Fic: Don't kill yourself! Just stick it! - 28 & 29 July 2012 (Chapter 1/6)
Title: Don’t kill yourself! Just stick it! - 28 & 29 July 2012 (Chapter 1/6)
Beta: dizilla and aquila_star
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Word Count: 9,803 (43,000 overall)
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Gaila, Uhura/Spock, McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, Pike, Cupcake, Mitchell & Riley (references to past Gaila/Riley)
Warnings: AU - olympic gymnastics, semi-public sexual encounter, masturbation, imagined voyeurism and threesome
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit!
Summary: Jim Kirk did actually listen while the Olympic Charter was recited to him - Olympism is a philosophy of life, exalting and combining in a balanced whole the qualities of body, will and mind. Blending sport with culture and education, Olympism seeks to create a way of life based on the joy of effort, the educational value of good example, social responsibility and respect for universal fundamental ethical principles.
Being an athlete at the Olympics makes it hard to live up to these principles, especially when you have your father’s footsteps to follow, a growing awareness of your best friend, an antagonistic relationship with your assistant coach, one angry Romanian trying to cause havoc, oh, and a few gold medals to win. Jim Kirk didn’t believe in no-win situations but he was about to be put to the test.
A/N: This was started all the way back in 2009, when a prompt request went up on the STXI Kink meme for a gymnastics au focussing on gymnastics terminology. A certain someone forwarded the request to me and the plot bunnies attacked *glares*. I have worked on this on and off and it’s finally done! It’s been in the hands of the beta’s and while the Olympic fervour is still around, I thought it would be timely to post, considering that I had set it during London 2012. There is gymnastics terminology sprinkled through it and we will just pretend that the results we know that actually happened, didn’t really happen. ;)
Also note that the pairings and warnings are for this chapter only.
Gaila Oriana flicked her hair back over her shoulder as she flashed her athletes pass and winked at the harassed looking door attendant on her way into the North Greenwich Arena 1, more commonly known as the O2 to the locals. These were the Olympics and no sponsorship was supposed to sully them, unless they were any of the ‘official’ ones, then they could claim anything and everything instead. The poor boy blushed as he went back to directing the public that were trying to get in to their seats for the preliminaries of the Men's team comp.
Gaila noted the looks she was receiving when her U.S. team tracksuit top combined with the athlete’s pass hanging around her neck was spotted. The pointing fingers, followed swiftly by the cameras and mobile phones that flashed up to get a shot of an Olympic athlete, even if most of them had no idea who she was. She laughed and passed a flirty look back over her shoulder at the elderly man who was being admonished by his wife as he tried to get a shot of her, both of their faces painted with the Union Jack on their cheeks. She turned away and headed for the athletes section. No reserved seat for her in that area, but her roommate had promised to save her one.
She paused as she stood at the top of the stairs, looking out over the Arena that had now been transformed into a gymnastics venue. There were raised platforms with each apparatus located on top and the judges tables in their prime viewing positions, so they could decide who was worthy and who wasn't. Gaila tossed a sneering look at those tables. The one thing all gymnasts hated almost more than their coaches would have to be the judges.
There was a faint smoky look to the arena. The ever-present layer of chalk that just hung around, which was constantly being replenished as it settled on the blue of the mats and the garish pink and purple podiums, leaving a fine layer of dust on all the equipment. Already there were white marks on the previously pristine blue of the floor, where the teams had left their marks after warming up. There, to the far right of the floor area, were the banks for the Officials and the Head Judges.
Below the Athletes seating section was the media, all with their headsets on and, in some cases, binoculars trained on the those already on the floor. The Floor Manager was walking around, talking on his headset, giving directions and checking his watch and stopwatch constantly. Gaila noted her increase in heart rate. This might be an Artistic comp and she still had another week and a half before her own started, but it was the Olympic Games and it was Gymnastics’ turn for the spotlight.
In the Athletes section, a dark head turned, pony tail flicking out and around as long-lashed eyes spotted Gaila. The woman waved and indicated the spare seat next to her. That pony tail had narrowly missed the Belorussian boy sitting directly behind her and the woman who the pony tail belonged to was oblivious to the damage she had nearly caused. Gaila smiled as she waved back and headed down the stairs, waving at various acquaintances on the other teams she spotted as she walked. Gaila observed the boy and, looking at his even tinier stature than most MAG boys, deduced he had to be Tramp. The poor boy seemed to be seriously reconsidering his seat behind the so-called reigning Ice Princess of WAG. Gaila knew her better.
"Sorry I'm late. T'Pring was after me to check my music, again. I mean, really! I swear she just didn't want me to come and watch those 'over-hyped and over-coached muscle boys with too much sense of entitlement'. Apparently it isn't logical to admire their packages in tight lycra!" Gaila said as she plonked herself down into the seat, wincing at the cold plastic feel of it.
"I am sure it isn't logical that she allowed you out of uniform too, or did you rush back to the room to change after she checked you?" Nyota asked pointedly as she glanced down at the figure hugging leggings that encased Gaila's long legs. One delicately arched eyebrow lifted as she noted the green leg warmers that Gaila had on as well.
"You and your logic!" Gaila laughed. "I have my pass and I have my tracksuit top on. Sitting here, who is going to see my legs?" she asked as she lifted one up in the air, dexterously maneuvering it in the tight space between her chair, the row in front and the French woman seated on her left side. Her movement displayed the flexibility that Rhythmic Gymnasts were often derided for by the rest of the gymnastics community. She noted that most of the male contingent around seemed to be enjoying her display, making her even more hated amongst the various WAG females.
Gaila smiled as she noticed Nyota turn away, humphing her displeasure at Gaila, but a hint of a smile around her lips. As she lowered her leg, she looked down to see the Men’s team on the vault run-up right below their section. One of the team was looking right up at her, smiling broadly. She smiled right back and waved.
"Will you stop distracting the team," Nyota hissed. "It's bad enough that you've already managed to work your way through most of the other teams, but now Jim Kirk? I can't believe Captain Pike got his way and our glory rests on Kirk's shoulders."
"Well, all these fit, lovely boys. I'm so allowed to check them out. Kirk daring to hit on you when he first joined Starfleet Academy still gets to you, doesn't it?" Gaila asked smugly, watching as Kirk turned around and started stretching out again, with his ass facing right up toward her. Her face broke into a wide grin at the pert display from Jim.
The Men’s assistant coach wandered over and started having 'words' with Jim. The animosity between the two was well known even to the Rhythmic Team. Pike made them work together regularly though, and no one went against the Captain's words.
"Oh, look, your lover boy is ruining my display," Gaila pointed out.
"He's not my 'lover boy'," Nyota hissed back, eyes darting around to see if anyone else was listening in to their conversation.
"Fine. Boyfriend. Whatever," Gaila waved airily, but she kept her voice low in order to be mindful of how uncomfortable Nyota was about her relationship with a coach. Gaila was happy to tease Nyota about the matter but didn't want her to be hurt by the judgmental nature of others.
Even from up in the stands, Gaila could see the eye roll that Jim was performing at Spock's retreating back. She looked away from Jim and towards the start of the runway where Hikaru Sulu was leaning forward to laugh at something Pavel Chekov was saying to him as he flexed his feet on the floor. The skinny little boy with his adorable curls looked like the vault could break him, but she knew better. There was tensile strength in those arms and power in the legs. Who better than a Rhythmic Gymnast to know that even in a body that looked like it could easily snap in half in a strong wind, that there was great hidden strength?
As Pavel stood and said something quietly in return to Hikaru, she wondered if today was going to be the day that the pair of them would forget that there was 16,000 plus other people in the arena and turn a manly, friendly slap or hug into something a bit more. Jim had laughed at her suggestion that Hikaru and ‘widdle’ Pavel were more than friends, but then he got a look on his face that told her he was remembering things from training that were making him reconsider.
On the far side of the run-up was Cupcake, aka Caden Burly. His physique proclaimed he was a rings specialist. He had once tried to get Gaila to see if she could wrap her hands around his biceps. She had kindly offered to use her rope instead, around his neck. His animosity to Jim and anyone who sided with him was well known. Pike kept him on a very short leash, but his ring work was outstanding, so he stayed on the team. Luckily his current best buddy and partner in crime, Finnegan, had been put in his place by Jim at the last Olympics trial. Nyota had once commented that she thought that Cupcake would have made an excellent nightclub bouncer.
Acting as a buffer between Cupcake and the rest of the team was Kevin Riley. A slimish attractive blond that Gaila had enjoyed a very pleasant summer break with, getting to know a whole lot better. He wasn't as cocky as most of the MAG boys and they had remained good friends when they invariably parted.
Next she looked towards Gary Mitchell, who was sitting down on the chairs along the wall. He wouldn't be called up to vault, luckily for the team's sake. He was a good solid performer on most of the apparatus but last year during the National trials he had confessed to Gaila that vault scared the bejebus out of him. It was the way, he said, that as you were legging it down the runway, the front of the table got bigger and bigger until it was all you could see and then you invariably hit it. Gary's feet, clad in socks and his slip on sandals were twitching nervously on the floor. although he was trying to hide it under the cocky veneer that was almost as bad as Jim’s. That footwear combination always made Gaila laugh under her breath every time a MAG boy walked past her with the sound of muffled flaps against their feet. Sitting next to Gary and talking quietly to him was the U.S. Gymnastics team doctor.
The good Dr. McCoy. Leonard. Gaila liked his name. Especially when he said it in his delicious Southern accent. T'Pring had accused her once of faking injuries so that she could flirt with the doctor. It was scary how well her coach knew her. Leonard knew that she didn't mean anything by her flirting, because gymnast and team official relationships were a big no no. As she considered this, she flicked a glance toward her roommate, who was watching the team below but one of the coaches intently.
Gaila's attention was drawn back to the fine doctor very quickly. He knew how to flirt right back, although Gaila had picked up that there was something unhappy in his past. There were rumors running rife through the Academy that he had been married and it hadn't ended well. It was odd for a gymnast and an official to share a room, but he and Jim had hit it off the moment the pair of them walked through the door after being discovered by Pike. Dr. McCoy seemed to be one of the few that could boss Jim around almost as well as Pike could. Before Leonard started to room with Jim, Jim had been gaining a fast friendship with Gary and while Gaila liked Gary, he was lazy and more inclined to find ways to cheat his way around training, and Leonard distracted Jim away from Gary.
Pike had snapped at the gymnasts on the runway and they were now all serious business, chalking up and pacing out their strides. Spock was noting the placements of their start positions on his ever present clipboard. Then Hikaru, Jim, Pavel, Cupcake and Kevin all ran through their vaults for the evening. Each one earned a quiet nod from Pike before they slipped on their shoes, and collected their bags and tracksuits before leaving the arena. Their practice was all done, so it was back to the warm up gym for final run-throughs and a Pike pep talk.
Gaila checked her watch and then leaned down to pick up the bag of grapes from her bag under her chair, tossing it Nyota before grabbing another one for herself.
"Eat up, or Number One will get pissed," Gaila said.
Nyota laughed as she opened up the bag and popped a grape in her mouth. "So Number One got to you when T'Pring was there as well?" Nyota asked.
"Yeah, some media were all over those comments about my ball routine on rsg.net from last years Worlds. So they were having a confab and advising me how to answer if the media bring it up with me," Gaila said as she chewed on her grape.
"Ah, the 'just give that girl a pole' comments," Nyota replied. "Did they ever get a reply from the mods about that?"
