Enterprising Young Men Part 2
With Uhura gone, Spock’s eyes turned to Jim and Leonard, who were both stripped down to their underwear, the area on the floor behind them covered in sheets. “Jim, what is going on? Why am I here?”
“Spock,” Leonard said gently, “Uhura explained everything to us. Neither of us is about to let you die. We’re here to help you through this pon farr thing.”
Spock’s head fell into his hands. “That is illogical. I know how strongly each of you values your freedom. I will not take that from you, no matter the cost. To do so would be unforgivable.”
“It’s not like that, Spock.” Jim knelt down and gently grabbed the Vulcan’s face. Spock stiffened, noticeably trying to not react, but he didn’t remove Jim’s hands. The human tried to project his love through his hands as he spoke. “I’m not doing this out of obligation or duty. I’m pretty sure I love you, and I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you for ages. Maybe this is my lucky break.”
Spock’s eyes were wide with shock, and he lifted a hand to press the human’s hand more firmly against his skin. Slowly, his eyes moved to the doctor. “And what of you, Leonard?”
Leonard shrugged. “I don’t know if I love you, but I like you too much to let you leave us. Where Jim goes, I follow, even if it’s full of Vulcan voodoo. I might complain, but I won’t regret this.”
“C’mon, Spock. Let us help you.” With that statement, Jim leaned down to press his lips to Spock’s slightly open mouth.
One moment Spock was still sitting, the next he was standing, plundering Jim’s mouth and pulling the human flush to his heated body. One hand began to blindly grope for Leonard, who allowed himself to be pulled into the tangle of limbs.
Spock released Jim, who was beginning to pant, to turn his attention to his other mate, who was clearly unprepared for the sudden attention. Once released, Leonard was panting as well.
“You are both aware that if we continue, you will both be mine?” Spock asked, his voice dark and gravelly. Jim moaned at the voice and the heat seeping into his skin, and nodded frantically. Leonard swallowed loudly, but nodded as well. “Very well. I apologize that I cannot go slowly with you both, but I cannot control myself properly at this time." Which was very true, considering through the last remark, Spock’s hands had drifted to Jim’s and Leonard’s asses and were squeezing and fondling possessively.
“Cool with me,” Jim breathed, eyes showing his pleasure. “Just don’t stop!” Spock’s response was to pull Jim into another overwhelming kiss, moans issuing from both men. Leonard started to back away, identifying himself as a third wheel after Uhura’s earlier statements. Spock, however, growled and released Jim to press the doctor to the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going, Leonard? You are mine; you acknowledged that. You are not allowed to back out now.” Now Leonard was feeling that intense heat trying to reach his bones while the feral amber eyes held him captive.
“Do I need to prove to you that you are mine? I can gladly do that. Jim, come down here please.” The captain willingly lowered himself, stretching out next to his best friend. Hot fingers pressed to both their faces, giving Jim an excited look.
“Parted from me, yet not parted. Never and always touching and touched.” Spock said lowly, looking into both pairs of eyes. Then his own eyes closed as he said something in Vulcan, before he delved into both minds at once, as he had on Ky’ratha.
The humans gasped simultaneously as their minds were filled with each other and Spock at the same instance. Emotions ricocheted like pin balls, moving too fast to identify but felt by all parties. From Spock emerged the thought ‘Lovers, mates, mine.’ Jim was more focused on ‘Never left behind, always with me.’ Leonard had the fleeting thought of ‘Refuge, confidante, support,’ before he was back in his body and being devoured by Spock and Jim mouthing his neck to keep from moaning.
But what was most surprising was hearing the lust flow from each other. Each had a different tone, as different as a flute from a French horn, but they all blended into a symphony of pleasure between the three males.
Leonard had to breathe eventually, so he wrenched his head back and panted. Spock switched his attention to Jim, mapping plains of muscles with a slightly rough tongue. Once he could breathe again, Leonard kissed his best friend, who was soaking up the attention gladly and responded beautifully to all that was being done to him.
Spock had reached Jim’s shorts, which he tore off Jim’s body with a growl. “When it is us alone, neither of you will hide anything from me.” Leonard took the hint and quickly removed his own shorts. Jim, of course, had to be cocky.
