Hi there!
This is a Christmas present for the lovely Lauren of the USS Awesome (uss-awesome dot tumblr dot com), who infected me with the love of Kirk/Spock/McCoy. I hope you enjoy it, hon. :-)
It's rated T for mild swearing, but there are no explicit descriptions of sex. Obviously I don't own these marvellous characters.
So, I hope you all have as much fun reading as I had writing and if there are any mistakes please let me know as I'm no native English speaker. Thanks!
Spock was staring at the ceiling of the captain's quarters, his hand drawing nonsense patterns on Jim's back, who was laying comfortably close beside him on his side, one arm placed possessively around Spock's waist.
"Jim?"
"Mhm?"
"May I ask a personal query?"
Jim smiled and opened his eyes again. "Go ahead."
"Could you think of a cause why Doctor McCoy can't stand me?"
Jim propped himself up on his elbow and looked at Spock in astonishment.
"What are you talking about? Why would you think that?"
Spock calmly listed the reasons for his belief: McCoy's surly attitude around him, how he constantly called Spock 'green blooded hobgoblin' or worse and how he seemed to contradict him at every possible chance.
After hearing that, Jim drew his head back and laughed heartily, which caused Spock to scowl at him.
"I cannot comprehend what about this matter would give you reason to make fun of me. I'm quite serious."
"Of course you are, love," Jim smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry for laughing at you, but it's really rather hilarious. Bones does like you, very much so. This is his way of showing affection."
Spock could only look at him blankly for a few moments. "But... that's... completely illogical," he got out at last.
Jim only shrugged and settled back down with his head nuzzled against Spock's shoulder.
"I told you we humans are a bunch of walking talking contradictions. And them southerners are all bat-shit crazy on top of that."
Spock only raised an eyebrow. He was used to the captain's crass exaggerations by now. He concluded to have a closer look on the good doctor in the future.
A few days later the evening found Leonard McCoy (once again) consulting his faithful friend Mr Bourbon. The reasons to do so were manifold, but in the last time he found there was one particular reason that kept occurring. Or rather two.
He didn't know when it had happened or the specific details, but at some time the first officer had apparently changed his relationship status from "with Lt Uhura" to "single" and some indefinite time later to "with Captain Kirk". And that was all peachy as far as he was concerned and congrats to Jim and all, but...
Well. It would have been perhaps a bit easier if Jim didn't undress his first officer with his eyes at every possible time (thankfully Spock was a lot subtler). Leonard's natural response would be to scowl and tell them to cut it out or even to threaten them with a bucket of ice water. But in this case he couldn't quite bring himself to do it, because...
Because it was incredibly hot and if he was very honest with himself he didn't really want them to stop. There, problem identified, problem solved.
Only it wasn't. And as nice a companion Mr Bourbon was (didn't talk back, always available, very tasty), Leonard started to miss his best friend (whom he had been avoiding lately to preserve at least some level of mental stability) rather badly.
He could, of course, try to talk to Jim about this all and see how that worked out. Hmmm...
Kirk and Spock were in the middle of feverishly making out when the door chimed.
With a sigh, Jim withdrew from Spock and straightened his uniform before he went to answer the door.
Spock took this time to sit down at the little table in the recreation area of the captain's quarters where the 3D chess stood abandoned. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind. It wasn't easy.
Meanwhile Jim's face lightened up when he saw the visitor.
"Bones! Come in, man! What's up?" he greeted him happily.
The doctor seemed extremely worried and Jim sobered up a little when he saw his expression, laying a comforting hand on his friend's shoulders. Had it been a matter of ship's business Bones would have called him via the intercom, so he suspected it was something personal.
"Um. I need to talk to you," Bones answered, not really able to look Kirk in the eye. His gaze landed on Spock and to Jim's utter surprise he suddenly blushed deeply.
"Okay? Talk to me, man," he said, shooting an apologetic glance over to Spock. The first officer gracefully excused himself and retreated to his quarters.
Leonard took a deep breath and willed himself to speak. It took some time, but thankfully Jim showed an uncharacteristic level of patience.
"I have a crush on you," he sputtered out at last.
"On me?" Jim asked astonished. Leonard shook his head, his expression becoming more pained with every second. Jim looked at him even more bewildered than he had been before.
