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1lostoneTitle: Five Times Spock Acted on the Captain’s Advice on Sexual Congress, and One Time He Figured It Out By Himself, Damnit.
Warnings: a lot. It’s pure, kink-driven porn! Seriously. A wholelota porn.
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littleboycalico - who put up with my whining. lol. TY BB.
Summary: erm, the title pretty much says it all.
Words: 2048/12,000 (cough, wut.)
A/N: My first 5 Things fic! My first OT3 fic!! Written forjlm121 as a birthday present. I LOVES YA BB!!!!!!
Happy birthday to youu. Happy birthday to youuuuuu. Happy birthday dearjlm121 ... happy birthday to YOUUUUU. Now have some pooooorrrrrrn.
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Jim hadn’t been trying to be nosy. Not really. Okay, fine. He was nosy as fucking hell and twice as shameless. But still, he hadn’t exactly been expecting this, had he? Who the fuck possibly could?
He’d honestly thought that Spock had hurt himself somehow. The clatter had been loud enough to hear through the one shared bulkhead. It had sounded like something had broken, and concerned, Jim had gone to investigate. If he hadn’t already been in the head washing his hands, he probably would have just comm’d Spock. The door of the head had opened soundlessly, and Jim’s mouth had frozen as he’d formed his Commander's name, the sound trapped somewhere in his throat at what he saw.
Spock was arranged on his desk, leaning against one side so that if he happened to look up, he would see Jim, frozen there in silent, awkward shock. The room was almost dark, except from the slight red glow that seemed to almost pulsate from somewhere. There was enough light to see Bones, naked and spread out on the same desk, folded so that his ass was up, facing the doorway in which Jim now stood, his body going cold then almost liquid with heat as his brain processed what he was seeing. Who he was seeing.
“You will continue to remain in this position, Leonard. Do not move.”
Jim watched with a sick, jealous pang as Spock touched Bones’ forehead, his fingers sliding over his face. You need to leave now, Jim. Just back away and go on about.. whatever the fuck it was that you were doing before you barged in here like a moron. He watched as Spock’s long fingers slid with possessiveness over the cheek of Bones’ ass, curling and spreading Bones open to his gaze as he bended slightly over Bones’ body, mouth brushing against the ridges of his spine. Jim could hear Bones’ muffled groan of need and had to close his eyes for a moment. Jim’s fingers tightened on the door, his shock keeping the door from closing.
“Spock, please.”
Jim watched as Spock slid one finger, slippery, visible even in the faint reddish light of Spock’s quarters, down from Bones’ tailbone. He heard Bones’ garbled, choked breath and had to keep himself from taking a step forward at the picture the two of them made. Maybe Spock could read his mind or something, because when he spoke, the words seemed to be straight to Jim, although he did nothing to acknowledge Jim’s presence in his quarters.
“You’ve spoken of wanting Jim to come to you, to touch you as I do now, Leonard. What if he could see you now? Indeed, It is not insurmountable that Jim has pictured you exactly like this.”
Jim almost had a heart attack when Spock looked up directly at him, his eyes dark and so intense that Jim couldn’t make himself look away. He closed his mouth with a belated snap and blushed at the amused quirk of Spock’s eyebrow.
“Unnngh, come on. Come on, Spock don’t tease me like this. Jim wouldn’t tease me. He’d fucking go to town.”
Jim had been in some kinky fucking situations in his life. The time with Admiral Nogura’s daughter and the riding crop stood out sharply in his mind. It hadn’t been Jim’s fault that she was a moaner, nor had it been his fault that her dad was in the habit of coming home for his lunch break. And yeah, of course he’d thought of Spock and Bones naked, of all of them coming together in a tangle of lips and limbs and sweat Fuck, it had been a long damn assignment and he was for damn sure no saint.
Nor was he an idiot. It had taken him awhile to put two and two together. Vague, drunken ramblings from Bones at their last shore leave and Spock coming to him for advice had clicked when he saw the mark Spock had put on Bones’ neck. Jealousy had burned so bright in him that he’d had to bury himself in paperwork until he could face them without chewing on his own liver. When his smile wasn’t shadowed with his own perceived lost chances.
He wasn’t sure if he was more jealous of Bones or of Spock, but fuck it had taken him days before he could look at either one of them without his own stomach twisting. When Bones had kissed Spock in front of him (and seriously? what the fuck was it with people making out with Spock on transporter pads? Did he miss a goddamn memo?) Jim had watched them, blinking stupidly for a moment before schooling his face into something less like a jealous teenager. Bones had hugged him then and Jim had been so pathetically grateful for the contact that he had just stood there, eyes shut, Spock’s delighted, stunned surprise bright behind his eyelids.
