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It's been a long day of non stop surgeries and hastily inhaling coffee when he isn't busy, Josh feels the ache in his feet and dull throbbing in his head as he walks down the hallway to leave. Go home and have a nice brew of herbal tea, sit back and watch some mindless TV and game shows until he falls asleep. Of course that is until he hears a quiet sniffing noise as he walks past someone's office, he shouldn't but Josh knows he'd feel infinitely guilty walking past and not helping. He turns and sees the looking placard of ‘Dr Wolf’, he's not equipped to deal with this, not when all he wants to do is sleep but curiosity gets the best of him.
“Wolf, you in there?” he gently knocks on the door.
No reply, he's probably hoping that Josh leaves him alone but he is a stubborn man that when he does something he's committed. Josh takes in a breath before announcing:
“I'm coming in.”
The sight he's met with is well it pulls at his heart because he's never seen the stoic doctor in such a state.
“Nichols… What are you?” Wolf trails off, refusing to make eye contact with him.
“I heard something, I just wanted to make sure you're alright. Which clearly you're not but I shouldn't intrude, I'll just…”
“You-you can stay,” Wolf glances at him, eyes shimmering “If you'd like.”
“Of course.”
Josh sits down, sighing in relief as his feet are killing him but also he's glad that Wolf trusts him enough to see him like this even if they aren't massively close though he wishes they were and that he wasn't such an asshole to new people and scaring them off like a vulture. Wolf doesn't seem to mind his sarcastic nature even if he frowns upon it, they certainly have an opposites attract dynamic which he appreciates.
“To be honest I'm not sure why I'm upset or crying. It's unusual.” he admits and fidgets with his fingers.
“It's natural Wolf, sometimes it can be a combination of things; difficult patients, personal conflicts, anything. I think it's alright to just let it out sometime.”
“I suppose.”
They drift into silence, Wolf has stopped sniffling but his eyes are all puffy and red. Nichols fishes a packet of tissues out his bag and hands them to the other doctor wordlessly who accepts with a muttering thanks.
“How about we go to the coffee shop around the corner? They do great bagels.”
“I'd like that.” He smiles.
Josh feels the urge to touch Wolf's cheek and hold him close, usually he's not a physical person but he gets the vibe that Wolf is. Incessant, pesky thoughts, they've barely gotten past the colleagues stage and the last thing he'd want to do is push his feelings onto the man when he has enough to deal with. These feelings seemingly came out of nowhere and he hates that all it took was some probably-not-flirting and being ignored as unfortunately he always goes after the ones that are the hardest to get. Josh sighs as they make their way through the constantly busy halls of the hospital. Briefly he swears he sees one of Wolf's puppy dog interns smiling at him but he chooses to ignore that.
Thankfully this coffee shop stays open late, he elects to get a chamomile tea whilst Wolf chooses some matcha tea. Of course he also gets a poppy seed bagel with cream cheese. He watches Wolf search for his wallet and curse when he realizes he left it in his office, Josh smiles and pays for them both. He looks like he's about to insist to pay him back but Josh shakes his head.
“Don't worry about it.” he winks and taps his card.
Instead of going back home or to the other doctors office, they sit at the back of the shop. He can feel the awkwardness emanating from Wolf as he nervously plays with his jacket and refuses to make eye contact, when the beverages and food arrives he seems to relax a little more and Josh can't help but feel like this is a date. It's not of course but there's nothing wrong with a little hope and imagination.
“Thank you.” Wolf says, sipping his tea and taking a bite out of his bagel.
“Of course, I'm glad we got over our difficult start. You're not so bad, Wolf.”
“You're not so bad yourself, Nichols.” he rolls his eyes.
Josh laughs, it's not funny but he can't help it. The rest of the not-date is spent talking about patients because they wouldn't be doctors if they didn't have the odd light gossip still maintaining patient confidentiality of course. Wolf has had it busy lately with weird and wonderful patients that he'd heard about from others, someone he'd missed a whole case about a group of girls having stress induced hysteria that caused fake pregnancies. Josh watched Wolf excitedly explain what had happened and he couldn't help but notice how his brown irises just light up when he talks about his passion and the weird abnormalities that happen day to day in his field. Not that there aren't any in his though most of them aren't neurological.
He'd long since finished his tea when they decided to part ways with a profuse thanks from Wolf.
“One more thing,” Wolf turns around, he feels a flash of anxiety. “You can call me Josh if you'd like.”
“Oliver then. Goodnight Josh.”
Josh is smiling to himself on his drive home through the dark winter night, he's glad to have hopefully eased the upset from Wolf- no- Oliver even if he's not the best at dealing with that kind of thing. When he gets home, he ends up making a quick dinner before flopping on his bed with a sense of satisfaction. Falling asleep thinking of those deep irises, emotional face and how his voice sounded saying his name.
Warning: sex, it's just sex with a side serving of the feels.
Spock/Kirk
Kiscon Bingo: On the tip of your tongue, tummy kisses
Jim is stuck in an escape pod that is definitely not meant for more than one person. And Spock is on top of him.
They hadn’t had much of a choice, though, when it was the only pod available while trying to evade capture by whatever unknown species was after them— no time to think too hard about it. They’d crammed in as best they could and now Jim is lying on his back in the dimly lit pod with his first officer’s weight on him as he tinkers with the wires overhead, trying to find out where the pod is taking them.
He's trying to stay still to let Spock work, graciously trying to tamp down his growing arousal as Spock shifts around, his rear end very close to his groin. Of course this would happen to him. When he's absolutely head over heels for the half-Vulcan above him. Briefly, he fantasizes about his dick thrusting into Spock's pert ass. He bites back a moan and tries to think of the most unsexy thing, but he's coming up short, his erection growing. All the feelings inside him threaten to overflow like a dam breaking, only needing a nudge to start the flood. Spock shifts again, and his posterior is practically cradling his bulge. The fabric barrier of their uniform trousers make it no less obvious that he's rock hard.
Neither of them say anything. Maybe Spock didn't notice.
That could've been the case, had Jim not ruined it by groaning Spock's name when he moved again.
“Sorry! It's just ah, a little hot in here.” He tries to laugh it off.
“Jim.” Spock's low voice is laced with something new.
“Yes Mr. Spock?” Jim's voice wavers. He forces his hips to keep still.
Spock doesn't say anything for a moment, but then Jim hears it: a small, barely audible gasp from the man above him. His hips thrust of their own accord. He's about to apologise profusely when Spock moans and grinds down on his dick, making him see stars.
“Spock?” he whispers.
“Yes?”
“Are you okay with this? Gods, I never thought this would happen…” Jim sighs dreamily.
“I am more than fine with this. However, I wish I could see your face, Jim.”
“Me too, but I think if we try to move, one of us would end up with a broken bone or two. But we can still make this better… Can I try something?”
“Please do.”
Jim grabs Spock's hips and gestures for him to move upwards, just enough for Jim to undo his fly and let his cock spring free. Both of them moan and Jim wants to savour that beautiful sound forever. His dick slides against the fabric of Spock’s pants, and together they awkwardly shift them downward to feel the relief of skin on skin. They position themselves a little better, with Spock's head resting against his neck, sleek black hair tickling his skin. He brings a hand to stroke the silky hair and revels in the soft purr from Spock, straining his neck to see the blush dusting Spock’s cheek and the tips of his ears – Jim wants to lick those pretty pointed tips. Later, he hopes.
His dick is trapped against Spock’s ass, and as if reading his mind, Spock scoots back a little more, now resting at his chin. Jim gasps as he feels his cock slip between Spock’s legs, and Spock, too, is breathing heavily. To hear Spock beginning to fall apart on top of him is glorious. Quickly he takes Spock in his hand, gently stroking his length – it's more sticky than he'd imagined. He feels ridges along the shaft and the head is bulbous, leaking more pre-come than a human would, his hand already coated. Spock writhes above him, groaning as Jim jerks him off slowly. He gasps as Spock moves, his own cock twitching.
“Fuck, Spock you feel so good.” He thrusts upwards and his cock rubs against the base of Spock’s dick.
“As do you, Captain…”
Jim stops stroking Spock in favour of using the fluid obtained to slather it on his own member, pushing at Spock's lower back in the process. He didn't expect such a simple touch to make the Vulcan to whimper, nor make his hips to jerk upwards. He bumps against the ceiling, then flops back down onto Jim’s chest. Jim removes his hand from his dick and places it questioningly against Spock’s chest, panic rushing through him.
“Uh, did I do something?”
“Y-yes… you stimulated my chenesi. Vulcan testicles are – ah – internal, unlike humans’. Perhaps I should have informed you.” Spock stuttered through the sentence, moaning as Jim ghosted a hand over his nipples.
“So. If I do this…” Jim lifts the Vulcan upward with one hand and uses the other to press the same spot. Spock gasps and squirms about. “Then you'll melt into a puddle? Noted,” he teases. “Now let's get back on track, shall we?”
Spock doesn't say anything, his brain apparently scrambled and body melted. Jim smiles, getting back to what he was doing. Now that his dick is coated in Spock's self-lubricant, it slides against him better. He lets his hand travel back down Spock’s body, moving through the hair until he reaches his prize. Perhaps when they do this again Jim’ll have more time to worship his first officer's body like he deserves, but for now he settles into a faster pace, thrusting desperately as he jerks the Vulcan off. Spock is moaning and panting and Jim groans in response, whispering sweet nothings into those pretty pointed ears.
It doesn't take long before Jim's crashing over the edge, coming almost inside of Spock's ass, and then Spock is shouting his name as he releases over Jim's hand and his own stomach. It's glorious, the feeling of Spock's body on his, his face buried in silky black hair.
Jim sighs, shifting after a moment to tuck his spent cock back into his pants, making sure not to touch Spock's erogenous zones this time. Spock follows suit, heedless of the mess beneath his shirt, and immediately goes back to tinkering with the panel above him as if they hadn't just done the deed together. Jim should have expected nothing less, if he's honest.
“Spock?” he says, hoping his voice doesn't give him away.
“Yes, Jim. I have wanted to do this with you for a long while now and I would be amenable for future repetitions.”
“‘Future repetitions’? Is this your way of saying you want to be in a, uh, romantic relationship?”
“Indeed. I sensed you would like that too.”
“God, yes” he says, nearly laughing with relief. “If only we'd gotten stuck in an escape pod sooner, huh?”
Spock’s huff suggests he's amused. He wonders how long Spock has harboured feelings of this nature – longer than him? Jim decides it doesn’t matter. All that does is that they finally had the guts to do something about it. Even if it was not what he’d imagined their first time together would be like.
In the end, they were able to rendezvous with the Enterprise after landing on a desolate planet and setting up a homing beacon for her to track. Scotty had welcomed them back and apologised for the delay, saying the reason they'd got stranded on a different planet was because the hostile species that had jammed the transporters, subsequently capturing them both. It certainly was an eventful mission.
Jim smiles at Spock as he leads him to his room, Spock's ears dusted with a light greenish-yellow hue, a sight to behold. He wastes no time in bringing Spock in for a passionate kiss, snaking an arm around his neck and walking them back toward his bed. Spock’s tongue darts around his mouth as they embrace, making Jim hum in appreciation, pulling their hips flush together. Both of them already hard and wanting, Jim breaks the kiss with a gasp.
“Spock…” He moans, pushing him gently down onto his bed.
“What do you want, Jim?”
“I want to worship you, is that too much?”
He looks away a little shyly, if it were anyone else he'd never second guess himself but it's Spock. His first officer, his friend, and now newly-minted partner, he has never felt so strongly about another person before and he doesn't want to come off as too much or anything at all.
“Never.” Spock’s voice is low, desire coating it like sweet honey.
Driven by the force of Spock's half-lidded eyes, Jim straddles Spock's hips and undresses him with his eyes. Taking time to observe and memorise each part of his new lover’s body, first he brings his fingers through the black hair atop Spock's head and then leans in to kiss those lovely pointed ears. Jim licks a stripe up the soft shell from lobe to tip, the Vulcan below him sighing and purring quietly. He leans back to look into Spock's brown irises that sparkle and gaze back at him with longing and love – his lips are parted ever so slightly and Jim's finger strokes them. He slips the finger inside and Spock makes a noise Jim has never heard him make, which of course fuels him to put another digit in and explore his first officer’s mouth, curling his fingers around his tongue. As Spock moans and gasps, he resists grinding down, even if his dick is straining in his pants for more friction. No, he longs to meticulously navigate Spock's body like he would the stars.
Next he takes his fingers out with a wet pop, trailing them down to his neck, blocked by Spock's uniform. With Spock’s assistance he rids him of it, then flings off his own shirt and undershirt. He returns to trailing his hands down through the wiry black hair covering Spock's body. He pinches both nipples gently and Spock keens, his hips thrusting upwards and his erection pressing against Jim's ass, making him groan and pinch harder, which draws a whimper from Spock.