“Shouldn’t the same apply to you?” He teased, sliding a hand under the Starfleet tunic. Spock looked torn-felt torn-between teasing Jim physically and honoring the request. Leonard helped by pulling off the top. If Spock had felt hot before, it was hotter now with no barriers between their bodies. Leonard’s hand had slowly drifted lower, unsure about removing the Vulcan’s pants. Spock’s response was to project ‘Yes!’ at Leonard while he teased Jim’s thighs with nails and teeth.
Jim deftly removed the Vulcan’s pants without hassle and caressed the alien genitals. Multiple tendrils, each about the width of a finger, curled around Leonard’s palm, squeezing rhythmically. Spock groaned into Jim’s sensitive skin, who echoed the sound in response to the sensation.
Jim managed to lift his head enough to see what had Leonard so captivated. “Jesus, Spock. What can you do with that thing?” Spock lifted his head enough to look at Jim, confused. “You’ve got no idea. Okay, I’ll experiment. Bones, help me here.”
Together, they managed to maneuver Spock onto his back, head resting on Leonard’s lap with Jim nestled between lean thighs. The tendrils swayed like wheat in the wind, almost as if they were searching for contact. Jim reached up, petting them idly with a fingertip.
“Let’s see how sensitive these guys are, huh?” With that comment, Jim gathered them together and licked all the tips at once.
Spock tensed in Leonard’s lap, a look of profound wonder on his face. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath him, still trying to control himself despite the state his body was in. Leonard noticed this and gave Spock a smile full of southern charm.
“Need something to do with your hands, darlin’? I think I can handle that.” He trailed one hand down desert heated skin to the palm and brought it in front of his face. “Lucky thing that I’m your doctor, ain’t it? I know how sensitive these buggers can be.” Delicately, he took a Vulcan finger into the heat of his mouth.
Spock was practically vibrating, as if he wanted to thrash and twist in pleasure, but not wanting to hurt his mates. The link between their minds broadcasted the near overwhelming sensations he was feeling to the humans. Jim’s happiness at helping Spock came through, as well as Leonard’s satisfaction at finally getting a reaction from Spock for once.
“Jim…Leonard…” The Vulcan panted through his pleasure. “What are you doing to me?” Jim gave a lust-filled look as he lifted his head to answer.
“Well, I’m giving the weirdest blowjob of my life, and greatly enjoying it. As for Bones, I got no clue, except for the fact that it makes you hot.”
“Jim, don’t you remember anything from Xenobio? Vulcans have twice the nerves in their hands that we do. It’s basically as sensitive as your cock, except I get to deal with more surface area,” Leonard ground out, his lips rasping against Spock’s hand.
“I cannot…endure this…” Spock gasped out, his body arching. “I apologize, this is greatly pleasurable…but pon farr has its needs.”
“You need to fuck one of us?” Jim filled in what was unsaid, helped by the desires flashing through the Vulcan’s thoughts. “No problem with me. Bones, get the lube.”The doctor released Spock and stood with a wry shake of his head, and Spock heaved himself up to press Jim with fevered kisses, thought process reduced to the need to touch.
Leonard returned, handed Jim the lube he had retrieved, and helped wrestle the distraught sounding alien off the captain. Jim gave a small laughed at the sight of Spock’s yearning hands reaching for him.
“Don’t worry, Spock, you’ll have your hands back on me soon enough. I just need to get myself ready for you,” the blonde explained lowly and gently, as if talking to a spooked horse. “And Bones can take care of what I can’t. Doesn’t that sound good? You’re always saying how you’re stronger than a human, so I’m pretty sure we can handle you.” The whole time he was speaking, Jim had been stretching himself, excited by what was to happen. “Do you think you can handle us, Spock? I want to find out now.” Jim leaned back and spread his legs.
“Yes,” Spock growled out, fire practically burning in his eyes as Leonard released him. He flowed onto Jim, the tendrils of his cock twisting together to form a single column. Savage kisses stole the captain’s breath as the writhing mass of alien anatomy pierced his body.
All three men felt the pleasure arch through them like a current, and each let out a fierce moan. Spock immediately began to thrust, his column slowly unwinding inside of Jim and spreading the flesh further apart.
