Fic: Observation (Uhura, Gaila, Kirk/McCoy)
Title: Observation
Pairing: Uhura, Gaila, Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Adult
Summary: The sudden silence is immediately suspicious
Word Count: 1390
A/N: Based on a prompt from syredronning
Gaila is quiet. Considering the fact that she’s been pestering Nyota and trying to get her to ignore her project so they can go out for a drink, the sudden silence is immediately suspicious. Nyota tries to focus on her work, but it’s impossible. Gaila is never quiet, especially not in the weeks following the Narada incident. It’s one of her annoying traits that Nyota has come to accept since they became roommates. She also doesn’t give up when she really wants something and, at the moment, her goal seems to be distracting Nyota from her final project so they can go to a bar. She’s even pulled out the ‘you’re spending more time with your boyfriend than me’ card.
“Is this some sort of tactic to get me to give in?” Nyota asks as she finally looks up from the computer. Gaila is standing by the observation window staring into the empty classroom next door.
“It is beautiful,” Gaila breathes out in a near purr as she moves her fingers over the glass.
“What is?” It’s a curse being so curious. Sure, it has its rewards occasionally, but it’s easier to consider the negative aspects. Spock would be so proud of her logical thinking.
Gaila motions at the window and looks at Nyota with bright eyes. “Them.”
“Them?” Nyota frowns and stands up. “The classroom should be empty. No one has permission to be in there. Someone is breaking rules.”
Gaila rolls her eyes. “You cannot speak about rules, Nyota. Professor Spock would not be sharing your bed if you concerned yourself with always following rules.”
“Leave my relationship out of thi--oh, God.” Nyota stares through the glass at the sight of Kirk leaning against the mirror. It’s the fact that he’s got his shirt shoved up under his arms and his uniform pants around his knees while someone is obviously doing something sexual to him
“See? Beautiful,” Gaila murmurs. “He did not look so relaxed and content when he shared my bed.”
“He’s naked.” Nyota cringes when she hears herself squeak. Her eyes widen when she notices the large hand on his bare hips. “That’s not a woman.”
Gaila laughs. “You are so old-fashioned, Nyota. It is sweet.” She reaches over and pets Nyota’s head, which makes Nyota swat her shoulder. Gaila stares through the glass and licks her lips. “He is definitely all man.”
“I’m not shocked about two men enjoying each other sexually. I’m surprised at Jim Kirk being with a man. I’ve never heard any rumors about that,” she says, trying not to look through the glass. Kirk has no idea that anyone is on the other side of the mirror, and it feels like an invasion of privacy to be watching him having sex.
“Neither have I.” Gaila nudges Nyota’s ribs. “Why are you looking at the ceiling?”
“They don’t know anyone’s here,” she says, hissing slightly. “How would you feel if people were watching you have sex without your knowledge?” When she sees Gaila’s wicked smile, she rolls her eyes. “Nevermind.”
“That’s why it’s so beautiful, Nyota. They are unaware of their audience, so they have removed all of their masks,” she says simply. “We are seeing them as no one else has. It’s fascinating.”
“Stop imitating my boyfriend,” she grumbles when Gaila deepens her voice in a poor imitation of Spock when she says ‘fascinating’.
Gaila reaches over and presses the button to listen to the other room. The room they are in is suddenly filled with the sound of Kirk enthusiastically enjoying whatever is being done to him. Nyota can feel her cheeks flush and possibly not just from embarrassment as she listens to her captain whimper and moan. “Listen to him. He sounds so desperately needy.” Gaila sighs and stares through the window.
“Turn that off,” Nyota whispers, shifting from foot to foot as she listens to Kirk gasp. She can’t look. It’s wrong. This is wrong. She should leave. And stop Gaila from this perverse voyeurism. Instead, she looks, really looks, and watches Kirk’s face twist in pleasure.
More. I need more, Bones. Not just your tongue. I need your cock in me.
Bones? Oh God. Kirk is being fucked by McCoy. There’s no way she can look away now. Not when it’s McCoy. Gaila is touching the glass again, and Nyota licks her lips as she watches McCoy stand up and move into view. His lips are swollen and he looks sexy. That silly infatuation she had for like a month during first year prevents her from taking the moral high ground. Especially when he moves and shoves his pants down around his thighs.
You’re gorgeous like this. Spread open and beggin’ me. I wanna see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Then, maybe I’ll fuck you. If you’re a good boy.
“Damn,” she says, shifting again as she listens to McCoy. She doesn’t find filthy talk arousing at all, but she can’t deny that there’s just something about hearing that low drawl say those words that makes her warm.
“I am excited,” Gaila says. “Look how hard he is, Nyota. Do you think that Kirk can actually take all of that into his mouth?”
“He’s so thick.” Nyota squirms again, reaching out to touch the glass. It’s cool to the touch, and she resists the urge of pressing against it for some relief.