"So... not on me?"
"No - I mean - dammit, Jim, this is really hard." Leonard closed his eyes for a moment and took another deep breath. Jim was his best friend and a very open minded man, if he couldn't tell him he couldn't tell anyone.
"Not only on you. On both you and Spock. Together."
There. He'd said it. Now he could go and die of shame, although he knew one technically couldn't do that, thank you very much.
He wished he could.
Instead his eyes snapped open as Jim squeezed his shoulder. The seductive look Jim shot at him from beneath his eyelashes did not help with his composure. Neither did Jim's low and almost purring voice.
"You weren't able to resist our combined hotness, were you?" Jim asked, sounding both extremely alluring and extremely pleased with himself.
Leonard once again closed his eyes. "God, you're killing me here!"
"Good. And just so you know, I'm game."
Leonard squinted at him. "You are?"
Jim shrugged. "You're hot, Spock's hot, threesomes are awesome. I should know, I've had my fair share back in the day."
"You know, sometimes I wonder how you ever found the time to actually get any studying done."
Jim grinned mischievously. "You'd be surprised. So, shall I fetch Spock?"
Leonard looked at him astonished. "You don't think he'd mind?"
"Nope. Tell you the truth, we may have had a theoretical conversation about this topic before already."
"Threesomes in general?"
"Smoking hot doctors in particular." The grin on Jim's face could only be described as sinful and Leonard wanted nothing more than to kiss the offending lips. Instead he only nodded and watched one very eager captain hurry away to fetch Spock.
Apparently they had already reached an agreement on the topic at hand when they came back, because Jim looked extremely satisfied and Spock didn't show any signs of hostility.
Still Leonard couldn't help feeling a little nervous when he asked "So... Jim told you, then? And you don't mind?"
"I believe the correct response would be 'The more the merrier', if I'm not much mistaken," Spock deadpanned.
Leonard felt an relieved smile form on his lips. "Alright then."
Spock nodded and Jim could spot a clear hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Under one condition."
Leonard eyed him nervously. "What condition?"
"If you promise to refrain from referring to me as an evil spirited fairy creature in the future."
Jim snorted and Leonard could only gape at Spock. He'd never imagined Vulcans could look so incredibly smug.
Jim slapped him sympathetically on the back. "Never mind Spock, he's always a smart ass when no one's around. You just have to shut him up when he get's too annoying." And with that he took Spock's face into his hands and kissed him thoroughly. And o dear Lord that had to be the hottest thing Leonard had ever seen.
When they finally broke apart, Spock's cheeks had gained a most fetching light green blush, although his voice was as calm as ever when he informed them that the concept of being a 'smart ass' didn't apply to Vulcans.
Jim rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever." Then he waved Leonard over and gestured at Spock. "Your turn."
Not willing to appear chicken-hearted, Leonard stepped into Spock's personal space and shot him an expectant look. Spock gently drew him close with a hand on his neck and then Leonard discovered that the first officer apparently put the same amount of vigor into kissing as he did into his work, which turned out to be very satisfying for the participant.
"Spock and Bo~ones sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Jim cheered merrily when they parted. Leonard exchanged a look with Spock and paraphrased Jim's earlier words.
"Never mind Jim, he's a brat no matter if anyone's around or not. You just have to shut him up when he get's to cheeky." Then he silenced Jim with a smack upside the head.
Jim rubbed the back of his head and pouted, but was indeed effectively shut up. Spock seemed intrigued. "Doctor, how would you estimate the success rate of this treatment?"
Leonard smiled at him and gave the scowling Jim a smirk. "Works every single time."
He was rewarded with an awed "fascinating" from Spock and a sulky "Hey!" from Jim. This time he chose Jim's own method of shutting people up and found out it worked just as well.
And so it began.
"... Doctor? Doctor, are you listening?"
"Huh?" McCoy blinked a few times. Right, breakfast. Other people around. Probably not the best time to repeat the experiences from last night, however tempting that thought was. Especially with the infernal duo right in front of him at the other side of the table. Thankfully only Jim looked smug, while Spock had a definite air of concern about him.
Leonard gave Nurse Chapel, who apparently had been talking to him, an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Christine, last night was a bit" breathtaking, exhausting, mindblowing "late. Shall we discuss this further on our way?"