“Patience, Sweetheart.” The nickname rolls off the tip of his tongue, and Spock seems to appreciate it as he hums.
Jim moves on from the pert nubs, ghosting his hand over Spock's heart at his side, moving across his tummy. He pauses there, pressing a light kiss to it before finally giving in and slowly unbuckling Spock's pants, breath hitching in excitement. Spock lifts his hips so that Jim can pull them down. His black briefs are tented, a wet patch over the prominent bulge, and Jim bends down to mouth at the fabric. Spock grunts needily.
“Jim…”
“Spock,” he parrots, smirking at the utterly wrecked Vulcan.
He huffs and pulls down Spock's briefs, revealing a truly alien sight that is nothing short of beautiful. In the shuttle pod he only caught a glimpse of it in the darkness, though he did have an idea of the shape of it, since he’d pumped him to orgasm after all. Still, Jim greedily takes in the sight, the double-ridged head and two bumps on the middle of the shaft, greenish-yellow in colour and also dripping with fluid. Without further examination, he bends down and takes the head in his mouth, then the rest of it is nearly shoved unceremoniously into him but Spock manages to stop himself. Perhaps he deserves that for keeping Spock on edge for so long – after all, it's only their second time having sex. He hears Spock groan and attempt to say something, but that gets figuratively swallowed as Jim takes him down to the hilt, only flinching a little, the ridges hitting the top of his mouth and he can't help but moan loudly around him.
All these new feelings make him gag a little, so he pulls off only to sink back down, setting a steady pace as he hollows his cheeks and rubs Spock’s thighs gently. Jim sucks at the tip and swirls his tongue around the ridges which makes Spock whimper and writhe under him, he’s glad he can make Spock come so undone. After minutes or hours of sucking his first officer off, he can tell that Spock is about to come. Spock moans his name before shooting his seed down Jim's throat, bitter but still pleasant as he swallows it. For a second he feels Spock’s emotions: deep affection, desire and pleasure.
Jim lifts himself off of Spock’s dick with a satisfied noise, moving closer so that he can kiss that pretty face. Spock puts a hand on his cheek as they brush lips, a purr reverberates through him. Then, with little warning, his pants are being shoved down, and he raises a brow at Spock, breaking apart he sees a feral glint in his eyes. Jim didn't want to imply Spock should return the favour since it's about him this time, but the look in those dark eyes suggests that he should go along with it, lest he be punished. Not that he'd mind being punished. Then he's flipped onto his back in the blink of an eye, letting Spock shuck his pants off, his briefs along with them. His cock’s begging for attention by now, eager as Spock inches a hand towards it. Instead he caresses his thighs gently. Jim deserves that too, he supposes.
“You are quite aesthetically pleasing, Ashaya.”
“You're not so bad yourself, Mr. Spock,” Jim coos.
“I wish for you to penetrate me.”
Jim groans. Spock’s voice uttering those words almost makes him want to laugh at the absurdity but he holds it in and gazes up at Spock who's looking at him with lust filled irises. Who is he to deny him? His mind supplies him with many downright filthy images Spock riding his cock like one would a stallion. Spock, perhaps sensing it with his telepathy, starts collecting lubricant from his slick penis and pushes a finger into his ass without any preamble. That sight alone could be enough to make Jim orgasm. He claws at the bedsheets as Spock languidly fingers himself, panting erratically. For a moment Jim closes his eyes, then opens them to Spock moving towards him and kissing him roughly.
“Jim, before we begin, is a condom necessary?”
“Ah… no, I don't think it will be, unless you'd prefer it.”
They really should've talked about this before they screwed around on that shuttle pod, but better late than never. Bones has yet to murder him for being so stark and reckless, though when he finds out he and Spock have gotten together, he knows he'll be in for a lecture. Jim pushes the thought away and returns to embracing Spock in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing together. Spock sucks on his lower lip which draws out a gasp. They break apart again and Jim realises that Spock is still pumping his sensitive digits into himself, gods, he can't wait any longer.
Finally, Spock positions himself over Jim's cock and sinks down to the base, both of them moaning in pleasure. Spock lifts himself up and slides down again, his own dick bouncing as he takes Jim, that non-existent refractory period meaning he's at attention again, somehow. He thrusts his hips in time with Spock’s movement, wonderful Vulcan heat against his shaft., Jim clenches his teeth and tries not to come so soon. Spock moans loudly after a well timed thrust and clenches around him, making him gasp. Jim can't stop his hand from snaking over Spock’s enticing cock,dribbling fluid onto his chest every time he sinks down onto him – they’ve picked up the pace and Jim's struggling to piston his hips up, but has no issue with jerking him off again.
Spock’s panting harshly now, and Jim gives one last thrust before coming inside him, writhing and groaning Spock’s name as he's milked through it. Shortly afterward his chest and hand are covered in that bittersweet cum as Spock throws his head back and cries Jim's name. He gives Spock one last stroke before letting go, his hand soaked. Spock watches with rapt attention as Jim brings his wet fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean – Vulcans, or maybe just Spock, have a certain affinity for hands, it seems.
“Spock…” He trails off.
“Perhaps you would like to shower?” he says innocently but Jim can already tell what Spock wants.
“Of course, but one more thing.”Jim pulls Spock into an embrace, albeit a sticky one, then looks into his eyes. Absent-mindedly, he traces the slanted brows and dips a hand along his slender waist. “I love you. Spock, I love you so damn much and I'm glad we're finally together.”
“Tuhyla?” he repeats, he gets the gist of the first bit but is curious by this word.
“T’hy’la. It means… Friend, brother and… lover. I cherish thee, Jim.”
Jim gives Spock a peck on the nose before peeling himself away, intertwining their hands together and leading them into their shared bathroom. He's grateful that they live so close together. Instead of having a sonic shower, he chooses a water one and will most likely use up all his rations for the month, seeing as Spock is looking at him with those lust filled eyes and furrowed brows. His spent dick twitches with interest. As soon as the shower is turned on, he's pushed back against the tiles and Spock's mouthing at his neck as the hot water falls on his shoulder. With Spock’s sleek black hair getting soaked and hell, the droplets of water rolling down his pale and hairy expanse of skin – so sue him for getting hard again at the sight of his boyfriend in the shower. Spock’s now biting a mark into his neck, hands roaming his chest, clawing at it like a hungry feline that was fed all but five minutes ago.
Jim feels his legs buckle as Spock sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, but Spock holds his hips in place and grinds into him, making them both moan in pleasure. Then Spock’s trailing his hands down his body, taking hold of his once again throbbing erection, gently stroking it as if he's testing a hypothesis. Jim’s head thunks back against the tiles, praying that Spock’ll just suck him off already.
After a long minute drags by, Spock kissing and marking his body, his skin feels hot with desire, the warm water leaving his mind all fuzzy. Slowly Spock kneels down, breath ghosting over his cock, until he licks the tip of it and Jim puts his hand through his messy wet hair. Spock edges Jim's length into his mouth bit by bit, too slowly, and for a moment Jim considers ordering Spock to take him all at once. Part of him wants the Vulcan to go down on him like a beast and the other wants drawn out moans and lust-filled eyes looking into one another. He resists the beast and lets Spock punish him for earlier. It feels so good to be enveloped in the hot warmth that is Spock's mouth, his tongue dancing around his dick. It takes all his strength not to slide down the wall when Spock pulls off only to swallow him down again. He fists his hair tighter and feels Spock moan around him.
Already Jim's getting close, he has no idea how he's already going to finish again – perhaps Spock is reaching into his mind to give him that insane Vulcan stamina so that they can have marathon sex. For a moment Spock stops his motions to kiss his thighs gently, then focuses his attention on his balls which makes him shiver. In return, he slides his hand down to Spock's ear and pinches the tips.
“Jim!” Spock growls, but stops licking the underside of his shaft and takes Jim back in his mouth.
Gods, he's already so close, but who can blame him with Spock being so damn talented with that tongue of his, as water rivulets pour down him and make him look like a whole dang dessert. His skin is starting to prune but Jim doesn't care and Spock doesn't either as he quickens his pace, taking him down to the hilt and expertly swirling his tongue over all the right places. Jim takes a peek at Spock's own twitching dick that is practically gleaming with all the lubricant he's leaking. For a moment he imagines what it would be like to take that alien cock in his ass, how those little ridges will hit against his insides as Spock thrusts in and pulls out, and then he's shouting Spock's name as he comes down his throat. Spock takes it like a champ and adeptly swallows it all.
“Fucking hell, Spock… God, we're gonna turn into raisins if we stay in here any longer,” he says quietly, gasping when Spock pulls off, come dribbling down his chin before it's washed away.
“Do you wish for me to penetrate you? I saw you briefly fantasised about it as I was performing oral stimulation on you.”
“We’ve really got to work on your dirty talk, mister, but sure. We really are running a marathon here aren't we?” he huffs, amused. Spock stands up and kisses him, then turns off the shower and leads Jim to the bathroom sink.
“Damn Spock… after this you're going to give me a massage.”
“Very well.” Spock raises an eyebrow but concedes, then promptly bends him over the sink.
An interesting angle: he can faintly see their reflections in the mirror, once he wipes off the condensation. Then Spock edges a finger closer to his ass, that feral glint returning. If Jim could possibly get aroused again, he would, but alas, he’s no Vulcan. Painstakingly slowly a slender digit enters him, lubricated of course with Spock's own, and damn, that turns him on. Spock must sense his urgency and quickens the pace and number of fingers pumping into him. Jim grips the sink tighter and hangs his head, and Spock makes a sound between a gasp and a strangled moan. Those sensitive Vulcan hands of his must make this process way more intense and pleasurable.
Jim whimpers as a third finger thrusts into him and bushes his prostate – he gasps when his fingers slip out. Then Spock's hard dick rubs against his rear in a mirror image of their first encounter in the pod, with Jim pressed against him. Now, he’s gently breaching him, his ridges pressing into his channel.Jim winces, having never felt anything quite like it, though he thoroughly enjoys the new sensation as slowly Spock pushes in completely, then kisses his shoulder as he pulls out almost to the tip and sinks down again.
“You're doing well ah- Ashalik…” Spock bites into his shoulder as Jim pushes backwards.
“Spock, you feel so good, so good for me.”
Spock hums at the praise and picks up the pace. Jim's own dick is becoming interested again but he can feel Spock getting closer as he thrusts that wonderful alien cock into him.
“Jim… I wish to meld with you… I desire you,” his gravelly voice rasps, and how can Jim say no to him?
“Do it.”
After one hard thrust, Spock puts a hand over his temple and brings them together in a meld – Jim trusts this man with his life.
Melding during sex is the single best thing ever. It feels like an explosion of pure emotion, like a star gone supernova, he can feel Spock's pleasure, his lust, his desire, and most deeply, his love. Even for the short time they are connected, it's overwhelming, to say the least. Spock’s orgasm crashes over him and through their shared pleasure Jim’s able to come again. This Vulcan is going to be the death of me, he thinks.
I hope you do not die by my hand, Jim, I will endeavour to take care of you. Spock’s voice echoes in his mind before he breaks the meld.
Jim felt like he had an out-of-body experience – well, he supposes he did in a way. Spock’s touch fizzles at his forehead, his ass is filled with his partner's seed and when Spock pulls out slowly with a wet sound, cum leaks out of him and he can't help but shiver. He feels a little lightheaded and decides he immediately requires cuddles from Spock after running that damn marathon with him.
“Perhaps we should rest.”
“No shit,” Jim laughs. “This better not be a regular thing unless you want McCoy yelling at us both.” Spock cleans them both off and hands him a pair of clean boxer shorts when they make it out of the bathroom.
“We were simply making up for lost time,” Spock mutters as they kiss softly. Jim pads back to his bed, barely resisting the urge to flop down on the ground and make Spock carry him.
Then he's snuggling up to Spock, face pressed into his hairy chest, feeling happy and loved. Something he hasn't felt in a long while, not something this meaningful and romantic and amazing. He'd have to take Spock on a real date sometime, but that could be arranged soon. For now Spock seems content to sleep next to him in his cramped single bed, petting his hair gently. Jim hears a soft rumble emanating from him as he drifts off into darkness, to dream of more journeys through space with his Vulcan boyfriend.
Spock let himself smile at Nyota. She returned his affection by placing her hand on his cheek. He could feel her sadness but also her relief that things hadn’t ended badly and instead they had a chance to talk about it, she knew of his feelings for another before he even realised it himself. They had shared a deep and profound bond that likely wouldn’t fade. Never touching but touched, it would turn into a bond of friendship similar to the one he shared with the Captain. Nyota kissed him on the cheek and gave him a knowing look. In front of them, McCoy glanced at him and he was slightly flushed. He quickly looked away and headed towards the window to gaze at the enterprise,
The three of them watched in awe as the construction of the new Enterprise was on its way. They shared a brief conversation and parted their separate ways. He thought about Ambassador Spock again, quite peculiar to meet a version of yourself from a completely different timeline - it made him wonder what it was like in that universe. If he had been in a relationship with McCoy or someone else, when he last spoke to the Ambassador, it had sounded like he and McCoy were in a relationship, though he couldn’t be certain. He decided not to dwell on it too much as even if it was true that didn’t mean it was his destiny to be with him, his feelings for McCoy were stronger ever since he had saved his life at the risk of his own.