"It got taken down, but I think T'Pring was more upset about it than me. I mean, really, it was just some Canadians pissed that I was outscoring their girls and tied up the North American Wild card. If they were complaining about my routines being too 'sexual' they never did watch their own Yana Tsikaridze! God, she used to strut onto the floor and show off her curves. Well, as many curves as we ever get. I loved watching her routines. Remember those vids I showed you of the Russian juniors? What Viner did to those kids is disgusting. At least I am of age and seriously, my music was Blue Drag, there is only one way to accurately express that music!" Gaila popped another grape into her mouth as she smiled cheekily at Nyota.
"Lovely routine it is too," a heavily accented voice said from the seats immediately behind them.
Gaila turned her body in the chair to smile at the young man in the Belarusian team uniform. He held his hand out towards her, "Aliaksandr, I am. You are the lovely Gaila, I have seen you perform before."
Gaila extended a hand to the boy in return, who didn't look like he was more than 15, she thought, even though he had to be to be here. "Well aren't you just lovely. Poor you though, stuck here early like me to watch those that look down their noses at us, hmm?"
"Don't think it was Kirk's nose he was looking down at you from," Nyota said sotto voce.
Gaila took her hand back from Aliaksandr, turning in her chair to face towards the Arena floor and smiled gleefully at her room mate. "Well I am glad that he doesn't have a big nose, but I can assure you that the rest of him is beautifully proportioned. I do like a well muscled man. Slim also has its advantages, but, for the moment, nice, thick, strong muscles are quite delightful!"
"You mainly seem to prefer them to be simply male from what I understand," Nyota said pointedly as she popped another grape into her mouth, her well manicured nails with their gold polish flashing under the strong lighting in the arena.
Gaila laughed. "True," she responded. "Boys do come in many fun packages."
Their conversation was halted as the announcer started his spiel, indicating the start of the last qualifiers for the men's team. Both Gaila and Nyota sat up straighter and Nyota pulled a flag out from her bag, passing one end of it to Gaila. Then the teams were being led out by the volunteers. Gaila smiled again at the loping, relaxed strides of the boys, so different to the poised and stuck up nature of the march-ons of WAG or Rhythmic.
As the U.S. Team paraded past the athletes section, Gaila and Uhura jumped up to cheer, waving the flag between them like two demented idiots. Gaila loved to see Nyota let her hair down like this. Just as Jim and Dr. McCoy got odd looks for their friendship, Nyota and herself were also considered to be a case of strange bedfellows. They just worked together really well. Gaila didn't jell at all with the other RG girls. She thought it was mainly because of her flirty nature and that her family was all involved in Artistic Gymnastics that it was so odd for her to have chosen to do Rhythmic. Neither discipline really accepted her, except Nyota who was her first real friend and never judged her interest in the males of the species, even with all the teasing comments back and forth between them. Gaila knew there was no malice, just a confusion at how easily Gaila could change interest from one person to the next. Nyota also never picked on her sport as the other artistic girls were wont to do.
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The next two hours sped by, with Gaila and Nyota keeping close tabs on the scores and alternating between madly cheering for the boys and grumpily acknowledging that the Chinese and Japanese were again very strong. Even Cupcake got a standing ovation from them after he stuck his double back dismount off rings. Nyota had to leave before the last two rotations as she would be competing tomorrow and was also making sure to leave before Number One started calling. Gaila waved goodbye to her, before draping the flag back over her legs and watching the competition intently. She stood to cheer the boys off the floor, after they finished the qualifications just in second place behind the Chinese, waving madly as they spotted her and Jim blew her a kiss.
The crowd thinned out very quickly as the audience headed back to their hotels and homes, leaving behind the hard working volunteers who were starting the clean up and resetting of the gym. Galia laughed at the small argument that was happening in front of the p-bars between Scotty, the Equipment Manager, and his assistant Keenser. Scotty was well known to all the gymnasts due to his friendly face and his brilliant ability at fixing anything to do with the equipment and that delightful accent that Gaila loved to listen to. Although, Scotty seemed to keep well away from Jonathon Archer, the President of the Men's Tech Committee and the Men’s Competition Director here. There was a history there that Gaila had yet to work out, but she would get to the bottom of the mystery eventually.
Gaila caught up with a few of the other late hangers-on from the other teams, before one of the volunteers came along to shoo them away. She headed toward the training gym with some of the Russians that she knew, hoping to catch the boys still in the training gym along with a ride back to the village.
She entered the gym to see Pike talking quietly to Spock off to the side, while the guys were packing up their stuff. The only one not moving was Jim, as he sat with his arm stretched out while Leonard was checking it. On the other side of the gym the paramedics were still around the U.K. contingent and Greg Olson, the great white hope of the locals. He’d had a very nasty fall off the p-bars, which Gaila was very glad she didn't witness first-hand, refusing to watch the replays on the screens of the media contingent. All the other competitors had leaned forward to get a better view, but she hated to see injuries, especially in gymnastics where most could result in paralysis or even, as in the case of Jim's dad, death. She moved swiftly over to Spock and Pike, standing off to the side from the rest, and making sure that she stayed just out of range of their voices, she waited patiently for them to finish their conversation.
Spock was the first to notice her. "Good evening, Miss Oriana. I trust you are well?" he asked.
"I am very well after watching our boys perform most admirably, Mr. Spock," she replied, knowing just which words to use to please him. She turned to Captain Pike, and asked, "is it okay if I catch a ride back in the bus, Captain?" Her tone and body language towards these two men was noticeably lacking in her normal flirtatious manner.
"Of course, Gaila. T'Pring would be most upset with me if I left you here. She said training went well for you today," Pike replied to her.
"Nice to hear she thought so, sir. If I make top 20 we shall count it as a glorious achievement. I think you have your work cut out for you against China and Japan, but if anyone can beat them it will be us. I shall leave you two to continue planning their downfall." Gaila waved goodbye as she left the two coaches to approach the team. Kevin received a kiss on the cheek from her and a quiet word. Gary was in discussion with Cupcake so she just waved in their direction and then stepped over to hip-bump into Hikaru, who was having one of his regular animated discussions with Pavel.
"Hey Hikaru, nice p-bars tonight," she said as she pushed her hip gently into his.
Hikaru turned and gave her a quick hug. "If you hadn't of been up there with Uhura cheering like demented chipmunks then I wouldn't have been inspired to perform that well!"
"Totally, it was all my cheering and had nothing to do with Pike scaring the crap out of you all for the last three years," she smirked. "Hey Pavel," she greeted the baby of the team.
"I know, I know!" he said, his voice displaying his strong Russian accent, even though he had been born in America. "My pommels was crap, I will fix tomorrow at training. I am so mad at myself."
Before Gaila could respond to Pavel's self-recriminations, Pike was calling them all to leave for the bus. Gaila linked her arms with Hikaru on one side and Pavel on the other. She smiled over at Jim, who was having one of his 'discussions' with Leonard, whereby the doctor was probably telling him to be careful, and Jim was ignoring the advice. Jim winked at her and she returned it, then she was leaving the training gym and heading out to the cool, brisk evening of London in July.
Waiting outside were a few die-hard fans, some even recognized her and asked for autographs and photos. Leonard threw his hands up in disgust at the young girl who had removed her jacket so that Jim could sign her skin. Gaila laughed at Leonard as he marched over to the bus and entered it, his disapproval obvious with every step he took. Jim excused himself from the latest autograph hunter when Pike called his name and jogged over to the bus, jumping effortlessly up onto the step before hailing the three of them still signing autographs.
Pavel and Gaila pulled Hikaru away from the small group of fans and rushed over to the bus, where Pike was standing with that look on his face that gave them all a silent lecture on how disappointed he was in their tardiness.
"Sorry, Captain," they each mumbled before entering the bus.
Gaila entered first and noted the spare double seat, but left that option for the two boys behind her. At the very back of the bus were Leonard and Jim. Jim smiled as he patted the seat vacant between the pair of them. She walked past Cupcake and Kevin, left Gary in his single against the window, iPod in his ears and eyes closed and plonked down between the doctor and U.S. gymnastics rising star. She fastened the seat belt and tossed a look at Jim as she felt his fingers play with her hair. He hadn't even bothered to hide his arm along the back of the seat with the old ‘yawn and stretch’ move. He was James T. Kirk and had never bothered to hide his interest. She and Jim were very alike in that matter.
"Nice leg warmers," Jim said, as he slowly looked down her legs.
She stretched one out, all the better for him to see. "Yes, they are, aren't they?" she archly replied.
Leonard was resolutely looking out the window of the bus, the yellow glow from the street lights illuminating the tense look on his face as the bus moved away from the venue. Gaila reached her hand out to touch gently at his leg.
"Hi, Leonard," she said quietly. "Any news on Olson?"
Leonard had turned quickly at her touch. Once he realised it was Gaila who had interrupted his musing, he smiled. "Doesn't sound good. I know they were going to send him off for scans tonight. But he is definitely out for the rest of the Games. How's that ankle of yours?"
Jim leaned over her to smile at Leonard, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Leonard, is it?" he asked.
Gaila looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, "Yes, Leonard. It is his name and I think it is lovely and not at all common, like Jim." She looked back at Leonard, ignoring Jim. "My ankle isn't bad, but you could come to training tomorrow to inspect it properly?" she invited.
"Gaila, darlin', I would love to, but I have to be back at Arena 1 for the Women's qualifications," he declined her invitation but kept smiling at her, seeming to be mostly amused at the put-upon expression on Jim's face because they were both ignoring him. "Plus heaven knows what Pike has planned for this mob too, 'cause certain people didn't perform at their optimum tonight.”
"Hey!" Jim protested, "we qualified the team, Sulu and I made All round final and I think we got in most of the Event finals that Pike had anticipated as well. Way to harsh the squee, Bones!"
"See, that's what I mean!" Gaila said. "Leonard is a perfectly good name, and you, James T. Kirk, God's gift to gymnastics, just have to give him a ridiculous nickname. Now the good doctor is right, you could have done better tonight. Just 'cause you didn't, Pike and Spock are going to drag your asses into the gym tomorrow and poor Leonard is going to miss out on visiting me and seeing all the lovely positions that the human body can get into, instead of having to watch muscle boys attempt to be graceful. Well, apart from Pavel, 'cause he knows how to point his toes."
Jim moved his free arm forward and flexed his bicep. "I seem to remember you being quite appreciative of my muscles last week," he said. "But she's right Bones, I do love to watch her train and if I were you, I would tell Pike that it is imperative to make sure that T'Pring isn't working her too hard before her comp, even if she can get her body into positions most people haven't dreamed of. Got to give a good showing for the good ol' U. S of A." Jim had dropped his arm to rest it on Gaila's leg, his thumb rubbing up and down in a minute movement. "If you do, you gotta invite me along, man. Maybe I'll tell Pike that I am thinking about going into studying medicine and I need to follow you around everywhere."
Leonard laughed. "If you think that excuse will hash with Pike, let alone Spock, you are as dumb as Cupcake thinks you are!"
"Don't you already follow him around everywhere?" Gaila asked Jim.
"I do not!" Jim protested. "He follows me."
Before Leonard could respond, the bus was pulling into the village. Gaila noticed Jim sitting back into his seat, facing the front. She knew that Pike would be turning around to give them all instructions before heading to their rooms. Jim didn't remove his arm from along the back of the seat, though and continued to play with her hair.
