Chapter 1

"Doctor...what is the purpose of your visit?" Spock's voice was entirely too soft and inviting and, as of late, it drove McCoy wild.

"You know damn well what it is, Spock. Don't play dumb with me." the doctor growled, stepping up to the other quickly.

McCoy wasn't sure what he wanted and from the look on Spock's face, the other seemed just as unsure.

The doctor ran an uncertain hand through his hair and he said, "I really don't know just what this is, Spock. I wish I did, but I don't."

"I am feeling a similar sense of confusion on the nature of our relationship, given recent events." Spock agreed.

Bones would have thought this to be a momentous occasion, with Spock actually agreeing with him for once, but his almost overwhelming confusion over the situation and attraction to the other causing him to push that thought aside for the time being.

Letting out a frustrated chuckle, he said, "I thought...it was Jim I wanted, but..."

With an almost sigh, Spock completed, "...but your affections had a much different recipient then can logically expected."

McCoy shivered slightly as he considered the strength of his emotions for Spock and he said in a low tone, "I think too hard about everything, and for once I don't want to think. I just want..."

He trailed off as he got even closer to the other and looked longingly at Spock's lips. Spock himself hadn't engaged much in flirtatious activities in the past, but he wasn't obtuse. He could get the doctor's meaning, though illogical and irrational, perfectly clearly.

And, in this case, he decided he was willing to indulge him. Spock put a hesitant hand on the other's face, realizing then that things were so much harder when he wasn't caught up in a moment.

Bones' eyes then filled with desire and just a bit of desperation and he softly said, "Spock, I need this...I haven't been with anyone since my divorce. I want you to...to..."

He couldn't bring himself to say to the other what he needed, his face reddening from how pathetic he was sure he sounded already.

"Tell me..." Spock commanded quietly, his eyes beginning to show his desire as well.

"I...haven't kissed another person since Karen. I haven't gotten to feel another's skin under my lips or gotten to run my tongue over it to take in their taste." McCoy's voice kept getting lower and rougher and his accent thicker as he continued to speak, eyeing Spock lustfully, "I haven't gotten to feel someone's hot body under my fingertips as I touch them everywhere I can reach."

McCoy felt his heart racing out of control and he took a gulp to calm himself, with little avail. His voice cracked as he kept speaking, "I need you...I haven't fucked anyone for years, and no matter how many times I try to take care of myself...my need...oh god, it can't be quenched by self stimulation."

Bones was trying to remind himself to breathe, but all he could do was look at Spock as his arousal and desperation grew.

Spock's eyes centered in on McCoy's crotch and he growled softly, "Leonard...please allow me to witness at least part your process in giving yourself the much needed relief."

Bones couldn't help but moan, never having heard Spock call him by his first name before. His burning eyes met Spock's and he slowly opened his pants and pushed them down far enough to ease himself out. He wrapped his hand around his cock and gasped at how sensitive he felt today.

He supposed that was because someone was watching him do this, which had never happened before. This also was definitely nothing like being alone either, even if it was his familiar hand that was touching him. He had a feeling that there was much more to come, and thoughts of this made him move his hand over himself in slow and long strokes as he quickly lost his breath.

Spock didn't move, his eyes the only thing alight with his desire, and he watched McCoy intently. He didn't move to touch or disturb the other, just content to watch for the time being, completely mesmerized by the movement of the doctor's hand over his stiff and weeping cock and the pained expressions that kept flitting over the other's face.

The only real sign of Spock enjoying the proceedings was the sight of his arousal making a progressively bigger tent in his pants. McCoy took this sight in, moaning as he quickened the pace of his hand. He didn't want to come too soon, but at the same time, he couldn't seem to come fast enough, the other's presence there turning him on more than he could remember being in a long while.

"Spock…please…please touch me…" McCoy finally begged, his hand now jerking more erratically over his cock, his voice sounding downright raw and desperate.

Spock seemed to finally be ready to participate, as his hand shot out to still McCoy's hand on his twitching cock, and this caused the doctor to suck in a surprised and frustrated breath, at getting so close to orgasm and then being forced to stop.

Then Spock paired his index and middle fingers together and began to run them over McCoy's hands and softly and teasingly over his cock to make the doctor gasp and moan at the first intimate contact he'd felt with someone else in so long.