“Holy fuck, Spock!” managed to escape from Jim’s mouth as he panted for air. “Shit--that’s so good.” Spock gave a short nod as he continued to move, experiencing pleasure, but not enough to push him to his peak. Leonard felt the need as well, and smiled as he embraced the Vulcan from behind.
“You need something there, darlin’?” He drawled as he traced a green tinged nipple. “I can feel it. You need something to fill you up, to make you complete. I’m pretty sure I can do that for you. You gonna let me?” A finger was dryly tracing Spock’s entrance, who moaned and thrusted his hips back in answer, then forward to return to Jim’s warmth. Clearly he was torn between two sources of pleasure, both of which he needed. “Then I’ll take care of you, Spock.”
With hands practiced, but never for this particular reason, Leonard gently pressed into Spock. The Vulcan’s rhythm shuddered as he pushed into the firm pressure, gripping Jim tight enough to bruise.
“Easy there, Spock,” Leonard groaned. “I’m going to have to fix those later.” The clenched hands loosened a little, but still as strong as iron. “Other than that, you’re doing pretty good. Do you think you’re ready for me? Ready for me to push into you and make you push into Jim? You can tell he’s dying for it, he wants us so bad.”
Spock and Jim both groaned at the sensual words. “Damnit Bones, since when do you talk dirty?”
“The ex-wife liked me for a reason,” the doctor explained as he pulled back enough to prepare his cock.
“Leonard…please…do not make me wait longer,” Spock gasped out, stretching forlornly. Large hands quickly grasped thin hips.
“Don’t worry, darlin’, I gotcha.” With that, the doctor pushed into the scientist. Jim watched as Spock’s large pupils dilated even further, and his lungs panted even harder. “Does that feel good, Spock? C’mon, tell me how it feels to have Bones splitting you open and me squeezing you.” Jim clenched hard around Spock’s flesh, and had the satisfaction of forcing all the air out of the Vulcan’s lungs.
“It’s…wonderful. Paradise. Heaven. Please, give me more!” Based on the way his skin was flushing, it looked like Spock wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
“I’m pretty sure I can do that,” Leonard drawled as he started to thrust. Spock’s response was inarticulate sounds of pleasure as he was forced to move inside Jim once more.
Pretty quickly, they formed a good example of transferred motion. Leonard’s movements started an impressive chain reaction through his partners. The sensations vibrated through the bond like a plucked bass string that only got louder with each pull.
Unfortunately, even the greatest of feelings can only last for so long. The first one to come was Spock, who gasped as he clenched around Leonard. His column contracted and speared further into Jim than anything had previously, which quickly spilled him over as well. Leonard came with a groan from the pressure Spock was putting on his dick.
In a tangled heap on the floor, they panted and tried to regain their composure. For a while they just felt each others’ heart beats and basked in the afterglow.
Jim, of course, was the first one to speak. “Damn. Why haven’t we done this before?”
Spock wearily turned to hard to look his brazen mate in the eye. “We did not do this earlier because I was not in pon farr at the time, and neither you nor Leonard had expressed any interest for me in a sexual manner.”
“Not everything has to be seen in order to exist, Spock,” Leonard chided, kissing a pointed ear.
“Yeah, I already told you I’ve been after you for a while. So, is that it?”
Spock, knowing Jim and with the help of the link, easily interpreted the question. “This wave is complete. There is still more to come. I believe you would call this a ‘recharge’ before the next wave begins.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jim yawned, snuggling into the Vulcan’s warmer body heat. Leonard stood to retrieve towels and wiped away most of the body fluids decorating the trio.
“Get some rest, boys. We’re going to need it,” he instructed as he laid down on the other side of Spock and draped an arm across to hold Jim.
“Thank you,” Spock said as his eyes closed. “For all that you have and will do for my sake.”
“Talk later, sleep now,” Jim ordered, tugging a bicep. Spock obeyed, sinking into the love and comfort radiating from his new-found mates.
Leonard chuckled wryly before closing his own eyes and relaxing. Things should work themselves out now, he thought to himself, as he sank into unconsciousness himself. Maybe now they won’t fight on the bridge.