Kevin had leaned over to poke Gary awake, the guy was good at dropping off to sleep anywhere. Pavel and Hikaru were sitting straight up like two little school boys awaiting instructions. Sure enough, Pike told them that their snacks would be waiting for them in their rooms and to head there asap. Also that tomorrow there would be instructions sent to their emails about the time for training, so to check them first thing. Then they were all heading out of the bus; Leonard, Gaila and Jim the last to leave. Spock was standing off to the side and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the three of them heading toward their apartment block section.
As they entered the elevator, Leonard hit the floor four button. Jim reached over and pressed the button for Gaila's floor. At Leonard's raised eyebrow Jim responded, "I'll just walk Gaila to her door," he said.
"Sure you will, Jim," Bones replied resolutely staring straight ahead. "You heard Pike, straight to your room was the order. If your ass isn't back in there in ten minutes, I'll go get Spock."
"Don't worry Leonard, I'll be done with him in five minutes," Gaila interjected. "He's all smelly, sweaty and chalky."
"Hey!" Jim protested.
The elevator doors opened on floor four and Leonard got out, laughing. "See you in five, Jim."
"Yeah, yeah," Jim agreed as the doors slid shut. He moved into Gaila's personal space, pressing her up against the stainless steel railing of the elevator wall as it started moving again. "I'm smelly and sweaty, hmm?" he asked as he nuzzled the space below her ear that he knew made her shiver.
"Yes," Gaila moaned, before tilting her head and directing his mouth where she wanted it, onto hers. Gaila knew Jim well and didn't start with a soft touch or gentle caress. Jim liked his kisses to be aggressive and forthright, so that is what she gave him.
Jim pulled her out of the elevator, when the doors opened on her floor. Neither broke the kiss as Jim walked her back in the direction of her door, one hand tangled in her soft curls, the other holding onto his jacket and her hip. He broke away from the kiss with reluctance when he reached her door. "Your stop, I believe."
Gaila looked at the door, behind which she knew that Nyota would be, fast asleep in preparation for tomorrow, then back at Jim with his pink pouty lips, swollen and glistening from kissing her. She could see the leotard that he had removed from his upper body, visible under his t-shirt and bunched around his waist. She looked toward the end of the corridor and, turning back to Jim, grabbed his hand and pulled him down to the lounge area at the far end, which had a view out onto the communal square.
She darted around the side of the small lounge area and backed along the wall, so that anyone walking down the corridor would not know they were there. She dropped her bag onto the floor and grabbed at Jim's face with both her hands to drag him forward into another torrid kiss. Jim took the hint and dropped his tracksuit top and his bag onto the floor alongside hers, pressing her into the wall. Gaila slid her hands off of Jim's face to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. She moved her leg up to wrap around his ass and, with the strength that many underestimated in her, pulled his groin toward hers. Jim wrapped a hand under her thigh and pressed it back into the wall. Gaila smiled into the kiss as she straightened her leg, knowing that Jim got a kick out of how flexible she was. Jim moved his kisses from her mouth to trail down her neck.
"I really like those leg warmers," he murmured around kisses, as he pushed the collar of her top aside so he could attack her neck.
"No marks," she ordered.
"I know," he responded, pausing before glancing up at her and smirking. "Gumby."
Gaila responded by wrapping her leg around his shoulders to hold him in place with all her body, and remind him exactly what she was capable of. "What was that?"
"Well you are green and bendy, so Gumby," Jim said. "Thought I would give you a nickname to fit in with Bones."
"Does that make you Pokey?" Gaila asked as she flexed her hips forward slightly, one eyebrow raising in amusement at the gasp she withdrew from Jim.
"I would love to stay and prove to you that I am most definitely Pokey, but well, tomorrow?" he asked.
Gaila laughed. "Only you could turn a children's show porny. Maybe," she offered. "Or maybe I might like to go along and cheer my teammates, which you should totally be doing too, as they came along to support you."
Jim let go of her leg as he stepped away. "Yeah, maybe. I'll call you tomorrow." He stepped back in to press a quick kiss to her lips.
"Off you go, back to 'your Bones'," Gaila waggled her eyebrows.
"Hey! I saw the way you were looking at our doctor. No touching the officials, they are out of bounds," Jim waggled his finger at her.
"I'm a good girl, I won't step on your property, unless he wants to be stepped on with you," she said.
"If that is the way it is, I'll just ask him when I get back," Jim smirked. "I'm sure we could treat you right."
Gaila smacked him on the shoulder in mock horror. "Go on, get! You better run before Leonard calls Spock on you."
Jim smiled as he grabbed his stuff off the floor and then was running for the stairwell to head back to his room for the evening.
Gaila stayed where she was as she tried to calm herself down from her state of arousal.
It didn't work so, she slipped her hand down her body and into her leggings, thinking of the possibility of a menage a trois with Jim and Leonard. The images of being pressed up between the doctor with his long slender fingers and, yes, she had noticed his well endowed package, and the strong, thickly muscled build of Jim was enough to make her already wet panties even wetter. Hazel eyes on one side and ice blue on the other. She imagined the idea of their hands on her body, Jim fondling her breasts and Leonard her ass as they kissed each other above her, tongues tangling, intent on possessing each other and she was coming quicker than than she anticipated. She kept her eyes closed as she slowly came back to herself, breaths evening out. She released her bottom lip from where she had bit it to muffle her cries of release, licking over it with her tongue to soothe the hurt.
She slid her hand out of her leggings, bringing her hand up to smell her own scent, smiling that soft smile of release as she bent to pick up her bag and return to her room. Her smile got wider as she reached towards her pass to swipe her into the room, Jim had been in a worse state than her when he left, those pants of his in no way hid his erection and he was heading back to a roommate who was wide awake. She might just have to see about helping Jim with his frustration issues tomorrow.
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As Jim swiped himself into his room, he had his top and his bag, ready to dump them on the table by the door and head straight into the bathroom.
"You're a minute late," Bones called out as he heard the door open.
"Yeah, yeah," Jim replied as he entered the bathroom.
"Hey!" Bones yelled at him. "Food first!"
"In a bit," Jim yelled back as he started to strip off his clothes. He dumped them on the floor by the door, grabbed his towel to hang over the edge of the shower stall and reached in to turn on the water. One hand stretched out to test the temperature of the water and the other wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking up and down. When the heat felt just right, Jim stepped in and closed the glass door behind him. He raised his head up, closed his eyes and let the water run down his face. He just concentrated on the feel of his hand gliding across his sensitive flesh.
His mind started to wander, pondering what Gaila had said earlier about Bones. The image of their room, blinds drawn and one lamp illuminating the room was clear in his head. Jim imagined himself seated in a chair under that lamp, looking at the nearest bed. On that bed were the naked figures of Gaila and Bones. Gaila had her head thrown back, red curls tousled and spread out underneath her. Long arms and sensuous fingers trailing down the solid back of Bones, as one of her legs was lifted and wrapped around Bones' waist. Jim's imagination then moved onto Bones, the way that his hips would snap forward as he glided into the wet heat of Gaila. She was moaning at each press forward, the little breathy moans that Jim knew very well. His eyes drifted back to watch the clenching of the muscles in Bones' ass as he sped up his movements.
Jim's fantasy was being greatly helped by the fact he had seen both the stars of this little show naked in real life. He hadn't seen Bones hard or in the throes of passion--and wasn't that just a stupid saying, but he had wandered into their joint bathroom back at the Academy a number of times, early in the morning, while Bones was still in the shower. Luckily he was secure enough in his own body image that he wasn't threatened by Bones' impressive size. He was damned sure that if Bones was up for Gaila's suggestion then she would be very pleased with the results.
Jim struggled to hold back his cries as he sped up the movements on his cock, in time with the movements of his dream Bones. His other hand slapped onto the tiled wall to help hold himself up as the couple on the bed writhed toward their completion. Bones raised his head from where he had been sucking on Gaila's neck to stare at Jim, sitting in the chair wanking to their movements. His hazel eyes intense before his lids dropped closed, his head dropped back and those pouty Angelina Jolie lips of his opened to allow his cry of release to escape. The image of Bones coming was enough for Jim, and he released his own cry as he spurted over his hand, his come spurting onto the glass wall of the shower. He knew he was going to have to try and clean it up in a bit before Bones could bitch about how disgusting it was. First he released his cock and washed away the remaining spunk, before splashing water onto the screen to make the rest of it flow down and then to the drain.
Jim finished his shower, stretching out his muscles under the warmth of the water. He considered that he probably should have adjusted the temperature to something a bit colder, as the lactic acid build up would be hell to sort out tomorrow. He brushed his teeth, collected his clothes from the floor and walked out into the bedroom, towel wrapped securely around his waist.
"You know, I think the Germans three doors down didn't hear you. Next time you need to jerk off, try for a bit louder. I'm sure the rest of the floor needed to hear you at midnight," Bones said as he resolutely stared at the book open on his lap as he lounged on his bed.
Jim dumped his clothes on his bed, reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of cotton boxers. He sniffed them before dropping the towel and pulling them on.
"You only gave me ten minutes and the lovely Gaila is, well, lovely," Jim replied. He then set about hanging his tracksuit up in the wardrobe and tossing his leotard and shorts into the wash basket. He emptied his comp bag, putting back the spare set of uniform. "Considering that they ran out of condoms after the first week of Sydney, I gather that the majority of our roommates would be making the most of the free ones given out here right at this moment. The only reason they haven't run out yet is that they ordered three times as many. I checked it out too. The IOC's budget for condoms is more than some countries export costs for a whole year! Yet here are you and I, on a Saturday night, and what are we doing? Not using any of those lovely free products available to us."
"Shut up, Jim," Bones said as he tossed a packet onto Jim's bed. "Eat your food. Which you should have done before you got in the shower, by the way."
Jim flipped him off as he climbed onto his bed and grabbed the bag, tearing it open to get at the snacks inside. Jim started munching away on the carrot sticks first, taking great delight in the noise they made as he bit into them.
"You know I like Gaila--," Bones started to say.
"And the but is?" Jim asked.
"How serious is it with you two? 'Cause the word is that she has been enjoying some attention from one of the Brazilian Volleyballers," Bones said.
"Dude or chick?" Jim asked. "Hell, either would be totally hot. Gotta love a Brazilian, Bones. And ‘the word’? What are you? Twelve?" Jim laughed at him.
"You don't care?" Bones confirmed.
"Bones, my man. Gaila and I are free to pursue other interests. We are both similar creatures that appreciate the human body honed to perfection," Jim said as he popped another carrot in his mouth. "Speaking of, if you are interested she did express an interest in you earlier. I know you are all for the Officials/Athlete no-go zone, but this is Gaila. Not many say no to her."
Jim took in the open mouthed posture of his best friend, causing his smile to increase to the one that Bones called his 'devil look'. Bones snapped his mouth shut and pointed a finger at Jim.
"Now, now Bones, before you make a hasty judgment. Consider that her invitation was for you and me both to assist her out," Jim teased him.
"What?" Bones asked, his face expressing his shock.
"C'mon! You mean you have never been invited for a threesome before? What better way for your first time than with a woman who can put both legs behind her ears easily and also with your best friend?" Jim battered his eyelashes at Bones, as he tossed the now empty snack bag onto his bedside table.
Bones picked up his pillow and tossed it at Jim, "You little fucker! That's just wrong on so many levels."
"Live a little, Bones. It's right on so many levels. You change your mind, you let me know." Jim tossed the pillow back to Bones and then climbed under the quilt, snuggling down and flipping off the switch to his bedside light. "I'll dream of you and Gaila."