I love your cock, Bones. Love the way you taste. How you feel in my mouth.
Stop talkin’ and start suckin’, darlin’. I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours.
“Oh,” Gaila breathes out, almost whimpering as Kirk licks and kisses then begins to suck.
Nyota glances at her then stares back through the window when she realizes that Gaila has her hand up her skirt. McCoy has his fingers on the back of Kirk’s head, holding him as he thrusts into his mouth. They’re at an angle that lets Nyota see it perfectly. The glistening saliva on McCoy’s penis, the way Kirk’s lips glide across the swollen flesh, the way McCoy looks down at him as if he’s never seen anything so beautiful.
“Your nipples are erect,” Gaila says. “Are you aroused? It is not shameful to find them arousing.”
“Can we please not discuss my nipples?” She worries her bottom lip as she watches McCoy push on Kirk’s shoulder. When Kirk pulls back, he licks his lips before he stands up and kisses McCoy. She expects a rough kiss, and that’s what she sees. Only, it’s not. Passionate, yes, but more than that. There is emotion between them that isn’t just about sex, she realizes. “He had sex with you a few weeks ago.”
“He gave me oral pleasure, but we did not have an opportunity for penetration.” Gaila discusses sex like she’s deciding what to eat for breakfast. “This is new, though. I can see the difference in his eyes.”
Nyota isn’t sure how Kirk’s eyes can indicate how long he’s been having sex with McCoy, but she can’t really analyze it when she’s watching McCoy stroking Kirk as they continue to kiss. She gasps when Kirk turns to the mirror and bends over, staring in a way that makes her suspect he’s watching McCoy. The look on his face is extremely private, no mask at all just like Gaila said, and she has to look away. “We shouldn’t be watching this.”
Gaila turns off the audio in the middle of gasps and a low whimper. Nyota watches her lick her fingers before she tilts her head. “I am unsatisfied,” she says. “We should go get a drink so that I can find someone who will satisfy me or I will have to remain here and satisfy myself.”
Nyota narrows her eyes as she looks at Gaila. “You play dirty,” she says.
“I am not playing, Nyota.” Gaila looks curious as she glances at the men on the opposite side of the window again. “They are beautiful, but you are right. It is too personal for an audience.” She reaches over and pushes a button, which lowers a screen across the observation window, giving the men privacy. She looks at Nyota and smiles. “So?”
“Fine. We’ll go get a drink. I’ll finish this tomorrow.” After she has a chance to go see Spock and get a little satisfaction herself.
End
Pairing: Uhura, Gaila, Kirk/McCoy
Rating: Adult
Summary: The sudden silence is immediately suspicious
Word Count: 1390
A/N: Based on a prompt from syredronning
Gaila is quiet. Considering the fact that she’s been pestering Nyota and trying to get her to ignore her project so they can go out for a drink, the sudden silence is immediately suspicious. Nyota tries to focus on her work, but it’s impossible. Gaila is never quiet, especially not in the weeks following the Narada incident. It’s one of her annoying traits that Nyota has come to accept since they became roommates. She also doesn’t give up when she really wants something and, at the moment, her goal seems to be distracting Nyota from her final project so they can go to a bar. She’s even pulled out the ‘you’re spending more time with your boyfriend than me’ card.
“Is this some sort of tactic to get me to give in?” Nyota asks as she finally looks up from the computer. Gaila is standing by the observation window staring into the empty classroom next door.
“It is beautiful,” Gaila breathes out in a near purr as she moves her fingers over the glass.
“What is?” It’s a curse being so curious. Sure, it has its rewards occasionally, but it’s easier to consider the negative aspects. Spock would be so proud of her logical thinking.
Gaila motions at the window and looks at Nyota with bright eyes. “Them.”
“Them?” Nyota frowns and stands up. “The classroom should be empty. No one has permission to be in there. Someone is breaking rules.”
Gaila rolls her eyes. “You cannot speak about rules, Nyota. Professor Spock would not be sharing your bed if you concerned yourself with always following rules.”
“Leave my relationship out of thi--oh, God.” Nyota stares through the glass at the sight of Kirk leaning against the mirror. It’s the fact that he’s got his shirt shoved up under his arms and his uniform pants around his knees while someone is obviously doing something sexual to him
“See? Beautiful,” Gaila murmurs. “He did not look so relaxed and content when he shared my bed.”
“He’s naked.” Nyota cringes when she hears herself squeak. Her eyes widen when she notices the large hand on his bare hips. “That’s not a woman.”
Gaila laughs. “You are so old-fashioned, Nyota. It is sweet.” She reaches over and pets Nyota’s head, which makes Nyota swat her shoulder. Gaila stares through the glass and licks her lips. “He is definitely all man.”
“I’m not shocked about two men enjoying each other sexually. I’m surprised at Jim Kirk being with a man. I’ve never heard any rumors about that,” she says, trying not to look through the glass. Kirk has no idea that anyone is on the other side of the mirror, and it feels like an invasion of privacy to be watching him having sex.
