SHIP WARS: TEAM MCSPIRK: PROMPT 3 ENTRY
Title: Three times Doctor McCoy’s medical reports didn’t tell the whole truth
Ship: McSpirk (McCoy/Spock/Kirk)
Author: boldlynaps
Beta: immy_kiko
Rating: R
Warnings: gay sex, references to BDSM
Disclaimer: Star Trek isn’t mine.
A/N: I’m a fanfiction writer, not a doctor! Apologies to anyone that knows anything in the medical field for my made up doctoring. I wrote this Reboot, but I don’t think there’s any reason you couldn’t read it as TOS, if so inclined. Many thanks to my beta. ♥
Official Medical Record for James T. Kirk: Patient presented with strained hamstrings, sartorius and gracilis on both the right and left legs. The light muscle regenerator was applied, and the patient was instructed to warm up before attempting advanced Pilates moves again.
An hour after he had watched Kirk and Spock slip out of the dull celebratory dinner, McCoy quietly let himself into the guestroom that had been granted to them for the night. He heard the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the occasional grunt from Kirk, fuck, yes or harder. Kirk was on his back, knees spread and feet hanging in the air as Spock knelt over him, rhythmically thrusting. They didn’t cease their activities as McCoy approached, and McCoy settled next to them on the bed, undoing his button and zipper on those hated dress trousers and sliding a hand down his stomach to grab his already hardening cock.
“Leonard,” Spock said looking over at McCoy and not easing up on the brutal pounding he was giving Kirk, “do not ejaculate until I tell you that it is permissible.”
Well, there went McCoy’s plan of sticking his cock down Jim’s gaping mouth. Instead, he used his thumb to smear the pre-come across the head of his cock. Spock hooked Kirk’s knees under his arms, causing another flurry of cursing to erupt from Kirk’s mouth. McCoy kept moving his hand underneath his pants.
“If you continue with self-stimulation, you will ejaculate too early,” Spock admonished. McCoy shrugged.
Spock took McCoy’s seeming indifference as a challenge. Looking straight at McCoy he pinched Kirk’s nipple causing Kirk to gasp a fuck, Spooock as he squirmed and writhed below him.
McCoy didn’t remove his hand from his pants and began suggestively sucking on two fingers of his other hand, raising an eyebrow to say is that all you got?
Spock lifted and pushed Kirk so they both turned a few degrees to the right, to give McCoy a better viewing of the proceedings. He moved Kirk’s legs to different angles, letting Kirk’s moans tell him where the best spots were.
McCoy refused to stop jerking off; as Kirk was coming McCoy knew what would happen next. McCoy leaned over and messily kissed Jim a greeting through his orgasmic haze before Spock manhandled McCoy, pulling his trousers down and forcing McCoy over the table.
Finally, McCoy thought.
Official Medical Record for Spock: Patient presented with contusion on the right side of his head. The dermal regenerator was applied and the patient was instructed to more cautious when entering and exiting the shower where the floors may be slippery.
When the morning alarm went off, McCoy only had room in his head for two things: coffee and a shower. When Spock opened the door to the shower, McCoy instantly replaced coffee with sex. McCoy stepped back and raised the water temperature as high as he could stand it so that Spock could get in. Spock entered and used an arm to pull McCoy to himself and they kissed under the water, grinding their cocks into the other’s thigh until McCoy had to break the kiss to breathe.
Vulcan-strong arms easily raised McCoy up so he could clasp his legs around Spock’s waist and he held on with his arms around Spock’s neck as Spock began preparing McCoy with firm but gentle fingers. It wasn’t the easiest way to have sex, but Spock liked it that way.
“I’m going to be late,” McCoy said, biting Spock’s ear.
“How late will depend on you,” Spock replied. His preparations finished, he lifted McCoy up and lowered him down onto his cock, McCoy’s breath hitching as he adjusted to Spock’s cock in him. Spock waited just long enough before again lifting McCoy up, each time sliding down harder on Spock’s cock. Each movement was met with a harsh kiss from McCoy onto Spock’s neck and shoulders, wherever he could reach.
“I’m late,” McCoy told Spock’s ear again.
“When I ejaculate, you can leave,” he replied. McCoy took over the rhythm, using his leg muscles to help propel him up and down Spock’s shaft, as fast and hard as he could manage, punctuating each bounce with a nip to Spock’s collarbone and he found himself coming in only a few thrusts.
Spock could go on for hours, so McCoy grabbed Spock’s hand to his face, letting Spock arrange his fingers to the meld points. The moment their minds joined, McCoy opened his mind up completely to Spock and showed him how he had felt when he had come, and an image from the last time he and Kirk had screwed.
As Spock came, the force caused him to step backwards and hit his head against the showerhead. McCoy’s fingers were there instantly and didn’t detect anything serious.
“Come to my office later, I'll see about your head,” McCoy offered as he lowered his shaking legs and grabbed a towel.
Official Medical Record for Leonard H. McCoy: Patient presented with contusions on his right and left ankles and his right and left wrists, welts from his shoulders down to his thighs. The dermal regenerator was applied although the patient requested that some of the marks on his trapezius be left to heal on their own. Patient instructed to be more careful when exploring alien planets.
Even the heavy collar on McCoy wasn’t enough to keep him well-behaved tonight. Spock had offered him the gag if he couldn’t refrain from speaking, but that wasn’t what McCoy needed.
Kirk gave him one more chance, but McCoy laughed and insulted both sets of their parentage. As Kirk went to get the whip, Spock used the restraints on the bed to tie McCoy face down, Spock biting his shoulder-blades as he went.
With every slash of the whip from Kirk, McCoy dutifully panted I am yours.
When Kirk was finished for the moment, Spock asked McCoy: “Are you now ready to act in the manner that becomes one of my lovers?”
