Fic: All For One (Star Trek, see notes/warnings)
Title: One For All
Category: fic
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)
Pairing: Jim/Bones (permanent), Jim/Everyone, Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chekov(/Scotty)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1799 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Gangbang fic, open relationship(s), fade-to-black sex
Notes: Written for my 2010 Kink Bingo Square "gangbang" for Amnesty. I actually started writing this shortly after I got the card, but didn't finish it (obviously). Not betaed.
Summary: When Leonard decides they need to take their relationship into the open, it's because he sees Jim needing the relationship itself to be open. If divorce (and Jim) has taught him nothing else, it's the need for compromise. [Or Bones decides that if Jim needs more than he can give, orchestrating the orgy will let him keep Jim and control of the situation.]
Leonard comes by the information, and the idea, from many directions. As a doctor, as a therapist (he has many regrets in life, and that extra specialty is somewhere near the top of the list some days), as Jim's best friend, and as the resident 'bar buddy'.
Somewhere between Jim's reformation from cocky bastard to cocky-bastard-with-a-command and reaching the Neutral Zone for the first time, Bone earns himself the reputation as the designated driver of ~Enterprise~~ landing parties. It's part irony and part damnation, because Leonard's ability to be sober enough to get everyone home came not from abstaining, but from being the last to get shit-faced.
The purpose of shore leave doesn't change - it never had a chance to be a time for him to get sloshed and sloppy. Leonard, Jim, and that pointy-eared bastard go down in shifts with the rest of the crew, switching places when it's time for the next group to go down. One of them is always on the ground. More often than not, when Bones isn't on babysitting duty he'll still get called to come and pick up a few of the light-weights and escort them home.
That's how he ends up listening to Sulu and Chekov list everything from praise for "the Keptin's" fantastic leadership, his good looks and luck, to the odds of his swinging their way.
~Their~~ way. Despite being asked, Leonard offers no opinion on the subject, though he knows Jim swings any which way he wants. That he's been swinging Leonard's way since the Academy isn't anything their drunken minds will truly absorb.
Leonard chews on the idea for a good long while. It's another difference between him and Jim, one they haven't talked about but exists none-the-less. Bitten as Leonard might have been by love, his heart's made for one lover at a time. Jim understands that, respects that even when he mocks Leonard for it, but he's built differently. For Jim, his roving eye has nothing to do with Leonard as a lover, it isn't meant to indicate any lack on Leonard's part. It's just Jim.
Most of the blame, or credit, for the situation lies with Leonard. He was the one to push for discretion; there was enough stacked against them as a crew in the beginning, and dealing with the speculation and any accusations of favoritism would have weakened Jim's already tenuous position.
Scotty is second (or third, depending), seeking his council and offering Saurion brandy in exchange. Jim saved him from isolation and boredom, brought him into a family and onto the 'fleet's dream ship. Leonard can sympathize. Hell, Leonard can tell the same damn story verbatim from his own experiences. Gratitude, admiration, and respect become attraction and affection easily. There is much about Jim to inspire all of that and more.
For the sake of their friendship and because the Scot has loose lips, Leonard tells him he can't help; no explanation is sought. Jim will let him down easy if their engineer gets up the balls to ask, but the probability of that happening is less than Sulu and Chekov propositioning their captain. That's somewhere above Spock offering Leonard a blow job, but so is death by pneumonia.
When Jim starts to get restless, Leonard recognizes the signs. Last time, Jim broke up with him and disappeared for three weeks. For that time, Leonard knew of his whereabouts only by the rumors that went around campus. It was heart-rending, but it put their break-up in a new light and when Jim came back and pleaded for forgiveness, Leonard gave it. When Jim asked for friendship, Leonard gave him everything, but he knew it was just a matter of time until the itch was there again.
And then he catches Uhura's speculative gaze one day, follows it back to Jim, who is staring at Spock's hands with a similar contemplation. Bones rolls his eyes, though no one's paying attention to notice, and shakes his head all the way back to Med bay, grumbling in a rough drawl about magnets and iron filings. He gets it. He also knows what Jim will do about it (nothing) and what the others would do about it (more nothing).
He gets out the last batch of Scotty's crew brew and sets up back-to-back appointments with a select number of people, starting with the ones least likely to play along to the easiest.
* * *
"It's not my birthday," Jim says, grinning because everyone else is happy. Leonard and Uhura are probably the only two to see the uncertainty, Spock too busy being stoic and silent. The look Nyota gives Leonard is encouraging.
They pull out the good whiskey and serve the cake and the talk starts out loud and random and only gets more so as time goes on. There's a drinking game that doesn't last very long, because no one wants to get drunk; Jim, because he's the captain, and everyone else because they know what the real surprise is going to be. The only person to over indulge is Spock, but that's acceptable given the Vulcan reaction to chocolate and the fact that it's Uhura's fault for feeding it to him continuously.