Bones took the hint and crawled under his own covers, grumbling as he turned off his own light. "Besides the fact that Pike, Number One and T'Pring would be lining up to cut off my balls if I so much as touched any of the athletes, you keep your pervy thoughts to yourself."
"Night, Bones. Sweet dreams," Jim was determined to get the last word in.
Bones snorted his response and let Jim win this round.
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"Mr. Kirk, if you are quite finished with your conversation, I do believe you were next up on pommels?" Pike's dry voice could be heard clearly over the babble of voices in the training gym.
Jim turned away from Pavel and Sulu, who were stretching out on the floor in a corner of the mat, saluted smartly toward Pike, and headed over to the pommels. "Aye, aye, Sir!"
"Your whole routine, if you please," Pike ordered once Jim was standing on the opposite side of the pommels.
Jim raised an eyebrow but moved over to chalk up his hands and check the adjustments on the pommel to ensure that they had been set at the correct width for his grip. Spock had obviously done his normal meticulous job and they were perfectly set up. He looked back up at Pike to see the man standing very casually, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for Jim. Over Pike's shoulder, Jim could see the Romanians training. Their head coach was barking instructions in Romanian and occasionally throwing looks over toward the U.S. Team. More specifically, the looks seemed to be aimed at Spock and they were not of a friendly nature. Jim shrugged and then looked back at the pommels, visualizing his mount. He took a deep breath and, with strength and grace, mounted the pommel, straight into his circle work.
All the noise in the gym faded into the background as Jim just felt his way through the routine. His only focus was on the moves he had to perform, the link from one move to the next and the still form of Pike out of the corner of his eye. For those familiar with Jim, they would have noticed that twice there was a little twitch between his brows. Finally he was pushing up to handstand and rotating as he dismounted off the pommel. He held his final pose, clicking his heels together, until he heard a slight exhale from Pike. Then he lowered his arms, relaxed his posture and wandered over to Pike.
Jim stood there for a minute while Pike was staring at him, arms crossed and obviously thinking about what he was going to say. Unlike others who would fidget or start to talk nervously, Jim waited, knowing this was a Pike special to make his gymnasts nervous. Jim wasn’t going to get sucked in. When Pike was good and ready he would tell him what he was happy with, and what he wasn’t. Jim knew he had a reputation for how casual he would stand, people had reported his lack of ‘respect’ which couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Mr. Kirk,” Pike finally said, his grey eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Jim. “Care to explain to me why you are arching in the Kehr?”
“Gotta protect the package, man!” Jim replied, a little smirk on his face. He knew it was a bad mistake, but couldn’t resist a smart ass remark. He could hear the muffled laughter from the direction of where Sulu and Pavel were.
“Mr. Kirk!” Pike wasn’t impressed. “Work on the mushroom and I want to hear from Spock that he is satisfied you are opening your hips correctly.”
Jim bit his lip, knowing he would push it badly if he responded with some innuendo, even though it was hard not to. There was too much in this sport that just begged to be made into innuendo.
“Yes, sir.” Jim nodded and looked serious to let Pike know he had received the instruction. Team finals meant everything at Worlds and Olympics, and theirs was tomorrow.
“Go.” Pike ordered before yelling for Sulu to be next up on the pommels.
It took Jim nearly half an hour before Spock was satisfied enough to let him move onto the next apparatus. In that time he had watched Bones wander in and have a quiet word with Christine Chapel, the team physiotherapist, before he was off presumably back to the main training arena and the Women’s qualifying team.
The rest of the training felt like it was taking all day, going over and over the same skills they had been working on for the past year, some of them even longer than that. Eventually they were allowed to collect their tracksuits and head into the main area to cheer on the girls. Jim was pulling on his jacket as he walked briskly to the doorway and he saw the Romanian head coach making a comment as he walked past Pike and Spock. There was something in the way that both Pike and Spock were standing that made Jim think it wasn’t a friendly conversation. He was tempted to wander over but Sulu was calling his name, so he headed after his teammates.
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“Scoot over, Jim.”
Jim looked up at Gaila, her voice had shocked him out of his concentration on the competition happening down on the floor in front of him. He looked to the side, noticing the seats in their row were all full, but one glance at Gaila was enough to know that she expected him to make space for her. He considered the size of the seat and knew that it wasn’t going to fit both of them side by side.
He patted his lap as he smiled at Gaila. She laughed at him and, in the small space, turned around and elegantly sat down on his lap. With a little shift he got her seated comfortably so that he could still see the action.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“Uhura is killing it, and the rest of the girls doing well.” Jim calculated the scores in his head quickly. “Should qualify first with, I guess, Russia second and China third. Got another rotation to go.”
Gaila nodded and settled in to watch the rest of the competition.
Jim tensed a little bit as he watched the girls walk from the beam to the vault area. Uhura was walking at the back and she was joined by Bones. There was a quiet conversation going on between them and Jim knew that expression on Bones’ face well. It was his Southern shtick, where his charm and smoothness was fully on display. While Jim was good at annoying Uhura, he still respected her abilities. She always appeared so cool and calm, and there was just some perverse part of him that just couldn’t resist teasing her. She looked way too relaxed, and even flirty, as she chatted with Bones for his liking.
“What is it?” Gaila asked quietly. She had figured out that something was up and knew with other countries athletes around to keep their discussion on the down low.
Jim made sure she was looking at him before he flicked his eye-line toward Uhura and Bones and said, “Later.”
Gaila looked at him, a little disbelieving, before she relented with a small smile and turned back to watch the girls warm up for vault.
They all held their breath while the final rotation was underway, hoping to keep their scores up and with no injuries. The relief at the end was very welcome when all pulled up well. Although, Jim noted that Uhura didn’t perform the vault that she had been training. She had done an easier version during the competition, taking out the ½ twist at the end.
They stayed a little longer, watching the second group with the Russian and Chinese teams competing. Number One would be going over things in details with the other girls while they cooled down and wouldn’t appreciate the men’s team hovering around and disturbing them all.
Jim knew he spent more time looking around than he should have, trying to catch a glimpse of Bones coming into the stadium, for some reason. It wasn’t logical but he just wanted to see his friend.
As they excused themselves between a rotation change and started to head for the training gym, Gaila tugged on Jim’s arm to make him drop a little back from the others.
“You aren’t being subtle,” she said.
“What?” Jim asked, not knowing what on earth Gaila was on about.
“Leonard.” Gaila had a smug little smile on her face as she said Bones’ name, dragging out the vowels with a hint of her Russian ancestry showing through.
Jim glared at her as he started to walk a bit quicker, hoping to catch the others.
Once again, she grabbed his arm to slow him down.
“I bet you that when we get into the gym and Leonard is with Uhura, you won’t be able to stop yourself from glaring, jealously.”
“Bullshit!” Jim said, trying to think what on earth was making Gaila come to that conclusion. “When am I ever jealous?”
“You don’t believe me,” Gaila stated. “Fine, but after my suggestion yesterday, who did you think of?” The smug look on her face was still there.
Jim stopped as he thought again of his vision yesterday. Bones had featured in it, but it was just because Gaila suggested the threesome. When Jim thought about it some more, he realized it wasn’t a threesome he had thought of-- it was Bones fucking Gaila while he watched. He knew how gorgeous Gaila looked when she was aroused and enjoying herself, but Bones had been his focus. Jim could feel himself stir thinking about that daydream.
“Fuck off, you are projecting,” Jim said, but he counteracted his harsh words with a smile.
“We’ll see,” Gaila sing-songed back at him before she turned and skipped, honest to goodness skipped, down the passageway. Jim just shook his head and followed her until she stopped suddenly, just before the doorway to the main training gym.
“Oh, what was the later thingy you were going to tell me?”
Jim shook his head at her flitting fast from one conversation topic to another. Others called her a ditz because of it, but Jim knew she was sharply intelligent.
“Uhura pulled out of her normal vault, took the ½ twist out,” he said.
“Yes, I know. That was all?”
“That’s all? She pulls out of her difficulty and you think it’s okay?”
“Number One was concerned about her over-training, you know she is as bad as you. Her back has been a little sore, so Leonard was working with her this morning. That’s why they took it out. Her vault is still one of the higher start scores without the ½ twist, but gives them a little room if it was causing her issues.”
Gaila’s explanation cleared up his concern, and he now understood the conversation on the floor between Bones and Uhura. It also explained why Bones wasn’t in the room earlier in the day when Jim woke up.
Sure enough, as they entered the training gym, Uhura was talking with Bones and Chapel, smiling at each other as they conversed. Jim knew the smiles were mainly because you didn’t want to give your competitors a hint of anything being wrong, as this sport was all about the mental edge you could get on them to put doubt in their mind instead.
Jim wandered over to give Uhura his congratulations and, like always, she seemed disbelieving of his sincerity. Even Bones gave him a rolled eyed expression before wandering over to chat with Number One, Pike and Spock. Jim was left standing on his own, even Christine had deserted him.
“Told you,” Gaila whispered in his ear.
Jim, maturedly poked his tongue out at her in response.
“You won’t win her over easily. You’ve tried to hit on her too many times.”
“It was just too much fun. She’s a great gymnast though.”
“One day she might even think you are okay,” Gaila smirked at him. She wended her arm through his so they could stand together and observe all the colour and movement of the teams excitedly talking to each other, the adrenaline of competition being relaxed for the moment.
“Hey! I’m the best,” Jim protested.
“Sure you are.” Gaila looked at him with a little wicked glance that he knew promised that he would have to prove that later.
They lapsed back into their comfortable silence, with occasional comments about other countries’ gymnasts that they had gossip on, or Sulu and Chekov’s intense one-on-one discussion as the pair of them leaned up against the wall and waited for the call to leave the gym.
It didn’t take long before Spock was assigned that duty. The Men’s team and Gaila were the first to be called, and Jim hid his little smile of pleasure when Bones joined them in the trek to the Team bus.
Weirdly, Jim had noticed the Romanian Men’s coach was hanging around the gym again and seemed to be having another not-quite cordial discussion with Pike over in the far corner, before Pike left to go to one of the other training gyms.
Jim continued his normal flirtation with Gaila on the trip back to the village, with an occasional glance in Bones’ direction. Bones was resolutely staring out the window, giving grunts as answers if he was asked a question.
The others all agreed to head to the dining hall, but Jim thought he might take the opportunity for some alone time with Gaila, seeing as it was likely that Uhura would be a while. His idea was curtailed when Bones grabbed him by the back of his hoodie and stopped him following her.
“Oh no you don’t. Food,” Bones growled at him.
“Jeez, you’re a grumpy asshole today.”
Gaila was laughing at the pair of them.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jim,” she said as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Be gentle with him, Leonard. He’s had to learn some new things today.” Gaila winked at him as she spoke to Bones, before leaning up to also press a kiss to Bones’ cheek.
The sass of her was unbelievable. She had also let Jim know not to try and contact her later without saying a direct word.
“Fine, dinner date with you then. At least attempt to smile, I hate when my dates have that sour look on their face,” Jim said as he slapped Bones on the shoulder in the way that he knew Bones hated.
“When do you even bother with dinner, Mr. Wham-Bam Thank You Ma’am?” Bones asked, but a little smile lurked at the edges of his lips. He never could resist Jim’s teasing for too long.
Gaila was definitely wrong about Bones and him, they were best friends, and fine, he wasn’t going to get laid tonight, but at least he had Bones to keep him company.
