Worst Idea of the Century, Part 2/2
Continued from here.
Jim grimaced slightly when they heard the sound of the door being locked. Spock saw it out of the corner of his eyes and turned to look at his partner. Of course each of them could easily get the door to open should they so wish, but there was a message in the act that was impossible to miss.
“It appears to me that your efforts to seduce the doctor have not been blessed by success yet,” the Vulcan observed. “In fact, Leonard appears to harbour some resentment for you at the moment.”
“So? At least I’m trying. I have been able to give him an idea of what I want from him, contrary to you. If you continue this way, victory is already mine.”
Spock was forced to admit that his first and so far only attempt to fulfil the conditions of their bet had not had the desired effect as Leonard had apparently failed to recognize his attempted seduction as such. “On the other hand, he is still on speaking terms with me, which should give me a considerable advantage.”
They were speaking quietly, so the doctor would not be able to make out their words through the not entirely soundproof door. “That Bones is mad at me isn’t necessarily a disadvantage. Do you know what’s even better than sex in sickbay?” Jim didn’t give Spock a chance to guess, instead giving the answer himself in the same breath. “Make-up sex in sickbay!” He appeared to be quite happy about that prospect.
“Indeed.” Spock managed to keep with this one word an exact balance between agreement and a question. McCoy and him fought often, and often had the opportunity to make up in various ways. While he had to admit that sexual encounters that took place during one of their many disagreements were of a somewhat different quality in general, he was not convinced that the term ‘make-up sex’ was entirely appropriate, as they were very well able to keep up their discussion through the course of their activities without any considerable making up having to happen.
He did not believe the location would change much, if anything, about the emotional outcome of those encounters. With Jim, of course, it was a different matter. For him, the bed (or, in this case, sickbay) was a good place to end arguments in a mutually enjoyable way, instead of prolonging them. Whether he had to apologize or demanded an apology of his partner, he was very good at getting rid of any remaining aggression in anyone, Spock had to admit, although quarrels between him and the captain were rare and nearly always of a professional nature.
He had been involved in make-up sex between Jim and Leonard a number of times, however, which had every time been an interesting and memorable experience.
Jim rolled over to lie on his stomach and put his head on the pillow. He appeared content to linger in inactivity and Spock went over to the fire pot to make sure the heat remained constant, knowing his captain would shortly doze off and would catch a cold if the air cooled down too much.
Leonard took his time in the bathroom. The sound of the shower continued, constantly, for unusually many minutes. Spock imagined the doctor growling to himself under the running water, unwilling to come out and face Jim, who he appeared to be genuinely annoyed with.
Even after the shower had been shut down, another nine point seven minutes passed before the doctor emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his uniform, but his hair still damp and his expression still sour. He glanced into the room and, upon finding Jim dozing on the bed, quietly made for the door with only a brief, apologetic glance toward the Vulcan.
“I assume you will not be accompanying us this evening,” Spock said, quietly enough not to disturb Jim but loud enough for Leonard to hear him.
The doctor stopped briefly, looking back over his shoulder. “I’m sure Jim will find me should he get lonely,” he said dryly. “Especially if time and place are inappropriate.” He did not appear to consider the possibility of Spock becoming lonely and attempting to find him. It confirmed that the Vulcan had not been quite obvious enough in his attempt to meet the requirements of the bet, but contrary to Jim’s optimistic opinion, Spock was not convinced that Leonard’s anger would work to the captain’s advantage.
“The reason for you keeping your distance lies only with Jim, then?” he asked to make sure, and got a snort in response.
“If I’m angry with you, Spock, you’re not going to be left with any doubt about it.” As Spock knew, actually, from experience. From a considerable amount of experience.
“That is true,” he agreed. “Forgive me. I should not have doubted your ability to express your emotions in a way that leaves no room for interpretation.”
His words rewarded him with an amused, half-suppressed smile. “Goodnight, Spock,” Leonard said and left, possibly to retire to his quarters, possibly to visit his lab and work on his research, as he liked to do instead of sleeping in times of emotional disturbances. It was also possible that he would call the doctor currently on duty and take over their shift in sickbay.
But considering the cause for his displeasure, Spock calculated the chance for the CMO taking this option to be so low it did not deserve further mention.
-
The night passed calmly, with Jim abstaining upon waking from his slumber from pestering Leonard any further, thus avoiding putting any more strain on the doctor’s patience. They had a late meal, and eventually Jim fell into a deep, proper sleep on Spock’s bed and in Spock’s arms, one that would last until morning. Spock approved. Long periods of uneventful flight used to leave the captain restless and unable to properly relax. Opportunities for sexual encounters and other pleasant distractions were gladly taken, but the longer the calm lasted, the more nervous his partner tended to become, and the more willing to invite danger and take unnecessary risks to relieve the boredom. Seen from this point of view, Spock concluded, Jim coming up with this strange competition of theirs was preferable to other ideas he might have had.
At least the time of inactivity was nearing its end. In two days the Enterprise would arrive at a colony in the star cluster M33 to deliver medical goods they had picked up at Starbase 300 a week prior. Even if the unusual event of all going well and no unpleasant surprises waiting for them should indeed happen, the stop would provide the captain with some distraction that would strengthen him until they reached their next destination near the Romulan neutral zone three days later - something which, as they knew from experience, never went well and always offered unpleasant surprises.
In other words, their time of calm and thus the time limit of the bet was running out. It meant Jim would do all he could to win the bet tomorrow, the last chance he was likely to get. It would end this somewhat pointless thing, either with the captain’s triumph, or with his ego crushed by Leonard’s refusal to give in to him. Either way, it would be over, perhaps without Leonard ever learning Spock had even known what Jim was up to, much less that he had joined him in his efforts.
Which did not speak for Spock’s efforts. It was not that the Vulcan was not interested in winning this bet, though. He was well aware that Jim did not consider him an opponent when it came to romantic contests, and while he was supposed to be above such petty competitions, the small part of Spock that had, as Leonard put it, relaxed enough to deal with his two illogical and very human lovers would like to prove to his captain that he should not underestimate him. It was, in fact, a matter of pride.
It was also a matter of desire. Contrary to Jim, Spock had never seen the appeal of doing socially questionable things or actions that went against Starfleet regulations in places where the risk of being caught was considerably higher than in the privacy of their quarters, but the appeal of taking the CMO in his own territory was not lost on him.
It was the one place where Jim and Spock, as the commanding officers, had no power. It could be considered a personal victory, and would provide ground for argumentations of the smug kind in future discussions between him and the doctor, should Spock be able to make Leonard give up his power to him, willingly, in that place.
The doctor would most likely come to regret it should Spock make him forget about his principles for a moment - not because of his principles but because it would prove Spock was superior to him, even where he should not be. The idea amused Spock more than he would admit to anyone.
