Fic : The Mojito Analogy (Kirk/Spock/McCoy) NC17
Word count : 3290
Summary : Kirk, Spock and McCoy are in a relationship but when Kirk is kidnapped the remaining two men must look at their relationship with each other. Features a polyamorous relationship.
Rating : NC17 for graphic sex,
Notes :Written as a special prompt for Help Pakistan forshagungu
“Jim?”
It was the first time that he had heard his given name in months. He had had ‘You’, ‘Kirk’,’Human’,but not Jim. He had kept that safe, for himself. For Spock and Bones.
“Jim?”
He couldn’t tell which voice was which, not after all this time, not after the head injury and the constant beeping of the life support. He waited for the next mention of his name.He could get it if he just heard it one more time.
“Jim?”
Bones. Of course. Spock would never ask more than once. Jim opened his eyes slowly and blinked until Bones came into focus. His brow was furrowed, as usual. Jim tried to eek out a sound but Bones’ reaction was so strong that he gave up. Instead he twitched a finger and warmed all over when Bones noticed the tiny movement and took his hand.
“You’re fine. You’re fine now, just rest. Spock’s on his way but don’t stay awake. You don’t need to be awake for him to talk to you.”
Jim let his eyelids close and used all of his strength to squeeze Bones’ hand.
- - - - -
Bones knew they could be heard in the corridor but he didn’t give a good God damn. “You know there’s a difference between logic and ambivalence and right now I can’t tell which one you’re showing me!”
Spock swallowed and Bones noticed. His hands were clenched and there was a pallidness to his skin. If it weren’t for that Bones seriously wouldn’t be able to guess whether Spock’s lover was missing, presumed dead, or whether the replicator had run out of plomeek soup.
“And I cannot tell whether you are grieving, angry, or vengeful. You are a rush of emotions Leonard and none of them are helping to remedy the situation at hand.”
“The ‘situation at hand’ is that he might be dead and we’re not doing a damn thing about it!”
“We have an away party searching as we speak, we are monitoring...”
Bones grabbed at Spock’s shirt and fisted it, pulling the seemingly immovable man towards him. “I mean WE are not doing anything, you and me! He’s our...He’s ours, and we’re standing here useless.” On the last word Bones heard his own voice crack and turned away. If it were the other way around, if Spock were missing, he and Jim would be doing something. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
“We would be more than useless on the ground. Jim has a second in command and the fleet’s finest doctor. He needs us to fulfill those roles, lead the rescue mission and await his return to sick bay. On the ground we are two more targets to be fired upon, two more unstable elements. My work, and my responsibility, is here.”
Bones choked back a sardonic laugh. “Your responsibility? Your responsibility is the ship? Even at a time like this?”
Spock gathered Bones to him, pressing against his back, sure and steady as marble. “No Leonard, my responsibility is to you.”
- - - - - -
Spock lay in their bed, flat on his back with his arms by his side. Since Jim’s disappearance Leonard had been spending more time away from their shared quarters. Spock often woke to find Leonard beside him, but would have been asleep when he came to bed. He stayed in his office, or drinking late in the officers’ lounge, or anywhere that wasn’t here with him.
Spock recalled the night that their ‘arrangement’ had been cemented. There was strong emotion, Leonard jealous, insecure and in pain, Jim concerned, unsure and desperate. Yet somehow it had worked. Spock and Bones were two immovable objects, Jim was the glue which held them to each other. Without him, without either one of them, it didn’t work.
To lose Jim was the most difficult. Spock had the strongest of feelings for both men. Not a bond, not that exactly, but the strongest of human feelings. Without Jim to re-assure Bones, and to temper Spock, the two existed in a strange limbo, not complimenting each other nor creating enough opposition even for passion. How would Jim put it? When they were off world once he had taken them both to a bar and compared their relationship to a cocktail. Spock and Leonard had looked at each other, amused as Jim tried to force the analogy. “You see Spock, I’m like the rum, and Bones is like the lime, and you’re like the mint leaves, and with one missing, it’s just not a mojito.”
