Spock tickling Bones because he loves to see those human reactions, and Bones literally cannot hide it because he's too ticklish and too human <3
And all the while, through every tease Spock keeps a straight face, which of course Bones knows is done solely to annoy and tease him more.
Spock, being a touch-telepath, knowing Bones is enjoying this more than he's letting on, and knowing when enough is enough for now.
And Bones getting to be joke-grumpy about it afterwards (even though he loves having Spock's attention), which is of course his favourite communication strategy. He enjoyed it, but god dammit if he ever let the vulcan know.
A/N: Cute grump man is cute. So yeah, I wrote a fic again, but it's hardly my best work. *sweaty emoji* The writing process was very hard somehow, I couldn't get where I wanted to get with it. But I still had to work though my Bones feels and inspired by @cas-kingdom I added a Jim Kirk sister!reader. Sorry this is not so good. And also the Star Trek AOS fandom is probably dead. :,D Have fun anyway.
Bones was slowly blinking awake to another day in space without the lights peaking in through the curtains like they would have through a normal window on earth. That day it didn’t provoke a longing sigh out of him though. That day was a special day.
A warm feeling of homeliness nestled in his chest and as unusual as it was, his first action of the day was to smile a small, innocent smile to himself. What could feel more like home than tradition? And what better traditions were there than birthday traditions?
Ever since they’d visited the Academy together, (Y/N) Kirk and her brother Jim had jumped on top of him first thing in the morning on his birthday to begin the day with quite the embarrassing ordeal. It was just that Bones had grown so fond of that ordeal, he wouldn’t want to miss it for anything in the entire universe.
He didn’t have to wait long until the mechanical doors to his room on the Enterprise opened with a hiss and footsteps of mischief entered his chambers. He kept his eyes closed, the smile clinging stubbornly to his face. The footsteps considered themselves stealthy, but he could hear them approach without a problem. When they turned silent, he prepared himself for the impact. Said impact consisted of a 22 year old whose knees managed to push all air out of his stomach like every god damn year and whose voice yelled out the most enthusiastic « HAPPY BIRTHDAY » imaginable, as she settled down on top of him, hands pushing against his chest.
With a groan and a tired chuckle, Bones rubbed at his eyes and put his hands on top of hers. Just like her brother, the enthusiasm of (Y/N) Kirk could kick in rather early on a normal day. On birthdays, it was automatically doubled and quadrupled. He hadn’t expected this to be a means to get to him, since he was a rather … broody type of person. But he’d become their personal overprotective extra brother pretty much immediately after arriving at the Academy. As if their blind enthusiasm had grown a kind of perma-worry in his chest that now linked him to these two siblings irrevocably. He’d grown accustomed to it, to them, to pulling them back by their collars when they were about to crush into things while talking excitedly, to getting jumped on, clapped on, attack-hugged or tickle attacked on a basis that could drive other people nuts. He didn’t want to be without it anymore. So as his stomach was probably turning purple from knee-onslaught and his head spinning slightly from hands shaking him on his mattress, he only smiled and said : « Happy birthday to you as well, (Y/N). »
(Y/N) Kirk let out a sound of annoyance, which only added all the more to Bones’ amusement as the shaking of his body intensified to a level that was close to making him nauseous. « That’s not how happy birthdays work, Bones. »
« No? »
« No! »
« Bugger. I was just trying to be poli- HITE. » He jolted violently when the hands on his chest wandered to his sides to tweak them, a strangled squeak escaping his lungs, making (Y/N) laugh at him. With a soft sigh he could only roll his eyes. Of course, she wouldn’t allow him a moment of preparation, before going straight for what she called the birthday tickles. Neither he nor Jim were safe from them and neither of them would have wanted a single birthday without them - but, of course, the struggle was part of the game.
« Would you at least give me the chance to regain my breathing first? » Bones asked, holding his hands up defensively, « You little flipper are much heavier now than the first time you did this. »
« Excuse me? »
It was impossible for Bones to suppress his chuckles when (Y/N) let out the most insulted howl out of nowhere, her hands trying to worm their way past his defensive ones to get at the sensitive spots on his neck. He managed to avoid her attack by interlacing their fingers, but found himself yapping for air yet again when instead, she made herself extra heavy on his stomach.
« You talk of being polite! Say that again, old man? »
« OW, ohohow, okay, OKAY! You’re not heavy! You’re strong! STRONG! And I’m SUFFOCATING! » Smirking, she shifted her weight further down to his hips, allowing him to dramatically gasp for air without letting go of her hands. He was aware that his upperbody was out in the open now with nowhere to go and nothing to protect him from her quick, agile fingers but his thin grey sleep shirt. He was already breathless from fooling around with her. How was he supposed to take what was about to come for him?
« You are just trying to distract me from my very important morningly Bones birthday duties, but that simply won’t work. »
Having grown accustomed to the darkness, he could see (Y/N) rather well now, her face looming above him with that shit eating grin plastered right on top of it. He couldn’t keep from shifting nervously. She had tickled him into hysterics numerous times already and as it was all in good fun and he always got his revenge on her, he could never quite overcome the dread that accompanied being on the receiving end. She knew exactly how to get the best reactions from him and while he did enjoy the strike-and-defend part of the game and to a degree also the laughing, he did feel his heart drop in his pants at the idea of being unprotected. He wasn’t scared of her or Jim making him uncomfortable in any way, but the anticipation of being defenseless never stopped to get his hysterics kicking in.
When (Y/N) started moving her hands now to get them out of his grip, his heart immediately pounded faster and nervous, uncontrollable chuckles escaped him.
« Can’t we just skip this part? » He started negotiating, his voice sounding breathless from the effort of holding in his panicked laughter - more or less. Jim’s younger sister grinned like it was actually her birthday and not his. Something about this ritual of theirs told him that she anticipated both days identically.
« Absolutely not. »
He puffed his cheeks out in concentration when she tried to free one hand from his grip by aiming to grasp his wrist and pulling it away. He was fortunately too strong for her to succeed. They were both partially coughing out laughs, partially gasping from their battle of strength.
« No way that we can go right to the part where I get cake and presents? »
« Out of the question. »
A yelp escaped him, when her hands suddenly shot down and he almost didn’t manage to stop her from reaching his stomach. The panicked hiccups of laughter didn’t exactly help, but at least the same giddy noises were weakening her attacks.
Suddenly Bones had an idea. « Truth, truth, truth! »
« Are you kidding me? »
He suppressed a smirk, when he saw the surprise flicker over her face in the dark.
« At least for the amount of time it takes to turn on the lights. » He explained, panting way more than he’d like to admit, simply due to the bit of wrestling.
« Hmmm. » (Y/N) made, narrowing her eyes at him quizzically. « And you promise not to pull anything while I reach for it? »
« Faithfully. » An innocent grin on his face, he opened his hands, allowing her fingers to detangle themselves from his. Oh, he would pull the biggest anything he was capable of. Self-defense and all. The only way to win a tickle fight against the Kirks was to strike back early on and render them giggly and curly without mercy before they could do the same to you.
« Fine. » (Y/N) said, glaring at him a moment longer before she made the quickest possible reach for the light switch next to his bed - a speed that would have made warp specialists gasp in admiration - and ended up squealing almost instantly when his hands shot up to attach themselves to her underarms. Like a little hedgehog she immediately curled in on herself and crumbled on his chest in a heap of shrieks and giggles. Her accusing laughter worked like magic on him, making his heart weigh lighter and his own smile spread out wider than before. That sound was one of the best gifts to receive on his birthday.
« Ohhhhh, now you’ll get it. Now, you’ll see! Not so cocky anymore, huh? »
« YOU- YOU LIAR!! » Her laughter grew in intensity as his fingers continued their wiggling under her clamped down arms. Helplessly, she was trying to hit him to get free, while also keeping her arms close to her body which looked incredibly funny and didn’t really lead to the desired results. All he had to do was continue the wiggling to turn her into a giggly mess. And he was happy to continue doing just that.
« Thanks for turning on the lights for me, sweetie. Would be a shame if I couldn’t see that shiny smile of yours. » With the widest smirk, he looked on as she danced from left to right on his chest, squeaking and laughing ceaselessly. He couldn’t really see her smile since she was burying her face in his chest, but the crinkles in the corners of her eyes, the reddened cheeks and the blinking of her teeth didn’t go unnoticed.
