A/N - Number seven…I have this feeling that I'm losing readers because of the turns the story is taking. I know Jim is a little whorish, Bones is a little more sensitive, and my Spock isn't what people see as a Spock, but bear with me.
Stories like this very rarely stay true to character because you can never take someone else's characters and replicate them. Please just keep an open mind with the story. I'm really enjoying the process of creating it, but if my reader's are gone then the story will end. Let me know you're out there and tell me what you think!
Jim woke up and groaned gently going to sit up but stopped when he heard a groan answer his own. He looked down and saw arms wrapped around his waist. Smiling he followed the arms and found McCoy laying next to him. Silently he ran his fingers through McCoy's hair thinking about everything.
Feeling sick to his stomach he got out of McCoy's arms so he didn't wake him up and made his way to the bathroom splashing his face with water. Maybe you can't teach old dogs new tricks. Jim wanted nothing but to be loyal to Spock but there was something in him that needed McCoy by his side. Jim hadn't slept this well in a long time. He rubbed his face again sighing.
"Jim?" McCoy looked over and saw his friend standing in the bathroom his face pained and confused. "Jim, what's wrong?"
"Nothing Bones." came the answer.
McCoy got up walking over to Jim and rubbed his back. He smiled when the tense muscles relaxed under his hands. He stood behind him rubbing Jim's shoulders, "Come on, get back to bed. You get tomorrow off to relax and go over some things with me and Spock if you want ok?"
Jim nodded and moved into McCoy's hands. "W-Will you still lay with me?"
"Of course." he said leading him to the bed, his hand on the small of his back. McCoy laid down with Jim pulling the man's body against his.
The Captain sighed and turned so he face facing McCoy, but kept the contact between their bodies. He smiled lightly as McCoy shifted to stay close. "You know Bones…I wish there were two of me, or that I had turned out different."
"Why?"
"Because no matter what happens someone is going to get hurt."
"Did you grow a conscience?"
"Funny Bones." he said propping himself on his elbow. "I mean, I figured I would want to settle down one day, and I don't believe that you can just be attracted to one person forever. Lucky me right…the two guys I want are my best friends."
"You know I won't try anything right?"
"Takes the fun out of it." Jim said smirking. "I know what I want Bones. I want both you of you."
"Jim that's not - " McCoy let out a soft moan when Jim kissed him. His hands gripped Jim's waist and pushed him back, "Come on kid…no teasing."
Jim ignored him kissing him again, getting on top of him. He smirked when he felt the Doctor responding to his touches. "You were saying Bones?"
He grunted pulling Jim down crushing their lips together. Both men felt an intense warmth coursing through their bodies, both of them wanting more of it. Jim clambered his way on top of McCoy, his hands pinning the Doctor's.
McCoy nipped Jim's ear lobe earning a throaty, "Bones." from the younger man. That sound sent a spark through the Doctor that he hadn't felt in a long time. Forcefully he flipped the two of them over, his hands moving lower on Jim until they held his waist. He slid his tongue into Jim's mouth, moaning at the taste, pulling their bodies together so no space remained. A soft whimper escaped Jim, wordlessly begging McCoy for more.
Jim intertwined their legs, moving his body against McCoy's. Both men allowed moans to escape them. As the time went, everything became more heated, more desperate.
The two bodies collided together and hands were tangled with each other. Sheets and blankets were thrown off the bed as they lost themselves. Neither knew how much time passed before they just laid next to each other.
"I'm in so much trouble." Jim groaned.
McCoy smiled sadly, "Regret?"
Jim shook his head, "No, but have you ever been choked by a Vulcan? It hurts."
McCoy laughed softly and pulled Jim close to him, "Just rest ok. I'll take care of Spock."
"Nicely." he yawned.
"Yes, nicely."
"Bones," Jim said softly. "I can't change, I can't just be with one person. You'll both get hurt. I should just stop everything now."
"Jim get some sleep. We'll figure it out later." with that McCoy pressed a soft kiss to Jim's temple, "Sleep."
Jim nodded and fell asleep and McCoy pressed the button, "McCoy to Spock."
"Spock here."
"Jim's gonna take the day and sleep. He didn't get much sleep last night. Once your shift is over meet me in sickbay and we can figure out what to do."
"Very well. I will meet you then." he said.
McCoy got up and changed, leaving a note for Jim before going and preparing for the day.
Jim woke up and spent the day in his room, his mind trying to sort through the feelings he had for his two friends. They were so different and both made him feel wanted for once. He was pretty sure that he was screwed when Spock found out he had a thing for McCoy. Spock would make him choose, McCoy didn't seem to be heading in the direction. Most of the time, the world seemed to give in to James T. Kirk, but this time it didn't seem that way.