Not quite how Spock would have put it, but Jim seemed particularly wedded to this way of thinking. Without Jim, Spock conceded, they were just lime and mint leaves. He took a deep breath as the door opened and Leonard stumbled in. He waited patiently, ignoring the hushed curses and the banging of boots hitting the floor. Eventually the bed dipped beside him and he waited for the tell tale sounds which showed that Leonard was asleep. When his breaths became heavy and regular, Spock turned onto his side and held him, what Jim would call ‘spooning’. He did not attempt telepathy, only shushed his partner when he grumbled in his sleep, and was careful that his own breaths were soft and warm against Leonard’s neck. It soothed him, because this was what Jim would do.
- - - -
“I don’t need to be coddled.” Bones muttered as he worked at the desk.
Spock looked up from his book. “I believed you to be asleep. I apologise.”
Bones turned to face him. “Well you know that’s just damned creepy Spock, I don’t need it, I don’t need fussing over like a love-starved child.”
“And what of what I need?” Spock heard the words fall from his own lips but had not expected them. This had been happening more and more since Jim’s disappearance, this blurting out of platitudes and emotional responses. “Once more,I apologise. Please disregard what I just said, I am not myself.”
There was a loaded silence which Spock recognised as Leonard feeling guilty and gritting his teeth for an apology. Leonard’s hips clicked as he stood and made his way over to Spock’s chair, crouching at his feet.
“I’m sorry. I woke up and felt someone behind me and I...thought it was him. You’ve never done that before.”
Spock swallowed hard. “I am never envious when we all lie there and he embraces you. He knows I do not like to be held while I sleep. He knows that you do not mind and he knows that you understand his need for the contact.”
Bones chuckled. “He’s like a damn limpet. Always clinging to me,always gotta be touching something, slapping arms, patting on the back. He does it on the bridge too. You ever notice how he holds his chin when he’s thinking, or folds his arms? Needs to be touched, even when he’s the one doing it.”
Spock nodded. “That is most intuitive.”
Bones stood, his hips cracking again. “I don’t mind, if you don’t.” He squeezed Spock’s shoulder and went back to his work.
- - - -
Spock paced, silently acknowledging the fact that he had never paced before in his life. Jim had arrived - in what state he didn't know but Jim had arrived and as hard as it was to agree to being penned up in their quarters he had seen that look in Leonard’s eye which said “Do not test me on this.”
So he paced, and after what seemed like hours Leonard entered, letting the door close behind him. They regarded each other and just as Spock was about to ask the question Leonard’s face broke into a smile and he collapsed into tears. Spock went to him, holding as firm as he could as Leonard sobbed into his shoulder and garbled “he’s fine, he’ll be fine”.
- - - -
“Jim?”
Kirk opened his eyes, seeing the two blue garbed figures in front of him. Through blurry vision they were almost identical. “Hey, Spock. You look after my ship?”
Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes, Captain, she is how you left her.”
“Damn, I was hoping you’d managed to clean up the cargo bay while I was gone.”
Spock stroked his head, an unfamiliar action from him. “How are you feeling?”
“I wanna get up and move around but Dr Bossy Pants here says no.” He glanced over to Bones, who was shaking his head to re-affirm his judgement.
“I believe that Dr Bossy Pants is correct, Jim. You need your rest.”
Jim closed his eyes but grasped for both their hands. “Will you stay just for a minute?” They took his hands, one on each side of his bed, as it had always been.
- - - -
“Please! Come on, Bones, you’re treating me like I’m some whiny little cadet who just skinned his knee, I can deal with it, I feel great!”
“You’re not fit enough yet, not for what you want to do. Another week or so, then...” Bones paused. He had no intention of letting Jim have what he wanted so soon. “Maybe two weeks.”
Jim shook his head in disbelief. “Spock, tell him.”
“I agree with Leonard, it is too soon for you to have penetrative sex, you were injured internally and it would be too much of a risk. You will have to be patient, Jim.”
Bones folded his arms and smirked at Jim. “See? You can’t have your own way all the time, you have to slow down and take my advice, even Spock says so.”
“You two are ganging up on me, don’t think I don’t know you talk about me.” Jim sulked.
