[Hirat-kur Theater - opening night: open]

[rn_chapel]

The novelty of an all-Vulcan production of one of Shakespeare's extravagantly emotional plays was a big draw, and there was quite a crowd on Romeo and Juliet's opening night. People chatted and mingled in the plaza outside the Hirat-kur Theater, the lustrous fabrics of formal-wear bright against the crimson walls that gave the building its name.

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[cso_spock]

They weren’t ‘arguing’ in the literal sense of the term, if you asked either of them. Sarek had taken the box with some other council members, decades older than either of the brothers, leaving them alone in a box with four other seats and the two of them.

“Your requirement of personal space is abnormally large.” Sybok leaned in from his seat right beside Spock, despite there could have been a space of two between them. Lunatic. “You know what most humanoid psychology says about that-you’re bound to kill someone.”

“If it were you, I doubt it would be seen as any great loss.” Spock murmured back in a low, dark tone, and raised his index and middle fingers to jab Sybok in the shoulder and make him lean away.

“You should keep your fingers to yourself, Spock.” Sybok almost chuckled, leaned against the other armrest as per Spock’s demand, and sighed. “…are you aware how much can happen in a theatre box?” He asked, looking over. Spock refused to look back at him, focused on the fight below - not rapiers, as he remembered, but more Vulcan blades.

“Nefarious acts tend to be committed in conjunction with low-lighting and distraction, yes.”

“Correct, of course, but there’s more here,” Sybok swept a hand out towards the crowd below. “There’s a great deal of humans here who won’t understand what’s going on in front of them. They’ll be searching for some external stimulus at intermission.”

“Your point, sa-kai?”

Sybok scanned the boxes across the hall (always pick from the top if you can), and spotted something blond-haired and nicely dressed looking directly towards their box. “You enjoy humans, don’t you, Spock?”

Spock leaned his face into his hand, wondering by what mysterious mechanism they were related.

[kirktastic]

Jim saw the Vulcan that was sitting beside Spock staring right at him. There might have been a lingering large curl of a desire for a bit of revenge still nestled in close to Jim's heart, specially visible as he reached out plain view of that box's angle and slid his fingers across Bones' thigh so that he could squeeze.

He leaned back the most he could in his tall backed chair, his thumb rubbing against Bones' inner thigh in a somewhat playful manner.

[dctr_mccoy]

The play was interesting enough, if you could follow along, but it took Bones almost half way through the first act to figure out who wanted to be with who. No one really looked like they were in love.

Then... "Jim, what are you doing?" he whispered quietly, eyes looking over at Jim, then down at the hand.

Subconsciously, he opened his hip and turned out his leg toward Jim, offering him more room.

[cso_spock]

Sybok knew that humans were playful creatures, a little disordered in how they exhibited that trait but overall somewhat predictable. This, on the other hand, was not predictable. It seemed the blond human was indulging in a little of exhibitionism with his partner, all knowing that he was watching. Knowing, too, that he wasn’t going to be bashful and look away. How intriguing.

Meanwhile, Spock wrestled with the spontaneous feelings of arousal that trickled in through the bonds. It wasn’t any great surprise, knowing Jim and Leonard, but of all the times it could be, it had to be now, when he was in public, among an uncomfortable environment, sitting right next to Sybok of all people.

“It’s an honest question, Spock,” Sybok said, continuing to watch with some casual interest. “Do you enjoy them? I’ve heard it’s a little…different, pleasant, how cool they are.”

Spock swallowed.

“…yes,” He answered after a few heartbeats, looking around the box for where they had installed the drink dispenser. “It can be.”

“You should tell me some of your encounters.” Sybok crossed his arms over his chest, and braced his foot against the base of the balcony. “Considering your extensive -”

“Will you cease your fidgeting?”

“It’s important to keep your blood circulating. You should move, too.”

“No thank you.”

“Don’t be surprised when you fall asleep in the third act. You always have.”

[kirktastic]

"Making this more interesting," Jim whispered back, leaning in as if making some small remark to his partner but in reality briefly sucking on Bones' ear lobe.

His fingers stroked up and down Bones' inner thigh through the robe for now, but after only a minute or so nudged apart the parting in the robe so that he could go for skin. His eyes flickered back to the Vulcan who was with Spock, and to his absolute surprirse... the Vulcan was still watching. No Vulcan he knew would still be watching, not so directly.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones wasn't aware of their audience. His only focus right now were the long fingers slowly creeping further inside his thigh. "How the hell can you keep a straight face?" he murmured, taking a deep breath but not stopping him.

Jim knew Bones wasn't big on public displays of affection, much less public sex, but this was... - catching his breath- interesting.  And the play was fucking boring, he thought, setting back into his seat. 

[kirktastic]

"Practice," Jim murmured, glad they were alone in the box so their quiet voices wouldn't bother anyone who might actually be enjoying the play. "It's dark, remember?" He smirked as he brought his fingers up to Bones' zip and undid it, palming him though his underwear but mostly hidden by the robes.

He wondered if the stranger watching them was enjoying the show, because he definitely had plans to find out about the Vulcan.

[dctr_mccoy]

It wasn't easy to sit still through this, and Bones probably thought he was doing a better job at keeping his emotions under control than he actually was. In fact, the hand on him was making his face flush and he pressed his lips together to keep from making any noise.

Another angry-ish glance at Jim, and Bones pressed his legs together, catching Jim's hand and increasing the friction.

Fuck, that felt good. 

[kirktastic]

Angry glance, but Bones was far from trying to stop him. Jim looked like the cat that got the canary as he rocked his hand back and forth slowly. He could feel Bones growing hard under his palm, and he wasn't doing much better. He adjusted his body to ease some pressure off.