Then again, this is Jim and Spock he was talking about. Things would never be simple between them. I can live with that.
“Spock,” Leonard said gently, “Uhura explained everything to us. Neither of us is about to let you die. We’re here to help you through this pon farr thing.”
Spock’s head fell into his hands. “That is illogical. I know how strongly each of you values your freedom. I will not take that from you, no matter the cost. To do so would be unforgivable.”
“It’s not like that, Spock.” Jim knelt down and gently grabbed the Vulcan’s face. Spock stiffened, noticeably trying to not react, but he didn’t remove Jim’s hands. The human tried to project his love through his hands as he spoke. “I’m not doing this out of obligation or duty. I’m pretty sure I love you, and I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you for ages. Maybe this is my lucky break.”
Spock’s eyes were wide with shock, and he lifted a hand to press the human’s hand more firmly against his skin. Slowly, his eyes moved to the doctor. “And what of you, Leonard?”
Leonard shrugged. “I don’t know if I love you, but I like you too much to let you leave us. Where Jim goes, I follow, even if it’s full of Vulcan voodoo. I might complain, but I won’t regret this.”
“C’mon, Spock. Let us help you.” With that statement, Jim leaned down to press his lips to Spock’s slightly open mouth.
One moment Spock was still sitting, the next he was standing, plundering Jim’s mouth and pulling the human flush to his heated body. One hand began to blindly grope for Leonard, who allowed himself to be pulled into the tangle of limbs.
Spock released Jim, who was beginning to pant, to turn his attention to his other mate, who was clearly unprepared for the sudden attention. Once released, Leonard was panting as well.
“You are both aware that if we continue, you will both be mine?” Spock asked, his voice dark and gravelly. Jim moaned at the voice and the heat seeping into his skin, and nodded frantically. Leonard swallowed loudly, but nodded as well. “Very well. I apologize that I cannot go slowly with you both, but I cannot control myself properly at this time." Which was very true, considering through the last remark, Spock’s hands had drifted to Jim’s and Leonard’s asses and were squeezing and fondling possessively.
“Cool with me,” Jim breathed, eyes showing his pleasure. “Just don’t stop!” Spock’s response was to pull Jim into another overwhelming kiss, moans issuing from both men. Leonard started to back away, identifying himself as a third wheel after Uhura’s earlier statements. Spock, however, growled and released Jim to press the doctor to the floor.
“Where do you think you’re going, Leonard? You are mine; you acknowledged that. You are not allowed to back out now.” Now Leonard was feeling that intense heat trying to reach his bones while the feral amber eyes held him captive.
“Do I need to prove to you that you are mine? I can gladly do that. Jim, come down here please.” The captain willingly lowered himself, stretching out next to his best friend. Hot fingers pressed to both their faces, giving Jim an excited look.
“Parted from me, yet not parted. Never and always touching and touched.” Spock said lowly, looking into both pairs of eyes. Then his own eyes closed as he said something in Vulcan, before he delved into both minds at once, as he had on Ky’ratha.
The humans gasped simultaneously as their minds were filled with each other and Spock at the same instance. Emotions ricocheted like pin balls, moving too fast to identify but felt by all parties. From Spock emerged the thought ‘Lovers, mates, mine.’ Jim was more focused on ‘Never left behind, always with me.’ Leonard had the fleeting thought of ‘Refuge, confidante, support,’ before he was back in his body and being devoured by Spock and Jim mouthing his neck to keep from moaning.
But what was most surprising was hearing the lust flow from each other. Each had a different tone, as different as a flute from a French horn, but they all blended into a symphony of pleasure between the three males.
Leonard had to breathe eventually, so he wrenched his head back and panted. Spock switched his attention to Jim, mapping plains of muscles with a slightly rough tongue. Once he could breathe again, Leonard kissed his best friend, who was soaking up the attention gladly and responded beautifully to all that was being done to him.
Spock had reached Jim’s shorts, which he tore off Jim’s body with a growl. “When it is us alone, neither of you will hide anything from me.” Leonard took the hint and quickly removed his own shorts. Jim, of course, had to be cocky.