Spock also seemed similarly affected by the contact, though this response was far better controlled by the half Vulcan than the doctor. Spock began to urge the doctor to take his clothes off, since he'd already begun the process, and he similarly divested himself of his clothes.

When nothing could come between them, Spock finally gave in and locked McCoy in almost a savage kiss. The doctor responded in kind, his hands moving roughly and greedily over the half Vulcan's body, all the sexual frustration he'd felt over the years bursting forth suddenly.

Spock was enjoying this thoroughly, never having experience sex with the intensity of this interaction with McCoy before, his past sexual experienced limited to the few times he had shared with Lieutenant Uhura.

The times with her had been pleasant enough, but they didn't awaken the kind of fire within him that he felt here. He never felt such a pure form of need from her, and never felt it within himself. He would satisfy the both of them this night, that was for certain.

Since Spock was the only one between them with enough presence of mind to move their activities over to his bed, he did so, pulling the doctor's naked body flush over his own, and he growled, "Leonard…do with me as you will…for tonight I will deny you nothing."

When McCoy heard those words from Spock, it caused a deep, almost primal sort of growl from the back of his throat, and he squeezed his eyes shut as they rolled to the back of his head at the thought. He thought he was desperate before, but hearing Spock give him total control intensified the feeling infinitely.

Then he locked Spock in another violent kiss and he resumed his greedy caresses, finally moving a hand down to firmly stroke the First Officer's cock and balls. Feeling Spock arching under that attention, he focused his hand on the other's cock as he then moved his mouth down to the other's neck to lick and bite.

He wanted to mark him, to leave physical proof of their encounter, since all of this seemed too insane to be true. Just earlier that day they were arguing over yet another stupid thing they disagreed on. McCoy never dreamed that in that very evening, they'd be fucking wildly on Spock's bed.

What would Jim think if he saw us like this right now? McCoy almost chuckled at the thought.

McCoy's thoughts scattered when he felt Spock's hands roughly grab his hips and suddenly tug forward, causing their arousals to rub together, the friction wrenching a deep groan from the doctor's throat. McCoy couldn't stop himself from rutting against the other, burying his face in the juncture between Spock's neck and shoulders, and just breathing in deep.

But McCoy could feel himself quickly getting close to losing it, and he didn't want it to just be this. He wanted more, so with great difficulty, his muscles straining, his cock twitching, he stopped and begged, "Spock, let me fuck you, please let me be inside you."

"Yes…" was all the other said, distancing himself from the doctor for a moment while he opened a drawer in his bedside table and fished something out.

Spock put it into McCoy's hands and the doctor realized that it was a tube of lubrication. Well, he knew now that he could never fault Spock for being unprepared for anything, and he set himself to rubbing a liberal amount of it on his straining cock as he looked at the other lustfully.

Spock's face and body were unnaturally flushed, and seeing the usually cold and composed Vulcan like this made McCoy close his eyes and moan shamelessly as he rubbed himself some more. Before he lost himself like this, he stopped rubbing and growled lightly, "Spock…get on your hands and knees."

Spock just raised one of those sexy eyebrows at him and he quickly complied, and it seemed to McCoy that the other did not want to draw things out either. The doctor then used the lube that was still on his fingers to begin preparing the other, groaning as he felt Spock's insides clamping down on his preparing fingers.

"Leonard, please…" Spock finally breathed, "I am ready."

The doctor was beyond waiting at this point, so he quickly removed his fingers from the other and then positioned himself to enter Spock quickly. He thrust all the way in, both of their bodies quaking under the force of the movement.

McCoy hugged around the other's extremely hot body as he began to move, his fingers running through the soft dusting of hair on the other's chest. He'd never slept with a male before, but this was so much more intoxicating than any woman he'd ever slept with, including his ex wife.

As good as this was feeling, it had indeed been too long since McCoy had achieved release with another person, so, with his thrusts getting harder and erratic, his orgasm finally came, and it completely blew his mind. He held tightly to Spock as he emptied himself within him, and he dimly noted the other reaching up to quickly rub himself to orgasm as well.

After he finished coming, a post orgasmic lethargy set in as all his strength seeped out of his bones and he depended on Spock to hold the both of them up. Spock finally moved the soiled bed cover and shifted them both so that they could lay down.

McCoy didn't want to think about anything, though he realized that their relationship was now forever changed. For the time being, he was content to just cuddle closely to the other's comforting warmth and sleep. He decided they could talk in the morning.

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