Bones shot Spock an amused look as he moved to rub Jim’s shoulders. Spock stepped forward, to sandwich Jim between them. “Now now, no whining. Tell you what, tonight, we’re all off, you can have what you want Prince James, but not that. Anything, but not penetration.”
Jim shifted in their grasp. “You two, while I was away, did you...”
“Once” Spock buried his head in Jim’s hair.
“Once! In three weeks?”
“We weren’t really in the mood, we were too worried about our errant lover who ran off and got himself captured.”
“Then I want to watch you. If you two bullies won’t let me get any then I wanna watch what you did, when I was away.”
Bones smiled “Fine with me. Spock?”
“Of course.”
Jim shifted again, one arm wrapped around Spock’s waist and one reaching back to stroke Bones’ thigh. “Don’t think I’m going to be just watching though. My balls feel like a science officer.”
Spock’s forehead creased in confusion.
“Blue”. Bones said in explanation.
“Ah. Forgive me Jim, I am out of practise at decoding your humour.”
- - - -
Jim settled into a chair, legs apart and fingers steepled. “Strip.”
“Now look here, Your Majesty, if you think you’re going to sit there and make demands like you just paid for us by the hour you have another thing coming.”
“Okay, fine, Spock - strip.”
Spock put his hand to Leonard’s shoulder. “I think it best to acquiesce to his demands, for now.” He pulled his shirt over his head and began to fold it.
“No, no! Strip sexy style, you know what I’m talking about, Bones, show him.”
“I will not, you show him.” Bones smirked, barely able to stay even fake-mad at Jim.
Jim grinned, getting up and pulling the chair over to the bed and beckoning Spock who sat with his hands on his lap. When he was once again sandwiched between his lovers Jim started to move, rolling his shoulders back slowly as he ran a hand down his own chest to unbutton his fly.
“Computer, track six, volume at 60%” Bones drawled as Jim turned to flash him a smile. Suddenly a slow and heavy beat took over as Jim started to unbutton his shirt in painfully slow movements. When it was completely unbuttoned Bones tugged it backwards, letting Jim bend his arms and let the shirt fall to the floor. Jim bent over, gripping the arms of Spock’s chair and wiggling his ass in front of Bones as he let his hot breaths ghost over Spock’s neck and ear. Jim felt hands flat on his ass and turned towards their owner. “Hey! Did I say you could touch?”
Bones held up his hands in apology and Jim turned back to Spock, letting his tongue glance on his collar bone before moving up to lick softly at the sensitive tip of his ear. “Did he do this for you?” Jim whispered.
“Yes, he did everything you do. We both did.”
Jim’s eyes widened as he imagined both of his men roleplaying as him, copying those ministrations that only he would make. “Did you talk dirty to him?”
“Through the link. Not vocally.”
“Did he talk dirty to you?”
“Yes.”
Jim hummed and turned to face Bones, bending over to repeat his moves and calling back to Spock that he could touch. Spock’s fingers trailed over Jim’s ass as Jim whispered to Bones. “What did you say to him? Did he blush?”
“I told him exactly what I wanted him to do, I told him where to touch me, how long for, how hard he should get me.”
Jim reached down to palm his own erection. “Need to get these pants off, why don’t you help me?” He let his head fall on Bones’ shoulder as he unzipped his fly and eased Jim’s pants off to reveal his tight white boxers and the bruises which remained from his ill treatment. “Don’t look at them, look at me”. Jim said, knowing full well what the worry line on Bones’ head meant.
Spock kissed Jim lightly on the ass and pulled him backwards to sit on his lap. Bones went to his knees and pulled down Jim’s boxers, licking and kissing at the inside of his leg as Jim’s cock bounced in Bones’ peripheral vision. Spock wound his hands around Jim’s torso and played with Jim’s nipples as his head fell back to rest on his lover’s shoulder. Bones sucked on Jim’s balls, just the way he liked, before swallowing him down without ceremony. Spock held Jim tightly as he started to writhe and moan, he always was vocal about his pleasure, and with the music still pounding its steady beat their quarters sounded for all the world like the back room of a strip club.
