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, character deaths, psychological/anxiety disorders, sexual situations, etc.

Pairings: Spock/Harry/Kirk, hints of Sulu/Chekov and Scotty/Uhura

76. Awkward

Sometimes Harry wondered how he allowed himself to be talked into certain situations. Why was it that Jim could give him a certain look, touch or kiss him a certain way that had the wizard melting and giving in to him? He couldn't make sense of it and it drove him nuts! Although he supposed Jim had some advantages. His good looks, the tone of his voice, the way he moved with a predatory grace, the confidence that just seemed to drip from his pores, his overall sexual appeal that always had many tripping over themselves like witless morons. All of these things worked to Jim's benefit and often allowed him to get away with certain things, especially his lovers. This was one such circumstance.

Harry had been working through his lunch break since there had been a lot to get done, new orders to place, paperwork to get through and new shipments of medical supplies to count. It was a bit overbearing especially for McCoy so the wizard had allowed his boss to take a break while he continued to work. Of course the Southern doctor had protested, ranting that it wasn't healthy for Harry to skip a meal and to stress himself with work. But Harry had pointed out that since he was younger, he could handle the stress easier.

"Not to quote Jim, but you look ready to burst a blood vessel Leonard so you need a break. Once you get back, I'll go get something to eat alright?" There was a bit of grumbling, but in the end McCoy had agreed and left Harry to continue his work. Sick Bay was mostly empty with only a few other doctors and nurses on duty along with a few patients. But it didn't bother him and he enjoyed the quiet as he worked in McCoy's office.

Unfortunately the quiet didn't last as five minutes later Jim had shown up surprised to find his lover instead of his friend. Things were quick to lead from one thing to another despite Harry's attempts to defuse the situation, but he could never win against Jim's charms. That's how he found himself propped upon McCoy's desk, his captain settled between his legs as the blond hungrily devoured his mouth. Harry groaned tightening his grip on the golden fabric gracing his lover's taunt shoulders and chest.

"Shit why do you have to be so gorgeous?" Jim purred leaning down to work on the wizard's neck again, tugging down the collar to mark the skin with more hickies. Harry squirmed, "Why do you have to be so bloody horny all the time?"

"You love it," Jim chuckled before giving a particularly hard suck. Harry gasped and tightened his grip on Jim's shirt, moaning as a thigh pressed firmly against erection which was straining against his slacks. He mentally cursed his captain his hips shifting for more contact while his hands moved up to grip short, silky hair. Panting, he huffed, "I s-still have work to do Jim!"

"I know."

"Then let me do it you wanker!" Jim smirked knowing there was no real venom behind his words. Rather he bit a sensitive spot he knew was a weak point, chuckling when Harry inhaled sharply and went slack in his arms. Licking the spot, he murmured, "I'd rather fuck you."

"Nnnah!" Harry yanked at Jim's hair in frustration, although it was hard to say whether it was annoyance for Jim's refusal to listen or because of the blonde's teasing. Either way it was driving him mad as warm, bold hands slipped under his uniform shirts gliding along his sides and over his chest. He bit his lip and squeaked when a thumb brushed his nipple, circling it lightly. Harry groaned and arched as the nubs were toyed with, the sounds he made being swallowed by Jim as he was kissed again. Despite his protests, Harry did feel that there was a tiny part of him that enjoyed the idea of having sex on their best friend's desk, but only a tiny part.

And speak of the devil for he shall appear. The door to the office slid open halting the pair in their activities as they glanced over. McCoy stood eyes wide and his jaw hanging open with a tray of food in his hand, most likely for Harry. The wizard was certain they made quite a picture at that moment; his shirt bunched up with Jim's hands splayed over his chest, their faces flushed and lips swollen from their kissing. Their hair was probably sticking up in odd angles and with Harry halfway reclined on the desk, it was obvious where this had been heading.

The haze of lust hanging over them fell away quickly leaving only embarrassment and awkwardness. Harry wanted nothing more than to curl up under a rock on Delta Vega, this was just humiliating! He buried his burning face in Jim's chest who chuckled nervously, "Hey Bones, didn't think you'd be back so soon."

"God dammit Jim!" Yes, Harry had never been so mortified in his life. He didn't think he'd ever be able to look McCoy in the eye again without turning red! Damn his irresistibly sexy, horny tease of a lover who couldn't keep it in his pants until after shift! And just for this, he was withholding sex from Jim for a week and making him sleep on the couch! That would teach him!

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~Seth