There's a call for a new game and it's Spock who suggests trust exercises as a team-building strategy. Jim complies and then demonstrates his faith first, closing his eyes at Chekov's request and standing still as Sulu's hands come to rest on his shoulders.
Jim leans into the kiss, instinct and desire. Bones knows to the second when reason and memory catches up. Jim pulls away from Sulu's embrace and lands straight in Leonard's. "It's okay," he says gruffly, pressing against Jim's back and sliding his hands down Jim's arm before lifting them around the pilot.
There's hesitation and uncertainty, but Jim leans back against him, indicating his trust in Leonard, that Leonard understands the ramifications of his words, that this is okay.
Still, Bones can tell that Jim is holding back. Leonard tilts his head at Uhura and raises an eyebrow, silently asking what the hell is taking her and her green-blooded goblin so long. She smirks, reaches down to take Spock's hand and pull him closer.
Their approach indicates their participation and Jim relaxes fractionally, catching on even before Leonard speaks again. "Undo his pants," he tells Sulu, who is quick to reach a hand down. He keeps one hand on Jim's shoulder, though, and Leonard can't quite see, but it looks like Chekov is assisting, insinuating himself in the space beside them.
Scotty is last to join the party, least certain of all of them. Chekov edges in closer to Bones, teeth going for Jim's ear in a bite that is as playful as a puppy's nip. Sulu backs up, encourages Scotty into the space between him and Chekov, then goes to his knees.
Jim pulls Scotty into their first kiss before turning his head and capturing Chekov's mouth, his right hand reaching back for Leonard's hip, hand, something. It settles on his hip, at any rate.
When Spock touches Jim for the first time, a shudder runs through him, a full-body wrack that is over in seconds but has everyone pausing and looking to Jim's face and Leonard's for their cue. Leonard drags his arm from Jim's shoulder, down his back and to his waist. "Time to lay him down, kids," he says, gruff and as certain as he can be.
Jim's hand twitches and he leans his head back, aiming a quick and messy kiss against Leonard's jaw before hands are pulling him down and away, spreading him out. Leonard follows him down, slowly enough that he has to interrupt a kiss with Sulu and hand porn with Spock to make a space for himself.
It takes a few minutes of unsexy reconfiguring for everyone to find a position suitable for what they want. Scotty takes over the work of getting Jim's pants down far enough to free his cock. Sulu is the second most confident of their group and when he straddles Jim's chest and is facing Bones, there's only a momentary flash of uncertainty across his face before Chekov works the fastening on his pants and Leonard brushes the corner of Jim's mouth until it opens in /supplication/ and invitation.
Uhura leans over Spock's back, who leans over Jim's left side, Jim's arm across Spock's bent knees. Her weight is easily born by Vulcan strength. She catches Leonard's eye as she commands, "And now stroke. Just the fingertips against the back of his hand." Her skin never comes into contact with Jim, but she derives great pleasure from directing Spock's motions and probably through the bond they share. It's a great compromise for a possessive Vulcan and a voyeuristic human.
Which leaves Chekov the one out of the loop, except Jim's dexterous fingers are working the kid through his pants.
Jim's eyes are closed, the back of his head resting against Leonard's leg while the group works each other to, if not orgasm, then a heightened sense of arousal.
* * *
Jim lies boneless, blanketed by Scotty and Chekov, wrung out and exhausted, but still cognizant enough of his partners that he fulfills his cuddling duties. A hand cards through Chekov's too-long hair, the top of his foot rubbing against Scotty's shins.
Sulu pulls Chekov up, then grins down at the three remaining on the floor. Scotty gives a snore that seems to wake himself back up. He looks vaguely startled for a moment, then Sulu and Chekov are tugging at him. "We're taking this one with us, if you don't mind."
"I dinnae mind," Scotty answers, the groggy words nearly lost to incomprehensibility as he drops his face against Sulu's shoulder. The three spend a moment to straighten their clothes before heading out the door. Leonard hadn't fully considered the aftermath when he'd planned Jim's little party, but they're all bright enough to have figured it out on their own.
Then it's just Jim and Leonard. Jim turns his head so his face is pressed into Leonard's thigh. "Just you and me again."
There's a leer in his voice, the hint of interest. Leonard raises an eyebrow, though his audience isn't looking to see the skepticism on his face. "Time to put you in the shower and then in bed, kid."
Jim laughs and sits up, moving only far enough away to put himself at a better angle to push on Leonard's shoulder. Leonard leans back and lets Jim crawl over him, putting Leonard how he wants him. Jim, who has been petted and fucked, licked and sucked and worshipped, grins down at him with a soft grin. "Your turn, Bones."
Only a fool would argue against the reward on offer, though Leonard knows it's been their turn all night.
