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Part 4
Title: 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: 1496/12,000 (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.
(my singing. It is glorious.)
Spock couldn’t pretend not to watch Jim at the bar, drinking himself, as Leonard would say, stupid. The human metabolism had very little defenses against such a high content of alcohol. The thought of Leonard made Spock’s hands twitch at his sides. He was filled with shame that he had done this to Jim, had, in effect, caused Jim so much unhappiness that the he felt the need to spend his leave alone and intoxicated.
It had not taken him long to explain to Leonard what he had initiated, and had watched as Leonard’s face tightened as Spock attempted to explain everything. How he had overheard Leonard’s desires. How he had gone to Jim for advice. How he had tried his very best to act on that advice. He’d even showed Leonard the notes he’d taken.
“I do not understand why this venture was unsuccessful. You care for both myself and the captain. I find the idea of the three of us together quite stimulating. Jim has shown signs of attraction, and even emotional attachment to both of us. Why did he not stay when invited to do so?”
Leonard had pinched the bridge of his nose, curling into Spock’s heat. “Ah, Spock. It’s not that easy with us. Jim especially.”
“Indeed, I am becoming quite aware of such inconsistencies. Perhaps I should endeavor to be more blunt in any future encounters.”
Leonard had made a rude sound, pulling himself up to stare down at Spock. He had leaned forward to kiss Spock’s lips. “You sure this is what you want? To be tied to two emotional, troublesome humans? ‘Cuz I don’t think either of us would be very casual about it.”
Spock had shifted, pulling Leonard on top of him, holding his head so that he could kiss him properly. “I think that nothing would please me more, Leonard.”
“‘Kay, then. Here’s what we’ll do...”
And now it was his task. Spock had not anticipated how much seeing every line of Jim’s body protectively hunched in on himself would compromise him. He had not meant to hurt Jim. In the two weeks that had passed, Jim had not, to his knowledge, met with either him or Leonard off-duty. It was difficult to avoid someone, let alone two someones on a ship the side of the Enterprise for that length of time, but Jim had managed.
“Captain.”
Jim stiffened for a moment before turning to look up at Spock, blinking as though he did not truly see him. “Hey, Spock. What’s up?”
“Please come with me.”
Spock’s hand might have lingered a bit too long on the back of Jim’s neck. He did try to steel himself
against the emotional onslaught, but some of what Jim was feeling leaked through his shields. Want, need, and guilt were dark and malignant, and hurting Jim so very much. Spock could not help but notice the way Jim leaned into his touch for the briefest of moments before stopping himself and yanking sharply away.
“Uh, Spock, I’m really not...”
“Captain. Your presence is required immediately.”
Spock watched, his hands at his sides in case Jim stumbled, ready to catch him should he fall.
“Oh. Okay, Spock. You’ll have to find Bones though, if you need me to actually function, you’ll need to get Bones...” Jim trailed off as he offered his credit chip to pay for his drinks. He used most of his arms to steady himself on the filthy bar and wobbled a little as his legs decided whether or not they would hold his weight. Spock shifted closer to his captain.
Leonard told him that the detox hypo would take approximately thirty minutes before it would fully integrate into his bloodstream. Spock arranged things so that the next time Jim stumbled in his drunken stupor, Spock simply administered the hypo to his neck. The fact that he was too inebriated to notice the small sting made Spock’s own guilt rise to his throat, momentarily choking him.
It took them several minutes to get to the hotel room Leonard had arranged.
Jim entered, looking around warily. “What did you need me for, Spock?” His voice was much more clearer than when at the bar, his words much less slurred. Spock looked to where Leonard waited, able to hear his increased rate of breathing as Jim entered the room. As they had discussed, Leonard wanted to wait a moment, wanted to give Spock and Jim some time together before joining them.
“I have a number of things to apologize for.”
“Oh, oh hell no. I thought you needed me for ship’s business. I’m not interested in any personal discussion, sorry.” Jim moved to the left as though to duck around Spock who had planted himself in the doorway, immovable.
Spock, in a moment of panic, grabbed Jim by his forearm, feeling the coolness of his skin under Jim’s off-duty clothes. “Jim.”
“Let me go, Spock.”
“I-- I cannot.” Spock stepped closer and watched as Jim’s eyes grew wide in alarm. Seeing that look on Jim’s face hurt him even more and Spock had to move to stop it. He pulled Jim to him, had a moment to hear the small, shocked sound Jim made in his throat before Spock’s lips moved over his. There was a moment, the briefest second of Jim beginning to respond before he jerked sharply away staring up at him as though Spock had done something terrible.
“Spock.” Jim’s whisper sounded strangled as he took another step back away from him. Spock forced himself not to look pleadingly in Leonard’s direction. If he could not fix his own mistakes, then he did not deserve either of the two men that were here with him.
Spock followed Jim’s movement.