The walk to his temporary room went by fast, his thoughts consuming him. Seeing McCoy blushing when he caught him staring at Nyota and himself, if he were to read the signals correctly, then the doctor appeared to be jealous. When they were aboard the USS Franklin and McCoy pointed out that the necklace being used to find Nyota sounded like Spock had put a tracking device on her, it almost sounded like he desired Spock's affection enough to warrant a gift of that kind despite its crude use. Perhaps he could be misinterpreting these moments, but other evidence proved that McCoy did worry about him and valued their tentative friendship even if they argued.
Spock went over to his replicator and summoned herbal tea. After a moment of contemplation, he decided that he would make a necklace for Doctor McCoy in hopes of conveying his deep fondness for the man. It would not be exactly the same as Nyota’s as he wished to make it by hand so that he could weave his love into it, however illogical it may be.
Instead, using an Aitlunaya stone, which roughly translated to ‘stone of desire and longing’, crimson red in colour and native to Vulcan. Often, partners would share pieces of jewellery to demonstrate their commitment and love to one another. It can show familial or romantic love. Sarek had made a ring for Amanda. It had a turquoise gem on it and sparkled in the light. After her death, it had fallen into his possession as his father couldn’t bear to look at it. Spock hoped that McCoy would like the necklace that he made for him.
After hours of precise work, he finished the necklace, and he took a moment to observe his work. He used a gold chain, and upside down diamond en-composed the stone. He also put a small heart above it, then carefully put it in a navy box. Glanced at the clock, it was late into the night. But he couldn’t delay this any longer, so he decided to head over to McCoys. It's now or never he supposed as he rang the bell to the man's cabin.
Spock could hear a few mumbled curses and shuffling, and finally McCoy opened the door. He looked tired, and Spock instantly regretted disturbing the man. He wore boxer briefs and sweatpants, his chest on full display. Spock had never seen him in this state of undress. He noticed faint horizontal scars on his chest, but he was pulled out of his observing when the doctor finally spoke.
"What'd ya need?" Leonard murmured. He rubbed his eyes wearily
"I apologise for the intrusion. Perhaps this can wait until tomorrow,"
"Eh well yer' here now so might as well come in." He stepped aside, Spock entered
An odd feeling started to make itself known in his abdominal region. It wasn't something he felt on a regular basis. Anxiety. Even if it was illogical, Spock had not planned for this encounter, and so he did not know where to start. He stood in place for a moment whilst McCoy went to retrieve a shirt to put on.
"So, did you and Nyota make up then? Or did you break up? Should I go get some strong tastin' alcohol?" McCoy flopped down on his armchair that faced a large window, Spock sat down on a couch to the side
"We have not entered a romantic relationship once again but parted on mutual agreement and still remain friends, so there is no need for alcohol consumption as that would not allow me to become inhibited anyway."
"So why'd you come 'ere at god knows what time it is huh?" McCoy drawled and gave him a look.
"I want to give you something, but perhaps it could have waited."
The doctor looked at him as if he was talking gibberish or if he was 'delirious' again. Spock prepared himself for rejection, even if it was illogical to be anxious about something he had thought about a lot. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea. He let out a breath and retrieved the small blue box from his trouser pocket, then gave it to McCoy, who looked even more shocked. Even in the darkness, he could see the doctor's hazel-grey eyes metaphorically shine. He opened it and gazed at the crimson red stone.
"The Hells this?" He frowned, Spock raised an eyebrow
"It is a necklace…" He looks away. "A Vulcan Mineral, it signifies desire and longing for another. Leonard, I have found myself wanting you… Romantically."
McCoys eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at him.
"Is this some sort of joke?" McCoy huffed, but when Spock just tilted his head, it dawned on him.
"You're serious… Fuck, am I dreaming right now?"
"I can assure you this is real, have I overstepped? I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."
Spock looked at McCoy who seemed to be torn as he was biting at his lip anxiously and threaded a hand through his hair. Hopefully that meant he had read the signs right, being rejected again would no doubt affect him. Weeks of continuous mediation may lessen that burden but he loves McCoy deeply and that alone has decreased his work efficiency by 0.699 percent even if he had only just realised his affection for the man.
"Well I'll be damned… you're serious?"
"Quite." He raised an eyebrow
"Spock, when you first came aboard this ship I was smitten with you. Never thought you'd feel the same way, Sugar."
Spock's ears flushed at the pet name, his heart beating fast. It was illogical yet he couldn't suppress it. Leonard smiled at him and handed him the necklace to put on him, he obliged, briefly their skin touched and he could feel the man's anxiety and a hint of buried affection that was making its way to the surface like a whale that needed oxygen. The human exhaled when he broke contact, for a moment he admired the necklace on McCoy. It suits him well. Then McCoy leaned in close, Spock looked into his coffee brown eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" McCoy muttered.
Instead of verbally replying he leant in further and gently kissed the doctor. Vaguely he sensed the humans affection and happiness hint of something more. When they deepened their connection, Spock could feel a slither of doubt and fear in his mind which made him concerned so he broke the kiss. His hand had made its way to Leonards face and his fingers dusted over his meld points. That alone almost made him start kissing him again but he pulled away.
"Somethin' wrong?" McCoy put a reassuring hand on his thigh and Spock reciprocated by putting a hand atop his.
"When we kissed, I sensed uncertainty from you."
"Yeah… Guess I haven't had the best luck with love, I don't wanna disappoint you Spock.."
Idly McCoy fiddled with the necklace. He seemed to be battling with something inside of him, Spock started to put the pieces together. McCoy has been married before, perhaps he felt that Spock deserves better. A common problem humans think themselves unworthy of love because of a past mistake or insecurity that may be plaguing them. He shuffles closer to him and squeezes his hand.
"You won't disappoint me, Leonard"
"I have to tell ya something" Spock inclined his head and gave him a small smile. "Look, Spock. I'm transgender… which means I was born female but transitioned to male 'cuz somethin' didn't feel right, I get if it's a turn off for you." he huffs.
The confession tugs at Spocks heartstrings, it's clear McCoy feels deeply about this issue and that perhaps people have rejected him in the past because of this.
"I understand, however it does not change my feelings for you Leonard. I still cherish you all the same."
"Since when did you become such a romantic?" McCoy smiled, evidently a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.
"I suppose when I realised I had feelings for you. Now perhaps I had better leave you to rest."
Spock stood up but McCoy grabbed his hand, making him blush at the scandalous gesture even if it's not meant to be.
"Stay?"
And so he did, Spock appreciated the necklace around Leonards throat, the bold red stood out in contrast in a way that looked magnificent. Perhaps he should get a green necklace to match the colour of his heart however illogical it may be. Leonard wordlessly led Spock to his bedroom and sat down, patting the spot next to him so he obliged and laid down. They were facing each other, he drank in the sight of Leonard so close to him that he could count the freckles on his face.
“Thank you, Spock.”
“Of course, Ashya.”
“Night, Ashalik.” Leonard whispered into his chest.
Spock looked down at the man in surprise, Leonard saying a vulcan word made him feel something but it felt natural, he'd have to ask if he knew any more vulcan or merely learn the pretty words and perhaps some vulgar ones too. Leonard was always full of surprises and Spock's finally glad to have him.
It's a sunny day on the planet they've beamed down to, Revena V, pretty turquoise skies and a rainbow arching across it. Kirk smiles at his first officer, who gives him an eyebrow raise in return, then looks back at his tricorder to analyze the data he's been collecting of fauna and small critters. He's glad to have peaceful moments like this on away missions where he can walk beside Spock, hands intertwined as they amble about. Their last mission had ended up in a battle and many injured crewmen, so thankfully they had been given some time to rest and explore more tranquil and serene planets in the latest system that had yet to be mapped on a star chart.
McCoy had opted to stay on the ship because last time he beamed down with them he'd fallen down a ditch and sprained his ankle. Jim tried not to laugh as he cursed everything around him when they were beaming back up—of course he was worried, but Bones was so grumpy and in the end it had been fine. They cuddled to make up for it, Jim taking in the sight of both his partners. Spock had made McCoy a hot chocolate and took care of him whilst
Jim got the man to be quiet and accept the care, at one point Jim considered giving Bones a taste of his own medicine, stabbing him with a hypo.
At least, when it’s just the two of them, there are no huffs and complaints about the mission to collect more data, just avid discussions about said data and observations about the pretty plant life.
“What do you think of this planet, Spock?”
“It is fascinating, I will have to take further samples of some of the fauna as they have intriguing properties that could be used in medicine. There are also many small animals that look interesting. This planet is very diverse in its plant and animal life.”
“I love visiting all these cool planets, better than being attacked by Klingons or whatever.”
“Certainly. I only wish that Doctor McCoy had joined us, even if he does tend to complain.” Spock smiles at him slightly.
“Yeah, but after the last mission he’s afraid he’ll get hurt and then he’ll have to get taken care of by us. He’s allergic to accepting help.”
“Indeed he is.”
Jim smiles and glances at Spock again, appreciating his side profile: curved pointy ears that he oh so loves to touch gently, hazel eyes that look at him with affection, silky black hair that sits perfectly on his head, and finally his nose. Jim enjoys booping it, which makes Spock blush. Jim's always been one to appreciate both of his lovers' features—McCoy especially, since he needs encouragement and positivity. He's a little more self conscious than Spock in that department. Of course, both of them have their flaws. So does he.
Jim looks back to his surroundings. He notices a flower that is almost the same height as him. It glows a warm yellow and has pink spots on its petals.
Without thinking, he stops and leans forward a little. Then he thinks, oh, shit. The flower spews spores at his face. He groans and staggers backwards. Spock catches and steadies him but he barely notices it because his eyes feel as if they are being set alight. Briefly, he thinks that McCoy is going to be very mad. He then passes out, distantly hearing Spock shouting his name as he succumbs to the darkness.
-
Slowly, hearing the steady beat of the heart monitor and vaguely feeling a warm hand enclosed in his own, he comes back to awareness. Jim opens his eyes. To nothing. To darkness, only making out blurry shapes. His heart rate skyrockets. He's panicking as the monitor beeps loudly, making his ears hurt. Why can't I see? Why can't I see, wh-
“It's okay, Jim,” says a voice he recognises to be Spock. “You are safe.”
Jim turns and can't make out Spock's face, only a blurry figure that's trying to comfort him and God, he can’t focus on that gentleness, only registers that he's blind. What if he never sees Spock or Bones’ face again? What if he'll never be able to look into both of their deep brown eyes and get lost in them? Oh, God. He'll lose his captaincy, lose Spock, lose Bones.
Jim.
Jim, breathe.
He does. Inhale. Exhale. Just like McCoy taught him when he had panic attacks at the Academy. Sound comes back to him. He didn't even realise his ears had been ringing. The overwhelming panic and fear had overtaken any rational thought. He sighs and turns his head in the direction that Spock’s voice had come from. Cold hands graze his face and rub a soothing motion down his cheek, another hand on his shoulder. It must be Bones, no doubt hovering over him like the mother hen he is.
“Spock…Bones...I-I can't see you.”
“Don't worry, kid, we'll find a cure to this, Spock and I. You know we'll try our hardest, darlin’. Just relax for me, okay? We've got you.” Bones’ voice relaxes him. Jim sinks back down into the biobed and grabs Spock's hand back for comfort.
“I miss seeing your faces…” he says quietly.
“Do not worry, Jim. We will find a cure, Ashaya.”
“Can you take me back to my room?”
Jim attempts to look at them both. Spock guides Jim's hand to his and McCoy’s faces. He feels Spock's pointy ears and brushes a hand through Bones’ soft hair, a mild comfort to him.
“Yeah, alright. No harm in that, just be careful, okay?”
“You know me, I'm always careful.” Jim laughs—he can hear Bones’ eyes roll and Spock's questioning eyebrow raise.
Slowly, he gets up (mostly) by himself, Spock's hand in his and Bones' arm around his elbow. He's glad they're here to help him through this ordeal. In the future, he'll make sure to steer clear of pretty glowing flowers on alien planets. His partners guide him back to his room at an even pace. It's odd not being able to see. Jim had taken that ability for granted and not appreciated the beauty of sight until it was ripped away from him. He's pretty confident that Spock and Bones will find a cure promptly, though, they've been through thick and thin, after all, and Bones is nothing short of a miracle worker by now. He’s an angel watching over Jim through life and death. He means that literally, now, since he'd been brought back to life by the doctor and all.