However, Spock was not skilled in the art of seduction as Jim was, and stating his intent, to whatever purpose, did not come easily to him. While Jim had made use of every chance he had since they started their bet, Spock had hesitated to try at all and had been too subtle when in the end he did. Now he was running out of time. And while he should be glad it was over any way, he found he did not like the thought of this opportunity going unused, or the smug behaviour Jim would doubtlessly show should he win.
Unfortunately, there was little hope of Jim giving him any chance to catch the doctor alone the next day. Staring at the ceiling by the light of the fire pot while Jim slept pressed against him, unaware of his partner’s thoughts, Spock refused to admit defeat.
The one chance he had was being offered by his little need for sleep and Leonards habitual insomnia. If his prediction was correct, there was hope for him catching the doctor either in the lab or even in sickbay, should Spock decide to seek him out this very moment.
Which he did. Careful not to disturb Jim, the Vulcan slid out of bed, put on his uniform and left his quarters.
-
Contrary to his original assumption, but according to his hopes, Spock found Doctor McCoy in sickbay, where he was sitting in his office, working on what Spock judged to be an article on the medical uses of the Relicae fungus on Beta Terta Eleven. He did not notice the Vulcan right away, which Spock took as a sign of him being tired. Leonard being tired was not at all unexpected given the hour, and Spock expected this state to have consequences that would influence his plan either positively or negatively. He estimated high chances of exhaustion making it easier to wear down the doctor’s resistance and achieve his goal. It was very possible that Jim had annoyed the CMO so much that Leonard would quickly resign and give in to Spock on the ground of him not being Jim.
Unfortunately, chances were equally high that tiredness created a notable low in Leonard’s mood that would make him very irritable, and that his annoyance with Jim, strong enough to make him spend the night working away in his office, would make him react to any request going in the same direction with an aggression that was slightly out of proportion.
It somewhat worried Spock that he could not predict with certainty which reaction he had to expect. All he could say with certainty was that he would walk out of this place either victorious or with his head tugged under his arm.
Figuratively speaking.
Probably.
The problem was, Spock was not very versed in figurative expressions, so he could only assume that when Leonard threatened to screw off his head and hang it by its pointy ears for all to see, he was not actually stating a serious intent. Caution might be called for.
Spock entered the room, not attempting to conceal his presence, but not intentionally drawing attention to himself either. McCoy turned when he was nearly standing behind him, a look of surprise, not unpleasant, on his face when he recognized his visitor.
“Spock,” the doctor greeted him. “You have no idea how glad I am it’s you, not Jim. Because I really don’t feel like committing murder tonight.”
“Crimes of that kind are unnecessary,” Spock assures him. “Even if I were Jim, you would have been able to remove him from your office with the application of only a little non-lethal violence.” He was never sure if he got this particular form of humour right, but the corners of Leonard’s mouth twitched, telling him he didn’t entirely get it wrong at least.
“You’re probably right. But non-lethal violence wouldn’t feel half as good.”
“Illogical.”
“You think so? That only means you have no idea about the therapeutic values of murder.”
Spock raised one eyebrow. “Your words speak of a worrisome disregard of your Hippocratic oath, Starfleet regulations, as well as Federation law.”
“So what? Jim’s always been one for breaking the rules when it suits him. I’m certain he’d appreciate the irony.”
“I most sincerely doubt that.”
Leonard finally turned his chair around so he was fully facing his partner. “Speaking of rules - don’t the regulations say you should get some rest between your shifts? What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you the same. It is between your shifts as well, and by your own words you should be resting.”
“It’s not. I traded shifts and have to be here. Now you.”
“I can see no logic in taking a double shift under the current circumstances. There are no actual benefits, and it will only result in having your efficiency suffer from lack of sleep.”
Leonard rolled his eyes. “The logic is this, Spock: I can’t sleep, so I can as well do something useful. And I know Jim does sleep at this time, so the chances of him showing up here forcing me to kill him in a moment of temporal insanity are slim. Better even: When he comes back tomorrow to try and get into my pants again, he will find Sanchez instead, because I’ll be in my room sleeping.”
Spock had to admit that certain logic could indeed be found in this. He admitted it to himself, silently, not to Leonard.
“Interesting,” he said. “If slightly irrational.”
Leonard lifted his own eyebrow in response. “Speaking of irrational: You have failed to tell me why you’re here, and not in bed.”
“I do not require the same amount of sleep a human does.”
“You don’t say. That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I came to see if you were here.”
“Touching.” Leonard frowned, showing clear signs of irritation, and Spock re-estimated the chances of tiredness making him an easy target to be rather slim.
“I assumed you were suffering from insomnia, a guess that has proven to be correct. Being not in need of sleep myself, I decided to keep you company,” Spock clarified. Which was not a lie. Because Vulcan’s couldn’t lie. Period. Except when they did. Or in this case, when he withheld crucial information about the way he intended to pass the time he spent with the doctor.
Leonard’s expression softened a little and he uncrossed his arms. “That’s actually almost sweet. If unnecessary, since I’m not exactly bored here.” He gestured to the screen he was working on. “Also, I’m technically on duty, even if there’s nothing to do that the moment. Are you sure you didn’t just come because you were bored yourself?”
“Finding a better way of spending the night than exercising mental training in my mind was indeed a factor in my decision making process,” Spock admitted.
“You considered me better company than your own thoughts?” Leonard gave him an amused smile. “Spock, you are downright romantic tonight.” He shut down the screen and got up, stretching in a way that told Spock he had been sitting in this chair for hours. “But since you’re here already, you can answer me a few questions.”
Although this had not been anticipated by Spock, the Vulcan knew at once what those questions were going to be. “You want information concerning the reasons for Jim’s most recent inappropriate behaviour?”
“Exactly. And don’t tell me you have no idea. I know something’s going on, and you are involved somehow.”
Confronted with the game he had reluctantly, but in the end willingly joined, Spock spontaneously decided to tell the truth, choosing an approach he had not previously considered.
“Challenged by your refusal to accept his affections a few days earlier, Jim has made a bet out of seducing you in sickbay. He is very intent on winning it.”
Leonard stared at him. “A bet? With you?” he asked incredulously.
“That is correct.”
“My god.” Turning on his heels, the doctor marched out of his office, then turned again and marched back, stopping in front of Spock who had come after him. “I don’t believe this. You don’t just know about this, you actively support this stupid idea? I can see Jim coming up with something like this, but you… You! Aren’t you supposed to be the one with the brains?” He stormed off again, forcing Spock to follow him into the deserted main room of sickbay if he wanted his reply to be heard.
“My brain is in its usual place,” he informed the other man, though he was certain Leonard actually knew this.
The doctor snorted. “Too bad you aren’t using it.”