« Now who needs cake when I have a ticklish little Kirk right here? » (Y/N) screamed deafeningly when he leaned in closer to growl into her ticklish neck, threatening to bite it, as she kept on flopping around on his chest like a fish out of water.
« Dohoohohohon’t!!! »
« Don’t what? Don’t stop?
He was beaming as she struggled to get out another word, so close to rolling off of him and ending up in exactly the position he tried to trap her in to wreck her completely before her brother would show up. But the mechanical doors opened again before he managed to go through with his plan.
Jim gasped in utter exasperation and raced to the bed. « Did you start the birthday tickles without me?? »
« JIM!! HEHHELP ME!! » (Y/N) squealed in ticklish agony, as Bones blew the worst raspberry under her chin, almost failing at keeping him pinned under her. Getting a good look at her sparkling eyes narrow with laughter and her bright, bright smile, Bones felt such a twang of affection for Jim’s younger sister that he did not notice him sitting down on his shins, until wily, evil fingers were scribbling over his knees like armadas of spiders.
« Unhand my sister, evil older doctor! »
Bones bucked his hips up and yelled out incoherent protests at the sudden ticklish sensations, pulling his hands out from underneath (Y/N)’s arms to try and push her off. But she was back to warp speed, gripping his wrists and starting yet another fight for the upper hand. Bones was holding against her attempts of pinning his arms while his legs were trying helplessly to kick off one Jim Kirk whose ticklish onslaught was weakening him more than he liked.
« JIM! Noonononononono, » he kept shouting to prevent his stomach from giving into the twitching, bubbling urge to break out into high-pitched giggles, knowing all too well that laughing wouldn’t do him any good in his current position. But Jim knew how to push his buttons and he did not feel any obligation to leave them unpushed.
« They’re not called birthday tickles for nothing, Bones. It’s YOUR birthday. »
And with that, his younger best friend got a good grip on these two specific spots on the sides of his thighs, just above his knees, and was digging into them as if there were no tomorrow. All hell broke loose. Bones started howling with laughter, too distracted by the overwhelming sensations to successfully continue fighting off the younger Kirk. One of his arms was down in a heartbeat, his unprotected left side used as a scrapbook for (Y/N)’s scribbling fingers.
« NOHOHOHOHO, » His protests turned much louder when his laughter kicked in, his voice almost timidly high when he managed to shout out a word through the uncontrollable wave of wholehearted giggles right from the center of his chest. « I HAHAAHATE YOUU TWO!!! » He squealed, feeling his eyes turn teary as he pried them open as much as he could while laughing. His head was turning from right to left on his pillow as he sunk down deeper and deeper on the bed in his violent attempts to break free.
« As if! » Jim’s laughter mixed with his own, his fingers way too precise in the targeting of his weak spots, reminding him of just how ticklish he actually was. Unbearably so to make it short.
« JIHIHIHM STAHAHAHP!!! »
No can do. You shriek like a new alien life form when I do this. »
Yeah, but he also kicks like one. » (Y/N) added, as she was struggling to keep him pinned and tickling him at the same time, starting to squeak when he pretty much changed the roles and was the one holding her arm down, aiming at biting it.
STOP BITING ME! » She laughed, her amusement audible as she protested, turning the tickling on his side into hitting. « A LITTLE HELP HERE JIM! »
When (Y/N)s struggles didn’t diminish, Bones could feel Jim’s fingers disappear from his thighs, the young man climbing up higher on the sheets to come to her support.
At least that meant his thighs were save for now, but his upperbody wasn’t exactly an armored wonderland of steel either. He was already squirming harder simply because he could see the faces of both Kirk siblings now and their grinning, mischievous expressions weren’t exactly calming. Slumping against his sister, Jim didn’t hesitate to grab Bones’ free wrist and pin it next to his head, copying what his sister was already doing with the other hand.
Gasping for air, Bones felt too weak at the moment to resist. He was never too weak to complain though.
« Jim, you little wingnut. Did you have to ruin my victory? »
« Victory? I had everything under control. »
Bones chuckled despite his lack of breath when (Y/N) poked him in the side for his comment, both of them too fond of each other to resist the urge to smile for very long.
« I bet you did, sweetheart. » Jim said, not without a trace of irony in his voice. « But I have to say that I feel a little left out at the moment, like I have to make up for the Precious. Time. I already. Missed on this fair. Fair. Morning. » Jim teased, poking Bones in the ribs at every unnecessary break in his sentence, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut and clench his fists in (Y/N)s grip, hisses and coughs of laughter jumping out of him. Jim stopped with a chuckle and sent a genuine smile his way. « Happy birthday, Bones. »
« Happy birthday my ass. You two are seriously my ultimate demise. » He breathed out as if in defeat. But the corners of his lips twitched when the two of them laughed gently, giving him a breather as Jim bonked his head against his sister’s in greeting.
« You shouldn’t go into battle without me, munchkin. »
« Lesson learned. » She answered, rubbing her head against his in response, as if they were two lion cubs rather than two humans.
Bones made an exceptionally annoying cooing sound at that and had their threatening glances on him again in no time. He gulped, his body growing tense again, his wrists fighting harder for their freedom.
« Now, listen. »
« I’m listening. » « Me too. Intently. »
The nervous hysterics were taking over him again as Jim crawled closer to take over the pinning duties for both of his wrists now, much stronger and much more trained at holding Bones down effectively than (Y/N) was.
« I’m- I’m sure I’ve had enough for one birthday. » Bones stammered, looking on as (Y/N) made a show of cracking her fingers.
« Enough already? Seriously? » Jim asked almost lazily, even though his eyes were glinting mischievously. « But Bones, you’re one year older now. Doesn’t that mean you need even more cheering up than before? »
Bones sent his best friend a glare, trying to pull himself up on the bed in order to get his arms down further for extended protection. But with (Y/N) sitting on his hips and Jim holding him down, he wasn’t going anywhere. And that only made him feel all the more sensitive and exposed. With a sigh he let his head fall back on the pillow.
« You two will be the death of me. »
« You love us. » (Y/N) chuckled and teasingly poked Bones’ ribs again, making him jolt and gasp and send her a glare as well. But when the glare met her giddy face, it softened immediately and he knew he was doomed, because he was all too conscious of the fact that he would do anything to see that smile. And apparently, (Y/N) and Jim had the same sentiment about his.
« Is it love though? » He asked suddenly, in a voice way too airy for his momentary position, considering the fact that he was about as helpless as a starship next to a black hole. He could see the siblings exchange a meaningful glance, but who was he to stop provoking them? « I suppose brainrot is a better word for it, or straight on a seriously questionable part of my self-care, considering the fact what I am putting up with, simply because- »
The end of his sentence fell short when (Y/N)’s fingers decided to dig right back into his sides, ten fingers wiggling into his exposed ticklish spots, causing his hips to buck up in shock and his voice to elicit a shrieky « NO! » before deep, booming laughter demanded the air in his lungs, making further commentary on brainrot impossible.
He squeezed his eyes shut against the unbearable sensations, tossed his head from left to right and pulled at his arms like crazy, but Jim merely laughed, forcing him back down and cooing, actually cooing at him, making this whole thing all the more bitter-sweet.
« You seriously have no idea how cute you look while you’re being tickled. I love the mix of murderous and giggly, it’s just perfect on you. »
« SHUUHUHUHT UHUHUP, JIM!!! » Bones squealed, when (Y/N)’s fingers found their way across his ribs, giving each of them some special attention before going for his underarms, running her fingers over them in a gentler way, driving him nuts.
« Plehehhease, » he heard himself giggle, much to his own embarrassment, « plehehhehease dohoohohn’t!! »
« Bones, you’re not really helping yourself with your adorable giggles here. » (Y/N) said, her smile audible in her voice as she started scratching at his upper ribs with her fingernails, throwing him into hysterics again, bucking and fighting under her without managing to break free or to put a halt on her attack, his brain definitely undergoing some kind of rot as he himself turned into jelly on his bed.
« JHIIHM LET ME GHOOH!! LET GOHOHO!! » His laughter made his attempted threatening tone sound way too harmless, as he pulled at his arms, tried to weasel his way out by robbing further to the right. He only succeeded in stretching his arms out more and blocking his own sight, so he quickly fell back in the middle of the bed, the tingly sensations on his stretched out stomach too intense to keep from bucking and tossing around harder than before.