He needed to get to a nice and quiet place far away from these distracting blokes as soon as possible and heading to work seemed an excellent excuse.
With a friendly nod across the table he took off and hoped to gather some peace in his beloved medical bay.
Unfortunately he found that his mind had quite some difficulties to concentrate on the job at hand because it was too preoccupied with all the new discoveries and experiences from last night.
Things Leonard wouldn't have believed even when he had traveled back in time and told the yesterday Leonard himself (and you wouldn't want to get him started on that topic, time travel was a bitch as far as he was concerned and that was without any madmen flying around and imploding planets).
- That it had actually worked and he'd ended up having a truly mindbogglingly good time last night instead of, oh, let's think, being laughed at or kicked out of the captain's quarters or ending up insulting touchy Vulcan feelings without meaning to, or any other of the many worst case scenarios he had imagined.
- How easily his mental image of Jim Kirk, best mate had shifted to Jim Kirk, lover.
- How passionate certain Vulcans could get, when at any other time they gave you the impression of holding hardly more feelings than the average android.
- How delightfully vocal aforementioned Vulcans turned out to be.
- What an incredible level of stamina same Vulcans seemed to possess (and wouldn't that make an excellent and undoubtedly highly regarded article in Xenobiology monthly? But as Leonard had no intention of dying a slow and painful death he discarded the idea quickly).
- How flexible one certain captain was and how good use he made of his talents in that department.
- How hot it was to hear dirty talk in Vulcan, even if he didn't understand a single word.
- How unbefuckinglievable a Vulcan mindmeld felt during sex. Especially with three people involved.
- And so forth.
… Yeah. It was going to be a long day.
Sometimes later he needed the Captain's signature on some form and decided that this was as good an excuse as any to visit the bridge.
He nearly did a double take when he caught sight of one certain Vulcan bent over the scanner of the science station. Bloody hell, who designed things like that? How Jim ever got any work done in here with a view like that, was entirely beyond him.
Thankfully his natural snarkiness was working on autopilot so he made it back to the medical bay without completely embarrassing himself.
At the end of alpha shift Leonard looked up when he heard a soft knock at the open door frame of his office, only to see his captain standing there and grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
"Hello, Jim," he said cautiously. "How can I help you?"
"You, handsome, can lay down the pen and come with me."
Leonard frowned and protested. "But I've got paperwork to do!"
Jim waved impatiently and stepped forward to grab Leonard's wrist. "Yeah, yeah, there's always paperwork. It won't run away. Come one, Bones, we're determined to wine and dine you tonight."
Leonard was too flabbergasted to put up much of a struggle when Jim dragged him along but at least he managed to get out a (admittedly not very witty) "Wine and dine? What do you mean, wine and dine?" about halfway trough medical bay. He also managed to struggle his wrist free, that had to count for something.
Jim only shrugged. "You know, candlelight, soft music, nice food, expensive wine. You are familiar with the concept, aren't you?"
"But... how?" (And there went his ability to form polysyllabic words. Marvelous.)
"Well, turns out Spock is a fucking genius when it comes to programming the replicator and I happened to have a very nice Chardonnay stashed away. So we thought we'd treat you."
Leonard only shook his head, but followed his captain anyway. "You two will be the death of me."
Jim shot him an amused look across his shoulder. "But it will be a very beautiful death."
Dinner in the very tastefully decorated captain's quarters was rather spectacular, truth be told. Although Leonard still found it a bit unnerving to see warmth and fondness in Spock's eyes instead of the usual efficiency and professionalism. Not that he was going to argue, mind.
After dinner Spock asked with a completely straight face (playing poker against him would probably be ruinous, Leonard thought) "Doctor, would you mind assisting me in an experiment?"
"Not at all, Mr Spock. What kind of experiment did you have in mind?"
"It explores the effect that being repeatedly exposed to high levels of endorphins has on the human male."
"A most promising object of research."
Jim laid one arm across Spock's and Leonard's shoulders respectively while he led them over to the bed and drawled in his best impression of Humphrey Bogart: "Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
And that's all, folks. At least so far... hehe.
So, happy holidays to everyone and especially you, dear Lauren!