“As a doctor you should know that it would be impossible for me to function without-”
“Spock,” Leonard cut him off. “This entire thing is stupid. Stupid and insulting and ridiculous. And did I mention stupid? This is sickbay, for heaven’s sake! Jim wants me to have sex with him in the room where I treat my patients. Where my colleagues could walk in on us any moment.”
“I believe the risk of being caught is one of the things Jim considers most appealing about this.”
“It’s also one of the things that make this a very bad idea.” Leonard sucked in air and exhaled it sharply, radiating frustration. “Jim is like that. But you are supposed to talk him out of ideas like this, not support them!” He took a step back, leaning against one of the empty bio beds to stare darkly at the first officer.
“I did initially attempt to make him change his mind about this,” Spock said in his defence.
“And when that didn’t work, you decided you could as well go along with it? Damn it, Spock, I don’t see what you get out of this!”
“Leonard,” Spock said, stepping closer until the doctor was trapped between him and the bed. He lifted his hand to touch the human’s cheek while Leonard eyed him with surprise and sudden mistrust. “The answer to this question is very simple.” And he leaned in to kiss the doctor, all the time thinking that his last words had most likely been a lie.
As Spock had expected, Leonard did not respond to the kiss. After the initial moment of surprise had passed, he broke it by turning his head away, but by that time, Spock’s hand was already trailing down the doctor’s side with light, feathery touches, the way the Vulcan knew Leonard liked very much.
Touches like this were, under normal circumstances, a fail proof way of making sure his limbs would go weak and he would willingly let anything be done to him. Of course it did help if those touches were applied directly to his naked skin, not through the layer of his uniform and the shirt he was wearing below. It also helped if he was not angry.
In this case, Spock’s affectionate attention merely fuelled his anger. His face displayed his fury as he tried to shove the Vulcan away. Spock refused to move, and against his superior strength the human had no chance. He remained trapped. His eyes, blazing at Spock, showed passionate anger, but no fear.
Spock was pleased.
“So you didn’t just support this, you’re actively participating in it. Is that it?” As expected, Leonard did analyse the situation correctly. As expected he did not approve. “Goddamn it, Spock! Whatever moved you to do this? No, don’t tell me!” He glared at the Vulcan. “Jim is only thinking with his dick and you are unable to decline him anything. Am I about right?”
Spock had no answer to that, because answering truthfully would have meant to admit that Leonard was at least eighty-seven percent right in his assumption, something which Spock was reluctant to reveal. “I did indeed agree to enter a competition with Jim concerning which one of us would first be able to have you give in to us,” he admitted instead what Leonard had already figured out from his actions.
“Great! Whatever for? You of all people should know that this isn’t only idiotic; it’s downright illogical to waste time and effort on something you know I am not going to agree to. I always knew you got a kick out of pissing me off, but this time you’re outdoing yourself.”
“While I anticipated an as usual overly amount of anger from you in response, this reaction was not the goal I was hoping to achieve when I agreed to enter this competition with Jim,” Spock explained calmly. “Contrary to your obvious belief, I too do enjoy to engage in sexual activities with you.”
“No shit. That’s hardly an explanation. There are countless places better suited than this one!”
“Contrary to public belief, Jim is not the only one enjoying a challenge.”
“Oh, please!”
In response, Spock pressed against the doctor, sliding his hand under his clothes, seeking contact with the cool human skin. “I do view it was an intellectual challenge,” he said. “It interests me if I am able to work out a way to make you consent to my intentions.”
“You sure have chosen a strange approach for this.” Leonard squirmed, as if to get away from him, but there was no real force in his movements. “I hope you are aware that there is nothing intellectual in the way you are touching me right now.”
So there wasn’t. Spock could have admitted now that he had not planned for this approach but had let the situation develop on its own when Leonard had confronted him about Jim’s behaviour. He did not, and Leonard continued, “You do know that after what you told me there is no way I am going to let you, or Jim, do anything to me, ever again? So you very intellectually shot your own foot.” He squirmed some more. “Will you stop that, please? Did you even listen to me?”
“I did. And I will not,” Spock answered the questions in reverse order. He ran his hand up the doctor’s spine, feeling all the emotions coming off the human at the physical contact. They were dominated still by annoyance, and a strong determination not to let Spock have his way, even as he arched his back.
Spock leaned in and licked Leonard’s throat, then spoke into his ear: “I can give you two reasons to help me win this bet by going along with my actions that should be satisfactory.”
“I very much doubt it,” Leonard pressed out through grinded teeth. “But go ahead. Make me laugh.”
“The first reason is that should I win, Jim will not.”
This made Leonard pause. “Good point,” he admitted. “Damn good point. It would be even better if I was only pissed at Jim, and not at you as well. Try again.”
“Not the second reason, but related to the first one: Once I won the bet, Jim will stop bothering you.”
Spock could sense Leonard’s interest at the words. “How so?”
“The conditions of the bet state that the loser will chase any efforts in this direction.”
“Tempting. Jim has been getting on my nerves a little too much lately. But so, my pointy-eared nuisance, are you. I’m not convinced.”
“Reason number two,” Spock went on. “It will be, as you would put it, fun.”
“Fun,” Leonard echoed. “Right. My nurses walking in on us. A patient with an open wound coming in to find you shagging me on the bed that should be for him. Hilarious.”
“The risk is part of the appeal.”
“That sounds funny coming from you. Sure you are not quoting Jim?”
Spock was quoting Jim. “Regardless of the origin of this notion, you need to consider it.”
“Putting fun before duty? Good you’re in sickbay already, because I very badly need to check you over.” Leonard tried to shove him away with somewhat more force this time, but Spock still held on.
“You mentioned Jim’s favour for breaking rules before,” he said. “This is breaking rules. No one will be hurt, but there still remains a risk that would increase the pleasure.”
“I find sex with you - both of you - pleasurable enough in more appropriate places,” Leonard growled. “I’m sorry if you don’t see it that way.” He breathed in sharply when Spock touched him in a particularly sensitive spot. “I don’t get why I have to be the voice of reason about this. Isn’t that supposed to be your job? I ca- oh, Spock, dammit…” Spock’s touches rendered him temporarily unable to speak, but the Vulcan knew this was merely a physical reaction not supported by his will. The doctor was still against this. He was also very much confused.
“Leonard,” Spock said, sincerely, his lips brushing against the side of the doctor’s neck as he spoke. “Is it truly so difficult for you to believe that I do want you? That I want you here, in a place where Jim has not had you before and never will?”
“So this is all about Jim, then?” While Leonard had been almost amused under his confused anger until now, Spock now sensed more anger, newly added hurt, and much less confusion. “I should have known.”
The arousal Spock had experienced himself in the course of their close physical contact suffered a little from the sudden urge to roll his eyes. Sometimes Leonard could be impressively stubborn in his refusal to understand Spock’s words the way he meant them.