« NOHOHOT THEHEHRE!! » He shrieked, his laughter kicking up a notch, when (Y/N)’s fingers brushed that one spot on the left side of his stomach that was so ticklish, he actually managed to get his left arm out of Jim’s grip.
« WOW! » Jim shouted in surprise, laughing at the doctor’s reaction and suddenly losing the other arm as well, weakening himself due to getting pretty much infected with Bones’ giddy giggles.
« JIM NO! » (Y/N) laughed, trying to keep her hands on Bones’ ticklish spots despite his struggling, slapping, grabbling hands that were eager on keeping her from doing.
« I CAN’T! I CAN’T! » Bones laughed helplessly, as (Y/N) still managed to tickle him too much to end his troubles. « NOHOOH MOHOHORE!! I CAHAHAN’T BREATHE!! »
Jim gave up trying to pin Bones back down, and instead added to the ticklish feelings on his stomach by jabbing his fingers into his ribs again, Bones’ arms not capable of protecting his entire upper body against their attacks. His laughter turned silent at that, before flowing out even louder than before, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, overwhelmed by four hands torturing him at once.
« PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! » Bones wheezed, his face hurting from laughing so much as the fingers were scribbling over his sides, stomach and ribs without mercy. He could only shake his head wildly anymore, all laughter having turned him defenseless against the ongoing attacks. Weakly, he extended one hand to jab at Jim’s ticklish side, succeeding in gaining a bit of air as the Captain of the Enterprise fell back with surprised yelps of laughter. But when hands were searching for his thighs again, he had to give up.
« OKAY! OKAY! PEACE! I CALL PEACE! » He yelled, his hands flailing all over his upperbody to fight off any further jabs and tweaks. With a laugh (Y/N) stopped her attack immediately, Jim complying as well, groaning at the missed opportunity to make him « shriek like a new alien life form » another time.
(Y/N) slumped down next to him immediately, curling up against his side like a sandbag, exhausted from the wrestling, fighting, tickling. Bones merely had to shrug her nose away from his neck, too riled up and sensitive still from all the ticklish feelings still ghosting over his skin. (Y/N) chuckled and buried her face in his shoulder instead.
« That was fun. »
Bones huffed, as Jim dropped down on his other side, their shoulders touching as he dramatically opened his arms and stared at the ceiling. They were all gasping for breath as smiles were clinging to their faces.
Jim eventually poked into Bones’ shoulder. « I think you cheated. »
Breathing out an airy laugh, he pushed his elbow in his side. « I doubt that’s even possible in tickle fights. Or rather tickle slaughter. » He sent (Y/N) a meaningful glare, grinning when she burst out laughing,
« You are both being very dramatic. »
« I’m allowed to. It’s my birthday and I just got tickled out of my damn mind. »
« And I’m the Captain of this ship. I can be dramatic all I want. »
« Sounds legitimate to me. » (Y/N) concluded and grinned to herself as her brothers slowly regained a normal breathing pattern.
« Happy birthday again, Bonesy. No matter how old you get, I doubt you’ll ever be too old to have us do that. »
« Well, isn’t that a happy outsight for the future. » He scoffed, shaking his head about the whole situation, before having to laugh again. « I don’t even know why, but I love you two. »
« Sure it’s not brainrot? » Jim asked.
« Oh hell, it definitely is. But I don’t mind it. Especially when I can always do this. »
« Do what? » Jim asked, his arms still dangerously far spread out as he lay unsuspectingly.
« THIS! »
Jim was a shrieking mess in seconds, Bones thumbs digging ruthlessly into his hips in retaliation while (Y/N) quickly jumped out of the danger zone.
As always, his birthday began with huge amounts of laughter.
Prompt #11& 18 for Tickletober, requested (forcibly requested?) by @anasticklefics
It’s my personal headcannon that Jim really isn’t ticklish, which frustrates Bones to no end. That is, until you find that ooooooooooone spot, and then all hell breaks loose. I’ve either written a fic like this before, or I’ve read one like this?? But with different characters. I honestly can’t remember, so if I’m stealing anyone’s idea please tell me!
Also, this was not meant to be this long....oops...?
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“I am----going to---kill you---one day!” Bones somehow manages to huff this out, between bouts of strangled laughter as Jim finally finally starts to let up, and slow his dancing fingers down. McCoy is red faced and laughing quietly as Jim finally leaves his ribs alone, in favor of laying on his stomach, chin propped up on a closed fist, as McCoy curls away from him on his small dorm bed.
How they managed to have these epic, and epically one-sided, tickle wars on these tiny beds without falling off and breaking several bones is a mystery, but it is almost a daily occurrence. Ever since Jim found out that his room mate, best friend, and all around grumpy asshole, was incredibly, adorably, ridiculously ticklish, Jim hadn’t left him alone. It’s been almost two weeks of nonstop pokes to McCoy’s ribs while he’s reading, or squeezing his sides while he’s reaching for the box of bran flakes on top of the fridge, or fingers wiggled inside of his ear (which doesn’t tickle, damn it Jim! It just...feels...weird!). Leonard doesn’t remember the last time he laughed this much (of course he doesn’t, he’s never laughed this much. He hasn’t had an hour of peace since Jim’s little discovery.)
It’s not as tragic as it sounds. For all that McCoy grumps and growls and yells out death threats, he’s never once asked Jim to stop; a fact that Jim has picked up on and has been waiting for the perfect opportunity to taunt him with. Jim’s pretty sure if he plays his cards right he can get his friend to blush, something he would not have thought possible two weeks ago. Judging by how alarmingly fast Bones’s face turns red when Jim is going to town on his ribs, he’s pretty sure the man has a blush hidden in there somewhere.
Naturally, Leonard’s tried to get Jim back. Several times. It’s never ended well for him.
~~
“You are fucking dead!” Jim probably would have taken Bones more seriously if he had bothered to catch his breath before threatening his life. As it were, Bones’s voice with still huffy with the remnants of his laughter, hair tousled and sticking up in the back, dimples so deep they could probably hold a pencil.
“Oh, I’m so scared, Doctor Dimples.” Jim mocked, cocky smile in place as Bones dove for his sides. The good doctor squeezed up and down, wiggling his thumbs into the front of Jim’s stomach much like Jim had done to him moments ago. Jim just reclined back into the couch cushions, hands folded behind his head, as he whistled a song he heard in a holovid the other day.
“You almost done? I have class in fifteen.”
Bones growled in response, fingers moving faster even as they got no reaction from his infuriating best friend.
He missed the way Jim’s entire body tensed up when Bones’s long index fingers wiggled into the backs of his ribs. Thankfully, Bones gave up after another minute, but not before swearing his vengeance
~~
Tuesday was the first day in a very long week that Jim hadn’t pounced on Bones, or surprised him while he was doing homework, ambushed him when he came out of the shower. Naturally, Leonard saw it as an opportunity to get some well-deserved revenge. Maybe, he figured, if he could sneak up on Jim first before Jim got it into his head to tickle him, he’d have the element of surprise on his side and he’d finally get a reaction out of his friend.
Bones was pretending to read a book at the small table in their small kitchen area, conveniently only a few feet from Jim’s bed. His patience paid off when Jim finally got up to use the bathroom, and once the door closed Bones casually readjusted his chair so it was angled facing Jim’s bed, without the table being directly in front of him. A minute later, Bones heard the sink running and then Jim emerged. Bones held his breath, stared at his book, counted to four, and then pounced, tackling Jim into his bed.
Leonard wasted no time, burying his wiggling fingers into Jim’s armpits, searching for a reaction. He heard a snort of laughter and his heart soared, before realizing Jim was laughing at him and not at the tickling sensation.
“Really Bones?” Jim asked, face squished into his mattress. “Ambushing a guy that just left the bathroom? Have you no shame?”
“You did that to me two days ago.” Bones pointed out, pressing into Jim’s back with his hands as he settled his weight onto the backs of Jim’s thighs. He didn’t notice Jim tensing under his fingers, nor did he catch the quiet huff of relief when Bones started lightly scratching up and down Jim’s ribs.
“Just so you know,” Jim started, craning his neck so he could at least see Bones out of the corner of his eye. “Whatever you do to me right now, I’m going to do to you in about, ohhhhh, two minutes.” He smirked as the smile dropped off Bones’s face, cataloguing every renewed attempt Bones made to get him to crack. The poor guy really brought that one on himself.
~~
“Give me your feet.” Bones demanded, earning a curiously raised eyebrow from Jim.
