[Hirat-kur Theater - opening night: open]

[rn_chapel]

The novelty of an all-Vulcan production of one of Shakespeare's extravagantly emotional plays was a big draw, and there was quite a crowd on Romeo and Juliet's opening night. People chatted and mingled in the plaza outside the Hirat-kur Theater, the lustrous fabrics of formal-wear bright against the crimson walls that gave the building its name.

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Jim/Bones

[dctr_mccoy]

It had been a rough couple of days but Jim was back, and they'd talked, and they'd yelled and they'd gotten through it, like they always did, and always would. And now it was time to get back to their lives, their obligations. Back to being themselves.

Bones returned from his afternoon appointments to find a set of Vulcan-styled formal robes laid out on the bed. A rich, dark green, the fabric almost velvety in its sheen. His mouth quirked even as he tried to produced a resigned sort of noise. Jim.

On the other hand, it was good to see that they were returning to themselves. That Jim felt good enough to want to go out and have some fun tonight.

There was a ticket and a note. Be here at 1800. JTK , an address written on the bottom of the page.

And so here Bones was, dressed up like a peacock, sweating in this ridiculous get-up and sipping on a cold, fermented ale that was as close to beer as they got on this oven of a planet.

[cso_spock]

They weren’t ‘arguing’ in the literal sense of the term, if you asked either of them. Sarek had taken the box with some other council members, decades older than either of the brothers, leaving them alone in a box with four other seats and the two of them

[kirktastic]

Jim saw the Vulcan that was sitting beside Spock staring right at him. There might have been a lingering large curl of a desire for a bit of revenge still nestled in close to Jim's heart, specially visible as he reached out plain view of that box's angle and slid his fingers across Bones' thigh so that he could squeeze.

He leaned back the most he could in his tall backed chair, his thumb rubbing against Bones' inner thigh in a somewhat playful manner.

[dctr_mccoy]

The play was interesting enough, if you could follow along, but it took Bones almost half way through the first act to figure out who wanted to be with who. No one really looked like they were in love.

Then... "Jim, what are you doing?" he whispered quietly, eyes looking over at Jim, then down at the hand.

Subconsciously, he opened his hip and turned out his leg toward Jim, offering him more room.

[cso_spock]

Sybok knew that humans were playful creatures, a little disordered in how they exhibited that trait but overall somewhat predictable. This, on the other hand, was not predictable. It seemed the blond human was indulging in a little of exhibitionism with his partner, all knowing that he was watching. Knowing, too, that he wasn’t going to be bashful and look away. How intriguing

[kirktastic]

"Making this more interesting," Jim whispered back, leaning in as if making some small remark to his partner but in reality briefly sucking on Bones' ear lobe.

His fingers stroked up and down Bones' inner thigh through the robe for now, but after only a minute or so nudged apart the parting in the robe so that he could go for skin. His eyes flickered back to the Vulcan who was with Spock, and to his absolute surprirse... the Vulcan was still watching. No Vulcan he knew would still be watching, not so directly.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones wasn't aware of their audience. His only focus right now were the long fingers slowly creeping further inside his thigh. "How the hell can you keep a straight face?" he murmured, taking a deep breath but not stopping him.

Jim knew Bones wasn't big on public displays of affection, much less public sex, but this was... - catching his breath- interesting.  And the play was fucking boring, he thought, setting back into his seat. 

[kirktastic]

"Practice," Jim murmured, glad they were alone in the box so their quiet voices wouldn't bother anyone who might actually be enjoying the play. "It's dark, remember?" He smirked as he brought his fingers up to Bones' zip and undid it, palming him though his underwear but mostly hidden by the robes.

He wondered if the stranger watching them was enjoying the show, because he definitely had plans to find out about the Vulcan.

[dctr_mccoy]

It wasn't easy to sit still through this, and Bones probably thought he was doing a better job at keeping his emotions under control than he actually was. In fact, the hand on him was making his face flush and he pressed his lips together to keep from making any noise.

Another angry-ish glance at Jim, and Bones pressed his legs together, catching Jim's hand and increasing the friction.

Fuck, that felt good. 

[kirktastic]

Angry glance, but Bones was far from trying to stop him. Jim looked like the cat that got the canary as he rocked his hand back and forth slowly. He could feel Bones growing hard under his palm, and he wasn't doing much better. He adjusted his body to ease some pressure off.

He leaned over, murmuring against Bones' ear, "Too bad... I love hearing you groan and growl and moan..." His fingers curled, squeezing.

[cso_spock]

They fell into silence for another few lines, Sybok smug and Spock brimming with shallow anger. Unfortunately, the arousal coming in waves from both Jim and Leonard trumped even that. Vindictive, that’s what it felt like

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was not humping into Jim's hand. No. His hips were tilting back and forth, just a few inches in either direction, a shift that might have looked to a casual observer like he was moving around in his seat.

He still couldn't look at Jim. He knew if he got a look at those eyes, the fucking heat and need that would be in them that they'd be on the floor of this box in two seconds flat.

"...Jim."

[kirktastic]

"They'll never see me in the dark," Jim whispered, and suddenly he slid down out of his seat. He knelt there, concealed by the darkness and the tall, wide edge of the box itself, and tugged on the edges of Bones' pants.

Hell, provided Bones could keep the robe closed, no one would even see anything untasteful.

[dctr_mccoy]

Only the look on Bones' face, which while wasn't distasteful, it couldn't be considered wholesome either. Jim was settled neatly between his legs and he spread them as wide as he could, given the constraints of the fabric pulled down his hips.

He exhaled loudly, and rested a hand on Jim's head. There was excitement and worry and desire and my god Jim what are you doing and love, so much love, coursing though his thoughts, and probably on his face. He tried to look like he was focusing on the play, but there was nothing going on the stage that came near being as exciting as what was happening in front of him.

[cso_spock]

Spock didn’t need to look to know what they were doing, either, because it crashed over him without mercy. After releasing a breath that only Sybok would be able to hear, he hunched forward in his seat, forearms on his thighs and eyes staring unfocused at the carpeted floor.

“Does it hurt you?” Sybok murmured, leaning close with some concern laced in his voice. His hand reached out to touch Spock’s wrist. Fingers moved along his forearm, pushing back the sleeve, and Spock was caught for a moment in the startling familiarity of his brother’s mind against his.

It shouldn’t be there. His father had told him as such many years ago and not more than a few hours before. Your brother possesses a powerful mind and dishonourable intentions. “No,” Spock said, pulling his arm back. “It will not work anymore-and not for this

[kirktastic]

They had plenty of time - they weren't even halfway through the play yet - but considering the circumstances Jim didn't waste much time. He tugged down cloth until he got to flesh beneath, tilting his head to lap up the side of Bones' cock. It was almost stiflingly hot like this, combined with Sha'Kwai's temperature and their location, but the perversion of it Jim loved.

He pulled Bones into his throat, closing his eyes and swallowing. He wanted it to be quick, something fast and dirty without worrying about a damn thing. It was enough that he even forgot about the show he was giving two Vulcans across the way.