“This is not about Jim,” Spock said with forced patience, though perhaps ‘not only’ would have been more correct. “It is about me and you, and wanting you to grant me a privilege many - not only Jim - have wanted and are not going to get.”
Leonard eyed him with suspicion. “So this is really about you being selfish?”
“Only when it comes to you.” Spock kept his face open and honest. Leonard rolled his eyes at him, but Spock could sense his resolve wavering. After a second, his lips curled almost invisibly.
“You still have to admit that this is a bad idea. I mean, I see your point. But people have thought about shagging you or Jim on the bridge, and I can well imagine what you would say if I suggested we did that. Even if it was deserted.”
That, Spock had to admit, would indeed be awkward. The bridge was the command centre of the Enterprise, not a place for private activities of any kind. But then, neither was sickbay. He could imagine why Leonard did not approve of the idea they were currently discussing. Like Spock, he liked to keep work and private life apart.
The Vulcan accepted that if he wanted to win this bet with Jim he had to offer Leonard something in return. He also accepted that the victory over the doctor he had hoped to use in future arguments would not come to be.
It had been to be expected. Leonard had never made things easy for anyone.
“Okay,” he said.
Leonard looked taken aback. He frowned. “Okay? Okay what?”
“Given my request here, it would be only fair to return the favour at a fitting time. For example when the ship is in space dock the next time and cleared of the crew for maintenance.”
Several seconds passed in silence. “You are joking.”
“I am not.”
“You would have sex with me on the bridge?”
“Yes.”
The doctor’s eyes narrowed. “Just with me? Not Jim?”
“Yes.”
Another four and a half seconds of silence. Then there was a subtle change in the expression in Leonard’s eyes. “And Jim is going to learn about it?”
“He most certainly is,” Spock promised.
“You definitely know how to be convincing,” McCoy smirked. “But you are forgetting one thing.”
Spock’s memory was photographic. “That would be?”
“I might not want to shag you on the bridge.”
“I did not consider this, as I had not anticipated this turn in our conversation.”
Leonard’s hands held tightly on to Spock’s uniform, but he was no longer pushing, and Spock continued to apply stimulating touches in strategic areas, as he had in fact done throughout their argument. “I find it impressive that you are still able to call this a conversation…” The doctor’s voice died suddenly when he breathed in sharply.
Spock ignored the comment. “It does not matter, however, as regardless of whether or not you have any desire to do so, you know that I most certainly do not.”
“Because I can’t let the opportunity pass to make you do something you hate?” This time an actual grin flashed briefly on Leonard’s face. “Oh Spock! You are so romantic today!”
Before the human had the chance to insult him any further, Spock slid his hands out of the doctor’s clothes and around his waist to lift him up onto the bed they were leaning against. That Leonard let him do so without protesting but willingly leaned into the following touches he took as an official approval.
He had won the bet. Well, technically he had not won yet as the conditions had not yet been met completely, but nothing could take victory from him now. Nothing but Leonard suddenly changing his mind, or someone suddenly entering this room. Assuming neither would happen in the next five minutes, Spock was left with the fact that Jim had to be informed of his victory.
He had prepared for this. As he had come here with the intention of winning, it would have been illogical not to do so.
As he pressed Leonard onto the bed and distracted him with his left hand and his mouth, Spock pulled out his communicator with his right, opening it so it activated on the frequency he had programmed beforehand.
Assuming that the chances for Leonard suddenly changing his mind would rise into the realm of probability, or even certainty should he find out that their act was going to have a witness, even if it was Jim, Spock made sure he positioned the device were it would not be detected by the doctor anytime soon.
And that it was set to transmitting only. Jim’s predictable curses coming from out of nowhere would quite certainly give it away and end this experience rather quickly.
And Spock found he was not interested in a quick end of this experience, even if both he and Leonard were considerably more nervous than would usually be the case and the human jumped at every sound he heard, or thought he did, clutching at Spock harder than normally and responding to his touches in an almost frantic way.
After all, this was all part of the appeal.
-
The noise of the intercom pulled Kirk from his sleep. As usual, he was awake in an instant. As a starship captain, he had to be. Being woken by the intercom in the middle of his sleeping period usually accompanied some kind of crisis that required his undivided attention.
In this case, this was unlikely, as he was in Spock’s quarters, and the call was most likely not for him. He became aware of this only when he was already out of bed and standing in front of the receiver.
Then he saw that the call was probably for him after all, as it came from Spock’s communicator and the Vulcan knew he was here. It was in this moment Kirk noticed that the Vulcan was not.
“Kirk here,” he said when he accepted the call. To his considerable surprise there was no reply. Just a low, breathless moan answered him. A moan that sounded very much like Bones.
“Spock,” the person who sounded suspiciously like Bones said. “Oh god. Just there…”
The words were followed by a sharp intake of breath and a low grunt that sounded like Spock. It sounded like Spock having sex. It sounded like Spock having sex with Bones in sickbay. Kirk stared at the intercom. How could this have happened?
How could it be that Spock had achieved what he had not? This was not supposed to happen. Not when it came to sex. It rebelled against the laws of the universe.
Kirk cursed. And cursed some more when there was no reaction to his voice on the other end and he realised they couldn’t hear him.
The grunts and moans continued. Spock was considerably more vocal than Kirk was used to, and he suspected his beloved Vulcan wanted to make sure that they were heard and no doubt remained as to the nature of their activity.
“Damn, Spock!” Bones sounded hushed and breathless. “Be quiet! The last thing I need right now is some nurse running in because she thinks you are dying here.”
“These rooms are soundproof.” Spock sounded rather breathless himself.
“Or so they say.” Bones didn’t seem convinced, but soon after the noises of sex continued. And Kirk kept staring at the intercom, as if it could provide him with images in addition to the audio. A part of him was frustrated and still couldn’t believe he had lost. A part of him mourned the lost chance and wondered where he had gone wrong.
But the biggest part of him, the part that began just below his waistline, imagined Spock and Bones on a biobed, with Spock holding the doctor down, the arch of his back, the long, slim body that contained so much inhuman strength. He imagined Bones throwing back his head the way he did when he neared release, imagined his long, skinny legs wrapped around Spock’s hips, his tanned hands on Spock’s pale skin as he gave himself to the Vulcan where he should have been untouchable.
All that on the crumbled sheets that were never meant to host people having sex.
Kirk’s hand would have wandered into his own pants, had he actually been wearing any. It was a poor substitute, but it was all he got.
Spock would pay for this. Bones would pay for this. Kirk would take his revenge in a well-planned, mutually pleasing way. One day. When there was more blood in this brain.
For now he couldn’t even come up with a coherent thought, other than that Spock should have known better than to make Kirk ejaculate against his own wall.