“Uhm, why?” Jim asked, even as he shifted sideways on their couch and swung his legs up, feet landing softly in Bones’s lap.
“Because you’ve got to be ticklish somewhere, damn it.” The way Bones said it almost sounded like he was pleading with some unknown presence, and wow he really was getting desperate to get Jim back. (He still, however, hadn’t asked Jim to stop.)
Jim watched as Bones began scratching at the arch of his foot, wrinkling his nose at the feeling. It didn’t tickle so much as it itched. After a few seconds of that Bones grunted before dancing his fingers up to Jim’s toes, making sure to wiggle into the spaces just beneath them. He glanced up at Jim and scowled at the blonde’s smirk, renewing his efforts as he tickled around his ankle.
“So,” Bones could almost hear the shit-eating grin in Jim’s voice, and his head whipped up at the inflection. “Are these all spots that you’re ticklish?” Jim asked, though he had a feeling he already knew the answer.
Before Bones could answer, Jim had yanked his feet back and the two began an epic wrestling match that ended on the floor of their small dorm, Leonard on his stomach, Jim on the back of his thighs and facing his feet. Jim held Bones’s right foot in a headlock with his left arm as he tickled his sole viciously with his right hand. Bones was begging him to stop after literally five seconds. Jim was quick to coo that that’s the first time Bones has ever asked him to stop.
Jim was right. Bones could blush.
~~~
“Oh, good. Are you going to give me more ideas?” Jim asked, grin wide as Bones finally caught his breath enough to muster up a real glare.
“There’s no way I’m more ticklish than an actual infant.” Bones growled before uncurling from his ball and pouncing.
“What’s with the theatrics?” Jim asked with a laugh, not doing anything to defend himself as Bones settled onto his back. “I am happy to let you explore, Bones. It’s very telling. You always go after what happens to be a great spot on you.”
Bones huffed and rolled his eyes, even though Jim couldn’t see it from his current facedown position. Bones thought about going for Jim’s neck, figuring there was no harm in that spot since Jim already knew about it. As expected, Jim just closed his eyes and relaxed onto the bed with a smile as Bones tried to take him apart, one wiggle at a time.
He thought about trying the backs of Jim’s knees, but he wasn’t sure he could take Jim getting revenge there just now. He was too exhausted.
Where else? Where else?
Bones idly tapped his fingers on Jim’s back as he weighed the pros and cons of tickling the backs of Jim’s thighs, which contained a multitude of very sensitive nerve endings. It took him a minute to realize Jim had gone stiff under him, and when Bones looked down he realized Jim not had his eyes squeezed tight, and was biting his lip. Bones stilled his fingers and was going to ask what was wrong when Jim let out a sigh of relief and went limp.
And then, it clicked.
“How are you not ticklish?!” Bones growled out, louder than he intended, but he was excited damn it. It was hard to contain himself. He waited until Jim smirked and craned his neck to look back at him before he went to town.
“I guess I ju--nahahaaha-Bo-hohohoh-bones! NO!” Jim cackled, burying his head into the mattress as Bones wiggled his fingers up and down the backs of Jim’s ribs. Jim tried to reach back and knock Bones’s hands away, but he wasn’t in a great position to do so and he merely left an opening for Bones to walk his fingers up into Jim’s armpits.
“Oh Ho! What’s this!?” Bones asked, gleefully digging into the sensitive hollows of Jim’s underarms. Jim snapped his arms down reflexively, bright bubbly laughter flowing from his mouth as Bones finally finally got his revenge.
“Bo-hohohohoho-ones!” Jim giggled, trying to squirm his way out from under Bones.
“Yeah Jimmy?” Bones asked, grinning wide as he eased up enough that Jim loosened his death grip and let him pull his hands out from under his arms. He wasted no time in reaching behind himself and digging his fingers into the tender flesh at the back of Jim’s thighs. Jim nearly bucked him off he jumped so hard, before dissolving into deep belly laughter.
“I ca-hahahahahaha-can’t!” Jim wheezed, eyes crinkling at the corners as he cackled.
“Sure ya can.” It was Bones’s turn to smirk and he walked his fingers down to the backs of Jim’s knees and lightly scratched at the thin skin there. “I just needed to find that one spot, and now the floodgates are opened.” When he said “one spot” Bones quickly went back to tickling the backs of Jim’s ribs, causing the younger man to shriek before breaking out into high pitched, slightly panicked laughter.
“Now let’s see,” Bones pretended to think as he danced his fingers lightly over the sides of Jim’s neck and ears. Jim scrunched his shoulder up, high pitched giggles falling from his mouth as Bone’s managed to tickle down onto his collarbone. “Where else have you tickled me in the past two weeks?” He asked, hands quickly darting behind himself to tickle at the backs of Jim’s thighs again and making him jump. He took the opportunity to raise up onto his knees and let Jim scramble onto his back. Bones came down hard on Jim’s thighs before he could get very far.
“Truce!” Jim shouted, smile stretched across his face as he pushed at Bones’s chest. Bones wasted no time in slipping his hands under Jim’s shirt and lightly scratching at every inch of skin he could reach. Jim once more dissolved into laughter, trying to squirm away and push at Bones’s chest. Neither was very effective, but Bones did enjoy alternating between tickling under Jim’s arms to get him to clamp them down, and then reaching back to squeeze the tops of his knees to get him to try to push Bones away again. It was a vicious circle, and Bones only let up when Jim’s face started turning pink.
“Now, what was that about more ideas?” Bones asked, grinning triumphantly as Jim collapsed onto the mattress, a tired smile on his face even as his hands hovered protectively in front of himself.
“I-” Jim huffed, gasping in more air. “-Am going-” He cracked his eyes open to watch Bones smile drop from his face at this next part. “-To wreck you.”
Not a Word of This to Anyone! (Or: A Ticklish Spa Day)
Part 2: Full Body Massage
A Star Trek Tickle Fic
Fandom: Star Trek TOS / AOS
Characters: Leonard Bones McCoy, James T. Kirk (McKirk at a stretch), Nyota Uhura, Christine Chapel
Warnings: Tickling (turning into a non-con situation)
Word Count: 5,423
Summary:
Kirk and McCoy get roped into joining Chapel and Uhura on a spa day, which turns out to be a rather ticklish experience. They seriously regret their decision as they helplessly suffer through a pedicure and a full body massage.
Read Part 1: Pedicure here
Inspired by this gif:
(although I can actually picture AOS Kirk and McCoy even better in this one)
“We’re not due for our facials for another hour,” Uhura grinned. “Maybe we’d better stay close, right here outside their treatment room, and have some more of this delicious herbal tea? Just in case the rest of their bodies is as ticklish as their feet, and they need us to rescue them?”
Giving her friend an appraising look, Chapel asked, “Why do I get the impression that you’re secretly hoping for the massage to turn out as ticklish as the pedicure, and just want to be here to listen to their helpless laughter?”
Uhura looked away and blushed, then mumbled, “It was quite hot to watch, though, wasn’t it? Them being so incredibly ticklish, and those girls shamelessly taking advantage of it, I mean.”
“It certainly was,” Chapel grinned, hardly believing that Uhura obviously had a thing for tickling, too. “And going by the naughty wink Leonard’s pedicurist gave us, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear some serious laughter again any minute now.”
“Mhm, my thoughts exactly,” Uhura agreed, “let’s get some tea and make ourselves comfortable out here in the sun. This resort is so beautiful! But let’s hurry, I wouldn’t want to miss anything. Jim’s laughter is just too cute! I wish I could tickle him myself.”
‘And you haven’t even heard him in full hysterics yet,’ Chapel thought, grinning to herself as she remembered all the times she’d witnessed the captain roaring with uncontrollable laughter in sickbay, even though McCoy had clearly tried his hardest not to tickle him during his abdominal examinations.
“Actually, I found Leonard’s reactions even more delightful,” the nurse countered. “He was so adorably embarrassed about being ticklish, yet completely helpless to stop himself from thrashing around and laughing his head off.”
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Kirk and McCoy stripped down to their briefs as requested, and climbed onto the two massage tables that were standing side by side in the centre of the room.
“Face down please, gentlemen!” McCoy’s pedicurist, who had introduced herself as Pixie, instructed. “Apart from the big hole for your face, you’ll find that you can thread your hands comfortably through the little gaps between the two parts of the armrests.”