With every moan from Jim, Bones moaned in response around his cock, which made Jim moan louder. Spock nibbled at Jim’s ear, trying to hold him as still as possible. Jim’s body undulated as Bones gripped tighter on his thighs and took him in deeper. Jim stilled for a moment before he gasped and tensed, coming hard. Bones swallowed and left his mouth on Jim as he shook and panted.
When Jim seemed to have his breath back Spock gently pushed him from his lap and let Jim take his place. Spock put out a hand to help Bones stand and started to undress him slowly. Jim noticed the looks passing between them as their clothes were shed, he had no real idea of how they had reacted to the prospect of losing him. They started to kiss tenderly, and this was very new. They kissed, sure, but between those two it was usually hungry and only really during sex, they didn’t make out like Jim did with both of them. They both started to harden, rubbing against each other, hands in each others hair. Jim coughed and grinned at them when they came round and remembered he was still sitting there. “Come on gentlemen, let’s get the show started.”
Spock gave Bones one last peck on the cheek before getting down on the bed and lying on his stomach, his hips canting slightly as Bones moved behind him to get him in position.
“No way!” Jim saw what was about to happen - this was a first. “You’re letting him fuck you?”
“You asked for what we did when you were not here. I felt that it was important for Leonard to be able to penetrate me, you being absent.” Spock managed to sound perfectly cool and calm but let his head drop and breathed wet and heavy as Bones started to lick at his hole.
“Bones! Jesus!” Jim said, to no-one in particular. He watched as Bones started to use any and all methods to open Spock up ; tongue, fingers, both. Spock’s knees trembled and his chest rose and fell with the effort of panting. As Bones started to finger him in earnest Spock let out the tiniest whimper and Jim had to palm his cock to relieve some of the tightness beginning again in his balls. Their matching porcelain skin and dark hair made them look beautiful together.
“I am ready Leonard, you may enter me now.” Spock said with a thick voice.
“Oh my God, that is so hot.” Jim wished he had popcorn. Bones gave his cock a few cursory tugs before starting to push in steadily.
Bones hummed as he started to move in Spock. Spock’s body was solid and still as he was fucked. The only movement was from the shallow rise and fall of his chest and a gentle tremor in his tensed thighs. Bones had one hand clamped on Spock’s right hip, the other tenderly stroking his back. Jim breathed heavier as he watched Bones’ cock slide in and out of Spock. “Give him a little spank, he likes that.”
“I certainly do n---oh!” Spock gasped as Bones’ hand made contact with his ass. “Jim you are incorrigible.”
Bones moved to grasp Spock’s hips with both hands and fuck him in earnest, thrusting fast and straight. He leaned forward and reached around to touch Spock as Jim started to shake and squeeze out his own orgasm. Jim opened his eyes to see Bones’ movements become more erratic and suddenly stutter as he came and collapsed on Spock’s back. Jim jumped up and took over his duties bringing Spock to climax. Bones pulled out and turned Jim’s head towards him, kissing him deeply and massaging Spock’s ass as the man they both loved started to shake and pant. When Spock finally came he gasped, and rolled over, pulling Jim with him. On his back, Spock pulled Jim onto his chest and held out his right arm for Bones to join them.
“You got on fine without me didn’t you? And there I was worrying I’d come back to only one of you in my bed.” Jim stroked Spock’s stomach lazily as Bones tucked in on Spock’s right side.
“We’re not two alternating couples Jim, you know that, we’re a....well....”
“A triumvirate”. Spock butted in.
“Yes, thank you, a triumvirate. We were just waiting for you to get back.”
Jim joined hands with Bones over Spock’s stomach. “You don’t even need me now, you two are so close.” He teased.
“You are correct Jim, Leonard and I do not need you.”
“What?!”
Bones chuckled. “What he means to say is, we can do without you, we just never want to.”
“Hmm,” Jim yawned and pulled a blanket over them. “I love you guys.” He was asleep before they could answer, and when Bones and Spock both heard his breaths even out in sleep they allowed themselves to follow. They would all wake in each others arms the following morning for the first time in weeks, their love the constant in their ever changing world.