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Chapter 2 here
Beta: dizilla and aquila_star
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Word Count: 9,803 (43,000 overall)
Pairings/Characters: Kirk/Gaila, Uhura/Spock, McCoy, Sulu, Chekov, Pike, Cupcake, Mitchell & Riley (references to past Gaila/Riley)
Warnings: AU - olympic gymnastics, semi-public sexual encounter, masturbation, imagined voyeurism and threesome
Disclaimer: Not mine, dammit!
Summary: Jim Kirk did actually listen while the Olympic Charter was recited to him - Olympism is a philosophy of life, exalting and combining in a balanced whole the qualities of body, will and mind. Blending sport with culture and education, Olympism seeks to create a way of life based on the joy of effort, the educational value of good example, social responsibility and respect for universal fundamental ethical principles.
Being an athlete at the Olympics makes it hard to live up to these principles, especially when you have your father’s footsteps to follow, a growing awareness of your best friend, an antagonistic relationship with your assistant coach, one angry Romanian trying to cause havoc, oh, and a few gold medals to win. Jim Kirk didn’t believe in no-win situations but he was about to be put to the test.
A/N: This was started all the way back in 2009, when a prompt request went up on the STXI Kink meme for a gymnastics au focussing on gymnastics terminology. A certain someone forwarded the request to me and the plot bunnies attacked *glares*. I have worked on this on and off and it’s finally done! It’s been in the hands of the beta’s and while the Olympic fervour is still around, I thought it would be timely to post, considering that I had set it during London 2012. There is gymnastics terminology sprinkled through it and we will just pretend that the results we know that actually happened, didn’t really happen. ;)
Also note that the pairings and warnings are for this chapter only.
Gaila Oriana flicked her hair back over her shoulder as she flashed her athletes pass and winked at the harassed looking door attendant on her way into the North Greenwich Arena 1, more commonly known as the O2 to the locals. These were the Olympics and no sponsorship was supposed to sully them, unless they were any of the ‘official’ ones, then they could claim anything and everything instead. The poor boy blushed as he went back to directing the public that were trying to get in to their seats for the preliminaries of the Men's team comp.
Gaila noted the looks she was receiving when her U.S. team tracksuit top combined with the athlete’s pass hanging around her neck was spotted. The pointing fingers, followed swiftly by the cameras and mobile phones that flashed up to get a shot of an Olympic athlete, even if most of them had no idea who she was. She laughed and passed a flirty look back over her shoulder at the elderly man who was being admonished by his wife as he tried to get a shot of her, both of their faces painted with the Union Jack on their cheeks. She turned away and headed for the athletes section. No reserved seat for her in that area, but her roommate had promised to save her one.
She paused as she stood at the top of the stairs, looking out over the Arena that had now been transformed into a gymnastics venue. There were raised platforms with each apparatus located on top and the judges tables in their prime viewing positions, so they could decide who was worthy and who wasn't. Gaila tossed a sneering look at those tables. The one thing all gymnasts hated almost more than their coaches would have to be the judges.
There was a faint smoky look to the arena. The ever-present layer of chalk that just hung around, which was constantly being replenished as it settled on the blue of the mats and the garish pink and purple podiums, leaving a fine layer of dust on all the equipment. Already there were white marks on the previously pristine blue of the floor, where the teams had left their marks after warming up. There, to the far right of the floor area, were the banks for the Officials and the Head Judges.
Below the Athletes seating section was the media, all with their headsets on and, in some cases, binoculars trained on the those already on the floor. The Floor Manager was walking around, talking on his headset, giving directions and checking his watch and stopwatch constantly. Gaila noted her increase in heart rate. This might be an Artistic comp and she still had another week and a half before her own started, but it was the Olympic Games and it was Gymnastics’ turn for the spotlight.
In the Athletes section, a dark head turned, pony tail flicking out and around as long-lashed eyes spotted Gaila. The woman waved and indicated the spare seat next to her. That pony tail had narrowly missed the Belorussian boy sitting directly behind her and the woman who the pony tail belonged to was oblivious to the damage she had nearly caused. Gaila smiled as she waved back and headed down the stairs, waving at various acquaintances on the other teams she spotted as she walked. Gaila observed the boy and, looking at his even tinier stature than most MAG boys, deduced he had to be Tramp. The poor boy seemed to be seriously reconsidering his seat behind the so-called reigning Ice Princess of WAG. Gaila knew her better.
"Sorry I'm late. T'Pring was after me to check my music, again. I mean, really! I swear she just didn't want me to come and watch those 'over-hyped and over-coached muscle boys with too much sense of entitlement'. Apparently it isn't logical to admire their packages in tight lycra!" Gaila said as she plonked herself down into the seat, wincing at the cold plastic feel of it.
"I am sure it isn't logical that she allowed you out of uniform too, or did you rush back to the room to change after she checked you?" Nyota asked pointedly as she glanced down at the figure hugging leggings that encased Gaila's long legs. One delicately arched eyebrow lifted as she noted the green leg warmers that Gaila had on as well.
"You and your logic!" Gaila laughed. "I have my pass and I have my tracksuit top on. Sitting here, who is going to see my legs?" she asked as she lifted one up in the air, dexterously maneuvering it in the tight space between her chair, the row in front and the French woman seated on her left side. Her movement displayed the flexibility that Rhythmic Gymnasts were often derided for by the rest of the gymnastics community. She noted that most of the male contingent around seemed to be enjoying her display, making her even more hated amongst the various WAG females.
Gaila smiled as she noticed Nyota turn away, humphing her displeasure at Gaila, but a hint of a smile around her lips. As she lowered her leg, she looked down to see the Men’s team on the vault run-up right below their section. One of the team was looking right up at her, smiling broadly. She smiled right back and waved.
"Will you stop distracting the team," Nyota hissed. "It's bad enough that you've already managed to work your way through most of the other teams, but now Jim Kirk? I can't believe Captain Pike got his way and our glory rests on Kirk's shoulders."
"Well, all these fit, lovely boys. I'm so allowed to check them out. Kirk daring to hit on you when he first joined Starfleet Academy still gets to you, doesn't it?" Gaila asked smugly, watching as Kirk turned around and started stretching out again, with his ass facing right up toward her. Her face broke into a wide grin at the pert display from Jim.
The Men’s assistant coach wandered over and started having 'words' with Jim. The animosity between the two was well known even to the Rhythmic Team. Pike made them work together regularly though, and no one went against the Captain's words.
"Oh, look, your lover boy is ruining my display," Gaila pointed out.
"He's not my 'lover boy'," Nyota hissed back, eyes darting around to see if anyone else was listening in to their conversation.
"Fine. Boyfriend. Whatever," Gaila waved airily, but she kept her voice low in order to be mindful of how uncomfortable Nyota was about her relationship with a coach. Gaila was happy to tease Nyota about the matter but didn't want her to be hurt by the judgmental nature of others.
Even from up in the stands, Gaila could see the eye roll that Jim was performing at Spock's retreating back. She looked away from Jim and towards the start of the runway where Hikaru Sulu was leaning forward to laugh at something Pavel Chekov was saying to him as he flexed his feet on the floor. The skinny little boy with his adorable curls looked like the vault could break him, but she knew better. There was tensile strength in those arms and power in the legs. Who better than a Rhythmic Gymnast to know that even in a body that looked like it could easily snap in half in a strong wind, that there was great hidden strength?
As Pavel stood and said something quietly in return to Hikaru, she wondered if today was going to be the day that the pair of them would forget that there was 16,000 plus other people in the arena and turn a manly, friendly slap or hug into something a bit more. Jim had laughed at her suggestion that Hikaru and ‘widdle’ Pavel were more than friends, but then he got a look on his face that told her he was remembering things from training that were making him reconsider.
On the far side of the run-up was Cupcake, aka Caden Burly. His physique proclaimed he was a rings specialist. He had once tried to get Gaila to see if she could wrap her hands around his biceps. She had kindly offered to use her rope instead, around his neck. His animosity to Jim and anyone who sided with him was well known. Pike kept him on a very short leash, but his ring work was outstanding, so he stayed on the team. Luckily his current best buddy and partner in crime, Finnegan, had been put in his place by Jim at the last Olympics trial. Nyota had once commented that she thought that Cupcake would have made an excellent nightclub bouncer.
Acting as a buffer between Cupcake and the rest of the team was Kevin Riley. A slimish attractive blond that Gaila had enjoyed a very pleasant summer break with, getting to know a whole lot better. He wasn't as cocky as most of the MAG boys and they had remained good friends when they invariably parted.
Next she looked towards Gary Mitchell, who was sitting down on the chairs along the wall. He wouldn't be called up to vault, luckily for the team's sake. He was a good solid performer on most of the apparatus but last year during the National trials he had confessed to Gaila that vault scared the bejebus out of him. It was the way, he said, that as you were legging it down the runway, the front of the table got bigger and bigger until it was all you could see and then you invariably hit it. Gary's feet, clad in socks and his slip on sandals were twitching nervously on the floor. although he was trying to hide it under the cocky veneer that was almost as bad as Jim’s. That footwear combination always made Gaila laugh under her breath every time a MAG boy walked past her with the sound of muffled flaps against their feet. Sitting next to Gary and talking quietly to him was the U.S. Gymnastics team doctor.
The good Dr. McCoy. Leonard. Gaila liked his name. Especially when he said it in his delicious Southern accent. T'Pring had accused her once of faking injuries so that she could flirt with the doctor. It was scary how well her coach knew her. Leonard knew that she didn't mean anything by her flirting, because gymnast and team official relationships were a big no no. As she considered this, she flicked a glance toward her roommate, who was watching the team below but one of the coaches intently.
Gaila's attention was drawn back to the fine doctor very quickly. He knew how to flirt right back, although Gaila had picked up that there was something unhappy in his past. There were rumors running rife through the Academy that he had been married and it hadn't ended well. It was odd for a gymnast and an official to share a room, but he and Jim had hit it off the moment the pair of them walked through the door after being discovered by Pike. Dr. McCoy seemed to be one of the few that could boss Jim around almost as well as Pike could. Before Leonard started to room with Jim, Jim had been gaining a fast friendship with Gary and while Gaila liked Gary, he was lazy and more inclined to find ways to cheat his way around training, and Leonard distracted Jim away from Gary.
Pike had snapped at the gymnasts on the runway and they were now all serious business, chalking up and pacing out their strides. Spock was noting the placements of their start positions on his ever present clipboard. Then Hikaru, Jim, Pavel, Cupcake and Kevin all ran through their vaults for the evening. Each one earned a quiet nod from Pike before they slipped on their shoes, and collected their bags and tracksuits before leaving the arena. Their practice was all done, so it was back to the warm up gym for final run-throughs and a Pike pep talk.
Gaila checked her watch and then leaned down to pick up the bag of grapes from her bag under her chair, tossing it Nyota before grabbing another one for herself.
"Eat up, or Number One will get pissed," Gaila said.
Nyota laughed as she opened up the bag and popped a grape in her mouth. "So Number One got to you when T'Pring was there as well?" Nyota asked.
"Yeah, some media were all over those comments about my ball routine on rsg.net from last years Worlds. So they were having a confab and advising me how to answer if the media bring it up with me," Gaila said as she chewed on her grape.
"Ah, the 'just give that girl a pole' comments," Nyota replied. "Did they ever get a reply from the mods about that?"