January 10, 2010
Jim grimaced slightly when they heard the sound of the door being locked. Spock saw it out of the corner of his eyes and turned to look at his partner. Of course each of them could easily get the door to open should they so wish, but there was a message in the act that was impossible to miss.
“It appears to me that your efforts to seduce the doctor have not been blessed by success yet,” the Vulcan observed. “In fact, Leonard appears to harbour some resentment for you at the moment.”
“So? At least I’m trying. I have been able to give him an idea of what I want from him, contrary to you. If you continue this way, victory is already mine.”
Spock was forced to admit that his first and so far only attempt to fulfil the conditions of their bet had not had the desired effect as Leonard had apparently failed to recognize his attempted seduction as such. “On the other hand, he is still on speaking terms with me, which should give me a considerable advantage.”
They were speaking quietly, so the doctor would not be able to make out their words through the not entirely soundproof door. “That Bones is mad at me isn’t necessarily a disadvantage. Do you know what’s even better than sex in sickbay?” Jim didn’t give Spock a chance to guess, instead giving the answer himself in the same breath. “Make-up sex in sickbay!” He appeared to be quite happy about that prospect.
“Indeed.” Spock managed to keep with this one word an exact balance between agreement and a question. McCoy and him fought often, and often had the opportunity to make up in various ways. While he had to admit that sexual encounters that took place during one of their many disagreements were of a somewhat different quality in general, he was not convinced that the term ‘make-up sex’ was entirely appropriate, as they were very well able to keep up their discussion through the course of their activities without any considerable making up having to happen.
He did not believe the location would change much, if anything, about the emotional outcome of those encounters. With Jim, of course, it was a different matter. For him, the bed (or, in this case, sickbay) was a good place to end arguments in a mutually enjoyable way, instead of prolonging them. Whether he had to apologize or demanded an apology of his partner, he was very good at getting rid of any remaining aggression in anyone, Spock had to admit, although quarrels between him and the captain were rare and nearly always of a professional nature.
He had been involved in make-up sex between Jim and Leonard a number of times, however, which had every time been an interesting and memorable experience.
Jim rolled over to lie on his stomach and put his head on the pillow. He appeared content to linger in inactivity and Spock went over to the fire pot to make sure the heat remained constant, knowing his captain would shortly doze off and would catch a cold if the air cooled down too much.
Leonard took his time in the bathroom. The sound of the shower continued, constantly, for unusually many minutes. Spock imagined the doctor growling to himself under the running water, unwilling to come out and face Jim, who he appeared to be genuinely annoyed with.
Even after the shower had been shut down, another nine point seven minutes passed before the doctor emerged from the bathroom, dressed in his uniform, but his hair still damp and his expression still sour. He glanced into the room and, upon finding Jim dozing on the bed, quietly made for the door with only a brief, apologetic glance toward the Vulcan.
“I assume you will not be accompanying us this evening,” Spock said, quietly enough not to disturb Jim but loud enough for Leonard to hear him.
The doctor stopped briefly, looking back over his shoulder. “I’m sure Jim will find me should he get lonely,” he said dryly. “Especially if time and place are inappropriate.” He did not appear to consider the possibility of Spock becoming lonely and attempting to find him. It confirmed that the Vulcan had not been quite obvious enough in his attempt to meet the requirements of the bet, but contrary to Jim’s optimistic opinion, Spock was not convinced that Leonard’s anger would work to the captain’s advantage.
“The reason for you keeping your distance lies only with Jim, then?” he asked to make sure, and got a snort in response.
“If I’m angry with you, Spock, you’re not going to be left with any doubt about it.” As Spock knew, actually, from experience. From a considerable amount of experience.
“That is true,” he agreed. “Forgive me. I should not have doubted your ability to express your emotions in a way that leaves no room for interpretation.”
His words rewarded him with an amused, half-suppressed smile. “Goodnight, Spock,” Leonard said and left, possibly to retire to his quarters, possibly to visit his lab and work on his research, as he liked to do instead of sleeping in times of emotional disturbances. It was also possible that he would call the doctor currently on duty and take over their shift in sickbay.
But considering the cause for his displeasure, Spock calculated the chance for the CMO taking this option to be so low it did not deserve further mention.
-
The night passed calmly, with Jim abstaining upon waking from his slumber from pestering Leonard any further, thus avoiding putting any more strain on the doctor’s patience. They had a late meal, and eventually Jim fell into a deep, proper sleep on Spock’s bed and in Spock’s arms, one that would last until morning. Spock approved. Long periods of uneventful flight used to leave the captain restless and unable to properly relax. Opportunities for sexual encounters and other pleasant distractions were gladly taken, but the longer the calm lasted, the more nervous his partner tended to become, and the more willing to invite danger and take unnecessary risks to relieve the boredom. Seen from this point of view, Spock concluded, Jim coming up with this strange competition of theirs was preferable to other ideas he might have had.
At least the time of inactivity was nearing its end. In two days the Enterprise would arrive at a colony in the star cluster M33 to deliver medical goods they had picked up at Starbase 300 a week prior. Even if the unusual event of all going well and no unpleasant surprises waiting for them should indeed happen, the stop would provide the captain with some distraction that would strengthen him until they reached their next destination near the Romulan neutral zone three days later - something which, as they knew from experience, never went well and always offered unpleasant surprises.
In other words, their time of calm and thus the time limit of the bet was running out. It meant Jim would do all he could to win the bet tomorrow, the last chance he was likely to get. It would end this somewhat pointless thing, either with the captain’s triumph, or with his ego crushed by Leonard’s refusal to give in to him. Either way, it would be over, perhaps without Leonard ever learning Spock had even known what Jim was up to, much less that he had joined him in his efforts.
Which did not speak for Spock’s efforts. It was not that the Vulcan was not interested in winning this bet, though. He was well aware that Jim did not consider him an opponent when it came to romantic contests, and while he was supposed to be above such petty competitions, the small part of Spock that had, as Leonard put it, relaxed enough to deal with his two illogical and very human lovers would like to prove to his captain that he should not underestimate him. It was, in fact, a matter of pride.
It was also a matter of desire. Contrary to Jim, Spock had never seen the appeal of doing socially questionable things or actions that went against Starfleet regulations in places where the risk of being caught was considerably higher than in the privacy of their quarters, but the appeal of taking the CMO in his own territory was not lost on him.
It was the one place where Jim and Spock, as the commanding officers, had no power. It could be considered a personal victory, and would provide ground for argumentations of the smug kind in future discussions between him and the doctor, should Spock be able to make Leonard give up his power to him, willingly, in that place.
The doctor would most likely come to regret it should Spock make him forget about his principles for a moment - not because of his principles but because it would prove Spock was superior to him, even where he should not be. The idea amused Spock more than he would admit to anyone.