Summary : Kirk, Spock and McCoy are in a relationship but when Kirk is kidnapped the remaining two men must look at their relationship with each other. Features a polyamorous relationship.
Rating : NC17 for graphic sex,
Notes :Written as a special prompt for Help Pakistan forshagungu
“Jim?”
It was the first time that he had heard his given name in months. He had had ‘You’, ‘Kirk’,’Human’,but not Jim. He had kept that safe, for himself. For Spock and Bones.
“Jim?”
He couldn’t tell which voice was which, not after all this time, not after the head injury and the constant beeping of the life support. He waited for the next mention of his name.He could get it if he just heard it one more time.
“Jim?”
Bones. Of course. Spock would never ask more than once. Jim opened his eyes slowly and blinked until Bones came into focus. His brow was furrowed, as usual. Jim tried to eek out a sound but Bones’ reaction was so strong that he gave up. Instead he twitched a finger and warmed all over when Bones noticed the tiny movement and took his hand.
“You’re fine. You’re fine now, just rest. Spock’s on his way but don’t stay awake. You don’t need to be awake for him to talk to you.”
Jim let his eyelids close and used all of his strength to squeeze Bones’ hand.
- - - - -
Bones knew they could be heard in the corridor but he didn’t give a good God damn. “You know there’s a difference between logic and ambivalence and right now I can’t tell which one you’re showing me!”
Spock swallowed and Bones noticed. His hands were clenched and there was a pallidness to his skin. If it weren’t for that Bones seriously wouldn’t be able to guess whether Spock’s lover was missing, presumed dead, or whether the replicator had run out of plomeek soup.
“And I cannot tell whether you are grieving, angry, or vengeful. You are a rush of emotions Leonard and none of them are helping to remedy the situation at hand.”
“The ‘situation at hand’ is that he might be dead and we’re not doing a damn thing about it!”
“We have an away party searching as we speak, we are monitoring...”
Bones grabbed at Spock’s shirt and fisted it, pulling the seemingly immovable man towards him. “I mean WE are not doing anything, you and me! He’s our...He’s ours, and we’re standing here useless.” On the last word Bones heard his own voice crack and turned away. If it were the other way around, if Spock were missing, he and Jim would be doing something. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
“We would be more than useless on the ground. Jim has a second in command and the fleet’s finest doctor. He needs us to fulfill those roles, lead the rescue mission and await his return to sick bay. On the ground we are two more targets to be fired upon, two more unstable elements. My work, and my responsibility, is here.”
Bones choked back a sardonic laugh. “Your responsibility? Your responsibility is the ship? Even at a time like this?”
Spock gathered Bones to him, pressing against his back, sure and steady as marble. “No Leonard, my responsibility is to you.”
- - - - - -
Spock lay in their bed, flat on his back with his arms by his side. Since Jim’s disappearance Leonard had been spending more time away from their shared quarters. Spock often woke to find Leonard beside him, but would have been asleep when he came to bed. He stayed in his office, or drinking late in the officers’ lounge, or anywhere that wasn’t here with him.
Spock recalled the night that their ‘arrangement’ had been cemented. There was strong emotion, Leonard jealous, insecure and in pain, Jim concerned, unsure and desperate. Yet somehow it had worked. Spock and Bones were two immovable objects, Jim was the glue which held them to each other. Without him, without either one of them, it didn’t work.
To lose Jim was the most difficult. Spock had the strongest of feelings for both men. Not a bond, not that exactly, but the strongest of human feelings. Without Jim to re-assure Bones, and to temper Spock, the two existed in a strange limbo, not complimenting each other nor creating enough opposition even for passion. How would Jim put it? When they were off world once he had taken them both to a bar and compared their relationship to a cocktail. Spock and Leonard had looked at each other, amused as Jim tried to force the analogy. “You see Spock, I’m like the rum, and Bones is like the lime, and you’re like the mint leaves, and with one missing, it’s just not a mojito.”
