You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast... [Bones, Spock, Jim]

[dctr_mccoy]

The previous day had been long and emotional - a wedding, a party, then getting taken rough against a wall by Jim before collapsing into a deep, coma like sleep. Bones hadn't felt anything change, didn't notice when the ship passed though some temporal disturbanceThe next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself

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[cso_spock]

"If I recall correctly," Spock said as he took out his wallet, remembering walking down the hallway just this morning before that woman caught him, "he arrived with Jim. I do not reciprocate its apparent affection."

They came to the room 735, and he tried the card--it worked. The room was a mirror of Leonard's, with the bathroom and the bed against the other wall, but everything else about the decor was virtually the same. The bed was neat and made, save for a few wrinkles, a plastic bag of toiletries lay on the bathroom counter, and a suitcase was lying on the floor next to the dresser with its lid popped open.

He saw the new, clean clothes in the suit case and he was very tempted to change -- these wrinkles were awful -- but every top he could see had stripes.

[kirktastic]

Jim looked around the room once, then laughed at Spock's words. "You just aren't a dog person, Spock. Don't worry, Bones' take care of the mutt for you." He sat down on the bed looking around. Everything was neat, clean... it reminded him of a ride he had taken with Bones a long time ago.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones sat down on the bed, patting at it until the dog jumped on next to him. One hand on the dog's neck, rubbing, he got to see the changes in both men. Jim's hair... it was longer, browner, and fuck, he looked good with that scruff on his face. Spock's change was more striking, looking healthy and pink, like a normal human, but the ears - Bones hadn't realized how different Spock looked until he was presented with the human version.

"Okay, you two are the geniuses. Tell me what the plan is." Between the two of them, they could come up with something, right?

[cso_spock]

Spock dug through the suitcase, trying to find something that wasn't striped nor fluorescent blue. He had almost lost hope until he finally found a nice, clean, plain, non-striped white shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans (and other undergarments).

Skinny jeans, he saw upon closer inspection, but....kaiidth.

"I plan to take a shower, first," He said, standing. "I believe Mister Quinto slept in these clothes, and they have outlived their comfort."

[kirktastic]

"I didn't even think to grab more clothes from Chris' closet, this is all I've got. I guess I could always go out and buy more." Jim sat back, stretching out on the bed with a sigh.

"As for a plan?" His brows furrowed, thinking. Then, all at once, he sat up and grabbed the pack he had been carrying with him. He opened it and pulled out the portable computer. "I brought this!"

[dctr_mccoy]

"I'm sure between the two of us, there's something you could wear, until we can get some new things." But that made Bones wonder - how long were they going to be here? Today was just a taste of the lives of these men, and they had other obligations.

Hell, Bones didn't even know how long they had these hotel rooms. But Jim was firing up the computer, so he lay back down on the bed and waited to be told what to do next.

It was the simplest thing, really.

[cso_spock]

One didn’t often get an opportunity like this, to study a human body while actually being in it. Spock had always postulated that it would insensitive and sticky, with all that unclean business about sweat and other fluids that just exuded through the pores, especially on a hot day in, of all places, San Diego. In his own body, he enjoyed San Diego; it was hot and dry and sunny and had a wealth of knowledge about marine wildlife. It was like going to the beaches of VR but without the native trilobites (Spock noted to himself, how Sybok had loved that city; perhaps he should suggest lightly he take up residence in San Diego

[kirktastic]

Jim looked up from the computer and saw Bones spread out on the bed. He put the computer aside for the moment, remembering the elevator, and moved to crouch with a knee on either side of Bones. He smirked, then bent down to brush their lips together. "...it can wait, just a minute. Just got you back after all."

[dctr_mccoy]

Looking up, he saw Jim - well, Chris on top of him, and it all hit him again, how worried he'd been that something had happened to separate them. His hands slid up Jim's sides and shoulders, cradling Jim's face in his hands as he deepened their kiss.

When he pulled back, and saw that face, so like the one he loved, and knowing it was Jim in there, Bones smiled again. Didn't really matter what Jim looked like, as long as it was him.

[kirktastic]

"...you look different with short hair." Jim reached up and gave a nose of the short strands on top of Bones' head with a little laugh. "Still sexy." He moved to kiss forehead, cheek, then neck. "Still want you, wanna make sure you're in one piece. You know, with my mouth and hands. Maybe in that order."

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones' cock leapt inside his pants, aching at Jim's words and groaned at Jim's mouth on his neck, until their lips met again for another deep kiss. His thumb brushed a strand of brown hair out of Jim's face... then the shine caught his eye, the small tattooed heart and the band around his ring finger.

Still Karl, he reminded himself, and Karl had someone he loved back home. Couldn't disrespect that. "Jim," Bones began, his voice low and rough. "You know I need you," he began, nosing Jim's skin, the scent both familiar yet not. "But I can't, not 'everything' while I'm in here, okay?" he added, looking again at the ring, hoping Jim would understand.

Not without some sort of permission that might be impossible to get.

[kirktastic]

At first, he didn't understand at all. The nosing, the touches, the kissing told him one thing, but the words said another. Jim sat up on his knees, looking down at Bones with his brows together. "...well, what do you want, then?" The edge in his voice was definitely his-not-his penis talking as it thought it was getting cockblocked by a ring, and not the good kind.

[dctr_mccoy]

Fuck. Trust Jim to be difficult about this...

Bones rolled them over until he was on top, looking down from bent elbows. Closing his eyes, he rubbed their noses together, slow. "Just- this," he began, then closed his eyes and kissed Jim again, one hand slipping under his shirt to feel at the muscles under his skin, almost identical to what he knew.

He thrust up against Jim's hips as they ground together slow. Karl's body or not, right now, this was what he needed.

[kirktastic]

Definitely could get into this. Jim reached down to undo Bones' fly with some effort, groaning into his mouth as his hand and their hips gave him the friction he wanted. He sucked lightly on Bones' lower lip tasting for a difference that he wasn't exactly finding. There was a little more muscle on Karl's body than he was used to with Bones', and he liked the feeling of sleek muscle under his hand softened just a hint.

He pulled his head back for a breath when he heard it. Through the doorway into the bathroom, a moan that came through the thin wood. Jim's lips split into a huge grin, figuring either Spock was investigating his borrowed self or could maybe still feel their lust through the bond.

Just made him grind that much harder against Bones after he undid his own fly.

[dctr_mccoy]

It was strange how the clothes wasn't all that different. Textiles felt rougher under his hands, but once he got past those, and his hand was on Jim's skin it all became hotter, in his head, in the room.

Then Spock made this noise, low and deep and sexual and Jim smiled, loved that smile and fuck- his fingers found Jim's cock and began stroking the head. Their eyes met as Bones shoved his pants down enough to give Jim room to touch him fully. Felt the same, same hand, same strokes on him, this body reacting just like his own would. "Wanna hear you too," Bones whispered in his ear as he reached deeper, fingers sliding from the base of Jim's cock to the crown and back down again.

[kirktastic]

How could any man not make a sound after hearing that in their ear? Jim breathed it out by Bones' ear, wriggling to shove his own pants down, giving a kick with a leg, until when he arched up against it was skin against skin. Maybe it should have felt wrong, after all it wasn't his body, but it was still his same old mind that wanted Bones even if he was in an alien tentacle body that could be interesting.

He could worry about contacting their rightful owners in... a few minutes. For now, all he wanted to do was reach down, shifting bodies until he could and keep his cock at Bones' fingertips, and reach down and touch. Just the same... thick and hot in his hand. "So fucking glad this didn't change," Jim growled in a tease and somewhat possessively.