You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the Golden Coast... [Bones, Spock, Jim]

[dctr_mccoy]

The previous day had been long and emotional - a wedding, a party, then getting taken rough against a wall by Jim before collapsing into a deep, coma like sleep. Bones hadn't felt anything change, didn't notice when the ship passed though some temporal disturbanceThe next morning Bones began sliding out of his slumber, reaching out to spoon himself

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[cso_spock]

"If I recall correctly," Spock said as he took out his wallet, remembering walking down the hallway just this morning before that woman caught him, "he arrived with Jim. I do not reciprocate its apparent affection."

They came to the room 735, and he tried the card--it worked. The room was a mirror of Leonard's, with the bathroom and the bed against the other wall, but everything else about the decor was virtually the same. The bed was neat and made, save for a few wrinkles, a plastic bag of toiletries lay on the bathroom counter, and a suitcase was lying on the floor next to the dresser with its lid popped open.

He saw the new, clean clothes in the suit case and he was very tempted to change -- these wrinkles were awful -- but every top he could see had stripes.

[dctr_mccoy]

Soon they were breathing hot, into each other's mouths, groaning and mashing together. His hips canted up into Jim's hand, as they stroked each other, motions getting faster as they heard Spock moan again from the other room.

"Jim," he grunted into his ear, grasping at strong shoulders, skin unmarred by Romulan tattoos. Fuck, what were they doing, Spock right next door, could walk in any minute...

[kirktastic]

He didn't give a shit if Spock walked in. Wasn't anything Spock hadn't seen before. He had what he wanted in his hands, turning his palm and thumbing over the head, keeping up the motions of his hips. Bones' voice in his ear made him groan, turning his head until their cheeks rubbed together, the feeling of unfamiliar stubble against stubble.

"Like that? Bet Spock can hear you too," Jim grinned, a flash of that smile before it dissolved away as his lips parted, eyes closing tight.

[dctr_mccoy]

The stubble was hot, unfamiliar, and yet very Jim. Their tongues slid together with an practiced ease, though the room, the clothes, and their very bodies were different enough to make this experience unforgettable.

It wasn't long before Bones' grip on Jim's shoulder tightened and he spilled, grunting loud over Jim's hand, not knowing or caring who heard.

[kirktastic]

Once Jim had discovered the suppressors during his years, he had never stopped taking them. Having to shave every morning was just a chore he didn't want to have to deal with, specially when he watched Bones shave with a straight razor. While it was incredibly sexy to watch, he had a feeling he would end up slicing his throat with it.

"Ah...!" Jim groaned with the brief flare of pain at his shoulder that turned straight into pleasure, rutting against Bones' hand with a single minded determination. Spock was in the shower, doing the same thing just with his own hand, maybe getting off on listening to them too...

He gasped loudly as everything went cold, then melted inside of him as he came, pressing his forehead against Bones and crying out against him.

[dctr_mccoy]

They lay quiet for a moment, peaceful in each other's arms before they heard the shower turn off. "Can't stay like this," Bones told Jim, kissing his forehead and cleaning off his hand on a pillowcase. "Technically speaking, its his room."

Maybe they could get a bigger room, if they had to stay here, one with two beds so they could all stay together.

Or one big bed. He kissed Jim again, licking at his full bottom lip before sitting up, swinging his legs off the bed.

[kirktastic]

"Somehow I don't think he'll be too upset if we're laying here like this..." Jim stretched out, licking his lips. It was weird how much this felt like his body minus about 10 different aches and pains. "Besides, we can go upstairs and snag the shower from our room." Shower sounded gooood.

[cso_spock]

Contrary to the rest of his experiences, everything here felt extremely sensitive, like when he brushed his hand over the head or curled his fingers underneath to cup his balls. His hand firm around his cock, he massaged them into his other palm, mind sinking down into the warmth and familiarity of all this. His hand squeezed, and he moaned again, chasing it with another stroke that made him gasp

[noah_q]

Forgotten in the corner, Noah was unimpressed by all of this going on around him, and began chewing intently on his back foot.

[dctr_mccoy]

Bones could not disagree with Spock's words.

Tucking himself back into his clothing, he walked past Spock, heading into the bathroom to wash up a bit. "I guess we need to decide what to do next, right? Stay here? Or do you think Christopher's home is safer?" Bones could remember being there once, in a dream.

Going to sit back down next to Jim, he looked over at both of them. "I'm kinda hungry, too."

[kirktastic]

"Quinto, Urban, and Pine are all famous people here." Jim got up and mirrored Bones, going into the bathroom and cleaning up, then tugging on his borrowed jeans. He sat cross legged on the bed and tried to figure out the portable computer. "If we can just leave them a message..."

At the mention of food, his stomach gurgled. Jim looked up sheepishly. "Me too."

[cso_spock]

Spock opened his pair of glasses again, rubbing at the lenses with a towel before sliding them back onto his face. Unsurprisingly, the world cleared up. Unlike in Leonard's room, all of the literature here was still in its proper place, propped up neat on the dresser.

"If the two of you were more concerned with hunger than your physical reunion, you could have investigated their food offerings." Spock tossed the booklet onto the bed next to them. "They may have a relevant service."

Then he found the big chair in the corner and flopped down in it, managing to sit cross-legged and pulling out Quinto's phone again and playing with the menu. "I will find a communication method while you are occupied."

[dctr_mccoy]

He was about to say something smart-ass, but there were pictures on the menu, and that caught his eye. Pushing it at Jim, he murmured, "I want a burger," and began patting the bed next to him, until the dog jumped up next to him, joining him.

"Wonder where you belong, buddy?" he asked, seeing the dog's collar had a name and a number, but nothing else.

[kirktastic]

Jim looked up from his typing, brows up. "I'm busy. You order." He glanced at the menu. "That burger looks good, and the chips and dip." He went back to the computer, trying to figure out how to use the primitive operating system. Something called 'Windows 7'.

[cso_spock]

Spock was just about to investigate this "Twitter" button the phone when he saw Leonard staring hopelessly at the old communicator-like device on the bedside table. And then trying picking up the curved receiver, almost getting himself tangled up with the wires, and then jabbing uncertainly at the numbers

[dctr_mccoy]

He ignored the rolled eyes and scoffs. The telephone was tricky.

Bones looked over at Spock, grateful and irritated at the same time. "Who's the milkshake for?" he asked, carefully, petting the dog drooling on the bed covering.