The two men obliged, shifting around until they felt comfortable, and then tried to relax for the upcoming massage.
After a few moments, McCoy felt two warm, oily hands starting to gently stroke his neck and back, from his spine to his shoulders. And although it was a very light touch, certainly bordering on ticklish on the doctor’s sensitive skin, it actually felt very nice and surprisingly relaxing. Closing his eyes contentedly, as Pixie lightly raked her fingers in slow waves over his back, he found himself practically purring with pleasure, and heard similar sounds coming from Jim on the table next to him.
But as Pixie’s hands gradually travelled further down his back, he began to wish she’d apply a little more pressure, biting his lip as he was reminded just how ticklish the small of his back was. With every feathering stroke across his lumbar area, his body tensed up a little more, and he found it harder and harder to keep his breathing even, desperately willing her to move upwards again, and hoping he’d be able to stand the irritating touches until she did.
Naturally, she lingered on his lower back for an excruciating eternity, and, clamping his mouth shut, McCoy couldn't help flinching a little every time the devious fingers returned to the spots that really bothered him, seriously making him want to arch his back and twist out of reach. By the time the ticklish touches were finally inching up his harried back again, the doctor was ready to crawl out of his skin, taking shallow breaths and hardly able to hold back the giggles any longer.
“Don’t tell me even your back is ticklish!” Pixie chuckled, but thankfully kept moving her hands towards safer areas when McCoy chose to ignore her, the feathering fingers slowly wandering back up to his neck and shoulders, where he could actually enjoy their touches.
As McCoy gradually relaxed again, Kirk started to giggle next to him.
“A little more firmly, please,” the captain all but squeaked, and the doctor could hear him squirming around on his table. “You’re tickling me!”
“Relax, Captain,” Rosie, Kirk’s pedicurist-turned-massage therapist drawled. “It’s supposed to be soft and gentle. This technique has proven far more effective than the high-pressure muscle kneading you’re probably used to.”
“How can I relax when you keep tickling me?” the captain spluttered, his giggles turning into guffaws.
McCoy didn’t catch the last of Kirk’s words, as he got distracted by Pixie’s fingers now grazing his sides every time she fanned them from his spine outwards and back, running her hands in ever wider strokes up and down his back. Just barely, and probably not even deliberately, but his sides were so horribly ticklish, there was no way he could enjoy the massage anymore.
Too embarrassed to admit how much it tickled and ask her to stop the harrowing touches, the doctor gritted his teeth and frantically tried to suppress the involuntary jerks of his body every time Pixie’s fingers brushed his sides. God, he hated being tickled. And he hated being so helplessly, excruciatingly ticklish.
Desperately holding back the laughter, the doctor got more and more restless as Pixie continued to lightly trail her fingernails a little further around his sensitive sides with every stroke, her touch getting more unbearable the closer it came to his belly. Finally, he just couldn't handle it anymore and let out a gasp and a snort, before dissolving into bright, helpless laughter, his body spasming under the devilish touches, and ticklish tears spilling from his eyes.
Next to him, Kirk wasn’t faring any better. The captain was shaking with helpless mirth, as Rosie’s fingers inflicted serious tickle torture on his body.
“Don’t!” the captain cried out between bouts of laughter. “It tickles too mu-hu-hu-huch!”
“But you asked for more pressure,” Rosie smiled innocently, continuing her torturous ministrations. “You said my touch was too light and therefore ticklish. Make up your mind, Captain! You just asked me to knead, and not feather, remember?”
“But not my ri-hi-hi-hibs!” Kirk was cackling away in earnest now, as Rosie gleefully clawed and prodded up and down his sensitive sides and ribs, while Pixie, at the other table, elicited peals of impotent laughter from a frenzied McCoy, fiendishly scribbling her fingers all over the doctor’s sides and every inch of his belly she could access underneath him, dropping every pretence of not doing it on purpose.
Relenting a little when the captain started to cough, Rosie and Pixie let the men catch their breath, rubbing their backs with proper massage strokes and waiting for them to calm down again.
“You’re really quite the ticklish pair, aren’t you?” Pixie giggled, and Rosie wickedly added, “I wonder, where else they might be ticklish!”
And before McCoy had the chance to pull himself back together enough to even think about getting up and escaping his unbearable predicament, Pixie leaned down, lightly ran a devious finger around his waist, from his belly to the small of his back and on to the other side of his belly, and murmured in his ear, “Now tell me, Dr. McCoy, where are you and your captain most ticklish?”
The doctor tensed up, shivering under the harrowing touch, but determined not to break again and give this sadistic woman the satisfaction of showing how torturous a single fingernail tracing his waistline was for him. He couldn't quite stop his muscles from twitching at the ticklish sensations, though.
Anyway, McCoy was spared from having to come up with a clever retort, when Rosie happened upon Kirk’s absolutely worst spot, and the captain erupted into hysterical laughter, frantically, and almost unintelligibly, begging for mercy in between howls of ticklish agony.
“Not there! AAAAHAHAHAHA! Anywhere but there! AAAHAHAHA! Please STOHOHOHOHP! God, NOHOHOHOHO! I really can’t AAAAHAHAHAH stand this! AAAHAHAHAH! I’m dying! AAAHAHAHAH! Too ticklish! AAAAHAHAHAH! Mercy! AAAAHAHAHAH! Please! AAAAHAHAHAH! Bones! AAAAHAHAHAH!"
“Gosh, I think I struck gold there,” Rosie exclaimed happily as Pixie watched in awe. “What a ticklish, ticklish belly the captain has! And there I thought his feet were bad.”
Forgetting his own ticklish predicament for a moment, McCoy grew seriously angry now and demanded of the women to stop their vicious assault. This wasn’t funny anymore. Despite him lying on his stomach, Rosie had found out how unbearably ticklish Jim was on his belly. But not just that, by the sound of him, she had also discovered his absolute death spots. The ones that Leonard had to avoid at all costs during physical exams, knowing only too well, as Kirk’s doctor and friend, how he couldn't stand to be touched there at all.
Watching his friend bucking and thrashing violently, while desperately begging for mercy through his howls of tortured laughter as Rosie fiendishly reached underneath Jim’s belly from both sides and evilly exploited the newly found weak spots, McCoy made to get off his table in order to hurry over to help Jim and put an end to this madness. Only to discover that he couldn't, because his arms were stuck in the armrests.
That was when fury gave way to panic, as the doctor realised in horror, that his own death spots were now completely exposed and vulnerable, too. This whole scenario was his very worst nightmare come true.
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Outside the treatment room, Uhura and Chapel were practically glued to the door, enraptured by the development inside. Quite obviously, Kirk and McCoy had a lot of tickle spots, which the girls seemed to be discovering one after the other. And even worse ones than their feet, it appeared, judging from how the giggles and mild laughter from the first few minutes of the “massage” had grown into full-blown hysterics.
Especially Kirk’s, who was currently beside himself with ticklish hilarity, actually begging for mercy, and making the women wonder what exactly had elicited this kind of crazed laughter from the captain.
“Leave his belly alone!” they heard McCoy roar, sounding truly pissed off. “Can’t you see he’s had enough? That he really can’t stand it there? You’re killing him!”
“So, Jim’s belly, eh?” Uhura turned to Chapel, raising an amused eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with glee over this new piece of information.
“Deathly,” Christine confirmed, trying to picture Kirk being purposely tickled on his belly, when even just McCoy’s careful and considerate touches had been enough to tickle him out of his mind and render him completely helpless. “You have no idea!”
“You knew?” Uhura gaped at her friend.
“I am the head nurse,” Chapel smiled by way of explanation.
“Oh. My. God. He sounds hysterical. Is his belly really that bad?” Uhura was still trying to get her head around the captain being so insanely ticklish.
“Off the charts,” Christine nodded.
“Good, they stopped,” Uhura was actually relieved. “For a moment there, they almost had me worried about Jim. McCoy sounded genuinely concerned. Certainly angry enough to bite their heads off. Or maybe he was just on edge, because there are still some similarly torturous tickle spots waiting to be discovered on his own body?”
The mischievous gleam was back in Uhura’s eyes.
“Well, the good doctor certainly knows how acutely ticklish the captain’s belly is,” Chapel chuckled. “He had to perform a number of abdomen checks over the years.”
Uhura smirked, trying to picture super-ticklish Kirk and McCoy in sickbay, the latter attempting to perform an actual physical on a frantically cackling and squirming captain.