“You are operating under a false assumption, Jim. Please, cease and listen to me. I would explain, if you will allow me to do so.” Spock moved both hands so that they were open in front of him, trying to convey with his body, his earnestness. It was difficult to react in such a manner, but he knew that he must relax some of his rigid control if he was going to make Jim understand.
“My intention was not to hurt you, and I cannot adequately convey my dismay that I have done so. Leonard, true he did not know the... the way I had arranged the situation. He was most displeased with me and quite worried that I had “mucked everything the hell up with my damnfool pushiness.”
Jim’s lips twitched at Spock’s mimicry of the doctor’s southern drawl. He opened his mouth to speak, but Spock forestalled him by reaching out and touching one finger to Jim’s plush lips.
“Please, Jim.”
Spock could feel Jim’s shock. The tiniest sliver of hope sang under his fingertips and Spock had to regulate his breathing before he continued to speak.
“You were never intended to be less than... than either Leonard or myself, Jim. I acted presumptuously, and for that, I am sorry.”
“You never apologize.”
“I have never felt the need before to do so.” Spock stepped closer, into Jim’s body. His hands came up to cup the face before him, knowing that only his fullest sincerity would convince Jim now. “I am sorry Jim. I... I wish for you to be with us. To be ours, Leonard’s and my own. But I find myself greedy in this and act most unseemly in my haste.”
“I... but... but...”
“Jesus, Jim, what do you want, a damned engraved invitation?”
Jim jumped under Spock’s hands as Leonard moved up behind him. Spock spared Leonard one raised eyebrow over Jim’s shoulder as Leonard wrapped his arms around Jim from behind, hugging him.
“He’s right, ya know, kid. You know how bad I am at shit like this. But I think that between the three of us, we can figure it out. But it’s up to you. You know that I don’t do temporary. But I will, if that’s what you want.”
Jim’s eyes closed as Leonard moved his lips down the side of his neck, his arms wrapping more securely around Jim’s body. Spock brushed his thumbs over Jim’s cheekbones, trying to ignore the way Jim’s mind buzzed, calling to him from under his fingertips. He found it somewhat amusing that even though Leonard’s words seemed to indicate that Jim had a choice, everything in his body held Jim to him, as though he could not bear to let go.
“No.”
Spock thought the human expression of ‘the heart coming to a stop in one’s chest’ was the utmost of hyperboles until it happened to him. He felt Leonard’s body go rigid and their eyes met over Jim’s bent head.
“No, I don’t want temporary, Bones. Spock. You’re … you’re sure about this? About me, I mean.”
Their answer, while not precisely verbal, was a resounding ‘yes.’
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Warnings: a lot. It’s pure, kink-driven porn! Seriously. A wholelota porn.
Beta:
littleboycalico - who put up with my whining. lol. TY BB.Summary: erm, the title pretty much says it all.
Words: 1496/12,000 (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.)
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Spock couldn’t pretend not to watch Jim at the bar, drinking himself, as Leonard would say, stupid. The human metabolism had very little defenses against such a high content of alcohol. The thought of Leonard made Spock’s hands twitch at his sides. He was filled with shame that he had done this to Jim, had, in effect, caused Jim so much unhappiness that the he felt the need to spend his leave alone and intoxicated.
It had not taken him long to explain to Leonard what he had initiated, and had watched as Leonard’s face tightened as Spock attempted to explain everything. How he had overheard Leonard’s desires. How he had gone to Jim for advice. How he had tried his very best to act on that advice. He’d even showed Leonard the notes he’d taken.
“I do not understand why this venture was unsuccessful. You care for both myself and the captain. I find the idea of the three of us together quite stimulating. Jim has shown signs of attraction, and even emotional attachment to both of us. Why did he not stay when invited to do so?”
Leonard had pinched the bridge of his nose, curling into Spock’s heat. “Ah, Spock. It’s not that easy with us. Jim especially.”
“Indeed, I am becoming quite aware of such inconsistencies. Perhaps I should endeavor to be more blunt in any future encounters.”
Leonard had made a rude sound, pulling himself up to stare down at Spock. He had leaned forward to kiss Spock’s lips. “You sure this is what you want? To be tied to two emotional, troublesome humans? ‘Cuz I don’t think either of us would be very casual about it.”
Spock had shifted, pulling Leonard on top of him, holding his head so that he could kiss him properly. “I think that nothing would please me more, Leonard.”
“‘Kay, then. Here’s what we’ll do...”
And now it was his task. Spock had not anticipated how much seeing every line of Jim’s body protectively hunched in on himself would compromise him. He had not meant to hurt Jim. In the two weeks that had passed, Jim had not, to his knowledge, met with either him or Leonard off-duty. It was difficult to avoid someone, let alone two someones on a ship the side of the Enterprise for that length of time, but Jim had managed.
“Captain.”
Jim stiffened for a moment before turning to look up at Spock, blinking as though he did not truly see him. “Hey, Spock. What’s up?”
“Please come with me.”