Not quite how Spock would have put it, but Jim seemed particularly wedded to this way of thinking. Without Jim, Spock conceded, they were just lime and mint leaves. He took a deep breath as the door opened and Leonard stumbled in. He waited patiently, ignoring the hushed curses and the banging of boots hitting the floor. Eventually the bed dipped beside him and he waited for the tell tale sounds which showed that Leonard was asleep. When his breaths became heavy and regular, Spock turned onto his side and held him, what Jim would call ‘spooning’. He did not attempt telepathy, only shushed his partner when he grumbled in his sleep, and was careful that his own breaths were soft and warm against Leonard’s neck. It soothed him, because this was what Jim would do.
- - - -
“I don’t need to be coddled.” Bones muttered as he worked at the desk.
Spock looked up from his book. “I believed you to be asleep. I apologise.”
Bones turned to face him. “Well you know that’s just damned creepy Spock, I don’t need it, I don’t need fussing over like a love-starved child.”
“And what of what I need?” Spock heard the words fall from his own lips but had not expected them. This had been happening more and more since Jim’s disappearance, this blurting out of platitudes and emotional responses. “Once more,I apologise. Please disregard what I just said, I am not myself.”
There was a loaded silence which Spock recognised as Leonard feeling guilty and gritting his teeth for an apology. Leonard’s hips clicked as he stood and made his way over to Spock’s chair, crouching at his feet.
“I’m sorry. I woke up and felt someone behind me and I...thought it was him. You’ve never done that before.”
Spock swallowed hard. “I am never envious when we all lie there and he embraces you. He knows I do not like to be held while I sleep. He knows that you do not mind and he knows that you understand his need for the contact.”
Bones chuckled. “He’s like a damn limpet. Always clinging to me,always gotta be touching something, slapping arms, patting on the back. He does it on the bridge too. You ever notice how he holds his chin when he’s thinking, or folds his arms? Needs to be touched, even when he’s the one doing it.”
Spock nodded. “That is most intuitive.”
Bones stood, his hips cracking again. “I don’t mind, if you don’t.” He squeezed Spock’s shoulder and went back to his work.
- - - -
Spock paced, silently acknowledging the fact that he had never paced before in his life. Jim had arrived - in what state he didn't know but Jim had arrived and as hard as it was to agree to being penned up in their quarters he had seen that look in Leonard’s eye which said “Do not test me on this.”
So he paced, and after what seemed like hours Leonard entered, letting the door close behind him. They regarded each other and just as Spock was about to ask the question Leonard’s face broke into a smile and he collapsed into tears. Spock went to him, holding as firm as he could as Leonard sobbed into his shoulder and garbled “he’s fine, he’ll be fine”.
- - - -
“Jim?”
Kirk opened his eyes, seeing the two blue garbed figures in front of him. Through blurry vision they were almost identical. “Hey, Spock. You look after my ship?”
Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes, Captain, she is how you left her.”
“Damn, I was hoping you’d managed to clean up the cargo bay while I was gone.”
Spock stroked his head, an unfamiliar action from him. “How are you feeling?”
“I wanna get up and move around but Dr Bossy Pants here says no.” He glanced over to Bones, who was shaking his head to re-affirm his judgement.
“I believe that Dr Bossy Pants is correct, Jim. You need your rest.”
Jim closed his eyes but grasped for both their hands. “Will you stay just for a minute?” They took his hands, one on each side of his bed, as it had always been.
- - - -
“Please! Come on, Bones, you’re treating me like I’m some whiny little cadet who just skinned his knee, I can deal with it, I feel great!”
“You’re not fit enough yet, not for what you want to do. Another week or so, then...” Bones paused. He had no intention of letting Jim have what he wanted so soon. “Maybe two weeks.”
Jim shook his head in disbelief. “Spock, tell him.”
“I agree with Leonard, it is too soon for you to have penetrative sex, you were injured internally and it would be too much of a risk. You will have to be patient, Jim.”
Bones folded his arms and smirked at Jim. “See? You can’t have your own way all the time, you have to slow down and take my advice, even Spock says so.”
“You two are ganging up on me, don’t think I don’t know you talk about me.” Jim sulked.