“Shouldn’t the same apply to you?” He teased, sliding a hand under the Starfleet tunic. Spock looked torn-felt torn-between teasing Jim physically and honoring the request. Leonard helped by pulling off the top. If Spock had felt hot before, it was hotter now with no barriers between their bodies. Leonard’s hand had slowly drifted lower, unsure about removing the Vulcan’s pants. Spock’s response was to project ‘Yes!’ at Leonard while he teased Jim’s thighs with nails and teeth.
Jim deftly removed the Vulcan’s pants without hassle and caressed the alien genitals. Multiple tendrils, each about the width of a finger, curled around Leonard’s palm, squeezing rhythmically. Spock groaned into Jim’s sensitive skin, who echoed the sound in response to the sensation.
Jim managed to lift his head enough to see what had Leonard so captivated. “Jesus, Spock. What can you do with that thing?” Spock lifted his head enough to look at Jim, confused. “You’ve got no idea. Okay, I’ll experiment. Bones, help me here.”
Together, they managed to maneuver Spock onto his back, head resting on Leonard’s lap with Jim nestled between lean thighs. The tendrils swayed like wheat in the wind, almost as if they were searching for contact. Jim reached up, petting them idly with a fingertip.
“Let’s see how sensitive these guys are, huh?” With that comment, Jim gathered them together and licked all the tips at once.
Spock tensed in Leonard’s lap, a look of profound wonder on his face. His hands fisted in the sheets beneath him, still trying to control himself despite the state his body was in. Leonard noticed this and gave Spock a smile full of southern charm.
“Need something to do with your hands, darlin’? I think I can handle that.” He trailed one hand down desert heated skin to the palm and brought it in front of his face. “Lucky thing that I’m your doctor, ain’t it? I know how sensitive these buggers can be.” Delicately, he took a Vulcan finger into the heat of his mouth.
Spock was practically vibrating, as if he wanted to thrash and twist in pleasure, but not wanting to hurt his mates. The link between their minds broadcasted the near overwhelming sensations he was feeling to the humans. Jim’s happiness at helping Spock came through, as well as Leonard’s satisfaction at finally getting a reaction from Spock for once.
“Jim…Leonard…” The Vulcan panted through his pleasure. “What are you doing to me?” Jim gave a lust-filled look as he lifted his head to answer.
“Well, I’m giving the weirdest blowjob of my life, and greatly enjoying it. As for Bones, I got no clue, except for the fact that it makes you hot.”
“Jim, don’t you remember anything from Xenobio? Vulcans have twice the nerves in their hands that we do. It’s basically as sensitive as your cock, except I get to deal with more surface area,” Leonard ground out, his lips rasping against Spock’s hand.
“I cannot…endure this…” Spock gasped out, his body arching. “I apologize, this is greatly pleasurable…but pon farr has its needs.”
“You need to fuck one of us?” Jim filled in what was unsaid, helped by the desires flashing through the Vulcan’s thoughts. “No problem with me. Bones, get the lube.”The doctor released Spock and stood with a wry shake of his head, and Spock heaved himself up to press Jim with fevered kisses, thought process reduced to the need to touch.
Leonard returned, handed Jim the lube he had retrieved, and helped wrestle the distraught sounding alien off the captain. Jim gave a small laughed at the sight of Spock’s yearning hands reaching for him.
“Don’t worry, Spock, you’ll have your hands back on me soon enough. I just need to get myself ready for you,” the blonde explained lowly and gently, as if talking to a spooked horse. “And Bones can take care of what I can’t. Doesn’t that sound good? You’re always saying how you’re stronger than a human, so I’m pretty sure we can handle you.” The whole time he was speaking, Jim had been stretching himself, excited by what was to happen. “Do you think you can handle us, Spock? I want to find out now.” Jim leaned back and spread his legs.
“Yes,” Spock growled out, fire practically burning in his eyes as Leonard released him. He flowed onto Jim, the tendrils of his cock twisting together to form a single column. Savage kisses stole the captain’s breath as the writhing mass of alien anatomy pierced his body.
All three men felt the pleasure arch through them like a current, and each let out a fierce moan. Spock immediately began to thrust, his column slowly unwinding inside of Jim and spreading the flesh further apart.