Jim took a silent step into the room, his heart thundering in his chest. He watched as Spock’s head titled, the familiar look of curiosity glaringly out of place with Bones spread out, practically within touching distance. He took another step, slowly going to his knees, his eyes locked on Spock’s. He watched as Spock’s fingers teased Bones’ tight hole. From this angle he could see that Bones was bent with his face in Spock’s lap, He could see the dark strip of cloth tied around Bone’s head and bit his lip. It was one thing for Bones to talk about Jim, about having his hands and mouth on him, but it was quite another to …
God. Was he really doing this?
Bones made another sound and nuzzled against Spock’s crotch, muffled curses under his breath.
Spock slid one finger into him and Jim had to bite his lip again at the high-pitched cry, muffled against Spock’s body. Spock was still bent over Leonard and Jim watched as he mouthed at the lowest bump on Bones’ spine, twisting his finger deeply inside of him.
Spock slid out from under him and Bones moaned again, turning his head and cursing, telling Spock to get right the fuck back where he was before he killed him.
Jim had to smile. He knelt there, unsure what to do, feeling slightly ridiculous. He watched as Spock added another finger into Bones’ hole, listened as Bones sucked in a breath. He felt his own ass twitch in sympathy. Or jealousy. He wasn’t sure which.
“And would you want your Jim to see you like this? With my fingers inside of you? Were you aware that I asked him for advice on how best to pursue you?” Spock removed his fingers, abruptly.
“I---fuck. Yes, yes goddamn you. You know I do.”
“Indeed. And you would give your permission for him to touch you? To taste you?”
Jim’s eyes grew almost painfully wide, realizing exactly what it was that Spock had just done.
“Ye---es!!!” Bones hissed, groaning, moving so that his ass moved back as though to find Spock’s fingers.
Jim reached out with one shaking finger, sliding it in the lube that slicked the space between Bones’ cheeks, knowing that Bones would not know it was Jim that touched him like this. Spock moved around, kneeling next to Jim. Jim had to shut his eyes. He was so hard, throbbing in his pants at the heat of Bones, at the greedy way his twitching hole almost seemed to suck him inside. Fuck, this is Bones. Bones. Bones... His mind babbled at him. His cock ached. He could feel himself become wet, could imagine his cock almost drooling its precome all over the damn place, his heartbeat almost thudding in time with the sound of Bones’ desperate panting.
Spock moved, reaching his own finger forward, sliding it inside of Bones alongside Jim’s. Jim stared at their two fingers side-by-side, shocked stupid.
“Leonard. You must tell me what you want.” Spock’s whisper sent a puff of air against Bones’ skin, causing him to moan deep in his throat. Spock’s finger twisted with Jim’s, causing Bones to keen, moaning and moving feebly against their combined efforts. Jim had to bite his lip, hard so that he wouldn’t moan; keeping silent had never in his life seemed so fucking hard.
But Bones couldn’t talk. Jim smirked to himself. Admittedly, he liked him that way, and leaned forward to lick at his hole, flicking his tongue against the sensitive, stretched skin. He felt more than heard Spock gasp besides him, and wanted to pull Bones open so that he could really work at him.
Spock’s hand on his shoulder made him jump and he moved back, breathing heavily, feeling like he had done something wrong.
“Open yourself for me, Leonard.”
“Nggggh, yeah oh god ohgodoh...” Bones’ face made a muffled thump against the desk as he moved his hands, pulling his own ass apart for Jim... no. For Spock... to work him open.
Spock slid the fingers of his other hand over Jim’s face and Jim fought to close off his petty jealousy, because yeah, even now it twisted and ate at him. He felt like some kind of sex toy, something used for pleasure and tossed aside. If it had been any other two men in the galaxy he would not have cared, shrugged and gone into it enjoying it while he could. He liked sex and had no problem enjoying it. It’s not exactly like he was a virgin. He’d even had threesomes before. But never with someone he.. wanted to wake up with. Never when both of them... mattered.