Spock left the bridge early, the need to see Jim was taking his mind off his work. He knocked on the door before walking in, "Jim?"
He smiled when he saw Jim walk into the main part of the room in just his blank pants.
"Hey Spock." he said giving him a smile.
"Jim." he said walking over to him. He wrapped his arms around the Captain and kissed him slowly. Spock pulled the man closer not wanting to let him go. Slowly, the primal urge that he felt whenever he was close to Jim made itself know. He pushed Jim onto the bed, a smirk forming on his face.
Unable to resist that look Jim felt himself smile and lay back on the bed giving into the half-Vulcan that was standing above him. Spock laid on him, his lips devouring his own. Jim moaned but heard McCoy's voice, "Jim, come to sickbay. Spock should be on his way here."
"We will be there shortly." Spock answered.
Jim shrunk as he heard the smugness in Spock's voice and the growl that came from McCoy's. Spock kissed Jim again before getting up. Jim finished getting dressed and walked down the hall with Spock to the sickbay.
McCoy was waiting for them when they walked in and motioned them to his desk. Jim took a seat and felt like he was placed between his two friends for a purpose. He rubbed his head while he listened to Spock and McCoy. Jim thought they were talking about him but he couldn't be sure.
"What do you think Jim?"
"Hmm?" he asked looking up giving them both a smile.
"What do you think about our idea?" Spock asked, his eyebrow raised as he looked at his Captain.
"Great idea. Let's do it." he said sending them both a warm and cocky smile that made them both want to jump the man right there in the sickbay. Jim got up and walked to the mess hall leaving his Chief Medical Officer and first officer behind.
That evening Jim was reading over reports in his rooms when the chimes went off. "Come in." Jim looked up and smile when he say McCoy. "Come to get your cot?"
"Spock and I are staying in here tonight…remember?"
Jim paled, "Is that what I agreed to?"
He nodded watching Jim closely. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing…when is Spock getting here?"
"I'm right here Jim."
Jim and McCoy watched as Spock walked in. He kissed Jim, his dark eyes going to McCoy, warning him to steer clear of Jim. McCoy rolled his eyes, "He needs to get to bed Spock."
"Of course Doctor."
Jim was laid on the bed by Spock and McCoy gave him a light sedative. "We'll be right here ok Jim?"
The Captain nodded and felt his eyes close against his will. The men watched him, talking silently about their captain. It took about an hour before Jim started to dream. McCoy nodded and Spock placed his fingers on Jim's face, immersing himself in the dream.
McCoy watched for almost an hour as Spock and Jim shook with the nightmare. Out of no where Spock pulled back his eyes watering, "There is no way. It is so illogical."
"What're you - "
Jim screamed in his bed, his eyes wide open. "BONES! BONES!" he roared. Jim struggled, Spock holding him down so he didn't hurt anyone. "SPOCK!" he yelled trying to run.
"Jim!" McCoy shook him. "God dammit." he growled getting a hypo. "Night terrors." Spock forced Jim's head to the side and Spock could barely here the familiar woosh over Jim's screams. Just a couple seconds later Jim's body relaxed and he groaned, his eyes blinking.
He rubbed his eyes and saw McCoy and Spock looking at him out of wide eyes. The half-Vulcan pulled Jim to him, keeping him close to his chest. As Jim shook he reached his hand back and McCoy grabbed onto it, getting as close as he could. "We're here Jim." he said softly.
Jim fell into an exhausted sleep and reluctantly Spock moved him to sickbay. "Spock what did you see?"
Spock rubbed his temples methodically, "He was watching us die. We were all on a planet, captured, held by something that showed our worst fears. He was too scared to save us, so he watched us die."
McCoy sighed and the two sat there pouring over the details that were in Jim's dream. "He told about this thing that happens with him, how parts of his dreams come true. He's scared this is going to happen to us."
"Even for Jim, thinking something like this would really happen is highly illogical."
"I saw you get hurt, before you were in the coma." Jim's tired voice came from the door way. "That's why I got to you so quickly. I saw something that triggered the memory. Its one of the reasons I felt so guilty. I knew it was going to happen and I didn't stop it! I won't let it happen again!"
McCoy hurried over and wrapped his arms around Jim, "We won't let it happen ok?"
Jim nodded into his neck and Spock growled walking over.
"Not now Spock." McCoy warned.
Jim brought his gaze up and saw an angry look Spock and a worried looking McCoy. Tonight is turning out to be one hell of a night. "Both of you go to your quarters. Get some sleep. After our shifts tomorrow we have work to do.
"What's that?"
"You two are going to help me get over my fear."
A/N - Ok, so like I said, let me know what you think because this story is on the verge of dying if my reader's appear to be gone. Give me suggestions, comments, concerns, requests…anything! Thanks for reading.
L. A.