He hasn't really been paying attention and if they weren't here to help, he surely would have knocked himself out on a wall or something. He keeps his eyes closed, not wanting to see all the blurry figures and outlines that'll probably make him want to throw up. It's very disorienting. Spock squeezes his hand reassuringly. They've stopped walking now, so they must be at his room. Wordlessly, one of them enters his passcode, and then all of them step through. He's guided to his bed, which he's grateful for. All he wants to do is to sleep in his lovers’ arms and be reassured by their warm presences beside him.
“I love you both…thanks for helping me.”
“Of course, just promise me you’ll be more careful next time, sweetheart?” McCoy says gently, sparing him the angry lecture this time and instead putting a hand on his thigh.
“I'll try.”
They all know that it's unlikely that he won't land himself in danger. At least he has Spock to protect him and Bones to patch him back together again and again. Quickly, he rids himself of his shirt and trousers and then pulls them down to cuddle with him. Bones huffs but obliges him. Frankly, he doesn't care if it's the morning or afternoon, he just requires immediate snuggles before he rests. Jim moves to Spock's chest and puts his arms and leg around him, then hooks his other leg around Bones, who's hugging his waist. Neither of them care about the time, either. Even Spock allows Jim this comfort. His nose brushes against his Vulcan’s bare chest and finds himself drifting off quickly into dreams about stars and lovers.
-
After only three days of being sightless, during which his doctor and science officer work tirelessly, they finally find a cure. Jim has by then become more used to not being able to see, has learned to rely more on his hearing and special awareness, which he sorely lacks after crashing and tumbling over almost everything. Bones had berated him after finding him trying to get to the bridge but tripping over a crewman’s foot and faceplanting ungracefully. His nose thankfully stayed in one piece, but his body is probably littered with tiny bruises by now, if the doctor's lecture is anything to go by.
“I believe we have found a cure Jim, do not worry. The doctor and I will come to you. Stay put.” Spock’s voice chirped. He sounded tired.
“Hey! I'm not a child. I can handle myself, Commander,” Jim sasses, getting up and walking to the door.
Jim doesn't quite make it to the door. Instead he trips over his boots and almost slams into the wall by his door but catches himself, cursing out loud and hoping Spock hadn’t heard that. He had, though. Of course he had.
“Jim, please do not injure yourself further unless you want Leonard to lecture you again,” Spock chides. He mutters the word “illogical” under his breath.
Begrudgingly, he makes his way back to his bed and flops down on it. He hopes this’ll work. If it doesn't, he just might cry even if they eventually find one. It could take months or even years, or maybe he's just permanently blind, sight taken from him by some stupid flower on some dumb planet. If he didn't beam down to that planet and instead stared out into space or just wrote some boring reports, then maybe he wouldn't be stuck in misery. Well, it's not all bad. Still, Jim can't help but feel melancholy about losing such a core part of himself. He huffs and rolls over, and his door swishes open to allow his boyfriends to enter, ready to hopefully save the day.
“You ready, Jim?”
“Yep! Stick me, Bones.” McCoy sighs at that but jabs the hypo into his neck.
At first, he doesn't feel anything, but then his head starts to spin. He groans, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching at his head. For a minute, it's agony. Spock is gripping his shoulders and trying to ease the pain through touch while McCoy worriedly dotes over him and does something or other. The nausea and pain fade to an ache behind his eyes and he peeks an eye open. He's met with a slightly less fuzzy Spock leaning over him.
The scared expression in his chocolate brown eyes comes into focus, and then Jim breaks out into a wide grin and hugs Spock tightly. He gestures for Bones to join and he does. Jim feels happy again. His vision is almost back to normal, and he can see both of them again. They look tired but relieved, and he pulls away to admire them. He loves Bones’ light-hearted scowl, the freckles dotting his face, his pouty lips and smooth hair. Jim kisses Spock and it’s electric. His relief and affection trickle through to the Vulcan as they passionately embrace. Without wasting any time, he breaks apart to kiss Bones, who gasps in surprise but leans into it. Bones puts a hand in his hair, making him groan, and then Jim leans back to appreciate his gorgeous face.
“You okay, Jim?” Bones looks at him worriedly and Jim realises he's crying.
“I'm okay.” He smiles and puts his head on Spock’s shoulder.
Spock had moved to sit on his bed next to him while Bones was kneeling in front of him.
“I am glad the serum worked…I do not know what I would've done if it hadn't,” Spock says quietly.
“You'd do what you always do. Try and try again. That's why I love you, both of you.”
“Love ya too, kid,” says Bones, as Spock says, “Taluhk nash-veh k’dular,” then Bones stands up and leans over Jim. Gently, he wipes away the tears running from his eyes, like rain on a sunny day that blooms into a rainbow. He feels good and lucky to have both of them to take care of him.
Jim knows they'll always take care of him when he dives headfirst into danger, or gets blinded by some flower, or whatever it may be. At least he can laugh it off now.
content warnings: sex, consensual somnophilia (in part 2)
for Spock anatomy I only really use sheath just incase anyone has a preference or such!
Not particularly relevant but Spock also is not capable of making kids so no protection is required since they are also established.
beta'd by @tigereyes45 (I hope u don't mind me tagging you lol-)
They are in his quarters Spock is standing whilst McCoy is sitting at his desk, previously McCoy is working on a report for the day and Spock has decided to join him planning to eat dinner with him as they usually do out of the blue, as humans would say, McCoy had asked him what he thought about pineapple on pizza. He raised an eyebrow as he entered the room, Spock had never tried the combination nor had he ever had pizza before. However, it did seem appealing to him if he were to eat pizza, so he said as much.
“I cannot say I have ever tested the combination but it does appeal to me,” Spock says calmly.
“Are you insane?!” McCoy not so calmly replies.
“I do not believe so. Is there something wrong with that?” He tilts his head.
“Of course there is! Why would you put pineapple on a perfectly good pizza?”
“Why not?”
Spock frowns, genuinely confused as to why McCoy feels so strongly about this, another human intricacy he fails to understand. He sighs, crossing his arms as McCoy gets up and stands in front of him.
“Because it ruins the texture, what’s the damn point of eating pizza if you’re going to put pineapple on it,” McCoy grumbles.
“Everyone has a preference, Leonard. Perhaps I will try this combination. If it disgusts you so much, it must actually be nice.”
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I am inferring that you do not have a good sense of taste, Ashalik.” Spock smiles playfully.
“Damn you! I have perfectly good taste, thank you very much.” Leonard smirks.”Maybe I can find another way for you to agree with me for once.”
He rolls his eyes, and McCoy moves closer to him, as usual, attempting to coax him into cutting his losses and simply agreeing with him. Spock sighs as Leonard’s hand reaches towards his own. He finds that he can’t resist his partner and after a long day of work, he finds himself wanting to unwind.
“Perhaps once I have tested my hypothesis only then will I consider agreeing with you.”
Leonard smiles then pulls Spock in for a kiss, it’s rough and desire filled. McCoy nips at his bottom lip and squeezes his hand. That alone makes him moan into their joined lips. He cards through Leonard’s soft hair and they break apart gazing at each other longingly. His hazel eyes blown wide. Spock resists the urge to smile at how easy it is to work up the good doctor, though he can’t say much himself as a mere hand touch is enough to make him lose control. So Leonard rubs a thumb over his and walks them over to their bed - Spock huffs as he’s pushed back onto the plush bed. Slowly, his mate undresses in front of him, Spock removes his own shirt and undergarment, leaving only his pants and boots.
He gazes at Leonard’s body, always appreciating it when it’s laid bare to him. As usual, he can’t keep his hands to himself when Leonard is towering over him with nothing but his boxers on so he trails a hand over his abdomen, taking in the sensory input from his sensitive skin. He can sense McCoy’s excitement and arousal. Leonard leans in for another kiss and then sinks his teeth into Spock's neck, which sends a wave of desire down to his groin, which elicits a gasp from him as his mate sucks a mark onto him. Spock can’t help but thrust his hips upwards as he feels the need growing stronger and evidently, Leonard feels the same as he grinds down on his sheath as he nips at skin on his shoulder.
“Leonard,” he sighs.
“Yes, darlin’?”
“I need... I need you inside me..” Leonard smiles at him, caressing his face gently.
Spock shudders as Leonard ruts into his sheath again, his erection straining in his briefs whilst Spock feels the tightness growing. Quickly, he undoes his fly and Leonard helps him out of his pants, then his boxers, his sheath already coated in his self-lubricant. Leonard runs a hand over his thighs then continues to tease him by not touching him where he desires only working him up further. He toys with his pubic hair which makes him wreathe and pant. He knows what he’s doing, utterly wrecking him with his callous hands before eventually giving him what they both truly desire. His own hands are clutching the bedsheet tightly, he wants to yell at him to just get on with it already but knows better than to demand when he’s underneath his lover. Finally, Leonard gently rubs at his entrance, covering his deft fingers in his lubricant. That makes him moan softly which in turn makes McCoy gaze up at him with a glint in his eye. Spock doesn’t know how Leonard keeps in such control of himself. When their roles are reversed Spock struggles to keep himself from going over the edge too quickly but he supposes he has a disadvantage with his sensitive hands and all.
“Be good for me, Spock.” McCoy rasps.
He doesn’t get the chance to even nod in response when Leonard probes a finger into him. Spock bites his lip as he slowly works him open, now Leonard is breathing faster, Spock pulls him in for a quick peck on the lips relishing in the warm embrace. Then another finger is added, torturously slow and Spock tries to keep his hips still as he’s thoroughly stretched but he trusts his mate to deliver. His mate's fingers gloss over his Vhira as moves in and out, Spock huffs and shuffles. Blessedly, Leonard picks up on this and reassures him by petting his hair - finally, he frees his cock from its confines. He’s leaking pre-come onto Spock’s chest as he moves and straddles his hips.
“Leonard…” he groans when Leonard’s cock brushes against his sheath.
“Patience, sweetheart. How are you feelin’?”
As always, Leonard makes sure he’s okay and for that he’s glad. Instead of responding, which would likely have been incorrect, he simply nods and sends reassurance across their bond. The bond between them is usually closed when they have intercourse otherwise Spock would quickly get overwhelmed with the dual sensations. However, sometimes they open it before climaxing and it’s all the more satisfying when McCoy demands cuddles afterward under the guise of taking care of him. Spock very much enjoys cuddling with his lover and looks forward to it once they’re finished.
He opens his eyes, not realising he’d closed them and is met with the sight of his mate gathering the lubricant pooled over his thighs then lathering his penis with it. Leonard had since sat back slightly, Spock could come from that sight alone but he doesn’t and merely bites his lip as Leonard strokes himself before he shifts over him once again. He lines up his cock with his entrance, Spock can’t wait any longer, pulsing with desire which no doubt Leonard can feel as he swiftly sinks into him with a groan. Once he’s down to the hilt, Spock gasps and clenches around him as he slowly pulls out to the tip. Leonard brushes a hand over his heart then over his scars before gently rubbing his nipple in his hand, he can’t help but smile, usually Spock is the one to start exploring his lovers body but he enjoys Leonard’s ministrations nonetheless as it makes him sigh contentless before he returns to his previous task.
Spock can feel himself drawing closer as Leonard sinks in and out of him, elbows on either side of him. Both of them are panting, he tightens around him as he consistently hits his Vhira, Leonard’s pleasure seeping into his mind in waves as they both draw close. Spock desperately moves his hips in time with Leonard’s thrusting which intensifies their pleasure, the sounds of their skin connecting and moans. He loses himself in Leonard’s groans and exhales of breath as he plunges into him. Then he’s clenching around him, coming hard and shouting his lover’s name. His hips stutter as Leonard follows after him and paints his insides with his seed, then promptly flops onto him.
“Fuck… Spock that was so good.” Leonard whispers into his ear.
“Yes, it was satisfactory.” He smiles, knowing this’ll annoy him.
“Hm, I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
Spock could practically hear the eye roll, he closed his eyes content to lay with Leonard for a little longer. A purr reverberates through his chest and he puts his arms around him. He’s happy to just be, feeling Leonard’s thoughts drift into his mind: affection, love and happiness. As well as a hint of tiredness which he felt too. After what could’ve been hours but was okay a minute or so, Leonard slides out of him slowly before he lays down face first onto the pillow next to him. Spock smiles and gets up, giving a quick glance to Leonard’s backside before retrieving a towel to clean both of them up. Leonard hasn’t moved a muscle by the time he comes back with a towel and some water.
Then he’s snuggling up Leonard’s side, face pressed into his chest. Leonard sighs contentedly and starts petting his hair softly.
“I love ya, Spock.” he whispers.
Then he drifts off to sleep, dreaming of Leonard and him sharing a picnic somewhere in the countryside on Earth. He's eating pineapple pizza. Leonard is arguing with him, even in his dreams.