He must not have been entirely successful by the way Spock’s face shifted, some emotion flicking briefly in his eyes. Spock stilled for a moment, his brows lowering in confusion. Jim just grinned at him, ducking away from Spock’s hands and moved to kiss Bones again, licking at the flesh in front of him. He was greedy for the sounds Bones gave him- no, gave Spock, Goddamnit- and redoubled his efforts with a little growl. Spock’s hands were still on his shoulders, tightening almost enough to hurt. Jim slipped two fingers back inside, his tongue poking between them. Bones was still so fucking tight. Jim’s cock throbbed in sympathy as his mouth and fingers worked him open.
Jim moved back from the feel of Spock’s hands sliding down his sides, moving almost tentatively down over Jim’s cock. He both craved Spock’s touch and knew he must deny himself it, that there was no way that Bones really knew what he was saying. Jim could taste Bones, sweat and musk and the heavy taste of the lube, and moved his head, panting a little, needing to stop for a minute before he came in his pants like some kid. He moved away enough so that Spock could get at Bones properly.
Why would anyone want Jim when they could have Spock for Christ’s sake?
Spock leaned forward so that Jim could feel the line of his body as it brushed against him. Jim watched as he reached forward, slowly sliding another finger into Bones, his hand brushing against Jim’s cheek as he moved away. His other hand stole around Jim’s body, bracing his weight on Bones’ leg. Bones could only whimper Spock’s name, completely wrecked by the three fingers inside of him, curling over his prostate.
“Spock... Spock... Spock....”
Not Jim.
Jim made his decision. He couldn’t do this. Not like this. Bones didn’t even know that he was fucking here. He moved back on his knees, sliding out of Bones’ wet, clinging heat, brushing against Spock as he did so. Spock spared him one dark gaze, confusion overriding the lust again, obvious in the all-too-human eyes. Jim forced a smile, and nodded towards Bones, spread as he was on the desk. He winked and got up, shaking his head as Spock moved towards Jim. He actually had to hold his breath, forcing himself to leave Spock's quarters the way he came, forcing himself to ignore the taste of Bones on his tongue.
When the door slid shut, Jim imagined it did so on the muffled, mingled grunts of Spock and Bones, together and lost in each other.
NEXT
Warnings: a lot. It’s pure, kink-driven porn! Seriously. A wholelota porn.
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littleboycalico - who put up with my whining. lol. TY BB.Summary: erm, the title pretty much says it all.
Words: 2048/12,000 (cough, wut.)
A/N: My first 5 Things fic! My first OT3 fic!! Written for
jlm121 as a birthday present. I LOVES YA BB!!!!!!Happy birthday to youu. Happy birthday to youuuuuu. Happy birthday dear
jlm121 ... happy birthday to YOUUUUU. Now have some pooooorrrrrrn.(my singing. It is glorious.)
-3- and -2-
Jim hadn’t been trying to be nosy. Not really. Okay, fine. He was nosy as fucking hell and twice as shameless. But still, he hadn’t exactly been expecting this, had he? Who the fuck possibly could?
He’d honestly thought that Spock had hurt himself somehow. The clatter had been loud enough to hear through the one shared bulkhead. It had sounded like something had broken, and concerned, Jim had gone to investigate. If he hadn’t already been in the head washing his hands, he probably would have just comm’d Spock. The door of the head had opened soundlessly, and Jim’s mouth had frozen as he’d formed his Commander's name, the sound trapped somewhere in his throat at what he saw.
Spock was arranged on his desk, leaning against one side so that if he happened to look up, he would see Jim, frozen there in silent, awkward shock. The room was almost dark, except from the slight red glow that seemed to almost pulsate from somewhere. There was enough light to see Bones, naked and spread out on the same desk, folded so that his ass was up, facing the doorway in which Jim now stood, his body going cold then almost liquid with heat as his brain processed what he was seeing. Who he was seeing.
“You will continue to remain in this position, Leonard. Do not move.”
Jim watched with a sick, jealous pang as Spock touched Bones’ forehead, his fingers sliding over his face. You need to leave now, Jim. Just back away and go on about.. whatever the fuck it was that you were doing before you barged in here like a moron. He watched as Spock’s long fingers slid with possessiveness over the cheek of Bones’ ass, curling and spreading Bones open to his gaze as he bended slightly over Bones’ body, mouth brushing against the ridges of his spine. Jim could hear Bones’ muffled groan of need and had to close his eyes for a moment. Jim’s fingers tightened on the door, his shock keeping the door from closing.
“Spock, please.”
Jim watched as Spock slid one finger, slippery, visible even in the faint reddish light of Spock’s quarters, down from Bones’ tailbone. He heard Bones’ garbled, choked breath and had to keep himself from taking a step forward at the picture the two of them made. Maybe Spock could read his mind or something, because when he spoke, the words seemed to be straight to Jim, although he did nothing to acknowledge Jim’s presence in his quarters.
