[A Birthday Gift]

[kirktastic]

The idea was simple. Very simple.

It involved no clothing.

It involved two well placed ribbons.

It involved two men.

It involved a large bed.

It involved a single comm.

Hey, Spock, bored as fuck. Wanna play some chess? My quarters. Even got the replicator to make some Vulcan veggie-meals.

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[cso_spock]

It hadn't even occurred to Spock that Jim had devious plans at work. It was perfectly reasonable that Jim could be bored. A game of chess could be relaxing for both the body and mind compared to the activities of the last two days, if perhaps Jim would stop moving his rook erratically from one platform to the n...

He had rang the buzzer to the captain's quarters, and the door had opened. Like Spock had expected it to. The rest simply caused a hot flush to spread straight from ear to ear, and his hands fold behind his back. The alternative was simply lunging forward, instead of calmly stepping in so that the doors would close behind him.

"Jim." And then, after another swallow, "...Leonard."

[kirktastic]

Bones.. Kirk had arranged himself. He was kneeling on the bed, his hands bound behind his back neatly with blue ribbon, the ends trailing out.

Kirk hadn't had help with his own bindings, but he could have gotten out of anything anyway. His hands were more very well wrapped than tied. He had gotten the ribbon around the frame on the bed before he wrapped his wrists in it. He was laying out on the bed, his hands above his head together.

"...Happy Birthday, Spock." He grinned slowly.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones has some ideas about Spock's sexual tastes, and knew that they included other sorts of activities, particularly one where he was on the receiving end of the orders. Still, when he'd found Jim that evening, heard about Jim's plan and agreed to it, he felt pretty fucking sure that the Vulcan wouldn't turn around and run.

Eyes very dark, cock hard and stiff in front of him, Bones looked up, head tilting slightly at the man standing in the doorway. Catching Spock's eyes, he gave him a knowing little smile, sort of acknowledging a turning of the tables here.

[cso_spock]

The small (small) infatuation he had been nursing concerning Leonard exploded like cesium in water. Oh, his imagination may have suggested hazy scenarios where he would get to touch the doctor as he liked, but this...

He looked between Jim and Leonard as he stepped forward, right up to the edge of the bed, and still he moved forward, a single knee on the mattress. His hand rose, reached out and touched Leonard, gracing his fingers over his cheek and along his jaw.

"Your efforts are appreciated." Now the side of his thumb, brushing against Leonard's lower lip. "Yet, are you certain...?"