually adhering to this rule would be quite inconvenient as Spock was as likely to call McCoy by his first name as Jim was). Spock did not attempt to continue the conversation--McCoy required sleep and, as he would be acting under his own agency, Spock required the time to determine a suitable method of sexual alarm clocking.