“You’ve spoken of wanting Jim to come to you, to touch you as I do now, Leonard. What if he could see you now? Indeed, It is not insurmountable that Jim has pictured you exactly like this.”
Jim almost had a heart attack when Spock looked up directly at him, his eyes dark and so intense that Jim couldn’t make himself look away. He closed his mouth with a belated snap and blushed at the amused quirk of Spock’s eyebrow.
“Unnngh, come on. Come on, Spock don’t tease me like this. Jim wouldn’t tease me. He’d fucking go to town.”
Jim had been in some kinky fucking situations in his life. The time with Admiral Nogura’s daughter and the riding crop stood out sharply in his mind. It hadn’t been Jim’s fault that she was a moaner, nor had it been his fault that her dad was in the habit of coming home for his lunch break. And yeah, of course he’d thought of Spock and Bones naked, of all of them coming together in a tangle of lips and limbs and sweat Fuck, it had been a long damn assignment and he was for damn sure no saint.
Nor was he an idiot. It had taken him awhile to put two and two together. Vague, drunken ramblings from Bones at their last shore leave and Spock coming to him for advice had clicked when he saw the mark Spock had put on Bones’ neck. Jealousy had burned so bright in him that he’d had to bury himself in paperwork until he could face them without chewing on his own liver. When his smile wasn’t shadowed with his own perceived lost chances.
He wasn’t sure if he was more jealous of Bones or of Spock, but fuck it had taken him days before he could look at either one of them without his own stomach twisting. When Bones had kissed Spock in front of him (and seriously? what the fuck was it with people making out with Spock on transporter pads? Did he miss a goddamn memo?) Jim had watched them, blinking stupidly for a moment before schooling his face into something less like a jealous teenager. Bones had hugged him then and Jim had been so pathetically grateful for the contact that he had just stood there, eyes shut, Spock’s delighted, stunned surprise bright behind his eyelids.
Jim took a silent step into the room, his heart thundering in his chest. He watched as Spock’s head titled, the familiar look of curiosity glaringly out of place with Bones spread out, practically within touching distance. He took another step, slowly going to his knees, his eyes locked on Spock’s. He watched as Spock’s fingers teased Bones’ tight hole. From this angle he could see that Bones was bent with his face in Spock’s lap, He could see the dark strip of cloth tied around Bone’s head and bit his lip. It was one thing for Bones to talk about Jim, about having his hands and mouth on him, but it was quite another to …
God. Was he really doing this?
Bones made another sound and nuzzled against Spock’s crotch, muffled curses under his breath.
Spock slid one finger into him and Jim had to bite his lip again at the high-pitched cry, muffled against Spock’s body. Spock was still bent over Leonard and Jim watched as he mouthed at the lowest bump on Bones’ spine, twisting his finger deeply inside of him.
Spock slid out from under him and Bones moaned again, turning his head and cursing, telling Spock to get right the fuck back where he was before he killed him.
Jim had to smile. He knelt there, unsure what to do, feeling slightly ridiculous. He watched as Spock added another finger into Bones’ hole, listened as Bones sucked in a breath. He felt his own ass twitch in sympathy. Or jealousy. He wasn’t sure which.
“And would you want your Jim to see you like this? With my fingers inside of you? Were you aware that I asked him for advice on how best to pursue you?” Spock removed his fingers, abruptly.
“I---fuck. Yes, yes goddamn you. You know I do.”
“Indeed. And you would give your permission for him to touch you? To taste you?”
Jim’s eyes grew almost painfully wide, realizing exactly what it was that Spock had just done.
“Ye---es!!!” Bones hissed, groaning, moving so that his ass moved back as though to find Spock’s fingers.
Jim reached out with one shaking finger, sliding it in the lube that slicked the space between Bones’ cheeks, knowing that Bones would not know it was Jim that touched him like this. Spock moved around, kneeling next to Jim. Jim had to shut his eyes. He was so hard, throbbing in his pants at the heat of Bones, at the greedy way his twitching hole almost seemed to suck him inside. Fuck, this is Bones. Bones. Bones... His mind babbled at him. His cock ached. He could feel himself become wet, could imagine his cock almost drooling its precome all over the damn place, his heartbeat almost thudding in time with the sound of Bones’ desperate panting.
Spock moved, reaching his own finger forward, sliding it inside of Bones alongside Jim’s. Jim stared at their two fingers side-by-side, shocked stupid.