“At least he got those “tickle-therapists” to stand down,” she smiled. “Made them realise that it was really too much for poor Jim to take.”
“Or the captain might have fallen into silent laughter,” Chapel smirked mischievously. “He sometimes does, when his belly gets tickled too long.”
Uhura frowned. “You think he’s all right?”
“Sure. Leonard is very protective of Jim. He’d never let them seriously torture him. Besides, their time is nearly up, anyway.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth, than McCoy suddenly started to laugh hysterically, too.
“Is that the doctor squealing like a little girl?” Uhura asked taken aback. Although it was unmistakably Leonard’s voice, she’d never heard him like that. “Sounds like they hit quite a death spot there!”
Mesmerised, the two friends leaned in closer, straining to hear everything that was going on behind that door.
Shrieking, cackling, more cackling.
Shrieking, cackling, more cackling.
McCoy was unquestionably in ticklish agony.
Then one of the therapists’ voices, softly counting.
“Three…”
Shrieking, cackling, more cackling.
“Four…”
“Maybe she’s counting his toes?” Uhura took a guess. “Remember how badly he was suffering during the pedicure? His feet are awfully ticklish, they’re surely hard to beat.”
Shrieking, cackling, more cackling.
Shrieking, cackling, more cackling.
Shrieking, cackling, more cackling.
“Seven…”
“Ok, not the toes then,” Uhura giggled, eager to know where the doctor could be more ticklish than on his feet.
“I think she’s counting his ribs,” Chapel suggested, then shuddered. “My dad used to do that to me.”
“Yeah, you might be right,” Uhura agreed, fascinated by McCoy’s audibly unendurable ordeal. “Oh my God, someone has seriously ticklish ribs.”
oOoOoOoOoOo
McCoy was in tickle hell. He’d totally forgotten how insanely ticklish he really was. And with Jim helpless with ticklish laughter beside him, too, he was suddenly afraid they might actually die in this very room today. All the dangers and diseases space held, that he’d always been afraid of, and now he was getting himself tickled to death on shore leave.
He’d scared Rosie into giving Kirk a break from the nightmare of having his hyper-sensitive and helplessly exposed belly mercilessly tickled while not being able to do a damn thing to protect it. But once the captain had recovered, she’d started tickling him with renewed vigour. Exploring Jim’s body for further tickle spots, she kept coming back to his ridiculously ticklish belly. It was just too good a spot, and she clearly enjoyed inflicting such unbearably ticklish agony on the poor man.
But now that Pixie was devilishly scouring every inch of McCoy’s own body for more tickle spots, the doctor couldn't even help himself anymore, let alone his suffering friend. After the young woman had discovered the ticklish distress she could cause the doctor with the lightest touches on his sides, she was just finding out how much worse his ribs were, and what incredible fun it was for her to “count” them.
Starting from the bottom, she fiendishly took her time to poke and scratch every single rib, and then lingered even longer on the especially harrowing spots in between, drilling a diabolical finger between each pair of ribs on either side, making the doctor howl and roar and buck and thrash and generally die laughing while longing to jump out of his skin.
“What’s wrong with you?” McCoy barked, when he was finally able to form words again, before being consumed by uncontrollable laughter once more.
“Oh don’t be so dramatic, Doctor,” Pixie rolled her eyes, but relented a little anyway, just lightly tapping her fingers on the pair of ribs she’d just counted, which still tickled terribly enough. “We’re just having a little fun.
“Well it’s no fun for us,” Kirk wheezed, finding his voice again as Rosie eased up on his belly. “Let us go!”
“Not yet, we can’t,” Rosie laughed, taking her fingers off his belly and attacking his armpits and the back of his thighs instead, setting the captain off cackling again. “We still have 15 minutes left.”
“You’re just so much fun to tickle,” Pixie eagerly added. “I knew right at the pedicure how much fun a massage would be. It’s not often that we get such good-looking and deliciously, torturously ticklish men out here.” Poking McCoy’s ribs with every word for emphasis, she nearly made him fall off the table.
Then Pixie let her fingers glide back down to molest the doctor’s sides and lower back with feathering touches again, which was awful, but at least away from his ribs and just about bearable, while Rosie took to alternating between Kirk’s belly and armpits, which were horrendously ticklish as well, but anywhere was better than his belly. And while the captain was hardly able to stand the tickling in his underarms, nor on his thighs or feet, which she was including now, too, he always dreaded the moment she’d go back to his belly. Which she unfailingly did once every minute or so.
As soon as Pixie noticed that her “patient” had recovered and was merely giggling anymore, she went straight back to McCoy’s ribs, a wicked grin on her face.
“Let’s start counting from the bottom again,” she announced cheerfully, “because it’s just so much fun!”
McCoy groaned, although it came out rather as a shriek, when the devilish fingers started drilling into the space between his bottom ribs once more. After less than five seconds, the doctor was screaming laughter again, unable to deal with the diabolical tickling. And he actually started to hyperventilate as the tormenting fingers made their ticklish way upwards, their destination clearly being the spot the doctor feared more than anything else, knowing he simply couldn’t survive being tickled there like this.
“No, please, not there,” he begged between long bouts of uncontrollable laughter, then stupidly cried, “It tickles, it tickles!” much to Pixie’s amusement, who chuckled, “It does, doesn’t it?” as she continued to “count”.
When she was halfway up McCoy’s sides, she asked in a curious tone, “Is it just me? Or are you really getting even more ticklish the higher I go?”
McCoy was helpless with laughter now and couldn't get a word out if he wanted to.
“Well, if you’re not telling me, I guess I’ll just have to find out myself,” Pixie concluded and happily continued on her way up the doctor’s ticklish ribs.
The tickle torture became unbearable, and McCoy was losing all coherent thought, getting more hysterical the closer the wicked hands came to his pits and blabbering incoherent pleas for mercy whenever he could find enough breath.
“Don’t go any higher, please! *wheeze* You don’t understand! GAH-HAHA! I’ll die! BAWAHAHAH! Not funny! *wheeze* Please don’t! HUH-HUH-HUH! Can’t stand it there! AAAAHAHAHAH! Insanely ticklish there! *wheeze* Really, please! *wheeze* This is torture! GAH-HAHA-HAH! No, no, no, you don’t understand! HAHAHA! Not just a little ticklish there! BAWAHAH! More of a *wheeze* pathological *wheeze’ condition! OHOH-HOHOHOH! Hypersensitivity! HUH-HUH-HUH! I’ll go insane, if you *wheeze* tickle me there! EEEEH! Stop! No higher! AAAAAHAHAHAH!"
McCoy went ballistic when Pixie finally reached his underarms, exploding into bellowing laughter and thinking he’d die, as she scribbled and poked around his helpless armpits. And just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, she stumbled upon his number one death spot and he lost it completely.
Nothing worse than that spot in his underarms, right above his top ribs. No matter how violently he thrashed around, nearly breaking the armrests in the process, he just couldn't pull his arms against his sides to protect himself. He was trapped in the worst possible and most vulnerable position he could imagine. And soon too weak from laughing to do anything about it anyway.
Even being as ticklish as he was and having suffered many a tickle attack from family and friends when he was younger, McCoy had never been subjected to such cruel and relentless tickle torture. Those girls had gone off the rails, they were in a veritable tickle frenzy, and unless someone came and stopped them, he and Jim were certainly done for.
Through his own heinous torture, the doctor could hear Jim suffer just as much beside him, as Rosie was focused on tormenting the captain’s belly again, killing him with the lightest wriggling of her fingers, her nails deviously fluttering up and down his sides and as far as they could go underneath his belly as he frantically rocked from side to side.
Thankfully, when she realised that he had actual difficulties breathing, Pixie eased up on McCoy’s underarms and trailed her fingers lightly down his body and legs until she reached his heels, which she knew to be beyond ticklish, too. Kirk, however, was still dying from unbearable belly tickling on the next table.
Knowing they were completely at the mercy of these two tickle fiends, annoyingly helpless and defenceless against their atrocious tickle attacks, McCoy was aware that their only chance was to be calm and diplomatic, and try to reason with the girls. Not an easy feat while being viciously tickled beyond your limits.
“You’ve had your fun,” the doctor panted, clenching his fists and scrunching up his face in an attempt to talk through the harrowing tickles on his soles. “Now just let us go, and …”
He broke off, when the scribbling fingers on his heels sped up, the unbearably ticklish sensation momentarily taking his breath away.