However, Spock was not skilled in the art of seduction as Jim was, and stating his intent, to whatever purpose, did not come easily to him. While Jim had made use of every chance he had since they started their bet, Spock had hesitated to try at all and had been too subtle when in the end he did. Now he was running out of time. And while he should be glad it was over any way, he found he did not like the thought of this opportunity going unused, or the smug behaviour Jim would doubtlessly show should he win.
Unfortunately, there was little hope of Jim giving him any chance to catch the doctor alone the next day. Staring at the ceiling by the light of the fire pot while Jim slept pressed against him, unaware of his partner’s thoughts, Spock refused to admit defeat.
The one chance he had was being offered by his little need for sleep and Leonards habitual insomnia. If his prediction was correct, there was hope for him catching the doctor either in the lab or even in sickbay, should Spock decide to seek him out this very moment.
Which he did. Careful not to disturb Jim, the Vulcan slid out of bed, put on his uniform and left his quarters.
-
Contrary to his original assumption, but according to his hopes, Spock found Doctor McCoy in sickbay, where he was sitting in his office, working on what Spock judged to be an article on the medical uses of the Relicae fungus on Beta Terta Eleven. He did not notice the Vulcan right away, which Spock took as a sign of him being tired. Leonard being tired was not at all unexpected given the hour, and Spock expected this state to have consequences that would influence his plan either positively or negatively. He estimated high chances of exhaustion making it easier to wear down the doctor’s resistance and achieve his goal. It was very possible that Jim had annoyed the CMO so much that Leonard would quickly resign and give in to Spock on the ground of him not being Jim.
Unfortunately, chances were equally high that tiredness created a notable low in Leonard’s mood that would make him very irritable, and that his annoyance with Jim, strong enough to make him spend the night working away in his office, would make him react to any request going in the same direction with an aggression that was slightly out of proportion.
It somewhat worried Spock that he could not predict with certainty which reaction he had to expect. All he could say with certainty was that he would walk out of this place either victorious or with his head tugged under his arm.
Figuratively speaking.
Probably.
The problem was, Spock was not very versed in figurative expressions, so he could only assume that when Leonard threatened to screw off his head and hang it by its pointy ears for all to see, he was not actually stating a serious intent. Caution might be called for.
Spock entered the room, not attempting to conceal his presence, but not intentionally drawing attention to himself either. McCoy turned when he was nearly standing behind him, a look of surprise, not unpleasant, on his face when he recognized his visitor.
“Spock,” the doctor greeted him. “You have no idea how glad I am it’s you, not Jim. Because I really don’t feel like committing murder tonight.”
“Crimes of that kind are unnecessary,” Spock assures him. “Even if I were Jim, you would have been able to remove him from your office with the application of only a little non-lethal violence.” He was never sure if he got this particular form of humour right, but the corners of Leonard’s mouth twitched, telling him he didn’t entirely get it wrong at least.
“You’re probably right. But non-lethal violence wouldn’t feel half as good.”
“Illogical.”
“You think so? That only means you have no idea about the therapeutic values of murder.”
Spock raised one eyebrow. “Your words speak of a worrisome disregard of your Hippocratic oath, Starfleet regulations, as well as Federation law.”
“So what? Jim’s always been one for breaking the rules when it suits him. I’m certain he’d appreciate the irony.”
“I most sincerely doubt that.”
Leonard finally turned his chair around so he was fully facing his partner. “Speaking of rules - don’t the regulations say you should get some rest between your shifts? What are you doing here?”
“I should ask you the same. It is between your shifts as well, and by your own words you should be resting.”
“It’s not. I traded shifts and have to be here. Now you.”
“I can see no logic in taking a double shift under the current circumstances. There are no actual benefits, and it will only result in having your efficiency suffer from lack of sleep.”
Leonard rolled his eyes. “The logic is this, Spock: I can’t sleep, so I can as well do something useful. And I know Jim does sleep at this time, so the chances of him showing up here forcing me to kill him in a moment of temporal insanity are slim. Better even: When he comes back tomorrow to try and get into my pants again, he will find Sanchez instead, because I’ll be in my room sleeping.”
Spock had to admit that certain logic could indeed be found in this. He admitted it to himself, silently, not to Leonard.
“Interesting,” he said. “If slightly irrational.”
Leonard lifted his own eyebrow in response. “Speaking of irrational: You have failed to tell me why you’re here, and not in bed.”
“I do not require the same amount of sleep a human does.”
“You don’t say. That doesn’t answer my question.”
“I came to see if you were here.”
“Touching.” Leonard frowned, showing clear signs of irritation, and Spock re-estimated the chances of tiredness making him an easy target to be rather slim.
“I assumed you were suffering from insomnia, a guess that has proven to be correct. Being not in need of sleep myself, I decided to keep you company,” Spock clarified. Which was not a lie. Because Vulcan’s couldn’t lie. Period. Except when they did. Or in this case, when he withheld crucial information about the way he intended to pass the time he spent with the doctor.
Leonard’s expression softened a little and he uncrossed his arms. “That’s actually almost sweet. If unnecessary, since I’m not exactly bored here.” He gestured to the screen he was working on. “Also, I’m technically on duty, even if there’s nothing to do that the moment. Are you sure you didn’t just come because you were bored yourself?”
“Finding a better way of spending the night than exercising mental training in my mind was indeed a factor in my decision making process,” Spock admitted.
“You considered me better company than your own thoughts?” Leonard gave him an amused smile. “Spock, you are downright romantic tonight.” He shut down the screen and got up, stretching in a way that told Spock he had been sitting in this chair for hours. “But since you’re here already, you can answer me a few questions.”
Although this had not been anticipated by Spock, the Vulcan knew at once what those questions were going to be. “You want information concerning the reasons for Jim’s most recent inappropriate behaviour?”
“Exactly. And don’t tell me you have no idea. I know something’s going on, and you are involved somehow.”
Confronted with the game he had reluctantly, but in the end willingly joined, Spock spontaneously decided to tell the truth, choosing an approach he had not previously considered.
“Challenged by your refusal to accept his affections a few days earlier, Jim has made a bet out of seducing you in sickbay. He is very intent on winning it.”
Leonard stared at him. “A bet? With you?” he asked incredulously.
“That is correct.”
“My god.” Turning on his heels, the doctor marched out of his office, then turned again and marched back, stopping in front of Spock who had come after him. “I don’t believe this. You don’t just know about this, you actively support this stupid idea? I can see Jim coming up with something like this, but you… You! Aren’t you supposed to be the one with the brains?” He stormed off again, forcing Spock to follow him into the deserted main room of sickbay if he wanted his reply to be heard.
“My brain is in its usual place,” he informed the other man, though he was certain Leonard actually knew this.
The doctor snorted. “Too bad you aren’t using it.”
