Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Star Trek or Harry Potter. They belong to J.J. Abrams, Gene Roddenberry and J.K. Rowling.
Warnings: Slash (male/male pairings), threesome, AU, violence, language, angst, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, badly written accents, etc.
Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk, hints of Sulu/Chekov and Scotty/Uhura
51. Domestic
If someone had told Jim a few years ago that he was going to find himself slowly settling down into a somewhat normal domestic life style, he probably would have punched the person and bought himself another drink. After all during that time Jim knew nothing about family life; his mother was always constantly away, his stepfather had been a bastard and his brother had bailed out on him.
So he had been forced to raise himself without any help and turned into a bit of a hellion since there was nothing to do in Iowa and nothing to keep him occupied. Not that he really had any sort of goals at the time despite his high IQ so he usually found himself drinking or getting into trouble. But that was then and this was now.
His present was much different from his past and they were so far removed from each other that it felt like a life time ago rather than just a handful of years. It seriously amazed him that despite his flaws and fuck ups that somehow, someway he had obtained things he only dreamed off. He was the youngest Captain of Star Fleet, he had the Enterprise, he had a great crew who made amazing friends as well plus he had Spock, Harry and Teddy. It just seemed surreal at times.
Currently they were all resting in Harry's quarters for the evening, a routine they had developed over the last few weeks since their initial get together. Private settings such as their personal quarters allowed for Spock and Jim to develop closer bonds with Harry and Teddy so they would spend a few hours together every day unless something else came up. It was actually rather relaxing and something they looked forward to at the end of the day. Usually it would be the four of them doing some activity together but sometimes Uhura or Sulu and Chekov would take Teddy off their hands so that Jim and Spock could have some intimate time with Harry.
At the moment it was the four of them. Spock was currently playing chess against Teddy and while the kid wasn't near the Vulcan's skill level he was still putting up a good fight. But what Jim found amusing about the situation was the fact that Teddy had morphed himself into a mini Spock; from the hair style to the ears and sharp eyebrows, it was all there. Jim and Harry had laughed pretty hard when they noticed Spock's intrigued and somewhat disturbed stare. Teddy had also gotten a kick out of it as well.
Jim was occupying himself by massaging Harry's feet, the young doctor resting on the couch in exhaustion. From what was explained, he had to work a double shift along with several other doctors and nurses due to the fact that a virus was going around putting not only many of the crew in Sick Bay but the actual physicians as well. McCoy had grumbled and bitched about it for the last few days although it was obvious that his irritation stemmed from the lack of sleep rather than his usual grumpiness. Harry was pretty much the same way.
"You look dead," Jim murmured quietly.
"Nnn, feels like my body could sink to the bottom of an ocean my limbs are heavy," Harry replied cracking an eye open to gaze down at him. Jim offered a smile as he continued massaging, cooing softly, "Poor Harry, you work so hard."
"Hey, not all of us get to sit in nice cushy chairs and order people around," Harry grumbled.
Jim chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, "No, but you could always come to the Bridge and sit on my lap if your feet get tired."
"Hn, perverted prat! Honestly," Harry snorted although there was enjoyment in his eyes. His amusement was furthered when Teddy suddenly jumped onto Jim's back laughter spilling from his lips as his hair turned red and purple while his eyes morphed to a yellow-gold color. Grunting, the blond playfully carried Teddy around while Spock moved to sit on the couch, Harry immediately curling against his side as he always did.
It was a habit the wizard had developed once he agreed to be with Jim and Spock; despite his somewhat reserved nature Harry was still found comfort in physical contact such as hugging. He savored it really since receiving any affection in his youth had been rare to non-existent. To allow either Jim or Spock to hold him was a show of trust on his part. One that Spock and Jim enjoyed greatly.
As the pair rested upon the couch watching Jim and Teddy play, they relaxed and savored the warm, domestic atmosphere. Their lives were hectic and there was no guarantee for tomorrow, but it was times like these that allowed them to take pause. As long as they could continue to enjoy the moments between them, they would be fine.
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~Seth