Bones shot Spock an amused look as he moved to rub Jim’s shoulders. Spock stepped forward, to sandwich Jim between them. “Now now, no whining. Tell you what, tonight, we’re all off, you can have what you want Prince James, but not that. Anything, but not penetration.”
Jim shifted in their grasp. “You two, while I was away, did you...”
“Once” Spock buried his head in Jim’s hair.
“Once! In three weeks?”
“We weren’t really in the mood, we were too worried about our errant lover who ran off and got himself captured.”
“Then I want to watch you. If you two bullies won’t let me get any then I wanna watch what you did, when I was away.”
Bones smiled “Fine with me. Spock?”
“Of course.”
Jim shifted again, one arm wrapped around Spock’s waist and one reaching back to stroke Bones’ thigh. “Don’t think I’m going to be just watching though. My balls feel like a science officer.”
Spock’s forehead creased in confusion.
“Blue”. Bones said in explanation.
“Ah. Forgive me Jim, I am out of practise at decoding your humour.”
- - - -
Jim settled into a chair, legs apart and fingers steepled. “Strip.”
“Now look here, Your Majesty, if you think you’re going to sit there and make demands like you just paid for us by the hour you have another thing coming.”
“Okay, fine, Spock - strip.”
Spock put his hand to Leonard’s shoulder. “I think it best to acquiesce to his demands, for now.” He pulled his shirt over his head and began to fold it.
“No, no! Strip sexy style, you know what I’m talking about, Bones, show him.”
“I will not, you show him.” Bones smirked, barely able to stay even fake-mad at Jim.
Jim grinned, getting up and pulling the chair over to the bed and beckoning Spock who sat with his hands on his lap. When he was once again sandwiched between his lovers Jim started to move, rolling his shoulders back slowly as he ran a hand down his own chest to unbutton his fly.
“Computer, track six, volume at 60%” Bones drawled as Jim turned to flash him a smile. Suddenly a slow and heavy beat took over as Jim started to unbutton his shirt in painfully slow movements. When it was completely unbuttoned Bones tugged it backwards, letting Jim bend his arms and let the shirt fall to the floor. Jim bent over, gripping the arms of Spock’s chair and wiggling his ass in front of Bones as he let his hot breaths ghost over Spock’s neck and ear. Jim felt hands flat on his ass and turned towards their owner. “Hey! Did I say you could touch?”
Bones held up his hands in apology and Jim turned back to Spock, letting his tongue glance on his collar bone before moving up to lick softly at the sensitive tip of his ear. “Did he do this for you?” Jim whispered.
“Yes, he did everything you do. We both did.”
Jim’s eyes widened as he imagined both of his men roleplaying as him, copying those ministrations that only he would make. “Did you talk dirty to him?”
“Through the link. Not vocally.”
“Did he talk dirty to you?”
“Yes.”
Jim hummed and turned to face Bones, bending over to repeat his moves and calling back to Spock that he could touch. Spock’s fingers trailed over Jim’s ass as Jim whispered to Bones. “What did you say to him? Did he blush?”
“I told him exactly what I wanted him to do, I told him where to touch me, how long for, how hard he should get me.”
Jim reached down to palm his own erection. “Need to get these pants off, why don’t you help me?” He let his head fall on Bones’ shoulder as he unzipped his fly and eased Jim’s pants off to reveal his tight white boxers and the bruises which remained from his ill treatment. “Don’t look at them, look at me”. Jim said, knowing full well what the worry line on Bones’ head meant.
Spock kissed Jim lightly on the ass and pulled him backwards to sit on his lap. Bones went to his knees and pulled down Jim’s boxers, licking and kissing at the inside of his leg as Jim’s cock bounced in Bones’ peripheral vision. Spock wound his hands around Jim’s torso and played with Jim’s nipples as his head fell back to rest on his lover’s shoulder. Bones sucked on Jim’s balls, just the way he liked, before swallowing him down without ceremony. Spock held Jim tightly as he started to writhe and moan, he always was vocal about his pleasure, and with the music still pounding its steady beat their quarters sounded for all the world like the back room of a strip club.
