Downtime 1/?
Title: Downtime
Author: ShizukaAme
Fandom: Star Trek 2009 movie
Rating: R/NC-17 (eventually)
Summary: Exhaustion levels are high aboard the busy starship. Finally, the crew is granted shore leave. Unbeknownst to Spock and McCoy, their partners have arranged for the four of them to spend it together.
Pairings: SpockKirk, ScottyMcCoy
A few months had passed since the Enterprise crew's last shore leave. Since then they had done a number of dangerous missions, each one leaving them worse off. Supplies were plentiful, but morale was low. Everybody was exhausted; hardly a day passed by without needing extensive crew support.
That was especially true for the four men whose rank required even more time and effort than the officers or enlisted crew. After all, they were responsible for keeping the starship running, each heading a different department.
Down in Engineering, it seemed as though everything that could go wrong did. Random engines would break down, all for want of a very simple repair that took the fatigued crew longer to find than normal. In addition to seeing to and overseeing repairs, Montgomery Scott was busily signing PADDs left and right. He also spent a great deal of his 'off' time doing reports. Seeing him eat a whole meal and sleeping for more than four hours at a time became extremely rare.
Down in Sickbay, there never seemed to be an empty biobed for more than a few minutes at a time, and that seemed to be only because they had to sanitize them before bringing in another crew member. Leonard McCoy quickly found it very difficult to not demand that each patient tell them why they were so stupid as to let themselves get hurt or sick. He kept reminding himself that that was the treatment that he liked to reserve for the captain. That stubborn idiot was the only one who deserved it, seeing as how he was always willingly throwing himself into overly dangerous situations. The doctor still couldn't figure out why in the hell their captain insisted upon going near things that he was allergic to, either, especially since he knew that it would just earn him a trip down to Sickbay and a stinging hypospray in the neck.
Up on the Bridge, the Science Station hardly ever seemed to go without somebody monitoring it, namely Science Officer Spock. After all, he was the only one that the captain trusted completely to do the job swiftly and still remain accurate in his reports. Spock hardly showed signs of fatigue, but those who really knew him definitely knew better than to trust his lack of emotion and body language. A quirk of the brow here and an almost non-existant frown there spoke volumes about the Vulcan's current state; unfortunately, he wasn't fairing much better than his human colleagues.
While his top three men often remained in one location, Captain James T. Kirk was often needed all over the starship at once. It took a very sound mind to be able to prioritize which departments needed his immediate attention and which ones could be put on the back burner for the time being. Of course, it would never please everybody completely. Each department wanted him there the second they needed him so they could get their work done and rest. Not that they would say those exact words to their commanding officer. Rather, their eyes and tones would say it for them.
And the good-natured captain would let it slide, especially considering everything that they had all been through recently. The entire starship and her crew were depending on his ability to keep a cool head, even when he hadn't slept in the previous forty-eight hours.
When they finally got their approval for a two week shore leave, Kirk could've sworn half of the crew started to cry tears of relief.
They soon found a nice planet similar to Earth. After a quick survey to ensure it was safe enough for his crew, Kirk gave the order to start beaming down landing parties.
Before beaming down himself, Kirk went to retrieve the one necessity that would ensure a wonderfully relaxing next two weeks.
He didn't bother knocking before entering Spock's quarters. His blue eyes settled upon his bondmate, whose back was turned to Kirk as he packed a few simple necessities into a small bag.
"You want any help?"
"Surely you did not come down here to see how my packing faired, Captain."
"Jim." Kirk corrected absently, moving to stand beside the Vulcan. His hand came to rest on the small of his bondmate's back, his chin resting upon his shoulder, "Listen, I know we haven't had a lot of alone time since we visited your parents.."
"It is understandable, considering the workload that suddenly fell upon the crew." Spock's eyes remained trained upon the task at hand, something he considered to be extremely important.
To Kirk it just seemed like the Vulcan was wasting time obsessing over organization for no reason. Spock had to know that the young captain would only mess it up when he went in there looking for something he'd most likely forget.
"So.. like I was saying, I know it's been a while and I'm sure you'd like nothing better than to spend the next two weeks pounding my pretty little ass into a mattress.." Kirk's grin was evident in his voice as he leaned closer, pressing his body flush against the First Officer's. He pressed a soft kiss to Spock's earlobe before giving it a little nibble.
Try as he might, the Vulcan couldn't fight down the small moan forming in the back of his throat. It had been so long and Jim knew all of the right spots..
"I kinda invited Scotty and Bones to join us."
Despite the fact that the sandy haired man's minstrations hadn't ceased, Spock's blissful pleasure certainly had. He froze rather visibly before straightening up and turning to stare at his bondmate with an almost-glare.
"Would you please repeat that, Jim?" His tone, however calm, held the slightest hint of annoyance to the trained ear.
Now, Jim Kirk could face an entire Romulan army without a second thought. He could go up against a group of drunken buff men, the only thought in his mind being how he would celebrate his victory.
He could not, however, keep from withering beneath the cool glance of his bondmate.
"I, ah.. kinda invited Scotty and Bones to join us..?" He took a step back in the name of self-preservation.
It didn't help his anxiety when Spock simply took a step forward.
"Jim.." Spock's tone was disapproving now.
Dammit, when had James T. Kirk become so whipped?
"I'm sorry, but I miss them too! And besides, I thought it would be fun for the four of us to stay in a two bedroom condo together!"
Spock carefully calculated his bondmate's outburst, taking in his every expression and tone. He soon gave a small sigh, nodding once.
"I do not mind that you invited them along, Jim. Perhaps it would not be to much trouble to ask that you discuss it with me first, next time?"
"God no." Smiling sheepishly, the young man wrapped his arms around the Vulcan, nuzzling his face in the crook of Spock's neck.