Category: fic
Fandom: Star Trek (Reboot)
Pairing: Jim/Bones (permanent), Jim/Everyone, Spock/Uhura, Sulu/Chekov(/Scotty)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1799 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Gangbang fic, open relationship(s), fade-to-black sex
Notes: Written for my 2010 Kink Bingo Square "gangbang" for Amnesty. I actually started writing this shortly after I got the card, but didn't finish it (obviously). Not betaed.
Summary: When Leonard decides they need to take their relationship into the open, it's because he sees Jim needing the relationship itself to be open. If divorce (and Jim) has taught him nothing else, it's the need for compromise. [Or Bones decides that if Jim needs more than he can give, orchestrating the orgy will let him keep Jim and control of the situation.]
Leonard comes by the information, and the idea, from many directions. As a doctor, as a therapist (he has many regrets in life, and that extra specialty is somewhere near the top of the list some days), as Jim's best friend, and as the resident 'bar buddy'.
Somewhere between Jim's reformation from cocky bastard to cocky-bastard-with-a-command and reaching the Neutral Zone for the first time, Bone earns himself the reputation as the designated driver of ~Enterprise~~ landing parties. It's part irony and part damnation, because Leonard's ability to be sober enough to get everyone home came not from abstaining, but from being the last to get shit-faced.
The purpose of shore leave doesn't change - it never had a chance to be a time for him to get sloshed and sloppy. Leonard, Jim, and that pointy-eared bastard go down in shifts with the rest of the crew, switching places when it's time for the next group to go down. One of them is always on the ground. More often than not, when Bones isn't on babysitting duty he'll still get called to come and pick up a few of the light-weights and escort them home.
That's how he ends up listening to Sulu and Chekov list everything from praise for "the Keptin's" fantastic leadership, his good looks and luck, to the odds of his swinging their way.
~Their~~ way. Despite being asked, Leonard offers no opinion on the subject, though he knows Jim swings any which way he wants. That he's been swinging Leonard's way since the Academy isn't anything their drunken minds will truly absorb.
Leonard chews on the idea for a good long while. It's another difference between him and Jim, one they haven't talked about but exists none-the-less. Bitten as Leonard might have been by love, his heart's made for one lover at a time. Jim understands that, respects that even when he mocks Leonard for it, but he's built differently. For Jim, his roving eye has nothing to do with Leonard as a lover, it isn't meant to indicate any lack on Leonard's part. It's just Jim.
Most of the blame, or credit, for the situation lies with Leonard. He was the one to push for discretion; there was enough stacked against them as a crew in the beginning, and dealing with the speculation and any accusations of favoritism would have weakened Jim's already tenuous position.
Scotty is second (or third, depending), seeking his council and offering Saurion brandy in exchange. Jim saved him from isolation and boredom, brought him into a family and onto the 'fleet's dream ship. Leonard can sympathize. Hell, Leonard can tell the same damn story verbatim from his own experiences. Gratitude, admiration, and respect become attraction and affection easily. There is much about Jim to inspire all of that and more.
For the sake of their friendship and because the Scot has loose lips, Leonard tells him he can't help; no explanation is sought. Jim will let him down easy if their engineer gets up the balls to ask, but the probability of that happening is less than Sulu and Chekov propositioning their captain. That's somewhere above Spock offering Leonard a blow job, but so is death by pneumonia.
When Jim starts to get restless, Leonard recognizes the signs. Last time, Jim broke up with him and disappeared for three weeks. For that time, Leonard knew of his whereabouts only by the rumors that went around campus. It was heart-rending, but it put their break-up in a new light and when Jim came back and pleaded for forgiveness, Leonard gave it. When Jim asked for friendship, Leonard gave him everything, but he knew it was just a matter of time until the itch was there again.
And then he catches Uhura's speculative gaze one day, follows it back to Jim, who is staring at Spock's hands with a similar contemplation. Bones rolls his eyes, though no one's paying attention to notice, and shakes his head all the way back to Med bay, grumbling in a rough drawl about magnets and iron filings. He gets it. He also knows what Jim will do about it (nothing) and what the others would do about it (more nothing).
He gets out the last batch of Scotty's crew brew and sets up back-to-back appointments with a select number of people, starting with the ones least likely to play along to the easiest.
* * *
"It's not my birthday," Jim says, grinning because everyone else is happy. Leonard and Uhura are probably the only two to see the uncertainty, Spock too busy being stoic and silent. The look Nyota gives Leonard is encouraging.
They pull out the good whiskey and serve the cake and the talk starts out loud and random and only gets more so as time goes on. There's a drinking game that doesn't last very long, because no one wants to get drunk; Jim, because he's the captain, and everyone else because they know what the real surprise is going to be. The only person to over indulge is Spock, but that's acceptable given the Vulcan reaction to chocolate and the fact that it's Uhura's fault for feeding it to him continuously.