With every moan from Jim, Bones moaned in response around his cock, which made Jim moan louder. Spock nibbled at Jim’s ear, trying to hold him as still as possible. Jim’s body undulated as Bones gripped tighter on his thighs and took him in deeper. Jim stilled for a moment before he gasped and tensed, coming hard. Bones swallowed and left his mouth on Jim as he shook and panted.
When Jim seemed to have his breath back Spock gently pushed him from his lap and let Jim take his place. Spock put out a hand to help Bones stand and started to undress him slowly. Jim noticed the looks passing between them as their clothes were shed, he had no real idea of how they had reacted to the prospect of losing him. They started to kiss tenderly, and this was very new. They kissed, sure, but between those two it was usually hungry and only really during sex, they didn’t make out like Jim did with both of them. They both started to harden, rubbing against each other, hands in each others hair. Jim coughed and grinned at them when they came round and remembered he was still sitting there. “Come on gentlemen, let’s get the show started.”
Spock gave Bones one last peck on the cheek before getting down on the bed and lying on his stomach, his hips canting slightly as Bones moved behind him to get him in position.
“No way!” Jim saw what was about to happen - this was a first. “You’re letting him fuck you?”
“You asked for what we did when you were not here. I felt that it was important for Leonard to be able to penetrate me, you being absent.” Spock managed to sound perfectly cool and calm but let his head drop and breathed wet and heavy as Bones started to lick at his hole.
“Bones! Jesus!” Jim said, to no-one in particular. He watched as Bones started to use any and all methods to open Spock up ; tongue, fingers, both. Spock’s knees trembled and his chest rose and fell with the effort of panting. As Bones started to finger him in earnest Spock let out the tiniest whimper and Jim had to palm his cock to relieve some of the tightness beginning again in his balls. Their matching porcelain skin and dark hair made them look beautiful together.
“I am ready Leonard, you may enter me now.” Spock said with a thick voice.
“Oh my God, that is so hot.” Jim wished he had popcorn. Bones gave his cock a few cursory tugs before starting to push in steadily.
Bones hummed as he started to move in Spock. Spock’s body was solid and still as he was fucked. The only movement was from the shallow rise and fall of his chest and a gentle tremor in his tensed thighs. Bones had one hand clamped on Spock’s right hip, the other tenderly stroking his back. Jim breathed heavier as he watched Bones’ cock slide in and out of Spock. “Give him a little spank, he likes that.”
“I certainly do n---oh!” Spock gasped as Bones’ hand made contact with his ass. “Jim you are incorrigible.”
Bones moved to grasp Spock’s hips with both hands and fuck him in earnest, thrusting fast and straight. He leaned forward and reached around to touch Spock as Jim started to shake and squeeze out his own orgasm. Jim opened his eyes to see Bones’ movements become more erratic and suddenly stutter as he came and collapsed on Spock’s back. Jim jumped up and took over his duties bringing Spock to climax. Bones pulled out and turned Jim’s head towards him, kissing him deeply and massaging Spock’s ass as the man they both loved started to shake and pant. When Spock finally came he gasped, and rolled over, pulling Jim with him. On his back, Spock pulled Jim onto his chest and held out his right arm for Bones to join them.
“You got on fine without me didn’t you? And there I was worrying I’d come back to only one of you in my bed.” Jim stroked Spock’s stomach lazily as Bones tucked in on Spock’s right side.
“We’re not two alternating couples Jim, you know that, we’re a....well....”
“A triumvirate”. Spock butted in.
“Yes, thank you, a triumvirate. We were just waiting for you to get back.”
Jim joined hands with Bones over Spock’s stomach. “You don’t even need me now, you two are so close.” He teased.
“You are correct Jim, Leonard and I do not need you.”
“What?!”
Bones chuckled. “What he means to say is, we can do without you, we just never want to.”
“Hmm,” Jim yawned and pulled a blanket over them. “I love you guys.” He was asleep before they could answer, and when Bones and Spock both heard his breaths even out in sleep they allowed themselves to follow. They would all wake in each others arms the following morning for the first time in weeks, their love the constant in their ever changing world.