"It got taken down, but I think T'Pring was more upset about it than me. I mean, really, it was just some Canadians pissed that I was outscoring their girls and tied up the North American Wild card. If they were complaining about my routines being too 'sexual' they never did watch their own Yana Tsikaridze! God, she used to strut onto the floor and show off her curves. Well, as many curves as we ever get. I loved watching her routines. Remember those vids I showed you of the Russian juniors? What Viner did to those kids is disgusting. At least I am of age and seriously, my music was Blue Drag, there is only one way to accurately express that music!" Gaila popped another grape into her mouth as she smiled cheekily at Nyota.
"Lovely routine it is too," a heavily accented voice said from the seats immediately behind them.
Gaila turned her body in the chair to smile at the young man in the Belarusian team uniform. He held his hand out towards her, "Aliaksandr, I am. You are the lovely Gaila, I have seen you perform before."
Gaila extended a hand to the boy in return, who didn't look like he was more than 15, she thought, even though he had to be to be here. "Well aren't you just lovely. Poor you though, stuck here early like me to watch those that look down their noses at us, hmm?"
"Don't think it was Kirk's nose he was looking down at you from," Nyota said sotto voce.
Gaila took her hand back from Aliaksandr, turning in her chair to face towards the Arena floor and smiled gleefully at her room mate. "Well I am glad that he doesn't have a big nose, but I can assure you that the rest of him is beautifully proportioned. I do like a well muscled man. Slim also has its advantages, but, for the moment, nice, thick, strong muscles are quite delightful!"
"You mainly seem to prefer them to be simply male from what I understand," Nyota said pointedly as she popped another grape into her mouth, her well manicured nails with their gold polish flashing under the strong lighting in the arena.
Gaila laughed. "True," she responded. "Boys do come in many fun packages."
Their conversation was halted as the announcer started his spiel, indicating the start of the last qualifiers for the men's team. Both Gaila and Nyota sat up straighter and Nyota pulled a flag out from her bag, passing one end of it to Gaila. Then the teams were being led out by the volunteers. Gaila smiled again at the loping, relaxed strides of the boys, so different to the poised and stuck up nature of the march-ons of WAG or Rhythmic.
As the U.S. Team paraded past the athletes section, Gaila and Uhura jumped up to cheer, waving the flag between them like two demented idiots. Gaila loved to see Nyota let her hair down like this. Just as Jim and Dr. McCoy got odd looks for their friendship, Nyota and herself were also considered to be a case of strange bedfellows. They just worked together really well. Gaila didn't jell at all with the other RG girls. She thought it was mainly because of her flirty nature and that her family was all involved in Artistic Gymnastics that it was so odd for her to have chosen to do Rhythmic. Neither discipline really accepted her, except Nyota who was her first real friend and never judged her interest in the males of the species, even with all the teasing comments back and forth between them. Gaila knew there was no malice, just a confusion at how easily Gaila could change interest from one person to the next. Nyota also never picked on her sport as the other artistic girls were wont to do.
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The next two hours sped by, with Gaila and Nyota keeping close tabs on the scores and alternating between madly cheering for the boys and grumpily acknowledging that the Chinese and Japanese were again very strong. Even Cupcake got a standing ovation from them after he stuck his double back dismount off rings. Nyota had to leave before the last two rotations as she would be competing tomorrow and was also making sure to leave before Number One started calling. Gaila waved goodbye to her, before draping the flag back over her legs and watching the competition intently. She stood to cheer the boys off the floor, after they finished the qualifications just in second place behind the Chinese, waving madly as they spotted her and Jim blew her a kiss.
The crowd thinned out very quickly as the audience headed back to their hotels and homes, leaving behind the hard working volunteers who were starting the clean up and resetting of the gym. Galia laughed at the small argument that was happening in front of the p-bars between Scotty, the Equipment Manager, and his assistant Keenser. Scotty was well known to all the gymnasts due to his friendly face and his brilliant ability at fixing anything to do with the equipment and that delightful accent that Gaila loved to listen to. Although, Scotty seemed to keep well away from Jonathon Archer, the President of the Men's Tech Committee and the Men’s Competition Director here. There was a history there that Gaila had yet to work out, but she would get to the bottom of the mystery eventually.
Gaila caught up with a few of the other late hangers-on from the other teams, before one of the volunteers came along to shoo them away. She headed toward the training gym with some of the Russians that she knew, hoping to catch the boys still in the training gym along with a ride back to the village.
She entered the gym to see Pike talking quietly to Spock off to the side, while the guys were packing up their stuff. The only one not moving was Jim, as he sat with his arm stretched out while Leonard was checking it. On the other side of the gym the paramedics were still around the U.K. contingent and Greg Olson, the great white hope of the locals. He’d had a very nasty fall off the p-bars, which Gaila was very glad she didn't witness first-hand, refusing to watch the replays on the screens of the media contingent. All the other competitors had leaned forward to get a better view, but she hated to see injuries, especially in gymnastics where most could result in paralysis or even, as in the case of Jim's dad, death. She moved swiftly over to Spock and Pike, standing off to the side from the rest, and making sure that she stayed just out of range of their voices, she waited patiently for them to finish their conversation.
Spock was the first to notice her. "Good evening, Miss Oriana. I trust you are well?" he asked.
"I am very well after watching our boys perform most admirably, Mr. Spock," she replied, knowing just which words to use to please him. She turned to Captain Pike, and asked, "is it okay if I catch a ride back in the bus, Captain?" Her tone and body language towards these two men was noticeably lacking in her normal flirtatious manner.
"Of course, Gaila. T'Pring would be most upset with me if I left you here. She said training went well for you today," Pike replied to her.
"Nice to hear she thought so, sir. If I make top 20 we shall count it as a glorious achievement. I think you have your work cut out for you against China and Japan, but if anyone can beat them it will be us. I shall leave you two to continue planning their downfall." Gaila waved goodbye as she left the two coaches to approach the team. Kevin received a kiss on the cheek from her and a quiet word. Gary was in discussion with Cupcake so she just waved in their direction and then stepped over to hip-bump into Hikaru, who was having one of his regular animated discussions with Pavel.
"Hey Hikaru, nice p-bars tonight," she said as she pushed her hip gently into his.
Hikaru turned and gave her a quick hug. "If you hadn't of been up there with Uhura cheering like demented chipmunks then I wouldn't have been inspired to perform that well!"
"Totally, it was all my cheering and had nothing to do with Pike scaring the crap out of you all for the last three years," she smirked. "Hey Pavel," she greeted the baby of the team.
"I know, I know!" he said, his voice displaying his strong Russian accent, even though he had been born in America. "My pommels was crap, I will fix tomorrow at training. I am so mad at myself."
Before Gaila could respond to Pavel's self-recriminations, Pike was calling them all to leave for the bus. Gaila linked her arms with Hikaru on one side and Pavel on the other. She smiled over at Jim, who was having one of his 'discussions' with Leonard, whereby the doctor was probably telling him to be careful, and Jim was ignoring the advice. Jim winked at her and she returned it, then she was leaving the training gym and heading out to the cool, brisk evening of London in July.
Waiting outside were a few die-hard fans, some even recognized her and asked for autographs and photos. Leonard threw his hands up in disgust at the young girl who had removed her jacket so that Jim could sign her skin. Gaila laughed at Leonard as he marched over to the bus and entered it, his disapproval obvious with every step he took. Jim excused himself from the latest autograph hunter when Pike called his name and jogged over to the bus, jumping effortlessly up onto the step before hailing the three of them still signing autographs.
Pavel and Gaila pulled Hikaru away from the small group of fans and rushed over to the bus, where Pike was standing with that look on his face that gave them all a silent lecture on how disappointed he was in their tardiness.
"Sorry, Captain," they each mumbled before entering the bus.
Gaila entered first and noted the spare double seat, but left that option for the two boys behind her. At the very back of the bus were Leonard and Jim. Jim smiled as he patted the seat vacant between the pair of them. She walked past Cupcake and Kevin, left Gary in his single against the window, iPod in his ears and eyes closed and plonked down between the doctor and U.S. gymnastics rising star. She fastened the seat belt and tossed a look at Jim as she felt his fingers play with her hair. He hadn't even bothered to hide his arm along the back of the seat with the old ‘yawn and stretch’ move. He was James T. Kirk and had never bothered to hide his interest. She and Jim were very alike in that matter.
"Nice leg warmers," Jim said, as he slowly looked down her legs.
She stretched one out, all the better for him to see. "Yes, they are, aren't they?" she archly replied.
Leonard was resolutely looking out the window of the bus, the yellow glow from the street lights illuminating the tense look on his face as the bus moved away from the venue. Gaila reached her hand out to touch gently at his leg.
"Hi, Leonard," she said quietly. "Any news on Olson?"
Leonard had turned quickly at her touch. Once he realised it was Gaila who had interrupted his musing, he smiled. "Doesn't sound good. I know they were going to send him off for scans tonight. But he is definitely out for the rest of the Games. How's that ankle of yours?"
Jim leaned over her to smile at Leonard, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Leonard, is it?" he asked.
Gaila looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, "Yes, Leonard. It is his name and I think it is lovely and not at all common, like Jim." She looked back at Leonard, ignoring Jim. "My ankle isn't bad, but you could come to training tomorrow to inspect it properly?" she invited.
"Gaila, darlin', I would love to, but I have to be back at Arena 1 for the Women's qualifications," he declined her invitation but kept smiling at her, seeming to be mostly amused at the put-upon expression on Jim's face because they were both ignoring him. "Plus heaven knows what Pike has planned for this mob too, 'cause certain people didn't perform at their optimum tonight.”
"Hey!" Jim protested, "we qualified the team, Sulu and I made All round final and I think we got in most of the Event finals that Pike had anticipated as well. Way to harsh the squee, Bones!"
"See, that's what I mean!" Gaila said. "Leonard is a perfectly good name, and you, James T. Kirk, God's gift to gymnastics, just have to give him a ridiculous nickname. Now the good doctor is right, you could have done better tonight. Just 'cause you didn't, Pike and Spock are going to drag your asses into the gym tomorrow and poor Leonard is going to miss out on visiting me and seeing all the lovely positions that the human body can get into, instead of having to watch muscle boys attempt to be graceful. Well, apart from Pavel, 'cause he knows how to point his toes."
Jim moved his free arm forward and flexed his bicep. "I seem to remember you being quite appreciative of my muscles last week," he said. "But she's right Bones, I do love to watch her train and if I were you, I would tell Pike that it is imperative to make sure that T'Pring isn't working her too hard before her comp, even if she can get her body into positions most people haven't dreamed of. Got to give a good showing for the good ol' U. S of A." Jim had dropped his arm to rest it on Gaila's leg, his thumb rubbing up and down in a minute movement. "If you do, you gotta invite me along, man. Maybe I'll tell Pike that I am thinking about going into studying medicine and I need to follow you around everywhere."
Leonard laughed. "If you think that excuse will hash with Pike, let alone Spock, you are as dumb as Cupcake thinks you are!"
"Don't you already follow him around everywhere?" Gaila asked Jim.
"I do not!" Jim protested. "He follows me."
Before Leonard could respond, the bus was pulling into the village. Gaila noticed Jim sitting back into his seat, facing the front. She knew that Pike would be turning around to give them all instructions before heading to their rooms. Jim didn't remove his arm from along the back of the seat, though and continued to play with her hair.