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Part two
Spock wakes up before Leonard as per usual, he opens his eyes and stretches his arms before shifting to look at his mate. Leonard is slightly flushed and appears to be murmuring something in his sleep, Spock frowns and puts a hand on his forehead, taking a peak at his dream. They had long since talked about this when they had first bonded, many times they had shared dreams together or Spock picking up a role in Leonards unconscious mind. Sometimes McCoys mind creates an interesting scenario to say the least and this is one of those times, the man is dreaming about him, more specially Spock taking Leonard in his mouth whilst he pulls at his black hair. Spock watches for a moment before drifting out of the dream and back into reality, he's already hard and tempted to relieve himself. Instead he dips his hand down Leonards naked body, fingers ghosting over his mate's already semi hard cock - he hums. Then moves to straddle Leonards legs and strokes the tip before taking him in his mouth.
They have also discussed this, and Leonard had no qualms with Spock engaging in coitus whilst he was sound asleep. Although Spock didn't engage in it much, how could he resist when his mate was having such a dream about himself. He sighs as he engulfs Leonards cock, the man moans quietly as Spock swirls his tongue around the base before sliding back up and licking the tip. Now he's has hard as a rock in his mouth, Spock rocks his hips into McCoys legs as he sucks the length up and down. Spock moans around the dick as Leonard thrusts into him shallowly, it doesn't take long for Spock to work him to completion, his hands holding Leonards hips as sinks down. Expertly tonguing at his cock and driving his partner over the edge even in his sleeping state, no doubt dreaming up coming in Spock's mouth while he sucks him off. Spock moans around leonards dick as he shoots his loud in his mouth, hot come painting his throat as he milks him through his orgasm. Even in sleep, McCoy makes soft noises, gasping as Spock works him through it.
He pulls off Leonard with a sweet popping sound, his fluids dribbling down his chin. His sheath is dripping with desire, he ruts against Leonards bare thigh, the friction isnt enough to send him over the edge as he grunts . Then the man starts waking up slowly, he feels the change through their skin to skin contact. Spock desperately wants to touch himself but resists as his lover awakens, his brown eyes looking at him through a sleepy haze. It only spurs his movement on, McCoy shifts his thigh which makes him gaso.
“Looks like someone ‘ot the party started, huh?” he huffs. “C'mere Spock, lemme help ya out.”
“Yes, ashayam, you dreamt of me..” Spock smiles slightly as he moves to straddle Leonard's hips instead.
His sheath pressed against Leonards mostly flaccid cock which made them both moan, his fluids leaking out of him. Leonard doesn't say anything else, letting him take the lead, so he obliges and crawls forward so that his sheath is atop of McCoys chin. Leonard grins, his hands move to cup his posterior, Spock sighs and then Leonard his snaking is tongue into his sheath. Spock shifts again so he's sitting on his mate's face properly and giving him full access.
“You will drive me to completion with your mouth.”
Leonard hums, Spock knows that Leonard wants him to use crude language. Only on occasion will he indulge the dirty talk his mate enjoys himself but his thought process is cut of when Leonard flicks his tongue over the hood, making his nerves feel like they are alight with pleasure. Spock hungry thrusts into Leonard and the human laps at him like a desperate man in need of water and Spock is his only salvation. His hands clutch at the pillow beneath him as his mate works him open with his wonderful tongue, McCoy grips his cheeks tighter only serving to make Spock grunt and roughly drive into him. Sheath gushing out fluid into Leonard's mouth, his tongue delving deeper into his channel and fluttering past his Vhira, they both lose themselves in pleasure and Spock feels Leonard harden again.
Now Spock is giving into his more primal urges as he rams into Leonard face, using him to derive pleasure whilst his tongue thrusts into his channel and hits all of his spots. Leonard moans into him, making his sheath vibrate with his delicious noises, Spock grunts and shouts his mate's name before giving in to the white hot pleasure and orgasming whilst Leonard works him through it expertly and lapping up his fluids. Sated.
He pulls away and allows Leonard to breathe properly, then takes in his face, chin covered in his mess but his eyes glint with contentness. Then he flops down next to his lover, who smiles at him before snaking a hand down his cock, Spock tries to move to help but his thighs tingle and Leonard stops him nevertheless. Giving him a reassuring look before he starts stroking his length, setting a fast pace to get him over the edge, Spock looks at the doctor's callous hands and admires them. McCoy groans and arches his hips before coming on his hand and abdomen. He looks well and truly screwed, with his come dribbling down his chin and onto his neck, then McCoys own seed painting his skin. Spock smirks at the sight, only yesterday was he the one panting a writhing, he was glad to return the favour.
“Hell Spock, that was somethin’, you alright there?” Leonard shifts and turns towards him.
“Yes, I am as you say ‘fucked out’.”
“You and me both, had a hell of a dream ‘bout you then you go and make it a reality. God I love you Spock but let's take it easy today okay?”
Spock nods, Leonard rubs his thighs affectionately and they share a tender kiss though he can taste himself on McCoy's lips. Then Spock stands, getting a wash cloth from his bathroom and wetting it. He cleans them both up thoroughly before getting back into bed with his partner for a while longer. They have all the time in the world after all.
-
Later on that day, Spock decides to finally try the revered pineapple on pizza. McCoy is in sickbay filling in some reports even though its his day off but if Spock were to remind him then he'd be a hypocrite. Spock walls into the sparsely populated mess and orders one slice of Hawaiian pizza without the ham of course. No one looks at him oddly for ordering such a thing, perhaps its just McCoy who has something against this combination or maybe he just wanted to argue with Spock for no reason.
He sits down and brings the slice to his mouth and takes a small bite and actually enjoys the flavour and texture of the pineapple and the pizza. Spock eats the slice and finds his hypothesis to be true, pineapple on pizza is nice.
A moment later Leonard sits across from him with a sandwich and some apple juice. Spock can't help but think about the illogical statement, ‘an apple a day keeps the doctor away’, he smiles slightly at the random thought before his mate leads forward and intertwines their hands.
“What did'ya have to eat?”
“I had a slice of Hawaiian pizza.”
“I see, what do you think of it then?” he rolls his eyes and huffs.
“I found I quite liked the texture of pineapple mixed with the pizza though I do not think I'll eat it again.”
He'd rather stick to his usual foods, Spock went a little out his comfort zone trying this and finds that he prefers eating pineapple on its own. McCoy nods and gives him a satisfied look, apparently happy.
“You do not mind?”
“‘Course not, as long as your happy. Who am I to judge?” McCoy squeezes his hand and takes a bite of his banana sandwich…
That was certainly an odd combination but McCoy had told him as a kid he's eaten it a lot, so Spock merely nodded. Leonard had just wanted a reason to argue as usual, his hazel eyes glinting mischievously as he ate his lunch. Spock resists the urge to roll his eyes at his illogical mate.
They were definitely an odd pair but Spock never wanted that to change. Arguing, no, debating is their love language after all.
content warning: Blood and injury, non-graphic surgery
@mcspirkevents
It’s another day on the enterprise, Doctor McCoy is staring down at his coffee whilst idly reading some research about the Vulcan healing trance. Something he’d never even known existed before Spock joined their ranks on this ship, for a lack of a better word he finds it fascinating how Vulcans have such control over their own bodies both mentally and physically. He’d seen Spock do it before and he had to be slapped to wake up from it. McCoy has grown closer to Spock recently despite how it might look on the outside, arguing and throwing insults at each other though Spock did it more subtly by insulting him with his big words. Leonard had developed a soft spot for the half-Vulcan and he blames it on Jim, the damn matchmaker! Not so subtly coaxing his buried feelings for Spock like you would trying to disarm a landmine, when Spock and Kirk got together Leonard put his affections aside and showed them his fullest support. Though deep down he longed for both of them, with Jim it was easier to admit his feelings for him as they had been best friends years before they departed to space together. Maybe they screwed around in their academy days. Maybe.
With Spock however, Leonard didn't know when his feelings for him started, at first McCoy would poke at Spock about his feelings and humanity. Then it grew into something more and they'd debate the mundane to the nonsensical, Spock would occasionally give him a small smile that made his ridiculous heart skip a beat. Maybe he should have gotten that checked out because now he's having a goddamn heart attack over the stupid green-blooded man. Who's being rushed into sickbay with a stab wound to the chest, and of course Jim with his shirt ripped to pieces that he may as well just be shirtless. Not that he'd mind a bit. However, he also has a couple of gashes and bruises, though not as bad as Spock.
“Get him prepped for surgery, Stat!” McCoy shouts out his orders and follows after Christine who's diligently checking over the hair-brained Vulcan.
McCoy switches into doctor mode, ignoring the fluttering in his stomach when he looks at the emerald green blood leaking out of his partner, he tries not to think about how close the wound is to his heart. Spock had long since entered a healing trance which McCoy is thankful for, he doesn't think he'd be able to stop himself from lecturing the man about how stupid he is, though he'll do that once Spock wakes up. He and Jim better have a good explanation for this one.
The doctor breathes in and out, it's all a blur after that. Green blood staining his hands as he sets about discerning the damage, cleaning the most obvious wound and administering anesthetic. The offending weapon had not penetrated the patient's heart and had grazed past his stomach which only required him to use the tissue regenerator for a short while before knitting the flesh back together with an Autosuture as a dermal regenerator wouldn't do much for a deeper wound. The bleeding has stopped, slowly but surely the patient's pale skin starts to pull together and is only left with a green scar atop it. McCoy sighs and starts to work on mending the other lighter wounds, then makes sure there are no other issues present. It's slow work but he's glad the patient is all patched up and not bleeding on him, he grabs a hypospray that will accelerate organ tissue growth and help Spock heal quicker. As he isn't perfectly healed up quick yet, he dreads trying to keep the stoic Vulcan off duty for a couple of days.
McCoy takes off his protective gloves, Christine gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder and smiles at him knowingly before leaving. The room is empty and quiet, the only noise being the heart-rate monitor which is slow because of the healing trance. He sits down on a plastic chair and looks up at Spock's face that's eerily still, Leonard intertwines their hands and thinks about hugging him when he wakes up. After a couple of minutes, Jim comes in and sits next to him.
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah he's okay, Jim. It was a close call though…” he huffs.
“I'm glad he’s okay, sorry for worrying you Bones.” Jim puts a hand on his thigh and gives him a small smile.
He doesn’t feel like lecturing Jim today, but he gives him a look that communicates how he feels. They never learn, he thinks and rolls his eyes. McCoy knows it comes with the job, all these unknowns and dangers but there’s also a beauty in it, when Spock talks about the new life he’s found on the planet or performing experiments with him down in the labs just because Leonard knows it makes him happy even if he doesn’t express it. Slowly he feels himself drifting off, holding his partners' hands as he sleeps.
Leonard dreams of Spock, putting a hand on his face and stroking the pale skin gently, tracing his fingertips over his pointed ears which makes the Vulcan start to purr softly. He feels at peace. Jim is petting his hair lightly too.
The dream turns sour. Green and red blood soaking his hands as he panics, only darkness is around him and he can hear his lovers yelling out in pain and he can do nothing but search the endless void covered in their gore.
He wakes up with a soft gasp, his heart beating fast and for a second believing his nightmare to be true. However, it isn’t, as Jim is next to him and resting his head on his shoulder whilst he naps. Leonard squeezes both of their hands. In the end he drags Jim back to their quarters for the night, it won’t do them any good to sleep in the shitty sickbay chairs and have an awful neck ache in the morning. Jim reluctantly follows, they eat some food and shower before falling asleep next to each other.
The next day, McCoy promises to watch over Spock so that Jim can get back to his duties as captain. Sickbay is mostly quiet, aside from a couple of crew members who had either had an accident in engineering or caught a minor virus. Leonard is thankful for that, being occupied for the morning to take his mind off Spock for a little while. When there’s no one else left to treat he drifts over to Spock's bed and simply looks at him, taking in his appearance as well as glancing towards the monitor. He finds himself thinking about what could’ve happened, seeing Spock with a knife wound to his Vulcan heart and dying in front of him, he bites his lip and feels himself becoming emotional even though his partner is right there in front of him sleeping away. It’s illogical to dwell on the what ifs, Spock would chide him but give him a small smile that acknowledges his concerns.
Then he’s sitting by the biobed again, wiping a tear from his eye. He’s about to grasp Spock's hand when the heart rate monitor picks up, in his mind he feels a pull and he knows it’s time to wake up Spock. Leonard stands up and puts a hand on Spock's cheek, instead of slapping him he intends to try a different approach. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to Spock's lips and bites his lip. That seems to be enough to break it as Spock is kissing him back within seconds, he feels a surge of affection from the Vulcan - Leonard huffs and pulls back. Spock is giving him a questioning look with a raised eyebrow.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” McCoy boops Spock's nose.
“An unorthodox way to bring me out of my trance,” he rasps.
“You’re welcome, darlin’.”