He leaned over, murmuring against Bones' ear, "Too bad... I love hearing you groan and growl and moan..." His fingers curled, squeezing.

[cso_spock]

They fell into silence for another few lines, Sybok smug and Spock brimming with shallow anger. Unfortunately, the arousal coming in waves from both Jim and Leonard trumped even that. Vindictive, that’s what it felt like.

But it still felt good, in the most primal way. He shifted in his seat, trying to alleviate some of the pressure. His fingers dug into the armrest.

Sybok glanced over, attention drawn by the small break in his brother’s usually immaculate posture. “Your proximity telepathy is better than I thought.”

Spock took a deep, slow breath, closing his eyes. “…under what criteria?”

“Spock, open your eyes.”

He cracked open one eye, glancing over to him. Sybok tilted his head towards the outside of the box, and Spock looked out towards the hall, scanning over the crowd, then the boxes (would his mates please stop enjoying whatever activity…) and then he saw them as he felt them, touching and enjoying each other.

Their state was not objectionable. Spock had felt their mutual admiration at similarly inconvenient times. But he assumed it had been in private. Not at a public function, not where others could see them, not where his father and his brother and his peers could see his illustrious and heroic captain rubbing his hand (in inappropriate places) over his doctor.

Ponfo mirann. And the longer he looked the more they were doing it. Surely Jim didn’t want to earn that reputation among his people, of being incapable of keeping his hands to himself or of focusing his attention where it was most appropriate? The very potential for humiliation on his name, on Jim’s name, on Leonard’s name settled low and ice-cold in his stomach.

Then he turned his attention to Sybok. “Cease watching them.”

Sybok raised an eyebrow at him. “Why? They are harmless-”

“Kroika.”

“As you wish,” Sybok chuckled, holding his hands up in mock defeat. Not the least bit placated, and now twice as annoyed, Spock folded his arms over his chest and slumped in his seat.

He knew, no matter what either of them said, it wouldn’t stop Sybok. He didn’t have to look over to know he was looking back at them.

Intermission couldn’t come soon enough.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was not humping into Jim's hand. No. His hips were tilting back and forth, just a few inches in either direction, a shift that might have looked to a casual observer like he was moving around in his seat.

He still couldn't look at Jim. He knew if he got a look at those eyes, the fucking heat and need that would be in them that they'd be on the floor of this box in two seconds flat.

"...Jim."

[kirktastic]

"They'll never see me in the dark," Jim whispered, and suddenly he slid down out of his seat. He knelt there, concealed by the darkness and the tall, wide edge of the box itself, and tugged on the edges of Bones' pants.

Hell, provided Bones could keep the robe closed, no one would even see anything untasteful.

[dctr_mccoy]

Only the look on Bones' face, which while wasn't distasteful, it couldn't be considered wholesome either. Jim was settled neatly between his legs and he spread them as wide as he could, given the constraints of the fabric pulled down his hips.

He exhaled loudly, and rested a hand on Jim's head. There was excitement and worry and desire and my god Jim what are you doing and love, so much love, coursing though his thoughts, and probably on his face. He tried to look like he was focusing on the play, but there was nothing going on the stage that came near being as exciting as what was happening in front of him.

[cso_spock]

Spock didn’t need to look to know what they were doing, either, because it crashed over him without mercy. After releasing a breath that only Sybok would be able to hear, he hunched forward in his seat, forearms on his thighs and eyes staring unfocused at the carpeted floor.

“Does it hurt you?” Sybok murmured, leaning close with some concern laced in his voice. His hand reached out to touch Spock’s wrist. Fingers moved along his forearm, pushing back the sleeve, and Spock was caught for a moment in the startling familiarity of his brother’s mind against his.

It shouldn’t be there. His father had told him as such many years ago and not more than a few hours before. Your brother possesses a powerful mind and dishonourable intentions.

“No,” Spock said, pulling his arm back. “It will not work anymore-and not for this.”

Sybok let him, and leaned back in his chair again. “Rejecting my assistance…or following Father’s orders?”

Spock could barely glance over at him, his mind skewed so much towards other, hotter things, but he did nod. “Yes.”

“Did you want to recline, instead?” Sybok motioned to the row of chairs; with the arm rests pushed up, it could make a long and comfortable sofa. But to be seen sleeping, or even afflicted, at the theatre? Spock shook his head.

“No, thank you.” A whisper, as much as his concentration could manage, and Spock sat up again. Eyes closed, the warmth and presence of Sybok’s body in the seat next to him brought an unprecedented comfort, something outside the confines of his mind and his bonds to focus on.

[kirktastic]

They had plenty of time - they weren't even halfway through the play yet - but considering the circumstances Jim didn't waste much time. He tugged down cloth until he got to flesh beneath, tilting his head to lap up the side of Bones' cock. It was almost stiflingly hot like this, combined with Sha'Kwai's temperature and their location, but the perversion of it Jim loved.

He pulled Bones into his throat, closing his eyes and swallowing. He wanted it to be quick, something fast and dirty without worrying about a damn thing. It was enough that he even forgot about the show he was giving two Vulcans across the way.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones gripped the sides of the chair when Jim's mouth took him in. The slow breath he exhaled was audible, had to be heard at least by a sharp-eared Vulcan in a neighboring box yet Bones couldn't find it in him to stop Jim. If anything, he wanted this, wanted Jim to be on his knees like this, claiming him in some public fashion, in front of a room of their peers. Fuck, it was hot and dirty and his head was a buzz with Jim.

It wouldn't take long, not at the rate Jim was going down on him. Fucking hell, all Bones could think about right now was having to be quiet, and shit if that wasn't going to be impossible for him.