“As a doctor you should know that it would be impossible for me to function without-”
“Spock,” Leonard cut him off. “This entire thing is stupid. Stupid and insulting and ridiculous. And did I mention stupid? This is sickbay, for heaven’s sake! Jim wants me to have sex with him in the room where I treat my patients. Where my colleagues could walk in on us any moment.”
“I believe the risk of being caught is one of the things Jim considers most appealing about this.”
“It’s also one of the things that make this a very bad idea.” Leonard sucked in air and exhaled it sharply, radiating frustration. “Jim is like that. But you are supposed to talk him out of ideas like this, not support them!” He took a step back, leaning against one of the empty bio beds to stare darkly at the first officer.
“I did initially attempt to make him change his mind about this,” Spock said in his defence.
“And when that didn’t work, you decided you could as well go along with it? Damn it, Spock, I don’t see what you get out of this!”
“Leonard,” Spock said, stepping closer until the doctor was trapped between him and the bed. He lifted his hand to touch the human’s cheek while Leonard eyed him with surprise and sudden mistrust. “The answer to this question is very simple.” And he leaned in to kiss the doctor, all the time thinking that his last words had most likely been a lie.
As Spock had expected, Leonard did not respond to the kiss. After the initial moment of surprise had passed, he broke it by turning his head away, but by that time, Spock’s hand was already trailing down the doctor’s side with light, feathery touches, the way the Vulcan knew Leonard liked very much.
Touches like this were, under normal circumstances, a fail proof way of making sure his limbs would go weak and he would willingly let anything be done to him. Of course it did help if those touches were applied directly to his naked skin, not through the layer of his uniform and the shirt he was wearing below. It also helped if he was not angry.
In this case, Spock’s affectionate attention merely fuelled his anger. His face displayed his fury as he tried to shove the Vulcan away. Spock refused to move, and against his superior strength the human had no chance. He remained trapped. His eyes, blazing at Spock, showed passionate anger, but no fear.
Spock was pleased.
“So you didn’t just support this, you’re actively participating in it. Is that it?” As expected, Leonard did analyse the situation correctly. As expected he did not approve. “Goddamn it, Spock! Whatever moved you to do this? No, don’t tell me!” He glared at the Vulcan. “Jim is only thinking with his dick and you are unable to decline him anything. Am I about right?”
Spock had no answer to that, because answering truthfully would have meant to admit that Leonard was at least eighty-seven percent right in his assumption, something which Spock was reluctant to reveal. “I did indeed agree to enter a competition with Jim concerning which one of us would first be able to have you give in to us,” he admitted instead what Leonard had already figured out from his actions.
“Great! Whatever for? You of all people should know that this isn’t only idiotic; it’s downright illogical to waste time and effort on something you know I am not going to agree to. I always knew you got a kick out of pissing me off, but this time you’re outdoing yourself.”
“While I anticipated an as usual overly amount of anger from you in response, this reaction was not the goal I was hoping to achieve when I agreed to enter this competition with Jim,” Spock explained calmly. “Contrary to your obvious belief, I too do enjoy to engage in sexual activities with you.”
“No shit. That’s hardly an explanation. There are countless places better suited than this one!”
“Contrary to public belief, Jim is not the only one enjoying a challenge.”
“Oh, please!”
In response, Spock pressed against the doctor, sliding his hand under his clothes, seeking contact with the cool human skin. “I do view it was an intellectual challenge,” he said. “It interests me if I am able to work out a way to make you consent to my intentions.”
“You sure have chosen a strange approach for this.” Leonard squirmed, as if to get away from him, but there was no real force in his movements. “I hope you are aware that there is nothing intellectual in the way you are touching me right now.”
So there wasn’t. Spock could have admitted now that he had not planned for this approach but had let the situation develop on its own when Leonard had confronted him about Jim’s behaviour. He did not, and Leonard continued, “You do know that after what you told me there is no way I am going to let you, or Jim, do anything to me, ever again? So you very intellectually shot your own foot.” He squirmed some more. “Will you stop that, please? Did you even listen to me?”
“I did. And I will not,” Spock answered the questions in reverse order. He ran his hand up the doctor’s spine, feeling all the emotions coming off the human at the physical contact. They were dominated still by annoyance, and a strong determination not to let Spock have his way, even as he arched his back.
Spock leaned in and licked Leonard’s throat, then spoke into his ear: “I can give you two reasons to help me win this bet by going along with my actions that should be satisfactory.”
“I very much doubt it,” Leonard pressed out through grinded teeth. “But go ahead. Make me laugh.”
“The first reason is that should I win, Jim will not.”
This made Leonard pause. “Good point,” he admitted. “Damn good point. It would be even better if I was only pissed at Jim, and not at you as well. Try again.”
“Not the second reason, but related to the first one: Once I won the bet, Jim will stop bothering you.”
Spock could sense Leonard’s interest at the words. “How so?”
“The conditions of the bet state that the loser will chase any efforts in this direction.”
“Tempting. Jim has been getting on my nerves a little too much lately. But so, my pointy-eared nuisance, are you. I’m not convinced.”
“Reason number two,” Spock went on. “It will be, as you would put it, fun.”
“Fun,” Leonard echoed. “Right. My nurses walking in on us. A patient with an open wound coming in to find you shagging me on the bed that should be for him. Hilarious.”
“The risk is part of the appeal.”
“That sounds funny coming from you. Sure you are not quoting Jim?”
Spock was quoting Jim. “Regardless of the origin of this notion, you need to consider it.”
“Putting fun before duty? Good you’re in sickbay already, because I very badly need to check you over.” Leonard tried to shove him away with somewhat more force this time, but Spock still held on.
“You mentioned Jim’s favour for breaking rules before,” he said. “This is breaking rules. No one will be hurt, but there still remains a risk that would increase the pleasure.”
“I find sex with you - both of you - pleasurable enough in more appropriate places,” Leonard growled. “I’m sorry if you don’t see it that way.” He breathed in sharply when Spock touched him in a particularly sensitive spot. “I don’t get why I have to be the voice of reason about this. Isn’t that supposed to be your job? I ca- oh, Spock, dammit…” Spock’s touches rendered him temporarily unable to speak, but the Vulcan knew this was merely a physical reaction not supported by his will. The doctor was still against this. He was also very much confused.
“Leonard,” Spock said, sincerely, his lips brushing against the side of the doctor’s neck as he spoke. “Is it truly so difficult for you to believe that I do want you? That I want you here, in a place where Jim has not had you before and never will?”
“So this is all about Jim, then?” While Leonard had been almost amused under his confused anger until now, Spock now sensed more anger, newly added hurt, and much less confusion. “I should have known.”
The arousal Spock had experienced himself in the course of their close physical contact suffered a little from the sudden urge to roll his eyes. Sometimes Leonard could be impressively stubborn in his refusal to understand Spock’s words the way he meant them.