They kiss again, Leonard cards a hand through Spock's silky hair. He feels better now, banishing the what ifs from his mind to enjoy his lover's presence once again. Jim’ll be ecstatic to hear Spocks woken up, he’s probably already on his way.
“You really worried me there for a second Spock…” he takes a step back, taking in Spock's lively form.
“I am sorry, Ashalik.”
“You better be! If you die, I’ll bring you back and kill you again dammit. I love you…”
He crosses his arms and sighs, Spock gives him an apologetic look and sends his affections back through their bond. McCoy grabs Spock's hand and holds it tightly, projecting some of his previous thoughts, the alternatives. If that knife had been a centimeter closer, the green blood on his hands, not being able to save him. Neither of them say anything but Leonard knows Spock feels guilty and he knows Spock loves him and that he’s okay. A moment later, Jim bursts into the room and takes Spock's other hand, kissing him on the cheek.
“Spock!” Jim smiles.
“Jim. Should you not be on the bridge?”
McCoy rolls his eyes at that, as if Jim would stay there when Spock's awake and well. It’s not like the Klingons were attacking them or anything. At least he has the excuse of working in sickbay.
“I’m glad you’re okay, I’ve missed you.” He looks over to Leonard and holds his hand which makes him huff.
“And I, you.”
Jim stays for a while longer before giving him and Spock a peck on the cheek before departing back to the bridge reluctantly. Leonard traces lines over Spock's palm and closes his eyes, imagining having him and Jim in his arms before they sleep as they always do. He can feel Spock's approval, a soft purr thrumming through his body and they relax in each other's presence, no more thoughts about Spock's viridescent blood coating his arms, only peace and love as he holds his partner's hand in his.
didn’t know if that was a blessing or curse. Instead of dwelling on his performance in bed, Leonard pets Jim’s hair before pushing him down on his dick and hell did he want to groan loudly but instead he whispers Jim’s name before coming down his lover's throat. As usual Jim lapped it down like a man who hadn’t had water in days and that only spurred him on as he tipped over the edge. He lets out a blissful sigh when Jim releases him and leans his head on McCoys thighs, his warm breath calms him.
“Was that to your satisfaction, Doctor?” Jim mocks Spock and chuckles.
“No I hated it, just for that awful impression I’m deducting points.” he says sarcastically rolls his eyes, for that Jim deserves to be shot out the airlock into space.
“Oh come on, that was on point! Anyway I’ll be heading back to our quarters are you coming with?” Jim waggles his eyebrows as if McCoy didn’t know what he’s implying.
“Ah no, unlike you I need to finish this report. Now shoo and go pester Spock ‘til I get back.” Jim gave him one last pleading look before he trudged off.
Peace at last, until he had to return to their cabin. God knows what those two are up too whilst he works away.
When Spock agreed to being in a polyamorous relationship with McCoy and Kirk, he honestly did not give much thought to the sexual side of it. He enjoys taking them both out for dinner and sharing kisses with them both.
Never would he have thought about him being tied up with ropes and watching McCoy and Jim make love to each other roughly. Even more shocking, him enjoying it.
When Jim offhandedly suggested that if Spock wanted to watch them ‘fuck’, in his words, that neither of them would mind. Spock agreed to test out the waters of the flip side of their relationship. When he had first watched them, Kirk had given McCoy a handjob and that had made Spock intensely aroused. More than he'd ever been. He came within minutes of jerking himself off to the sight, his partners had been happy that he enjoyed the show.
After that, Spock became more inclined to engage in intercourse with the both of them. It brought them all closer to each other and through physical contact he can feel what his partners want and enhance the pleasure between them all. Spock trusts them both deeply, so as they're all laying on their bed together, Kirk shares a look with McCoy before turning to him.
“Spock…?”
“Yes, Jim?” he tilts his head inquisitively.
“How would you feel about being tied up?” Jim says quickly and averts his eyes.
“For what purpose?” Jim chokes at that and McCoy steps in.
“To watch us screw. You don't have to say yes if you don't wanna.”
“I see… I am amenable to that idea, it sounds intriguing.” Spock's ears flush bronze at the image drifting in his mind that Jim projected towards him unconsciously.
“Alright then, what do you say Jim?” McCoy says in a deep voice.
Jim wastes no time in kissing McCoy passionately. Then they break apart after a minute to breathe, the doctor gets up, likely to retrieve said ropes. Jim shuffles over to him and points two fingers towards him, Spock engages in a vulcan kiss with his mate. Through their contact Spock feels Jim's affection and excitement, with a hint of arousal building up, then they kiss the human way - Tender and gentle.
McCoy returns and Spock observes the dark green ropes in his hands, McCoy's brown eyes sparkle with anticipation and he smirks at him. Wordlessly he starts to undress, first taking his shirt off and then slowly unbuckling his trousers and shimmying out of them. His boots are already off and by the door.
Leonard bends down to kiss him, grabbing the back of his neck and exploring his mouth with his skillful tongue. By the time they break apart Jim is already undressed and by the looks of it is very aroused, Spock has become semi-erect and his penis is poking out of his sheath.
“Still sure ya wanna do this?” Leonard hums and slides a hand down his naked body, making him shiver.
“Affirmative.”
First Leonard positions him on his knees, then his arms behind his back, he starts binding his wrists together. Jim gives him an encouraging smile as the rope is secured around his torso and ankles so that he cannot move his limbs. Spock trusts them both explicitly and knows if he wants to stop then all he has to say is a single word.
“Fuck, your so hot.” Jim sighs and gives him one last glance over before he lays down before McCoy.
Neither of them waste any time, kissing each other lustfully and exploring each other's bodies wildly. His penis fully emerged and his slit leaking lubricant, he's moaning and writhing, wanting to touch himself as he watches Leonard prepare Jim with his fingers. Leonard had since grabbed some lubricant and smeared it over his hand and Jim had flipped over onto his chest. Slowly and methodically he opens Jim up as if he were performing a medical procedure, Jim is moaning loudly and it only makes is cock throb more.
Then McCoy coats his cock in lubricant and pushes into Jim swiftly making them both groan and Leonard grunt. Leonard pushes in and out of Jim and sets a brutal pace that has Jim shouting McCoys name as he hits his prostate with crude accuracy. Spock gasps as the rope shifts around his nipples and wrists, the sounds of his partners making his ears ring and penis ache. Fruitlessly he moves his hips, desperate for friction but he finds none, he feels his partners growing close through their weak link.
Leonards pace grows unsteady as he greedily pushes into Jim, so deep that the blonde can hardly form a sentence, only babbling things such as ‘love you’ and a variety of curse words. Jim comes only seconds before Leonard is spilling into him with one last thrust. Both of them making satisfied noises, Spock ruts his hips again, unable to orgasm despite his penis swelling and leaking.
“Hell that was amazin’. You did so well, Jim.” McCoy hums and slides out of him with a pop.
Jim only sighs in response.
“Ah, Spock. Let me help ya.”
Leonard gives him a worried look as he no doubt looks a mess. Hastily they share a short kiss before he unties him, once he's free he slides a hand down his is cock whilst Leonard kisses him gently and bites into his neck. Spock strokes himself, his fluids coating his hand and within seconds he's toppling over the edge and painting Leonards abdomen, he rests his head on his mate's shoulder and sighs contentedly. He starts to purr softly as McCoy pets his hair gently.
All of them are spent, after cleaning themselves up. McCoy, Spock and Jim snuggle up to each other under the covers. Spock's purrs, filling the air as he cuddles into Leonard's chest, behind him Jim wraps his arms around his waist. At that moment he feels safe as they drift off together.
Slowly Spock starts to wake up from the dreamless sleep he was having, he realises that there's a pressure on his thighs and an odd sensation on his stomach. He opens his blearily and sees McCoys tongue darting out and licking his way down to his abdomen, he pauses in his actions when Spock shifts slightly.
“Mornin’, darlin” he hums.
“Good morning, Ashaya. You may continue.” he rasps, voice still gravely from sleep.
“If you insist.”
Despite his sleepiness, Spock could feel himself becoming more aroused and hard at the sight of his mate performing such an act on his body. McCoy usually prefers to get to the point instead of taking sweet time to explore his body like Spock enjoyed to do with his hands on his dear Doctor. Then McCoy tugs his pants off and he dutifully cants his hips up so they can be slid down his slender legs, Leonard wastes no time in licking his shaft up and along his fra’ls which start to uncoil from his penis at the simulation. Spock bites back a deep moan, he ruts into Leonard who leans away from him, he smirks playfully. Of course Leonard would wake him up just to tease him. His fra’ls reach out to McCoy uselessly.
McCoy shifts and shares a chaste kiss with him before breaking apart and licking the shell of his pointed ear. That makes him gasp, his hips jerk when he lightly bites on the tip. Through their bond he can feel Leonard’s satisfaction and desire, so he purposefully shifts his hips forward so that his tendrils can latch onto McCoys shaft. Leonard lewdly groans into his ear as they coil around it, leaking his lubricant on his penis and laguindly caress it. McCoy laughs into his shoulder before getting the hint and returning to his previous activity of sucking him off slowly. He swirls the tip of his double-ridged cock in his mouth, swallowing the bead of lubricant that had gathered at the base. He puts a hand in McCoys hair whilst the other grasps the sheets below him, his fra’ls smear his fluids on Leonard’s face. McCoy hums as he takes
more of Spock in his mouth, he holds his hips firmly in place. His deft tongue hits all the rights spots and makes Spock sighs contently as he gently sucks on his ridges, however it isn’t enough and he wants more of his mate despite his drowsiness at being awoken whilst in his sleep cycle.
“Leonard…” he breathes.
Spock gasps when McCoy takes him to the hilt without flinching, then draws back up and lets him go with a popping sound. He sighs at the lack of stimulation but is finally able to speak without it coming out a garbled mess.
“I wish to penetrate you, if you are amenable.”
“I am.”
Then McCoy puts his arms either side of Spock, his fra’ls carefully open up his hole, Leonard grunts and writhes as his tendrils stretch and prepare him. Spock reaches behind him and inserts a finger to help aid the process, he bites his lip to stop himself for groaning loudly at the feeling of McCoys anus around his sensitive digits.
“Spock… Damn that feels good..” McCoy says inbetween moans.
By the time Spock is finished, his own cock aches and is leaking copious amount of lubricant. McCoy is kissing him roughly as their tongues explore each other's mouths as if trying to find treasure. Their desires meld together and Spock feels more awake then he’d ever been. Finally Leonard better positions his rear over Spock’s rock-hard penis, then he sinks down to the hilt without hesitation which makes both of them moan. His tendrils wrap around the doctors shaft which only adds to both of their pleasures, Spock jerks him off whilst McCoy sinks in and out of him swiftly. He shuts his eyes and reaches out for his beloveds hand and intertwines them together as he feels both of them reaching the end quickly.
The feeling of being inside his lover and simultaneously feeling his sensitive fra’ls around McCoys penis is exilerating, the wave of love from Leonard pushes him over the edge and he comes inside his mate with a shout. His fluid paints the doctors insides, with a squeeze of his fra’ls McCoy is finishing on his abdomen and milked of every last drop as he sighs pleasantly. Instead of pullling out, he carefully manoeuvres onto his side. Spocks fluids leak out of his hole and onto the sheets. Before he falls asleep once again McCoy grabs some tissues on the nightstand near him and passes some to him. He finds that he rather enjoys staying inside and feeling every movement.
They fall asleep again in each others arms, sated for now.
McCoy doesn’t know how they ended up here but somehow they did. Everything had happened very quickly and neither he or Kirk had time to think, to put it simply, a diplomatic talk had gone south by a misstep in speech. Jim accidentally insulted the leader of the planet because of a goddamn translation error, shots had been fired and they were left with little options as their weapons and communicators were confiscated as an act of trust. McCoy sorely regrets not trusting his gut about the situation, from the get go he felt as if something was up but Jim brushed him off and as usual went head-first into it. Look where that got them.
Now they are stuck in a tiny closet in very close proximity to one another, McCoy can feel Jim’s breath on his cheek and he can’t look anywhere but his sapphire eyes.
“So. Come here often?” Kirk smirks at him.
“Shut up.” he frowns and glares at the blonde.
“Well it could be worse, Bones.”
“Really? Nothing is worse than being stuck in a confined space with an immature man-child. Nothing.” Jim gasps dramatically
“Aw you love me really.”
Jim waggles his eyebrows suggestively. As of late the blonde had been flirting with him more often and honestly McCoy can’t tell if he’s joking or not. The man had shown no interest in him like that during their academy days although he had made a few offhand remarks about him being attractive and such but McCoy had chalked it up to his flirtatious nature. However, the situation at hand is definitely making him rethink his relationship with Jim. His leg is pressed in between Kirk’s thighs whilst his crotch ghost over the man’s leg, their faces are mere inches apart and Kirk is looking at him questioningly.
“Whatever makes you sleep better at night.” he rolls his eyes.