McCoy didn’t even pause. “No.”
Ship: McSpirk (McCoy/Spock/Kirk)
Author: boldlynaps
Beta: immy_kiko
Rating: R
Warnings: gay sex, references to BDSM
Disclaimer: Star Trek isn’t mine.
A/N: I’m a fanfiction writer, not a doctor! Apologies to anyone that knows anything in the medical field for my made up doctoring. I wrote this Reboot, but I don’t think there’s any reason you couldn’t read it as TOS, if so inclined. Many thanks to my beta. ♥
Official Medical Record for James T. Kirk: Patient presented with strained hamstrings, sartorius and gracilis on both the right and left legs. The light muscle regenerator was applied, and the patient was instructed to warm up before attempting advanced Pilates moves again.
An hour after he had watched Kirk and Spock slip out of the dull celebratory dinner, McCoy quietly let himself into the guestroom that had been granted to them for the night. He heard the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, punctuated by the occasional grunt from Kirk, fuck, yes or harder. Kirk was on his back, knees spread and feet hanging in the air as Spock knelt over him, rhythmically thrusting. They didn’t cease their activities as McCoy approached, and McCoy settled next to them on the bed, undoing his button and zipper on those hated dress trousers and sliding a hand down his stomach to grab his already hardening cock.
“Leonard,” Spock said looking over at McCoy and not easing up on the brutal pounding he was giving Kirk, “do not ejaculate until I tell you that it is permissible.”
Well, there went McCoy’s plan of sticking his cock down Jim’s gaping mouth. Instead, he used his thumb to smear the pre-come across the head of his cock. Spock hooked Kirk’s knees under his arms, causing another flurry of cursing to erupt from Kirk’s mouth. McCoy kept moving his hand underneath his pants.
“If you continue with self-stimulation, you will ejaculate too early,” Spock admonished. McCoy shrugged.
Spock took McCoy’s seeming indifference as a challenge. Looking straight at McCoy he pinched Kirk’s nipple causing Kirk to gasp a fuck, Spooock as he squirmed and writhed below him.
McCoy didn’t remove his hand from his pants and began suggestively sucking on two fingers of his other hand, raising an eyebrow to say is that all you got?
Spock lifted and pushed Kirk so they both turned a few degrees to the right, to give McCoy a better viewing of the proceedings. He moved Kirk’s legs to different angles, letting Kirk’s moans tell him where the best spots were.
McCoy refused to stop jerking off; as Kirk was coming McCoy knew what would happen next. McCoy leaned over and messily kissed Jim a greeting through his orgasmic haze before Spock manhandled McCoy, pulling his trousers down and forcing McCoy over the table.
Finally, McCoy thought.
Official Medical Record for Spock: Patient presented with contusion on the right side of his head. The dermal regenerator was applied and the patient was instructed to more cautious when entering and exiting the shower where the floors may be slippery.
When the morning alarm went off, McCoy only had room in his head for two things: coffee and a shower. When Spock opened the door to the shower, McCoy instantly replaced coffee with sex. McCoy stepped back and raised the water temperature as high as he could stand it so that Spock could get in. Spock entered and used an arm to pull McCoy to himself and they kissed under the water, grinding their cocks into the other’s thigh until McCoy had to break the kiss to breathe.
Vulcan-strong arms easily raised McCoy up so he could clasp his legs around Spock’s waist and he held on with his arms around Spock’s neck as Spock began preparing McCoy with firm but gentle fingers. It wasn’t the easiest way to have sex, but Spock liked it that way.
“I’m going to be late,” McCoy said, biting Spock’s ear.
“How late will depend on you,” Spock replied. His preparations finished, he lifted McCoy up and lowered him down onto his cock, McCoy’s breath hitching as he adjusted to Spock’s cock in him. Spock waited just long enough before again lifting McCoy up, each time sliding down harder on Spock’s cock. Each movement was met with a harsh kiss from McCoy onto Spock’s neck and shoulders, wherever he could reach.
“I’m late,” McCoy told Spock’s ear again.
“When I ejaculate, you can leave,” he replied. McCoy took over the rhythm, using his leg muscles to help propel him up and down Spock’s shaft, as fast and hard as he could manage, punctuating each bounce with a nip to Spock’s collarbone and he found himself coming in only a few thrusts.
Spock could go on for hours, so McCoy grabbed Spock’s hand to his face, letting Spock arrange his fingers to the meld points. The moment their minds joined, McCoy opened his mind up completely to Spock and showed him how he had felt when he had come, and an image from the last time he and Kirk had screwed.
As Spock came, the force caused him to step backwards and hit his head against the showerhead. McCoy’s fingers were there instantly and didn’t detect anything serious.
“Come to my office later, I'll see about your head,” McCoy offered as he lowered his shaking legs and grabbed a towel.
Official Medical Record for Leonard H. McCoy: Patient presented with contusions on his right and left ankles and his right and left wrists, welts from his shoulders down to his thighs. The dermal regenerator was applied although the patient requested that some of the marks on his trapezius be left to heal on their own. Patient instructed to be more careful when exploring alien planets.
Even the heavy collar on McCoy wasn’t enough to keep him well-behaved tonight. Spock had offered him the gag if he couldn’t refrain from speaking, but that wasn’t what McCoy needed.
Kirk gave him one more chance, but McCoy laughed and insulted both sets of their parentage. As Kirk went to get the whip, Spock used the restraints on the bed to tie McCoy face down, Spock biting his shoulder-blades as he went.
With every slash of the whip from Kirk, McCoy dutifully panted I am yours.
When Kirk was finished for the moment, Spock asked McCoy: “Are you now ready to act in the manner that becomes one of my lovers?”
McCoy didn’t even pause. “No.”