This is my first time writing for this particular fandom. So saying, I apologize if any of the characters seem at all out of character. I tried to keep them as in-character as possible. Anyways, enjoy.
WARNING: Contains non-graphic threesome slash, i.e. male-male-male pairing.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any of its characters. Just this story and the plot, or lack thereof.
Trio
All was quiet during the nightshift in the bridge. Captain James T. Kirk sat idly in his chair, staring boredly out into the current black nothing of space. He was without his usual crew, surrounded by mostly unfamiliar ensigns.
They hadn't seen anything relatively exciting over the past few days and everybody was growing noticeably restless. People were slacking off at their posts, trying to entertain themselves, and as much as the captain knew he should demand order he just couldn't bring himself to do so. He was feeling the effects of the boredom as well.
Finally, new ensigns arrived to relieve their comrades of their duties. Without a second thought, Kirk leapt to his feet and darted to the turbolift. He headed for his quarters, wanting nothing more than to sleep, if only to pass the time.
His door 'whooshed' open and he was somewhat surprised to see the lights were already on. Stepping inside, he took a quick look around, noting that Spock was seated at the foot of Kirk's bed, reading a book. Further inspection let the captain know that McCoy's feet were resting beside Spock as he lay on his stomach, asleep.
Spock's dark eyes looked up at Kirk. He set the book in his lap, speaking softly, "The doctor insisted we come and wait for your shift to end."
"Oh? And why's that?" Kirk slowly made his way to his bed.
"He made a comment about doing something to alleviate the boredom felt by the crew." Spock's brow rose slightly, as if he were amused.
"Not that you're bored, Mr. Spock."
"Precisely, Captain."
"Of course you're bored, y'damn hobgoblin. You're just too damn stubborn to admit it." McCoy grumbled, stirring.
"Ah, nice of you to join us, Bones." Kirk said cheerfully, sitting on the bed and facing Spock, "I thought you might stay asleep for a moment there."
"Who can sleep with the two of you yakking?" the doctor sat up.
"I believe we were conversing, Doctor. Not... 'yakking'."
"Yeah, well--" Before the blue-eyed man could utter another grumpy word, Spock had pressed their lips together, his hand holding McCoy's head in place.
When he pulled back, McCoy smirked, "Ya weren't bored, huh, Spock?"
"Quite the contrary, Doctor. I do, however, find your idea of dissolving boredom to be most satisfactory." The Vulcan's face remained as collected as always.
"Would it kill ya to smile every once and a while?"
"Oh, I don't know, Bones. I like that he tries to remain expressionless. It makes it fun to try and guess what he's thinking." Kirk, grinning, yanking Spock close, mashing their lips in a sloppy kiss.
"You would think that, Jim.." McCoy grumbled.
As the three men moved further up on the bed, the lights, sensing less body movement, dimmed automatically.