“So you don't deny it?” Jim inches forward, their lips centimetres apart
“I… Jim, w-whats…”
“Can I kiss you? Or am I missing the mark?”
“I don't… Ah to hell with it.”
McCoy kisses Jim gently, of course the blonde doesn't resist and instead moans loudly in his mouth. God, he's been wanting to kiss the man senseless ever since they got in this closet and probably before too. It's a passionate embrace and lasts until McCoy has to choke in a breath of air, he wants to laugh at the irony of the whole situation. Being stuck in a closet with his best friend that maybe he's been pining for since he first set eyes on him, the irony of it all.
Jim smiles at him then shifts his leg so that his groin presses against the blonde's thigh.
“Jim!” he gasps.
“Yes doctor?” Jim says in a low voice.
“We're supposed to be hiding! Not screwing around so that they can find us, dammit!”
“I can be quiet.”
He's about to say something else when Jim presses his thigh further into his crotch, making his dick twitch and him grunt. He bites his lip to stop himself from moaning, he gives Jim glare but concedes and kisses him more passionately. Then he reaches down and gropes Jim's cock through his pants, Jim makes a lewd sound in McCoy mouth and in turn bites his lip playfully. Jim ruts against him like some horny teenager then shifts so that their dicks brush against each other through their clothes, Jim puts a hand over his mouth to muffle his embarrassingly loud groan. In retaliation he sucks on Jim’s pulse point hard enough that it’ll leave a mark. The blonde flops his head back against the wall, so he reaches down and frees his hard cock from his trousers with considerable effort as they are cramped up against each other. Jim follows his lead and unzips his trousers. Their erections bump against each other and he sighs into Jim’s neck as he licks the mark he just made. McCoy grabs both of them and rubs them off slowly, pre-come leaks out of their tips and he uses that to jerk them both off. Jim’s dick is slightly longer then his but is more slim compared to his thicker length, Jim catches his lips again and it’s a kiss filled with lust.
“Fuck, Bones. been wanting to do this forever.. ah!” Jim whispers and pants in his ear.
McCoy quickens the pace of his movement, Jim thrusts into him needily. Both of them are on the edge of orgasam, McCoy uses his other hand to cover Jims mouth and Jim does the same, then he squeezes them both and gives a few more rough pumps before they are coming on each other's stomachs. Jim sighs into his hand and he closes his eyes shut as they ride through it together. McCoys hand is painted in both their fluids, he tucks their spent cocks back into their trousers. The blonde brings his sticky hand to his mouth and licks it clean.
“I can't believe we just did that!” he shout-whispers.
“We should probably get out of this closet huh? The Enterprise must've realised what's going on by now.” Jim says nonchalantly as if that hadn't just screwed each other.
After a stressful diplomatic mission to establish federation ties with a new warp capable planet, Kirk and Spock have agreed to join McCoy on a date down on the beautiful planet that they been exploring for the past few days. The skies above them are sapphire, much like earth in its atmosphere and rich culture. The city is gorgeous, with nature and technology as equals. Instead of large infrastructure covering the green lushness of the forest that surrounds the city, it's intertwined with it. Though Earth has improved in its care for nature, it certainly couldn't compare to this planet. However, McCoy is getting lost in the scenery around him and he looks over to Jim, who's avidly talking to Spock about the food they are currently eating. McCoy had brought them to a mighty fine restaurant with a variety of food available, he ordered a dish that has some sweet tasting chips much like sweet potatoes on Earth alongside a meat that reminds him of steak. Jim is eating a spaghetti like dish whilst Spock munches on some colourful vegetables. McCoy slides his hand across the table and joins his and Spock's hands together, making the Vulcan fluster and stutter for a moment whilst speaking to Jim.
McCoy is a simple man when it comes to giving and receiving love from his partners. He himself partakes in acts of service when gifting his affection to both Spock and Kirk. He'll often end up taking care of them both after a mission goes wrong, sickness overtakes them, or both of them are taking on too much stress. Well, it is kind of his job as ships chief medical officer. He also ends up planning most of their dates as Kirk is a spontaneous person instead of a planner like himself. Though Spock is organised and likes to plan things, he often overthinks the tiniest details for example when Spock asked if he could plan the date the previous time, he ended up spending hours making sure the placement of the single vased rose sat right, the lights were dimmed perfectly and the list goes on. Of course it was a great time and he appreciated all the effort that went into it but Kirk and himself didn't want Spock to stress out over a simple candle lit dinner, so it fell back to him as usual. So damn would he try his hardest to get the idiots to relax instead of overwork themselves to death, its hard work but he enjoys taking care of them both. It's the way he shows his affection even if it doesn't seem that way when he's ambushing Jim with a hypospray.
“Aw, I love it when ya blush, Spock.” he smiles, Jim decides to join in and holds Spock's other hand.
“You both are i-illogical. Why must you insist on holding my hands whilst we are having dinner.”
“Cuz you're cute, I love you too, Spock.” Jim squeezes his hand.
For a moment, they enjoy each other's presence. He feels the bond between them thrum with content feelings.
“Do yall promise to get some sleep tonight?” he glares at both of them.
Jim rolls his eyes at that but nods, Spock simply raises his eyebrow as if to say ‘Vulcans do not require as much rest as humans’. They've had that argument many times but have since come to a compromise as they often all sleep next to each other. Even Spock can't deny his enjoyment of that.
They're all enjoying dinner until the inevitable happens, and Jim is having an allergic reaction to something in his pasta. McCoy doesn't even break a sweat and rifles through his medical back - that's practically fused to him at this point. McCoy stabs his boyfriend in the neck and with the blessed help of Spock, they bring him back to the hotel they are staying at. Thankfully, it is located across from the restaurant they were eating at.
“Sorry I should've just stayed on the Enterprise.” Kirk wraps his arms around Spock, who is carrying Jim like a damsel in distress.
“Don't be daft, you can't help being allergic to everything, darling.”
“But-”
“Cease the unnecessary apologies, ashyam do not worry.”
Leonard can practically hear Jim's heart skip a beat as he loves being called pet names. McCoy found that out quickly after they had started dating, as a simple ‘darling’ or ‘honey’ made him blush as red as a tomato. He enjoys making Jim fluster and now having Spock to join him in making Jim blush. It's an easy way to turn Jim into a lovestruck mess.
They arrive at their room swiftly and Spock deposits the blonde on their large, soft bed. McCoy sits beside Jim and takes his readings again. His reaction is going down, the swelling in his cheeks too. Just to be safe, McCoy gives him another hypo to numb the pain. As usual, Jim gasps and glares at him as if he hasn't been injected before.
“Spock… Bones, you can still go out if you want to.”
McCoy had also planned for them to get drinks at a nearby bar after their meal. Obviously, he couldn't leave Jim on his own. Otherwise, he'd surely hurt himself doing something stupid, or he'd start thinking negatively. McCoy had witnessed Jim spiralling out of control before and it wasn't pretty but with his help he had gotten therapy to overcome his trauma. though it never fully went away which is why McCoy preferred to stay with him and offer him comfort and support.
“Jim, we will not be going anywhere. I would much prefer to stay and make sure you are alright. I am grateful for you, Jim, my T’hy’la.” Spock looks at McCoy and gives him a small smile as if to convey the same to him.
Spock goes to the other side of the bed and lays next to Jim, McCoy shuffles closer to the blonde man and gives him another check over before stroking his golden locks. Jim snuggles up to Spock and his hands softly graze the vulcans cheek and pointy ears, which makes Spock sigh happily. As per usual, they fall asleep without another word.
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Leonard wakes up slowly, opening his eyes only to be met with blonde hair in his face and Jim cuddling into his chest like a puppy. He moves his head and sees that Spock is awake and looking at him lovingly as his eyes sparkle in the daylight shining through the drawn curtains. McCoy reaches over to put a hand on his bare shoulder, the half-vulcan closes his eyes contently and purrs softly. He can feel Spock's affection through their bond and it makes him happy that he has such great partners.
As usual, Jim sleeps like a log. So he gets up after a while to go to the bathroom, Spock joins him as he goes through his morning routine of cleaning his teeth, shaving and brushing his hair. Simply resting his head on his shoulder from behind and hugging him, lately Spock has become more comfortable with physical touch and seems to enjoy it as his species naturally is inclined to physical touch.
After he's finished brushing his hair, he gives Spock a chaste kiss, deciding not to make fun of his clinginess today as he actually enjoys it.
“Alright I've got to shower now. Go annoy Jim ya pussy-cat.” he laughs and tries to shoo Spock away but he doesn't budge.
“I wish to join you if that is acceptable.”
McCoy huffs but nods. He's happy that Spock feels comfortable enough to shower with him in all honesty. Both of them undress, and McCoy can't help but stare at his partner's body. It's nothing he hasn't seen before. It feels different this time, though. Spock raises an eyebrow and then moves past him to turn the shower on. Leonard enjoys the feeling of warm water touching his skin. He finds Spock looking at him again with a twinkle in his eyes, though it feels different from when they were in bed. wordlessly, Spock retrieves some soap and rubs it across McCoys body and that alone is enough to make him feel aroused. He bites his lip to stop himself from thrusting, not wanting to make his boyfriend uncomfortable.
Methodically, Spock washes his body and then messages his scalp. The shower is spacious and Spock is in front of him. There's no doubt he can feel McCoys lust as they are touching. Then Spock feels down his chest to his abdomen, ghosting over his penis but not touching it. He moans into Spock ear lewdly, which elicits a gasp from the vulcan. In return, he kisses McCoy passionately. His slender fingers wrap around his waist and then he's being pushed against the wall beside him, Spock breaks the kiss to suck as his neck with those sharp canines of his - hell does he enjoy that.
Leonard can feel a wave of desire hit him from their connection which only bolsters his own, his cock twitches. Spock bites down on a particularly sensitive area of his neck which makes him groan.
“Fuck, Spock where'd you learn to do that?” he mumbles half coherently.
“Perhaps I have learned from our mutual partner.” he smiles almost smugly.
“Of course you did..”
Leonard is about to say something else when Spock abruptly kneels down and brushes his thumb over the head of his dick. Making him grunt and feel weak in the knees.
“Spock…”
“Yes, Doctor?”
“Don't call me that.” He glares at Spock who simply raises an eyebrow.
McCoy can tell Spock wants to ask him why but he resists and instead moves closer to his crotch. Spock darts his tongue out and grazes the tip teasingly. It feels like his nerves are being set on fire, he moans loudly and jerks Spock forward by grabbing his hair roughly. By some miracle, Vulcans don’t have a gag reflex which startles McCoy when Spock swallows him to the hilt. That makes him bang his head against the wall and gasp. God, Jim would love that.
He squeezes his eyes shut as Spock tentatively moves up and down, as if he’s treating a blowjob like an experiment of some sort. McCoy is very glad to be participating in it, he can barely think coherently as Spock sucks his dick and holds his hips to balance him. His hair is all wet as he strokes the silky black locks but it makes the Vulcan look all the more sexy. McCoy can feel himself coming close to the edge, then Spock releases him and sighs into his thighs.
“You good, darlin?” McCoy says worriedly.
“I am well.”
McCoy frowns, then Jim is poking his head into the bathroom. He clutches Spock's hair tighter. Jim smirks at them, taking in the sight before him, though his hair is ruffled and obviously he’s just woken up. Not that, that’s ever stopped him before.
“And why wasn’t I told about this?” He gestures and walks towards them, taking off his shirt swiftly.
“Cuz you were out cold, besides am I not allowed to fuck my other partner now?” he drawls.
“Whatever, you may continue but if I can join.”
McCoy rolls his eyes whilst Spock hums in approval, so Jim takes his pants off and joins them in the hot shower. He’s already erect and kneels down beside Spock to give him a tender kiss that turns more passionate when Jim strokes the shell of his pointed ear. Leonard sighs, typical that they’d do this to him, he’s about to reach down and jerk himself off but Jim stops him.
“Getting impatient now, Bonesy?” Jim smirks and takes him in his hand and squeezes.
He couldn’t think of a response as Jim opens his mouth and takes him almost fully, he’s moaning out both their names as Jim hollows out his mouth and renders him into a groaning mess. McCoy thinks he’s about to come when Jim pulls off with a pop sound, then he feels a finger tease his entrance. It’s Spocks fingers by the feel off it though he can’t tell left from right as he’s fucked by two long slick fingers, it feels as if he’s going to explode from pain and pleasure.
Then he’s being flipped, face against the wall and Jim whispers sweet nothings in his ear before he plunges inside him. Spock licks the shell of his ear whilst Jim relentlessly pushes into him. He barely lasts a minute before he’s tipping over the edge and coming against the bathroom wall, he wishes they’d done this on the bed as he clutches onto nothing - Spock grabs his hand.
He groans as Jim hits his prostate over and over again, he shuts his eyes and tries not to succumb to his weak knees. Spock turns his head and kisses him softly all the while Jim is moaning his name. Jim thrusts into him one last time before coming inside him, Spock finally spills over his side and sighs.