“Holy fuck, Spock!” managed to escape from Jim’s mouth as he panted for air. “Shit--that’s so good.” Spock gave a short nod as he continued to move, experiencing pleasure, but not enough to push him to his peak. Leonard felt the need as well, and smiled as he embraced the Vulcan from behind.
“You need something there, darlin’?” He drawled as he traced a green tinged nipple. “I can feel it. You need something to fill you up, to make you complete. I’m pretty sure I can do that for you. You gonna let me?” A finger was dryly tracing Spock’s entrance, who moaned and thrusted his hips back in answer, then forward to return to Jim’s warmth. Clearly he was torn between two sources of pleasure, both of which he needed. “Then I’ll take care of you, Spock.”
With hands practiced, but never for this particular reason, Leonard gently pressed into Spock. The Vulcan’s rhythm shuddered as he pushed into the firm pressure, gripping Jim tight enough to bruise.
“Easy there, Spock,” Leonard groaned. “I’m going to have to fix those later.” The clenched hands loosened a little, but still as strong as iron. “Other than that, you’re doing pretty good. Do you think you’re ready for me? Ready for me to push into you and make you push into Jim? You can tell he’s dying for it, he wants us so bad.”
Spock and Jim both groaned at the sensual words. “Damnit Bones, since when do you talk dirty?”
“The ex-wife liked me for a reason,” the doctor explained as he pulled back enough to prepare his cock.
“Leonard…please…do not make me wait longer,” Spock gasped out, stretching forlornly. Large hands quickly grasped thin hips.
“Don’t worry, darlin’, I gotcha.” With that, the doctor pushed into the scientist. Jim watched as Spock’s large pupils dilated even further, and his lungs panted even harder. “Does that feel good, Spock? C’mon, tell me how it feels to have Bones splitting you open and me squeezing you.” Jim clenched hard around Spock’s flesh, and had the satisfaction of forcing all the air out of the Vulcan’s lungs.
“It’s…wonderful. Paradise. Heaven. Please, give me more!” Based on the way his skin was flushing, it looked like Spock wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
“I’m pretty sure I can do that,” Leonard drawled as he started to thrust. Spock’s response was inarticulate sounds of pleasure as he was forced to move inside Jim once more.
Pretty quickly, they formed a good example of transferred motion. Leonard’s movements started an impressive chain reaction through his partners. The sensations vibrated through the bond like a plucked bass string that only got louder with each pull.
Unfortunately, even the greatest of feelings can only last for so long. The first one to come was Spock, who gasped as he clenched around Leonard. His column contracted and speared further into Jim than anything had previously, which quickly spilled him over as well. Leonard came with a groan from the pressure Spock was putting on his dick.
In a tangled heap on the floor, they panted and tried to regain their composure. For a while they just felt each others’ heart beats and basked in the afterglow.
Jim, of course, was the first one to speak. “Damn. Why haven’t we done this before?”
Spock wearily turned to hard to look his brazen mate in the eye. “We did not do this earlier because I was not in pon farr at the time, and neither you nor Leonard had expressed any interest for me in a sexual manner.”
“Not everything has to be seen in order to exist, Spock,” Leonard chided, kissing a pointed ear.
“Yeah, I already told you I’ve been after you for a while. So, is that it?”
Spock, knowing Jim and with the help of the link, easily interpreted the question. “This wave is complete. There is still more to come. I believe you would call this a ‘recharge’ before the next wave begins.”
“Sounds good to me,” Jim yawned, snuggling into the Vulcan’s warmer body heat. Leonard stood to retrieve towels and wiped away most of the body fluids decorating the trio.
“Get some rest, boys. We’re going to need it,” he instructed as he laid down on the other side of Spock and draped an arm across to hold Jim.
“Thank you,” Spock said as his eyes closed. “For all that you have and will do for my sake.”
“Talk later, sleep now,” Jim ordered, tugging a bicep. Spock obeyed, sinking into the love and comfort radiating from his new-found mates.
Leonard chuckled wryly before closing his own eyes and relaxing. Things should work themselves out now, he thought to himself, as he sank into unconsciousness himself. Maybe now they won’t fight on the bridge.
Then again, this is Jim and Spock he was talking about. Things would never be simple between them. I can live with that.