“At least get away from Jim’s belly” he pleaded, snorting and giggling like a maniac, as the hyper-ticklish backs of his knees were suddenly attacked. “Can’t you see that it’s killing him? You’re AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOHOHOHO! PLEASE STOOOHOHOHOP!”
Pixie’s hands had returned to the doctor’s ribs, her fingers going straight up to his worst spots, and instantly rendering him completely powerless again, helpless to do anything but surrender to the hellish torture and fight for breath through his bellowing laughter.
“Leave his underarms alone!” he suddenly heard Kirk bark with real anger, as the captain somehow managed to overcome his own anguish in order to help his friend. “Why are you doing this? AHAHAH-notmythighsplease-AHAHAH! He told you he can’t stand it there! AHAHAH-pleasepleasenotmyfeet-AHAHAH! Can’t you see that this is actual torture for him? AHAHAH-nottheregodimtooticklishthere-AHAHAH!”
It clearly took Kirk a lot of effort to get the words out, as his sensitive thighs, feet, and armpits were randomly attacked, but when Rosie’s devious fingers crept underneath his belly again, aiming right at his worst spots and viciously scrabbling and spidering there, he was thrown right back into tickle hell, way beyond the power of speech or even coherent thought, trapped in torturous silent laughter once again.
For a couple of minutes, the captain and his CMO were suffering in silence side by side, their bodies jerking and shaking with hysterical laughter, but no sound coming out of their wide-open mouths, as the sadistic “therapists” tickled the hell out of their very worst spots and subjected them to the most unbearable as well as humiliating torture of their lives.
oOoOoOoOoOo
Outside, Uhura and Chapel were starting to wonder if the guys actually needed to be rescued. Amused by how unspeakably ticklish Jim and Leonard obviously were, they still thought that their almost incessant laughter had started to sound really desperate and hysterical.
“Those girls sure know how to tickle a man out of his mind,” Chapel said. “To think that two grown, strong, well-trained Starfleet officers can be reduced to helpless laughter like this just by tickling.”
“And I never even knew!” Uhura laughed. “It’ll be really hard to keep myself from “accidentally” brushing against Jim’s belly or Leonard’s ribs in the future. My fingers will constantly be itching to tickle those two dorks.”
“Believe me,” Christine chuckled, “knowing all about people’s tickle spots and not being allowed to take advantage of that knowledge is the worst part of working in sickbay.”
“But do you think they’re all right in there?” Uhura asked, feeling a little bad about drawing so much joy from their friends’ clearly harrowing weakness. “They sounded pretty frantic right now. Maybe they’re even more ticklish than we think? And the girls were already pretty merciless at the pedicure. Maybe they really can’t stand it any longer?”
“What, just because they were laughing their heads off and actually begging for mercy?” Chapel joked, but then sobered. After all, she knew that having his belly tickled was definitely no fun but pure torture for Kirk. And if McCoy’s ribs were really worse than his feet, then being tickled there might indeed be extremely harrowing for him. “Tell you what, Ny. It’s pretty quiet again now, so, who knows? Maybe the guys are finally getting their well-deserved relaxing massage after all, in these final five minutes. But if they start tickling them again in earnest, we’ll go in, all right?”
Uhura nodded, and the two women went back to eavesdropping, both hoping and not hoping to hear some more hysterics. Of course, they didn’t want their friends to suffer, but Jim and Leonard being so insanely ticklish and therefore somehow so vulnerable was just too hot. And their adorable laughter was music to the women’s ears.
It was really quiet inside now. The only thing Uhura and Chapel could hear were the men’s low voices as they seemed to softly discuss their ticklish experience with each other.
“Bones … pfpfpf … so bad … pfpfpf … belly … nails right on spots … pfpfpf … can’t … pfpfpf … way too ticklish … pfpfpf … not there … please … pfpfpf … so ticklish … please … I’m so ticklish … pfpfpf”
“I know Jim … chrchrchr … your belly … bad … chrchrchr … but my … spots … chrchrchr … deadly … torture … chrchrchr … can’t take … chrchrchr … tickles so bad … chrchrchr … killing me … chrchrchr”
What Uhura and Chapel didn’t see, were the ticklish tears running down the men’s faces as they wheezed and thrashed around, still caught in silent laughter and trying to beg for mercy whenever they could draw enough breath.
oOoOoOoOoOo
“Let’s give them a break, Rosie,” Pixie nodded at her friend. “Wouldn’t want them to pass out or anything. How can anyone even be this ticklish?”
“No idea,” Rosie replied, dragging her fingers off the captain’s belly with one final, diabolical wiggle in just the right spot. “I’ve certainly never seen anything like it. I mean, we’re only tickling them, right? And they’re strong and important men. Starfleet officers, no less!”
Kirk and McCoy were just lying there limply, enduring the humiliating teasing, panting and squirming, and desperately hoping that the torturous tickling had come to an end, and that their evil ticklers would finally release them from the massage tables they’d so sneakily been trapped on. But Rosie and Pixie had other ideas.
“Ok, last five minutes,” Rosie announced, just as the men had calmed down a little. “Let’s try something special for the Grand Finale!”
McCoy’s heart sank. He didn’t even want to know what she had in mind. Hard to imagine as it was, but those girls could doubtlessly come up with something even more ticklish than what he and Jim had just been through.
“Let’s give your belly the best tickling yet, Captain, to keep you laughing for a minute while I help out my friend here,” Rosie told a flustered Jim, teasingly fluttering her fingers from his sides to his belly, making him guffaw and buck violently despite stopping short of his death spots.
Then she went to a shelf on the wall and retrieved two large, soft body brushes from a basket, which she fiendishly placed underneath Kirk’s belly right at his sweet spots on either side, so that when he started to wiggle and rock from side to side, they would tickle him exactly where he could least stand it.
And rock from side to side he did, screaming laughter at the first contact of the atrocious brushes against his cursed belly, uselessly trying to escape the devilish bristles that tickled worse than fingers or, in fact, anything the captain had ever felt. It was pure, unadulterated torture.
Leaving the captain to deal with this new, unendurable level of belly tickling, Rosie stepped over to McCoy’s table, and, locking eyes with Pixie behind the unsuspecting ticklish doctor’s back, viciously set to work on his sensitive soles at the same time as Pixie dug into his death spots, right between his armpits and ribs, once again.
It was unbearable. With his two most ticklish spots being so cruelly exploited at once, McCoy went ballistic and actually started to scream for help. Scared – and tickled – to death, he didn’t care anymore who saw him like this or found out about his excruciating ticklishness. And knowing that Jim, still rolling with helpless laughter, was unable to join in his shouts for help, the doctor grew really desperate.
But just as he thought he couldn’t take another second of this vicious torment, the door burst open and Nyota and Christine came barging in, pulling the girls and their diabolical fingers off him and ending his excruciating tickle torture. Poor Jim had to endure a few more seconds of this harrowing ordeal, until Uhura finally discovered what had him in such ticklish hysterics, and pulled the deadly brushes out from under the captain’s abused belly.
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Beyond embarrassed, but nevertheless immensely grateful to their friends for having saved them, Kirk and McCoy were frantically trying to free their arms, anxious to avoid finding themselves helplessly exposed and vulnerable to another tickle attack.
“OK guys, massage is over, let’s get out of here!” Chapel exclaimed cheerfully, unable to resist poking the doctor’s ribs and delighting in how that brief touch made him jump.
When he wiggled around on the table, but still didn’t get up, she poked him again, to the same reaction plus an irritated growl, and asked, “What’s taking so long? Come on already!”
“I can’t,” he mumbled, visibly annoyed with his predicament, “You’ll have to help me free my arms.”
Chapel took a closer look, only now realising that McCoy’s hands were stuck in the armrests.
“This?” she chuckled incredulously. “Really? Getting a little tangled up in those flimsy armrests was all it took to render you completely helpless and vulnerable? How ticklish are you?”
“Yeah, yeah, rub it in, Christine,” the doctor grumbled. “Now just give me a hand here, will you?”
“Let’s just hope the Klingons and Romulans don’t get wind of this,” Uhura laughed, and Kirk let out a frustrated groan, he and McCoy turning pale at the very idea, the fear of being captured and tickle-tortured for real, for information, probably forever planted in their minds now.