Kevin had leaned over to poke Gary awake, the guy was good at dropping off to sleep anywhere. Pavel and Hikaru were sitting straight up like two little school boys awaiting instructions. Sure enough, Pike told them that their snacks would be waiting for them in their rooms and to head there asap. Also that tomorrow there would be instructions sent to their emails about the time for training, so to check them first thing. Then they were all heading out of the bus; Leonard, Gaila and Jim the last to leave. Spock was standing off to the side and raised an eyebrow at the sight of the three of them heading toward their apartment block section.
As they entered the elevator, Leonard hit the floor four button. Jim reached over and pressed the button for Gaila's floor. At Leonard's raised eyebrow Jim responded, "I'll just walk Gaila to her door," he said.
"Sure you will, Jim," Bones replied resolutely staring straight ahead. "You heard Pike, straight to your room was the order. If your ass isn't back in there in ten minutes, I'll go get Spock."
"Don't worry Leonard, I'll be done with him in five minutes," Gaila interjected. "He's all smelly, sweaty and chalky."
"Hey!" Jim protested.
The elevator doors opened on floor four and Leonard got out, laughing. "See you in five, Jim."
"Yeah, yeah," Jim agreed as the doors slid shut. He moved into Gaila's personal space, pressing her up against the stainless steel railing of the elevator wall as it started moving again. "I'm smelly and sweaty, hmm?" he asked as he nuzzled the space below her ear that he knew made her shiver.
"Yes," Gaila moaned, before tilting her head and directing his mouth where she wanted it, onto hers. Gaila knew Jim well and didn't start with a soft touch or gentle caress. Jim liked his kisses to be aggressive and forthright, so that is what she gave him.
Jim pulled her out of the elevator, when the doors opened on her floor. Neither broke the kiss as Jim walked her back in the direction of her door, one hand tangled in her soft curls, the other holding onto his jacket and her hip. He broke away from the kiss with reluctance when he reached her door. "Your stop, I believe."
Gaila looked at the door, behind which she knew that Nyota would be, fast asleep in preparation for tomorrow, then back at Jim with his pink pouty lips, swollen and glistening from kissing her. She could see the leotard that he had removed from his upper body, visible under his t-shirt and bunched around his waist. She looked toward the end of the corridor and, turning back to Jim, grabbed his hand and pulled him down to the lounge area at the far end, which had a view out onto the communal square.
She darted around the side of the small lounge area and backed along the wall, so that anyone walking down the corridor would not know they were there. She dropped her bag onto the floor and grabbed at Jim's face with both her hands to drag him forward into another torrid kiss. Jim took the hint and dropped his tracksuit top and his bag onto the floor alongside hers, pressing her into the wall. Gaila slid her hands off of Jim's face to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. She moved her leg up to wrap around his ass and, with the strength that many underestimated in her, pulled his groin toward hers. Jim wrapped a hand under her thigh and pressed it back into the wall. Gaila smiled into the kiss as she straightened her leg, knowing that Jim got a kick out of how flexible she was. Jim moved his kisses from her mouth to trail down her neck.
"I really like those leg warmers," he murmured around kisses, as he pushed the collar of her top aside so he could attack her neck.
"No marks," she ordered.
"I know," he responded, pausing before glancing up at her and smirking. "Gumby."
Gaila responded by wrapping her leg around his shoulders to hold him in place with all her body, and remind him exactly what she was capable of. "What was that?"
"Well you are green and bendy, so Gumby," Jim said. "Thought I would give you a nickname to fit in with Bones."
"Does that make you Pokey?" Gaila asked as she flexed her hips forward slightly, one eyebrow raising in amusement at the gasp she withdrew from Jim.
"I would love to stay and prove to you that I am most definitely Pokey, but well, tomorrow?" he asked.
Gaila laughed. "Only you could turn a children's show porny. Maybe," she offered. "Or maybe I might like to go along and cheer my teammates, which you should totally be doing too, as they came along to support you."
Jim let go of her leg as he stepped away. "Yeah, maybe. I'll call you tomorrow." He stepped back in to press a quick kiss to her lips.
"Off you go, back to 'your Bones'," Gaila waggled her eyebrows.
"Hey! I saw the way you were looking at our doctor. No touching the officials, they are out of bounds," Jim waggled his finger at her.
"I'm a good girl, I won't step on your property, unless he wants to be stepped on with you," she said.
"If that is the way it is, I'll just ask him when I get back," Jim smirked. "I'm sure we could treat you right."
Gaila smacked him on the shoulder in mock horror. "Go on, get! You better run before Leonard calls Spock on you."
Jim smiled as he grabbed his stuff off the floor and then was running for the stairwell to head back to his room for the evening.
Gaila stayed where she was as she tried to calm herself down from her state of arousal.
It didn't work so, she slipped her hand down her body and into her leggings, thinking of the possibility of a menage a trois with Jim and Leonard. The images of being pressed up between the doctor with his long slender fingers and, yes, she had noticed his well endowed package, and the strong, thickly muscled build of Jim was enough to make her already wet panties even wetter. Hazel eyes on one side and ice blue on the other. She imagined the idea of their hands on her body, Jim fondling her breasts and Leonard her ass as they kissed each other above her, tongues tangling, intent on possessing each other and she was coming quicker than than she anticipated. She kept her eyes closed as she slowly came back to herself, breaths evening out. She released her bottom lip from where she had bit it to muffle her cries of release, licking over it with her tongue to soothe the hurt.
She slid her hand out of her leggings, bringing her hand up to smell her own scent, smiling that soft smile of release as she bent to pick up her bag and return to her room. Her smile got wider as she reached towards her pass to swipe her into the room, Jim had been in a worse state than her when he left, those pants of his in no way hid his erection and he was heading back to a roommate who was wide awake. She might just have to see about helping Jim with his frustration issues tomorrow.
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As Jim swiped himself into his room, he had his top and his bag, ready to dump them on the table by the door and head straight into the bathroom.
"You're a minute late," Bones called out as he heard the door open.
"Yeah, yeah," Jim replied as he entered the bathroom.
"Hey!" Bones yelled at him. "Food first!"
"In a bit," Jim yelled back as he started to strip off his clothes. He dumped them on the floor by the door, grabbed his towel to hang over the edge of the shower stall and reached in to turn on the water. One hand stretched out to test the temperature of the water and the other wrapped around his cock, slowly stroking up and down. When the heat felt just right, Jim stepped in and closed the glass door behind him. He raised his head up, closed his eyes and let the water run down his face. He just concentrated on the feel of his hand gliding across his sensitive flesh.
His mind started to wander, pondering what Gaila had said earlier about Bones. The image of their room, blinds drawn and one lamp illuminating the room was clear in his head. Jim imagined himself seated in a chair under that lamp, looking at the nearest bed. On that bed were the naked figures of Gaila and Bones. Gaila had her head thrown back, red curls tousled and spread out underneath her. Long arms and sensuous fingers trailing down the solid back of Bones, as one of her legs was lifted and wrapped around Bones' waist. Jim's imagination then moved onto Bones, the way that his hips would snap forward as he glided into the wet heat of Gaila. She was moaning at each press forward, the little breathy moans that Jim knew very well. His eyes drifted back to watch the clenching of the muscles in Bones' ass as he sped up his movements.
Jim's fantasy was being greatly helped by the fact he had seen both the stars of this little show naked in real life. He hadn't seen Bones hard or in the throes of passion--and wasn't that just a stupid saying, but he had wandered into their joint bathroom back at the Academy a number of times, early in the morning, while Bones was still in the shower. Luckily he was secure enough in his own body image that he wasn't threatened by Bones' impressive size. He was damned sure that if Bones was up for Gaila's suggestion then she would be very pleased with the results.
Jim struggled to hold back his cries as he sped up the movements on his cock, in time with the movements of his dream Bones. His other hand slapped onto the tiled wall to help hold himself up as the couple on the bed writhed toward their completion. Bones raised his head from where he had been sucking on Gaila's neck to stare at Jim, sitting in the chair wanking to their movements. His hazel eyes intense before his lids dropped closed, his head dropped back and those pouty Angelina Jolie lips of his opened to allow his cry of release to escape. The image of Bones coming was enough for Jim, and he released his own cry as he spurted over his hand, his come spurting onto the glass wall of the shower. He knew he was going to have to try and clean it up in a bit before Bones could bitch about how disgusting it was. First he released his cock and washed away the remaining spunk, before splashing water onto the screen to make the rest of it flow down and then to the drain.
Jim finished his shower, stretching out his muscles under the warmth of the water. He considered that he probably should have adjusted the temperature to something a bit colder, as the lactic acid build up would be hell to sort out tomorrow. He brushed his teeth, collected his clothes from the floor and walked out into the bedroom, towel wrapped securely around his waist.
"You know, I think the Germans three doors down didn't hear you. Next time you need to jerk off, try for a bit louder. I'm sure the rest of the floor needed to hear you at midnight," Bones said as he resolutely stared at the book open on his lap as he lounged on his bed.
Jim dumped his clothes on his bed, reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of cotton boxers. He sniffed them before dropping the towel and pulling them on.
"You only gave me ten minutes and the lovely Gaila is, well, lovely," Jim replied. He then set about hanging his tracksuit up in the wardrobe and tossing his leotard and shorts into the wash basket. He emptied his comp bag, putting back the spare set of uniform. "Considering that they ran out of condoms after the first week of Sydney, I gather that the majority of our roommates would be making the most of the free ones given out here right at this moment. The only reason they haven't run out yet is that they ordered three times as many. I checked it out too. The IOC's budget for condoms is more than some countries export costs for a whole year! Yet here are you and I, on a Saturday night, and what are we doing? Not using any of those lovely free products available to us."
"Shut up, Jim," Bones said as he tossed a packet onto Jim's bed. "Eat your food. Which you should have done before you got in the shower, by the way."
Jim flipped him off as he climbed onto his bed and grabbed the bag, tearing it open to get at the snacks inside. Jim started munching away on the carrot sticks first, taking great delight in the noise they made as he bit into them.
"You know I like Gaila--," Bones started to say.
"And the but is?" Jim asked.
"How serious is it with you two? 'Cause the word is that she has been enjoying some attention from one of the Brazilian Volleyballers," Bones said.
"Dude or chick?" Jim asked. "Hell, either would be totally hot. Gotta love a Brazilian, Bones. And ‘the word’? What are you? Twelve?" Jim laughed at him.
"You don't care?" Bones confirmed.
"Bones, my man. Gaila and I are free to pursue other interests. We are both similar creatures that appreciate the human body honed to perfection," Jim said as he popped another carrot in his mouth. "Speaking of, if you are interested she did express an interest in you earlier. I know you are all for the Officials/Athlete no-go zone, but this is Gaila. Not many say no to her."
Jim took in the open mouthed posture of his best friend, causing his smile to increase to the one that Bones called his 'devil look'. Bones snapped his mouth shut and pointed a finger at Jim.
"Now, now Bones, before you make a hasty judgment. Consider that her invitation was for you and me both to assist her out," Jim teased him.
"What?" Bones asked, his face expressing his shock.
"C'mon! You mean you have never been invited for a threesome before? What better way for your first time than with a woman who can put both legs behind her ears easily and also with your best friend?" Jim battered his eyelashes at Bones, as he tossed the now empty snack bag onto his bedside table.
Bones picked up his pillow and tossed it at Jim, "You little fucker! That's just wrong on so many levels."
"Live a little, Bones. It's right on so many levels. You change your mind, you let me know." Jim tossed the pillow back to Bones and then climbed under the quilt, snuggling down and flipping off the switch to his bedside light. "I'll dream of you and Gaila."