There's a call for a new game and it's Spock who suggests trust exercises as a team-building strategy. Jim complies and then demonstrates his faith first, closing his eyes at Chekov's request and standing still as Sulu's hands come to rest on his shoulders.
Jim leans into the kiss, instinct and desire. Bones knows to the second when reason and memory catches up. Jim pulls away from Sulu's embrace and lands straight in Leonard's. "It's okay," he says gruffly, pressing against Jim's back and sliding his hands down Jim's arm before lifting them around the pilot.
There's hesitation and uncertainty, but Jim leans back against him, indicating his trust in Leonard, that Leonard understands the ramifications of his words, that this is okay.
Still, Bones can tell that Jim is holding back. Leonard tilts his head at Uhura and raises an eyebrow, silently asking what the hell is taking her and her green-blooded goblin so long. She smirks, reaches down to take Spock's hand and pull him closer.
Their approach indicates their participation and Jim relaxes fractionally, catching on even before Leonard speaks again. "Undo his pants," he tells Sulu, who is quick to reach a hand down. He keeps one hand on Jim's shoulder, though, and Leonard can't quite see, but it looks like Chekov is assisting, insinuating himself in the space beside them.
Scotty is last to join the party, least certain of all of them. Chekov edges in closer to Bones, teeth going for Jim's ear in a bite that is as playful as a puppy's nip. Sulu backs up, encourages Scotty into the space between him and Chekov, then goes to his knees.
Jim pulls Scotty into their first kiss before turning his head and capturing Chekov's mouth, his right hand reaching back for Leonard's hip, hand, something. It settles on his hip, at any rate.
When Spock touches Jim for the first time, a shudder runs through him, a full-body wrack that is over in seconds but has everyone pausing and looking to Jim's face and Leonard's for their cue. Leonard drags his arm from Jim's shoulder, down his back and to his waist. "Time to lay him down, kids," he says, gruff and as certain as he can be.
Jim's hand twitches and he leans his head back, aiming a quick and messy kiss against Leonard's jaw before hands are pulling him down and away, spreading him out. Leonard follows him down, slowly enough that he has to interrupt a kiss with Sulu and hand porn with Spock to make a space for himself.
It takes a few minutes of unsexy reconfiguring for everyone to find a position suitable for what they want. Scotty takes over the work of getting Jim's pants down far enough to free his cock. Sulu is the second most confident of their group and when he straddles Jim's chest and is facing Bones, there's only a momentary flash of uncertainty across his face before Chekov works the fastening on his pants and Leonard brushes the corner of Jim's mouth until it opens in /supplication/ and invitation.
Uhura leans over Spock's back, who leans over Jim's left side, Jim's arm across Spock's bent knees. Her weight is easily born by Vulcan strength. She catches Leonard's eye as she commands, "And now stroke. Just the fingertips against the back of his hand." Her skin never comes into contact with Jim, but she derives great pleasure from directing Spock's motions and probably through the bond they share. It's a great compromise for a possessive Vulcan and a voyeuristic human.
Which leaves Chekov the one out of the loop, except Jim's dexterous fingers are working the kid through his pants.
Jim's eyes are closed, the back of his head resting against Leonard's leg while the group works each other to, if not orgasm, then a heightened sense of arousal.
* * *
Jim lies boneless, blanketed by Scotty and Chekov, wrung out and exhausted, but still cognizant enough of his partners that he fulfills his cuddling duties. A hand cards through Chekov's too-long hair, the top of his foot rubbing against Scotty's shins.
Sulu pulls Chekov up, then grins down at the three remaining on the floor. Scotty gives a snore that seems to wake himself back up. He looks vaguely startled for a moment, then Sulu and Chekov are tugging at him. "We're taking this one with us, if you don't mind."
"I dinnae mind," Scotty answers, the groggy words nearly lost to incomprehensibility as he drops his face against Sulu's shoulder. The three spend a moment to straighten their clothes before heading out the door. Leonard hadn't fully considered the aftermath when he'd planned Jim's little party, but they're all bright enough to have figured it out on their own.
Then it's just Jim and Leonard. Jim turns his head so his face is pressed into Leonard's thigh. "Just you and me again."
There's a leer in his voice, the hint of interest. Leonard raises an eyebrow, though his audience isn't looking to see the skepticism on his face. "Time to put you in the shower and then in bed, kid."
Jim laughs and sits up, moving only far enough away to put himself at a better angle to push on Leonard's shoulder. Leonard leans back and lets Jim crawl over him, putting Leonard how he wants him. Jim, who has been petted and fucked, licked and sucked and worshipped, grins down at him with a soft grin. "Your turn, Bones."
Only a fool would argue against the reward on offer, though Leonard knows it's been their turn all night.