“This is not about Jim,” Spock said with forced patience, though perhaps ‘not only’ would have been more correct. “It is about me and you, and wanting you to grant me a privilege many - not only Jim - have wanted and are not going to get.”
Leonard eyed him with suspicion. “So this is really about you being selfish?”
“Only when it comes to you.” Spock kept his face open and honest. Leonard rolled his eyes at him, but Spock could sense his resolve wavering. After a second, his lips curled almost invisibly.
“You still have to admit that this is a bad idea. I mean, I see your point. But people have thought about shagging you or Jim on the bridge, and I can well imagine what you would say if I suggested we did that. Even if it was deserted.”
That, Spock had to admit, would indeed be awkward. The bridge was the command centre of the Enterprise, not a place for private activities of any kind. But then, neither was sickbay. He could imagine why Leonard did not approve of the idea they were currently discussing. Like Spock, he liked to keep work and private life apart.
The Vulcan accepted that if he wanted to win this bet with Jim he had to offer Leonard something in return. He also accepted that the victory over the doctor he had hoped to use in future arguments would not come to be.
It had been to be expected. Leonard had never made things easy for anyone.
“Okay,” he said.
Leonard looked taken aback. He frowned. “Okay? Okay what?”
“Given my request here, it would be only fair to return the favour at a fitting time. For example when the ship is in space dock the next time and cleared of the crew for maintenance.”
Several seconds passed in silence. “You are joking.”
“I am not.”
“You would have sex with me on the bridge?”
“Yes.”
The doctor’s eyes narrowed. “Just with me? Not Jim?”
“Yes.”
Another four and a half seconds of silence. Then there was a subtle change in the expression in Leonard’s eyes. “And Jim is going to learn about it?”
“He most certainly is,” Spock promised.
“You definitely know how to be convincing,” McCoy smirked. “But you are forgetting one thing.”
Spock’s memory was photographic. “That would be?”
“I might not want to shag you on the bridge.”
“I did not consider this, as I had not anticipated this turn in our conversation.”
Leonard’s hands held tightly on to Spock’s uniform, but he was no longer pushing, and Spock continued to apply stimulating touches in strategic areas, as he had in fact done throughout their argument. “I find it impressive that you are still able to call this a conversation…” The doctor’s voice died suddenly when he breathed in sharply.
Spock ignored the comment. “It does not matter, however, as regardless of whether or not you have any desire to do so, you know that I most certainly do not.”
“Because I can’t let the opportunity pass to make you do something you hate?” This time an actual grin flashed briefly on Leonard’s face. “Oh Spock! You are so romantic today!”
Before the human had the chance to insult him any further, Spock slid his hands out of the doctor’s clothes and around his waist to lift him up onto the bed they were leaning against. That Leonard let him do so without protesting but willingly leaned into the following touches he took as an official approval.
He had won the bet. Well, technically he had not won yet as the conditions had not yet been met completely, but nothing could take victory from him now. Nothing but Leonard suddenly changing his mind, or someone suddenly entering this room. Assuming neither would happen in the next five minutes, Spock was left with the fact that Jim had to be informed of his victory.
He had prepared for this. As he had come here with the intention of winning, it would have been illogical not to do so.
As he pressed Leonard onto the bed and distracted him with his left hand and his mouth, Spock pulled out his communicator with his right, opening it so it activated on the frequency he had programmed beforehand.
Assuming that the chances for Leonard suddenly changing his mind would rise into the realm of probability, or even certainty should he find out that their act was going to have a witness, even if it was Jim, Spock made sure he positioned the device were it would not be detected by the doctor anytime soon.
And that it was set to transmitting only. Jim’s predictable curses coming from out of nowhere would quite certainly give it away and end this experience rather quickly.
And Spock found he was not interested in a quick end of this experience, even if both he and Leonard were considerably more nervous than would usually be the case and the human jumped at every sound he heard, or thought he did, clutching at Spock harder than normally and responding to his touches in an almost frantic way.
After all, this was all part of the appeal.
-
The noise of the intercom pulled Kirk from his sleep. As usual, he was awake in an instant. As a starship captain, he had to be. Being woken by the intercom in the middle of his sleeping period usually accompanied some kind of crisis that required his undivided attention.
In this case, this was unlikely, as he was in Spock’s quarters, and the call was most likely not for him. He became aware of this only when he was already out of bed and standing in front of the receiver.
Then he saw that the call was probably for him after all, as it came from Spock’s communicator and the Vulcan knew he was here. It was in this moment Kirk noticed that the Vulcan was not.
“Kirk here,” he said when he accepted the call. To his considerable surprise there was no reply. Just a low, breathless moan answered him. A moan that sounded very much like Bones.
“Spock,” the person who sounded suspiciously like Bones said. “Oh god. Just there…”
The words were followed by a sharp intake of breath and a low grunt that sounded like Spock. It sounded like Spock having sex. It sounded like Spock having sex with Bones in sickbay. Kirk stared at the intercom. How could this have happened?
How could it be that Spock had achieved what he had not? This was not supposed to happen. Not when it came to sex. It rebelled against the laws of the universe.
Kirk cursed. And cursed some more when there was no reaction to his voice on the other end and he realised they couldn’t hear him.
The grunts and moans continued. Spock was considerably more vocal than Kirk was used to, and he suspected his beloved Vulcan wanted to make sure that they were heard and no doubt remained as to the nature of their activity.
“Damn, Spock!” Bones sounded hushed and breathless. “Be quiet! The last thing I need right now is some nurse running in because she thinks you are dying here.”
“These rooms are soundproof.” Spock sounded rather breathless himself.
“Or so they say.” Bones didn’t seem convinced, but soon after the noises of sex continued. And Kirk kept staring at the intercom, as if it could provide him with images in addition to the audio. A part of him was frustrated and still couldn’t believe he had lost. A part of him mourned the lost chance and wondered where he had gone wrong.
But the biggest part of him, the part that began just below his waistline, imagined Spock and Bones on a biobed, with Spock holding the doctor down, the arch of his back, the long, slim body that contained so much inhuman strength. He imagined Bones throwing back his head the way he did when he neared release, imagined his long, skinny legs wrapped around Spock’s hips, his tanned hands on Spock’s pale skin as he gave himself to the Vulcan where he should have been untouchable.
All that on the crumbled sheets that were never meant to host people having sex.
Kirk’s hand would have wandered into his own pants, had he actually been wearing any. It was a poor substitute, but it was all he got.
Spock would pay for this. Bones would pay for this. Kirk would take his revenge in a well-planned, mutually pleasing way. One day. When there was more blood in this brain.
For now he couldn’t even come up with a coherent thought, other than that Spock should have known better than to make Kirk ejaculate against his own wall.
January 10, 2010