“Neither have I.” Gaila nudges Nyota’s ribs. “Why are you looking at the ceiling?”
“They don’t know anyone’s here,” she says, hissing slightly. “How would you feel if people were watching you have sex without your knowledge?” When she sees Gaila’s wicked smile, she rolls her eyes. “Nevermind.”
“That’s why it’s so beautiful, Nyota. They are unaware of their audience, so they have removed all of their masks,” she says simply. “We are seeing them as no one else has. It’s fascinating.”
“Stop imitating my boyfriend,” she grumbles when Gaila deepens her voice in a poor imitation of Spock when she says ‘fascinating’.
Gaila reaches over and presses the button to listen to the other room. The room they are in is suddenly filled with the sound of Kirk enthusiastically enjoying whatever is being done to him. Nyota can feel her cheeks flush and possibly not just from embarrassment as she listens to her captain whimper and moan. “Listen to him. He sounds so desperately needy.” Gaila sighs and stares through the window.
“Turn that off,” Nyota whispers, shifting from foot to foot as she listens to Kirk gasp. She can’t look. It’s wrong. This is wrong. She should leave. And stop Gaila from this perverse voyeurism. Instead, she looks, really looks, and watches Kirk’s face twist in pleasure.
More. I need more, Bones. Not just your tongue. I need your cock in me.
Bones? Oh God. Kirk is being fucked by McCoy. There’s no way she can look away now. Not when it’s McCoy. Gaila is touching the glass again, and Nyota licks her lips as she watches McCoy stand up and move into view. His lips are swollen and he looks sexy. That silly infatuation she had for like a month during first year prevents her from taking the moral high ground. Especially when he moves and shoves his pants down around his thighs.
You’re gorgeous like this. Spread open and beggin’ me. I wanna see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Then, maybe I’ll fuck you. If you’re a good boy.
“Damn,” she says, shifting again as she listens to McCoy. She doesn’t find filthy talk arousing at all, but she can’t deny that there’s just something about hearing that low drawl say those words that makes her warm.
“I am excited,” Gaila says. “Look how hard he is, Nyota. Do you think that Kirk can actually take all of that into his mouth?”
“He’s so thick.” Nyota squirms again, reaching out to touch the glass. It’s cool to the touch, and she resists the urge of pressing against it for some relief.
I love your cock, Bones. Love the way you taste. How you feel in my mouth.
Stop talkin’ and start suckin’, darlin’. I wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours.
“Oh,” Gaila breathes out, almost whimpering as Kirk licks and kisses then begins to suck.
Nyota glances at her then stares back through the window when she realizes that Gaila has her hand up her skirt. McCoy has his fingers on the back of Kirk’s head, holding him as he thrusts into his mouth. They’re at an angle that lets Nyota see it perfectly. The glistening saliva on McCoy’s penis, the way Kirk’s lips glide across the swollen flesh, the way McCoy looks down at him as if he’s never seen anything so beautiful.
“Your nipples are erect,” Gaila says. “Are you aroused? It is not shameful to find them arousing.”
“Can we please not discuss my nipples?” She worries her bottom lip as she watches McCoy push on Kirk’s shoulder. When Kirk pulls back, he licks his lips before he stands up and kisses McCoy. She expects a rough kiss, and that’s what she sees. Only, it’s not. Passionate, yes, but more than that. There is emotion between them that isn’t just about sex, she realizes. “He had sex with you a few weeks ago.”
“He gave me oral pleasure, but we did not have an opportunity for penetration.” Gaila discusses sex like she’s deciding what to eat for breakfast. “This is new, though. I can see the difference in his eyes.”
Nyota isn’t sure how Kirk’s eyes can indicate how long he’s been having sex with McCoy, but she can’t really analyze it when she’s watching McCoy stroking Kirk as they continue to kiss. She gasps when Kirk turns to the mirror and bends over, staring in a way that makes her suspect he’s watching McCoy. The look on his face is extremely private, no mask at all just like Gaila said, and she has to look away. “We shouldn’t be watching this.”
Gaila turns off the audio in the middle of gasps and a low whimper. Nyota watches her lick her fingers before she tilts her head. “I am unsatisfied,” she says. “We should go get a drink so that I can find someone who will satisfy me or I will have to remain here and satisfy myself.”
Nyota narrows her eyes as she looks at Gaila. “You play dirty,” she says.
“I am not playing, Nyota.” Gaila looks curious as she glances at the men on the opposite side of the window again. “They are beautiful, but you are right. It is too personal for an audience.” She reaches over and pushes a button, which lowers a screen across the observation window, giving the men privacy. She looks at Nyota and smiles. “So?”
“Fine. We’ll go get a drink. I’ll finish this tomorrow.” After she has a chance to go see Spock and get a little satisfaction herself.
End