Jim pulls out of him with a wet sound and his seed spills out his ass. Spock catches him before he falls and leads him out of the shower, he grabs a towel and cleans him up effectively.
“Thanks, Spock.” he kisses him tenderly before departing the bathroom.
He flops down on the large bed and considers going back to sleep but unfortunately they have to go back to the Enterprise and back to work. So he gets up and sees Jim getting ready, he admires the sight of his partner before going over to hug him from behind and resting his head on his shoulder. Jim pecks him on the nose, then pulls him in for a proper kiss.
“Love ya, darling.” he rasps.
“I love you too.”
Jim smiles at the nickname.
“And I also love you both.” Spock calls from the bathroom.
Nearly done! Didn’t really wanna write all that much for this one so yeah. Maybe when I’m done I’ll do a longer fic for mcspirk! Who knows lol
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Kirk kisses McCoy passionately then leans back to peck Spock on the cheek. Currently he’s positioned on top of Bones with his dick deep inside his ass, it feels heavenly as he sinks down on it again. McCoys hips jerk and he moans. Spock bites into Jim’s shoulder which drags a whimper out of him, then the half Vulcan is reaching for his dick and gently caressing it, massaging it as if he’s testing a hypothesis. And hell does that turn him on, he can tell McCoy is close so he purposefully tightens his ass around his length. Then Bones came with a shout of his name, Kirk could feel himself getting close, Spock starts to slowly pump his dick making him sigh and rest his head on Spock's shoulder. He kisses his jaw and then pulls off McCoy who gasps and flops his head against the pillow behind him. Bone’s fluid drips out of him as Spock hand jerks him off and then he’s releasing onto McCoys stomach, he’s milked out of his orgasm until he sees stars. Then he falls back against his lover. He can feel Spock's desire and affection once again and he can also vaguely sense McCoys feelings though there aren’t many apart from post-orgasim euphoria and his love for them both slipping through. He’s glad they’ve reached this stage in their relationship where they are all comfortable with each other, however Spock is still a little nervous when it comes to more intimate acts such as the one they are engaging in currently.
Spock then puts his fingers into Jim’s mouth, obligingly he sucks on them. McCoy opens his eyes and smiles at him, he leans forward and takes Spock's other hand and starts to rub his fingers raw with his calloused digits and within seconds Spock is moaning both of their names as he comes on Jim’s back. They both release Spock's hands, the half-Vulcan is blushing from cheek to pointy ears, Jim turns around properly and kisses him on the cheek before standing up and getting a towel to clean them all up. Fuck he thinks as he feels both of their fluids on his back, he sighs, well and truly fucked out his mind as he grabs the towels and cleans them all up. McCoy and Spock are lying next to each other.
He joins them, slotting himself into the middle when Spock moves out the way. Jim always enjoys being in the middle. He lays on his back and pulls the blanket over them all, Spock snuggled into his side and rests his head on Jim’s shoulder, absentmindedly he traces over the bite mark on his shoulder. Jim smiles at him smugly, finding it funny that Spock likes to mark him. McCoy appreciates it less than him and often grumbles when he finds them after they’ve had sex, saying something like "dammit Spock this just makes more work for me y’know? I’m not like Jim who enjoys being bitten into like a chew toy. Damn Vulcans”. He said that when he first discovered them.
After a minute McCoy turned to him. He didn’t need to say anything, moving to rest his head on Jim’s chest contentedly. Jim pets his hair and falls asleep to Spock's light purring reverberating against his skin, it’s peaceful just being able to sleep next to his partners and not have to worry about anything until he awakens.
didn’t have time to check thru it so I shall tomorrow haha
Spock and Jim along with some other science officers had beamed down to a new planet that required further study and exploration as the scans did not reveal much of anything apart from that the atmosphere is breathable and that it’s rich in plant life. The sky is a light green hue whilst the deciduous forest that emcompasses much of the planet is a blue colour, an opposite to Earth. The vast diversity of the planet's vegetation is astounding and if he had the time to document every piece of it he would, however the stars call to him as do his partners.
So perhaps Spock is a little excited to observe the planet closer and bring back samples to the ship so that he can examine them. Jim smiles at him warmly when they beam down, he breathes in the fresh air and takes a step forward. The bluegrass crunching under their boots. Two other science officers have beamed down with them and they start taking recordings of the vast data around them. Obviously Kirk is here just to support Spock as he usually does even if there is no logical reason for him to be. McCoy had no reason to join them today and had made them promise not to get into trouble this time otherwise he’d kill them, illogical as always.
Speaking of interesting fauna, he comes across some small glowing mushrooms and other luminescent plants. Kirk crouches down next to him then gently touches the shroom.
“Huh cool.” he says nonchalantly, he glances at him.
“Indeed. I do not believe I have seen a planet with this many bioluminescent plants, fascinating.” Spock starts to explain more about the readings he’s taken and Kirk listens intently as if he’s talking about the most interesting thing ever, he feels Jim’s affection for him.
“Love it when you nerd out on me, I love you Spock.”
Jim looks over his shoulder for a moment, no doubt to check whether anyone is around. There isn't. Jim kisses him tenderly and brings a hand up to caress his ear softly. All is quiet aside from the wind blowing through the trees, Spock breaks the kiss to look at Jim and appreciate the human for all he’s worth. Those beautiful blue eyes staring back at him with so much love in them.
Then he hears a noise not so far away from them. It’s a scream.
Spock and Kirk are on their feet immediately, rushing towards the shrill of terror to find a thorny vine latching onto Lieutenant Sarin. She’s trying to rip her arm away but only making the thorns dig deeper into her skin. Kirk grabs his phaser and shoots at it, a direct hit, making the fine retreat away from Sarin. Green blood soaks her arm and she’s panting, the other officer - Ensign Tamar helps her stand up. Spock is about to call for an emergency transport but the vine knocks it out his hand as if it knows what he is going to do.
“Run!” Kirk shouts to the two officers.
Then the vines latch onto his ankles and dig into his skin, causing him to fall over and scream at the agony of the thorns in his skin. He can feel Jim’s panic through their bond, he curses. Trying to keep still so that his partner can shoot the vines but quickly they make their way up his legs and then Jim is thrown onto the floor and crying out when the vines lock up his hands so he can’t shoot. Spock grabs Jim’s hand and holds it tightly, he blocks out Jim’s agony and his own temporarily so he can think clearly for a moment. Then he feels a foreign entity in his mind, an instinctual drive to protect itself from danger and a fear of the unknown beings coming close to it. Spock gasps as the thorns dig deeper.
He realises that the vines are sentient to a certain degree and are reacting purely out of drive to protect it from danger. Spock opens his eyes, now the vines are snaking up his abdomen, he reaches down and puts two fingers against the plant. He’s unable to initiate a proper mind meld with it and instead sends a message that he is not a threat and does not mean any harm and nor does his crewmates, that they only wanted to learn about it.
For a moment nothing happens, then the thorns retract out of his skin and the vines slink away. He sighs in relief and looks over to Jim who is also being freed. Crimson blood stains Kirk’s arms, his sleeves shredded to pieces much like his trousers, his own emerald blood dripping down his legs. Through their joined hands he can feel Jim’s pain but he can’t block it out any longer lest he pass out. Spock grunts as he tries to get up. Thankfully the two officers return and help them both up, then they beam up quickly.
McCoy is pacing worriedly when they all beam back. For once they are spared the usual lecture as they require immediate medical care. He, Kirk and Sarin are wheeled off to sickbay hastily, McCoy has Chapel treat Sarin whilst he treats them. Spock can feel the anger and worry emanate from the Doctor, who treats them both with a regenerator. First Kirk gets his arms treated, McCoy carefully cleans the blood away. Jim winces as his skin is knitted back together and gets a quick kiss on the cheek before he turns to Spock and sighs as he begins taking off his trousers. Kirk’s shirt had already been ruined and the sleeves had been ripped off so there wasn’t a need for it to be cut up. The doctor had put them in a private room. Slowly, McCoy cuts into his trousers and removes them along with his boots.
“So what the hell happened down there then?” he huffs.
“We were attacked by some vines that appear to have some level of awareness and perhaps are sentient. I will have to conduct-“
“The hell you will! You’re not going back down to that planet again.” McCoy glares at him, he pokes one of Spocks injuries as he’s cleaning them which makes him wince. “You really wanna risk becoming injured more? Damn Vulcans and their research.. Ah sorry Spock, I’m just-“
“I understand, Leonard. I do not think they will attack us again as I conveyed that we are not a threat and simply want to learn more about them.” he scrunches his nose up when Leonard starts using the regenerator on him, it’s an odd feeling
“I promise we’ll be more careful next time, Bones” Kirk puts a reassuring hand on the doctor's shoulder and Spock puts his hand over Kirk’s.
“Ah I can’t stay mad at either of you can I?” he rolls his eyes but puts Socks thigh as he gets up. McCoy gives him a soft kiss on his forehead and repeats the gesture with Jim, Spock knows the stubborn man means well and genuinely worried about them.
Both he and Kirk get a change of clothes and then they’re heading back to Jim’s quarters. Not long after they eat, they all end up in bed and falling asleep in each other's arms.
After Spock's hormone levels had returned to normal, as Jim and Spock fucked it out. McCoy went to check on the two of them. He found them both laying in each other's arms, Jims completely naked and sleeping peacefully. His blonde hair even messier than usual though for once he looks more peaceful in his sleep, Spock is snuggled into Jim's side. Then the half-vulcan starts to stur, he sighs softly which makes Leonards constrict.
"Leonard?" he says softly as to not wake Jim.
"Ah Spock, I just wanted to make sure yall are okay… I'll uh leave you too it"
"No," Spock says simply.
"Well I don't wanna disturb…" he trails off, Spock is glaring at him as if to say 'get over here'.
So he does, thankfully this biobed is a little bigger then the rest of them. Maybe they had all curled up next to one another before. So he rolls his eyes and huffs but scans both of them before joining. At least he had finished his shift so Chapel couldn't get mad at him this time.
McCoy cuddles up on Jim's right side whilst Spock is on his left. He pulls a soft blanket over them all and for a moment it's peaceful, Jim shifts but continues to sleep blissfully. McCoy reaches for Spock's hand and intertwines them, he hears Spock gasp. So he squeezes it again and rubs his thumb over the half-vulcans. Then he starts to hear a soft purr coming from Spock, in the dim light he can see the blush on his face - he burrows deeper into Jim's shoulder. Through their connected hands, Leonard can feel Spock's embarrassment which makes him want to pull the vulcan into his arms and reassure him that there's nothing to be shameful over as it's only a biological response to feeling safe and content. But he only sends reassurance through their connection and that he quite enjoys the soft rumbling sound. They don't say anything else. Instead joining Jim in sleep.
McCoy woke up to Spock trying to escape sickbay, he’s trying to be as quiet as possible. So he gets up and wrangles him back into the bed, Jim had long since left to start his shift.
“Spock, get back into bed or else I’ll have you relieved of duty, damnit!” he yells.
“I assure you Doctor I am fine.”
“The hell you are!”
He decides to use an unorthodox approach when Spock tries to side step him, he grabs Spock's hand and squeezes it tightly. That makes Spock freeze and then blush deeply, he smirks.
“D-Doctor!” Spock flustered and tries to back away.
“Promise to stay in sickbay another day?” he grasps Spock’s other hand.
“Yes!”
“Good.”
Then he lets go, Spock trudges back to the bio-bed. Leonard feels bad for doing that but he’s worse then Jim when it comes to staying in sickbay or attending physicals. Though he had become better at doing physicals on time because of their relationship. He knows that touch is a hard thing for Spock. McCoy sighs and sits on the edge of the bed.
“What’s the deal with your hands anyway? I promise I won’t do that again if you just-“
He’s cut off when Spock brings him into a kiss, his slender fingers caress his cheeks gently. He enjoys kissing Spock. As they are soft and sweet compared to Jim who's passionate and needy most of the time. They break apart to look into each other's eyes, Spock raises an eyebrow.
“Vulcan hands are sensitive as you know.” he glares at him. “And among Vulcans, holding hands is seen as an indecent gesture in public, it is often only done in private.”
“Oh. Shit well you could’ve told me earlier that holding your hand is like fucking you or whatever the hell!”
“Perhaps I should have, it is not as obscene as having sex but merely a more sexual gesture. I suppose I do not really experience arousal when we are holding hands. I am not used to it, that's all.” Spock holds his hand again, rubbing his slender fingers over McCoys more calloused hands.
“Alright, so we’re good?” McCoy smiles more softly at their intertwined hands.
“Yes, I shall stay here for another day if it pleases you, ashalik”
“Damn right it will, honestly you’re worse then Jim sometimes.” he laughs and gives Spock another scan-over before leaving to finally start his day's work.
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