Bones took the hint and crawled under his own covers, grumbling as he turned off his own light. "Besides the fact that Pike, Number One and T'Pring would be lining up to cut off my balls if I so much as touched any of the athletes, you keep your pervy thoughts to yourself."
"Night, Bones. Sweet dreams," Jim was determined to get the last word in.
Bones snorted his response and let Jim win this round.
oOo
"Mr. Kirk, if you are quite finished with your conversation, I do believe you were next up on pommels?" Pike's dry voice could be heard clearly over the babble of voices in the training gym.
Jim turned away from Pavel and Sulu, who were stretching out on the floor in a corner of the mat, saluted smartly toward Pike, and headed over to the pommels. "Aye, aye, Sir!"
"Your whole routine, if you please," Pike ordered once Jim was standing on the opposite side of the pommels.
Jim raised an eyebrow but moved over to chalk up his hands and check the adjustments on the pommel to ensure that they had been set at the correct width for his grip. Spock had obviously done his normal meticulous job and they were perfectly set up. He looked back up at Pike to see the man standing very casually, arms crossed over his chest, waiting for Jim. Over Pike's shoulder, Jim could see the Romanians training. Their head coach was barking instructions in Romanian and occasionally throwing looks over toward the U.S. Team. More specifically, the looks seemed to be aimed at Spock and they were not of a friendly nature. Jim shrugged and then looked back at the pommels, visualizing his mount. He took a deep breath and, with strength and grace, mounted the pommel, straight into his circle work.
All the noise in the gym faded into the background as Jim just felt his way through the routine. His only focus was on the moves he had to perform, the link from one move to the next and the still form of Pike out of the corner of his eye. For those familiar with Jim, they would have noticed that twice there was a little twitch between his brows. Finally he was pushing up to handstand and rotating as he dismounted off the pommel. He held his final pose, clicking his heels together, until he heard a slight exhale from Pike. Then he lowered his arms, relaxed his posture and wandered over to Pike.
Jim stood there for a minute while Pike was staring at him, arms crossed and obviously thinking about what he was going to say. Unlike others who would fidget or start to talk nervously, Jim waited, knowing this was a Pike special to make his gymnasts nervous. Jim wasn’t going to get sucked in. When Pike was good and ready he would tell him what he was happy with, and what he wasn’t. Jim knew he had a reputation for how casual he would stand, people had reported his lack of ‘respect’ which couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Mr. Kirk,” Pike finally said, his grey eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at Jim. “Care to explain to me why you are arching in the Kehr?”
“Gotta protect the package, man!” Jim replied, a little smirk on his face. He knew it was a bad mistake, but couldn’t resist a smart ass remark. He could hear the muffled laughter from the direction of where Sulu and Pavel were.
“Mr. Kirk!” Pike wasn’t impressed. “Work on the mushroom and I want to hear from Spock that he is satisfied you are opening your hips correctly.”
Jim bit his lip, knowing he would push it badly if he responded with some innuendo, even though it was hard not to. There was too much in this sport that just begged to be made into innuendo.
“Yes, sir.” Jim nodded and looked serious to let Pike know he had received the instruction. Team finals meant everything at Worlds and Olympics, and theirs was tomorrow.
“Go.” Pike ordered before yelling for Sulu to be next up on the pommels.
It took Jim nearly half an hour before Spock was satisfied enough to let him move onto the next apparatus. In that time he had watched Bones wander in and have a quiet word with Christine Chapel, the team physiotherapist, before he was off presumably back to the main training arena and the Women’s qualifying team.
The rest of the training felt like it was taking all day, going over and over the same skills they had been working on for the past year, some of them even longer than that. Eventually they were allowed to collect their tracksuits and head into the main area to cheer on the girls. Jim was pulling on his jacket as he walked briskly to the doorway and he saw the Romanian head coach making a comment as he walked past Pike and Spock. There was something in the way that both Pike and Spock were standing that made Jim think it wasn’t a friendly conversation. He was tempted to wander over but Sulu was calling his name, so he headed after his teammates.
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“Scoot over, Jim.”
Jim looked up at Gaila, her voice had shocked him out of his concentration on the competition happening down on the floor in front of him. He looked to the side, noticing the seats in their row were all full, but one glance at Gaila was enough to know that she expected him to make space for her. He considered the size of the seat and knew that it wasn’t going to fit both of them side by side.
He patted his lap as he smiled at Gaila. She laughed at him and, in the small space, turned around and elegantly sat down on his lap. With a little shift he got her seated comfortably so that he could still see the action.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“Uhura is killing it, and the rest of the girls doing well.” Jim calculated the scores in his head quickly. “Should qualify first with, I guess, Russia second and China third. Got another rotation to go.”
Gaila nodded and settled in to watch the rest of the competition.
Jim tensed a little bit as he watched the girls walk from the beam to the vault area. Uhura was walking at the back and she was joined by Bones. There was a quiet conversation going on between them and Jim knew that expression on Bones’ face well. It was his Southern shtick, where his charm and smoothness was fully on display. While Jim was good at annoying Uhura, he still respected her abilities. She always appeared so cool and calm, and there was just some perverse part of him that just couldn’t resist teasing her. She looked way too relaxed, and even flirty, as she chatted with Bones for his liking.
“What is it?” Gaila asked quietly. She had figured out that something was up and knew with other countries athletes around to keep their discussion on the down low.
Jim made sure she was looking at him before he flicked his eye-line toward Uhura and Bones and said, “Later.”
Gaila looked at him, a little disbelieving, before she relented with a small smile and turned back to watch the girls warm up for vault.
They all held their breath while the final rotation was underway, hoping to keep their scores up and with no injuries. The relief at the end was very welcome when all pulled up well. Although, Jim noted that Uhura didn’t perform the vault that she had been training. She had done an easier version during the competition, taking out the ½ twist at the end.
They stayed a little longer, watching the second group with the Russian and Chinese teams competing. Number One would be going over things in details with the other girls while they cooled down and wouldn’t appreciate the men’s team hovering around and disturbing them all.
Jim knew he spent more time looking around than he should have, trying to catch a glimpse of Bones coming into the stadium, for some reason. It wasn’t logical but he just wanted to see his friend.
As they excused themselves between a rotation change and started to head for the training gym, Gaila tugged on Jim’s arm to make him drop a little back from the others.
“You aren’t being subtle,” she said.
“What?” Jim asked, not knowing what on earth Gaila was on about.
“Leonard.” Gaila had a smug little smile on her face as she said Bones’ name, dragging out the vowels with a hint of her Russian ancestry showing through.
Jim glared at her as he started to walk a bit quicker, hoping to catch the others.
Once again, she grabbed his arm to slow him down.
“I bet you that when we get into the gym and Leonard is with Uhura, you won’t be able to stop yourself from glaring, jealously.”
“Bullshit!” Jim said, trying to think what on earth was making Gaila come to that conclusion. “When am I ever jealous?”
“You don’t believe me,” Gaila stated. “Fine, but after my suggestion yesterday, who did you think of?” The smug look on her face was still there.
Jim stopped as he thought again of his vision yesterday. Bones had featured in it, but it was just because Gaila suggested the threesome. When Jim thought about it some more, he realized it wasn’t a threesome he had thought of-- it was Bones fucking Gaila while he watched. He knew how gorgeous Gaila looked when she was aroused and enjoying herself, but Bones had been his focus. Jim could feel himself stir thinking about that daydream.
“Fuck off, you are projecting,” Jim said, but he counteracted his harsh words with a smile.
“We’ll see,” Gaila sing-songed back at him before she turned and skipped, honest to goodness skipped, down the passageway. Jim just shook his head and followed her until she stopped suddenly, just before the doorway to the main training gym.
“Oh, what was the later thingy you were going to tell me?”
Jim shook his head at her flitting fast from one conversation topic to another. Others called her a ditz because of it, but Jim knew she was sharply intelligent.
“Uhura pulled out of her normal vault, took the ½ twist out,” he said.
“Yes, I know. That was all?”
“That’s all? She pulls out of her difficulty and you think it’s okay?”
“Number One was concerned about her over-training, you know she is as bad as you. Her back has been a little sore, so Leonard was working with her this morning. That’s why they took it out. Her vault is still one of the higher start scores without the ½ twist, but gives them a little room if it was causing her issues.”
Gaila’s explanation cleared up his concern, and he now understood the conversation on the floor between Bones and Uhura. It also explained why Bones wasn’t in the room earlier in the day when Jim woke up.
Sure enough, as they entered the training gym, Uhura was talking with Bones and Chapel, smiling at each other as they conversed. Jim knew the smiles were mainly because you didn’t want to give your competitors a hint of anything being wrong, as this sport was all about the mental edge you could get on them to put doubt in their mind instead.
Jim wandered over to give Uhura his congratulations and, like always, she seemed disbelieving of his sincerity. Even Bones gave him a rolled eyed expression before wandering over to chat with Number One, Pike and Spock. Jim was left standing on his own, even Christine had deserted him.
“Told you,” Gaila whispered in his ear.
Jim, maturedly poked his tongue out at her in response.
“You won’t win her over easily. You’ve tried to hit on her too many times.”
“It was just too much fun. She’s a great gymnast though.”
“One day she might even think you are okay,” Gaila smirked at him. She wended her arm through his so they could stand together and observe all the colour and movement of the teams excitedly talking to each other, the adrenaline of competition being relaxed for the moment.
“Hey! I’m the best,” Jim protested.
“Sure you are.” Gaila looked at him with a little wicked glance that he knew promised that he would have to prove that later.
They lapsed back into their comfortable silence, with occasional comments about other countries’ gymnasts that they had gossip on, or Sulu and Chekov’s intense one-on-one discussion as the pair of them leaned up against the wall and waited for the call to leave the gym.
It didn’t take long before Spock was assigned that duty. The Men’s team and Gaila were the first to be called, and Jim hid his little smile of pleasure when Bones joined them in the trek to the Team bus.
Weirdly, Jim had noticed the Romanian Men’s coach was hanging around the gym again and seemed to be having another not-quite cordial discussion with Pike over in the far corner, before Pike left to go to one of the other training gyms.
Jim continued his normal flirtation with Gaila on the trip back to the village, with an occasional glance in Bones’ direction. Bones was resolutely staring out the window, giving grunts as answers if he was asked a question.
The others all agreed to head to the dining hall, but Jim thought he might take the opportunity for some alone time with Gaila, seeing as it was likely that Uhura would be a while. His idea was curtailed when Bones grabbed him by the back of his hoodie and stopped him following her.
“Oh no you don’t. Food,” Bones growled at him.
“Jeez, you’re a grumpy asshole today.”
Gaila was laughing at the pair of them.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jim,” she said as she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
“Be gentle with him, Leonard. He’s had to learn some new things today.” Gaila winked at him as she spoke to Bones, before leaning up to also press a kiss to Bones’ cheek.
The sass of her was unbelievable. She had also let Jim know not to try and contact her later without saying a direct word.
“Fine, dinner date with you then. At least attempt to smile, I hate when my dates have that sour look on their face,” Jim said as he slapped Bones on the shoulder in the way that he knew Bones hated.
“When do you even bother with dinner, Mr. Wham-Bam Thank You Ma’am?” Bones asked, but a little smile lurked at the edges of his lips. He never could resist Jim’s teasing for too long.
Gaila was definitely wrong about Bones and him, they were best friends, and fine, he wasn’t going to get laid tonight, but at least he had Bones to keep him company.
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Chapter 2 here