“Leonard. You must tell me what you want.” Spock’s whisper sent a puff of air against Bones’ skin, causing him to moan deep in his throat. Spock’s finger twisted with Jim’s, causing Bones to keen, moaning and moving feebly against their combined efforts. Jim had to bite his lip, hard so that he wouldn’t moan; keeping silent had never in his life seemed so fucking hard.
But Bones couldn’t talk. Jim smirked to himself. Admittedly, he liked him that way, and leaned forward to lick at his hole, flicking his tongue against the sensitive, stretched skin. He felt more than heard Spock gasp besides him, and wanted to pull Bones open so that he could really work at him.
Spock’s hand on his shoulder made him jump and he moved back, breathing heavily, feeling like he had done something wrong.
“Open yourself for me, Leonard.”
“Nggggh, yeah oh god ohgodoh...” Bones’ face made a muffled thump against the desk as he moved his hands, pulling his own ass apart for Jim... no. For Spock... to work him open.
Spock slid the fingers of his other hand over Jim’s face and Jim fought to close off his petty jealousy, because yeah, even now it twisted and ate at him. He felt like some kind of sex toy, something used for pleasure and tossed aside. If it had been any other two men in the galaxy he would not have cared, shrugged and gone into it enjoying it while he could. He liked sex and had no problem enjoying it. It’s not exactly like he was a virgin. He’d even had threesomes before. But never with someone he.. wanted to wake up with. Never when both of them... mattered.
He must not have been entirely successful by the way Spock’s face shifted, some emotion flicking briefly in his eyes. Spock stilled for a moment, his brows lowering in confusion. Jim just grinned at him, ducking away from Spock’s hands and moved to kiss Bones again, licking at the flesh in front of him. He was greedy for the sounds Bones gave him- no, gave Spock, Goddamnit- and redoubled his efforts with a little growl. Spock’s hands were still on his shoulders, tightening almost enough to hurt. Jim slipped two fingers back inside, his tongue poking between them. Bones was still so fucking tight. Jim’s cock throbbed in sympathy as his mouth and fingers worked him open.
Jim moved back from the feel of Spock’s hands sliding down his sides, moving almost tentatively down over Jim’s cock. He both craved Spock’s touch and knew he must deny himself it, that there was no way that Bones really knew what he was saying. Jim could taste Bones, sweat and musk and the heavy taste of the lube, and moved his head, panting a little, needing to stop for a minute before he came in his pants like some kid. He moved away enough so that Spock could get at Bones properly.
Why would anyone want Jim when they could have Spock for Christ’s sake?
Spock leaned forward so that Jim could feel the line of his body as it brushed against him. Jim watched as he reached forward, slowly sliding another finger into Bones, his hand brushing against Jim’s cheek as he moved away. His other hand stole around Jim’s body, bracing his weight on Bones’ leg. Bones could only whimper Spock’s name, completely wrecked by the three fingers inside of him, curling over his prostate.
“Spock... Spock... Spock....”
Not Jim.
Jim made his decision. He couldn’t do this. Not like this. Bones didn’t even know that he was fucking here. He moved back on his knees, sliding out of Bones’ wet, clinging heat, brushing against Spock as he did so. Spock spared him one dark gaze, confusion overriding the lust again, obvious in the all-too-human eyes. Jim forced a smile, and nodded towards Bones, spread as he was on the desk. He winked and got up, shaking his head as Spock moved towards Jim. He actually had to hold his breath, forcing himself to leave Spock's quarters the way he came, forcing himself to ignore the taste of Bones on his tongue.
When the door slid shut, Jim imagined it did so on the muffled, mingled grunts of Spock and Bones, together and lost in each other.
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Date: 2011-01-25 12:28 am (UTC)Then Bones had kissed Spock in front of him (and seriously? what the fuck was it with people making out with Spock on transporter pads? Did he miss a goddamn memo?) Jim had watched them, blinking stupidly for a moment before schooling his face into something less like a jealous teenager
Is absolute perfection. AND ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, my heart is not strong enough for all this hotness and then sad Jim. There will be a happy ending and orgasms RIGHT? PLEASE
I love this, it's funny, it's erotic as hell, and it's making me incredibly happy.
THANK YOU SO MUCH BB!
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Date: 2011-01-25 03:47 am (UTC)LOLOLOL.
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Date: 2011-01-28 01:14 am (UTC)incoherent comment is incoherent
but i LOVE this