“So, you really couldn't stop me from doing this to you?” Chapel asked, wickedly poking and clawing at McCoy’s ribs a few more times and eliciting frantic guffaws and some violent thrashing from the doctor.
“Sorry, Leonard, but I had to see it myself to believe it.”
“So, those brushes were really killing you, weren’t they?” Uhura grinned mischievously at Kirk, placing her hands on his sides, seizing her chance while he was still immobilised. “About here? On your belly?” She couldn't help it, she needed to coax that adorable laugh out of him once more. And seeing him practically hit the ceiling and fall into helpless, frenzied laughter from just barely wiggling her fingers against the sides of his belly, was simply the cutest thing ever.
“AAAHAHAHAH! Don’t be mean, Ny! GOD! STOHOHOHOP PLEASE! I can’t! AAAAHAHAHAH! Stop tickling me! AAAAAHAHAHAH!” Kirk spluttered, frantically squirming until she reluctantly stopped her assault.
Pixie and Rosie had long fled from the room, and Chapel and Uhura had stopped their teasing and were helping their friends off the tables and out of their ticklish predicament now. But not without indulging in some more “collateral” tickles, careful to make them look accidental, which wasn’t difficult in the highly sensitised state the men were in, and enjoying every single “accident”.
Once freed, the men quickly threw on their clothes and hurried out the door into the sunshine. They couldn’t get out fast enough, still panting heavily, sweat glistening on their foreheads and running down their necks, repeatedly smoothing down their shirts and trying to brush off the lingering ghost tickles.
“Do you want to press charges?” Uhura asked. “That was pretty unprofessional behaviour.”
“God, no!” the men glanced at each other, horrified, and Kirk gave Uhura and Chapel a stern look. “Not a word of this to anyone!”
“All right,” the women laughed. “We’re not telling a soul. But no more massages for you two! You’re way too ticklish, and we might not always be there to rescue you!”
“No more massages!” Kirk and McCoy promised from the bottom of their hearts. They were certainly never going to set another foot in a spa.
I know I said I’d write ticklish!Jim, but I lied. I’m sorry :(
“What was that Bones?” Jim was almost smiling as wide as Bones was, which was really saying something since Bones was currently on his back beneath Jim, curling up to protect his right side as best he could while Jim was pinning his lower half down by sitting on his hips. There was a steady stream of bright bubbly laughter pouring from Bones’s mouth, both hands holding onto Jim’s wrists, too weak with laughter to actually pull the offending appendages away. His face was bright red, which would have been concerning if not for the fact that Jim had only just started on him a minute ago, therefore he knew it was a blush rather than from the playful torture.
“I sa-hahaha-iad I-hihihihihi-I’m not eve-hehehehehee-even ti-hahahahaHAHha-ticklish! You ahahahaha-ass!”
“Really? You’re not?” Jim asked, laughing as Bones squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back when Jim began inching his way up the right side of his friend’s ribcage. Bones was doing a pretty good impression of a roly-poly as he tried his best to curl around Jim’s hand, as though that would somehow make it more bearable. “Then why are you laughing?”
“Shut up!” Bones managed to yelp out before slamming his neck down to his left shoulder to try and push Jim’s other hand away from the sensitive skin it just began to assault.
“Did you hear a funny joke?” Jim asked, alternating between tickling Bones’s neck and collar bone with his right hand as his left hand slowly, so slowly, made it’s way up Bones’s ribcage towards his armpit. “Care to share it with the class?”
“F-hahahaha-fuck off!” Bones laughed, unable to put any real heat behind the words even if he wanted to.
“Tell me why you’re laughing so hard and I will.” Bones managed to crack an eye open and, yup, Jim was smirking at him; the bastard.
“Be-hehe-cause!”
“Because of what?” Jim prompted, slipping his fingers around to the back of Bones’s ribcage to get him squirming harder.
“Be-hehe-cause of you’re fa-hahaha-ce!” Leonard McCoy might have a medical degree, he might have been the top surgeon in Georgia before his divorce, he might be an actual genius, but he was not a smart man.
“Oh, you’re just asking for this.” Jim laughed, ignoring Bones’s “No-hohoh I’m no-hahha-not!”
“You sure you’re not ticklish?”
“Positive!” Bones yelped, twitching when Jim moved up to tickle at the shell of his ear.
“Great!” Oh, that tone did not bode well for Bones. “Then you won’t mind if I do this.” Jim didn’t give Bones time to register what was happening before he was scooting down to sit on Leonard’s shins. Leonard had about two seconds to realize what was about to happen, and then Jim dug his fingers into the sensitive muscles of Bones’s thighs.
Bones was probably talking through his wild laughter, but Jim couldn’t even begin to interpret it. He started thrashing as soon as Jim’s fingers started squeezing at his thighs, and when Jim started massaging the muscle just above his knees Leonard shot up into a sitting position, folding himself in half as he used his upper body to protect his sensitive knees. Jim wasn’t deterred, and used the position to his advantage, tickling the very tops of Bones’s ribs, just below his armpits, on his back.
“Was that a snort?!” Jim asked, amusement clear in his voice as Bones tried to wiggle away without giving Jim access to his knees and thighs.
“I-hihihih-I’m going to di-hihihih-die!” Bones claimed, ears red as Jim started tickling down the backs of his ribs while Bones remained folded like a chair.
“Why?” Jim asked, trying to sound surprised as he squeezed at Bones’s sides and reveling in the snorting laughter and squirming it caused. “You’re not ticklish, right?” He asked, squeezing his sides quickly to get Bones to twitch.
When Bones didn’t answer Jim decided to go for the kill. He lifted up off Bones’s shins and quickly shoved his furiously wiggling fingers beneath the now exposed knees. ”Right?!” He prompted, laughing at high pitched giggles streaming out of his red-faced friend.
“OkayOkayOkay!” Bones cackled, falling over onto his side as soon as Jim let up on his shins. Instead of being folded like a table, he was now curled into a tight ball on his side, with Jim’s fingers still jammed into the crease behind his knees with no sign of letting up. ”I’m ticklish! Now st-hahahahaaha-p!”
“You are?” Jim gasped, pulling his fingers out and letting Bones curl up as tight as his heart desired. “Why Bones! I had no idea!”
Bones was still laughing even as he cracked an eye open and tried to level a glare at Jim.
“You should have said something! Gosh, that must have been torture for you.”
The bastard was gloating, cheesy grin in place when Bones finally caught his breath enough to sit up. His hair was sticking up all over the place, and his face and ears were flushed, chest heaving as he growled “Kirk, you’re a dead man.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.” Jim laughed, not phased by Bones’s attempt at a menacing look. “I’m actually not ticklish.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure.”
“Bones.”
“C’mere Jim.”
“Fuck off.”
“If you’re not ticklish then you have nothing to worry about.”
Emotional Release (Spock / McCoy)
The one where Spock’s hormonal balance is off, and McCoy has just the cure.(This might well be how ‘Spones’ first began.)
Ticklish!Kirk & Ticklish!McCoy (Ticklish!McKirk at a stretch):
Not a Word of This to Anyone! (Or: A Ticklish Spa Day) – Part 1: Pedicure
Part 2: Full Body Massage
Ticklish!McCoy:
A Ticklish Predicament – McCoy’s POV
A Ticklish Predicament – Chapel’s POV
The one where McCoy gets tied to a biobed by an alien, and Chapel accidentally discovers how ticklish he is while trying to untie him.
A Shared Kink - Chapel’s POV
The one where McCoy is still tied to the biobed, still insanely ticklish, but doesn't mind so much anymore, since Chapel knows exactly how to use her newly-found knowledge to take them both to the next level.
How (Not) to Tickle Your Boyfriend - McCoy’s POV
McCoy’s and Chapel’s guide to a fulfilled (ticklish) relationship and life with a shared kink.
Or:
The one where McCoy, unsurprisingly, is still insanely ticklish, and Chapel knows exactly how to make the most of that fact.
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Ticklish!Crew:
All-Male Hilarity (TICKLE TORTURE)
(This is not one of my fluffy tickle fics, so if you’re not into non-con tickle torture, this is not for you.)
The one, where every male crew member of the Enterprise is subjected to extreme tickle torture and edging, and the female crew members can’t help being incredibly turned on by the men’s predicament.
Fulfilling an anonymous request for tickle torture on the Enterprise.
Warning:
This is a shameless, non-con tickle fic with no fluff and little plot.