Spock’s hand might have lingered a bit too long on the back of Jim’s neck. He did try to steel himself
against the emotional onslaught, but some of what Jim was feeling leaked through his shields. Want, need, and guilt were dark and malignant, and hurting Jim so very much. Spock could not help but notice the way Jim leaned into his touch for the briefest of moments before stopping himself and yanking sharply away.
“Uh, Spock, I’m really not...”
“Captain. Your presence is required immediately.”
Spock watched, his hands at his sides in case Jim stumbled, ready to catch him should he fall.
“Oh. Okay, Spock. You’ll have to find Bones though, if you need me to actually function, you’ll need to get Bones...” Jim trailed off as he offered his credit chip to pay for his drinks. He used most of his arms to steady himself on the filthy bar and wobbled a little as his legs decided whether or not they would hold his weight. Spock shifted closer to his captain.
Leonard told him that the detox hypo would take approximately thirty minutes before it would fully integrate into his bloodstream. Spock arranged things so that the next time Jim stumbled in his drunken stupor, Spock simply administered the hypo to his neck. The fact that he was too inebriated to notice the small sting made Spock’s own guilt rise to his throat, momentarily choking him.
It took them several minutes to get to the hotel room Leonard had arranged.
Jim entered, looking around warily. “What did you need me for, Spock?” His voice was much more clearer than when at the bar, his words much less slurred. Spock looked to where Leonard waited, able to hear his increased rate of breathing as Jim entered the room. As they had discussed, Leonard wanted to wait a moment, wanted to give Spock and Jim some time together before joining them.
“I have a number of things to apologize for.”
“Oh, oh hell no. I thought you needed me for ship’s business. I’m not interested in any personal discussion, sorry.” Jim moved to the left as though to duck around Spock who had planted himself in the doorway, immovable.
Spock, in a moment of panic, grabbed Jim by his forearm, feeling the coolness of his skin under Jim’s off-duty clothes. “Jim.”
“Let me go, Spock.”
“I-- I cannot.” Spock stepped closer and watched as Jim’s eyes grew wide in alarm. Seeing that look on Jim’s face hurt him even more and Spock had to move to stop it. He pulled Jim to him, had a moment to hear the small, shocked sound Jim made in his throat before Spock’s lips moved over his. There was a moment, the briefest second of Jim beginning to respond before he jerked sharply away staring up at him as though Spock had done something terrible.
“Spock.” Jim’s whisper sounded strangled as he took another step back away from him. Spock forced himself not to look pleadingly in Leonard’s direction. If he could not fix his own mistakes, then he did not deserve either of the two men that were here with him.
Spock followed Jim’s movement.
“You are operating under a false assumption, Jim. Please, cease and listen to me. I would explain, if you will allow me to do so.” Spock moved both hands so that they were open in front of him, trying to convey with his body, his earnestness. It was difficult to react in such a manner, but he knew that he must relax some of his rigid control if he was going to make Jim understand.
“My intention was not to hurt you, and I cannot adequately convey my dismay that I have done so. Leonard, true he did not know the... the way I had arranged the situation. He was most displeased with me and quite worried that I had “mucked everything the hell up with my damnfool pushiness.”
Jim’s lips twitched at Spock’s mimicry of the doctor’s southern drawl. He opened his mouth to speak, but Spock forestalled him by reaching out and touching one finger to Jim’s plush lips.
“Please, Jim.”
Spock could feel Jim’s shock. The tiniest sliver of hope sang under his fingertips and Spock had to regulate his breathing before he continued to speak.
“You were never intended to be less than... than either Leonard or myself, Jim. I acted presumptuously, and for that, I am sorry.”
“You never apologize.”
“I have never felt the need before to do so.” Spock stepped closer, into Jim’s body. His hands came up to cup the face before him, knowing that only his fullest sincerity would convince Jim now. “I am sorry Jim. I... I wish for you to be with us. To be ours, Leonard’s and my own. But I find myself greedy in this and act most unseemly in my haste.”
“I... but... but...”
“Jesus, Jim, what do you want, a damned engraved invitation?”
Jim jumped under Spock’s hands as Leonard moved up behind him. Spock spared Leonard one raised eyebrow over Jim’s shoulder as Leonard wrapped his arms around Jim from behind, hugging him.
“He’s right, ya know, kid. You know how bad I am at shit like this. But I think that between the three of us, we can figure it out. But it’s up to you. You know that I don’t do temporary. But I will, if that’s what you want.”
Jim’s eyes closed as Leonard moved his lips down the side of his neck, his arms wrapping more securely around Jim’s body. Spock brushed his thumbs over Jim’s cheekbones, trying to ignore the way Jim’s mind buzzed, calling to him from under his fingertips. He found it somewhat amusing that even though Leonard’s words seemed to indicate that Jim had a choice, everything in his body held Jim to him, as though he could not bear to let go.
“No.”
Spock thought the human expression of ‘the heart coming to a stop in one’s chest’ was the utmost of hyperboles until it happened to him. He felt Leonard’s body go rigid and their eyes met over Jim’s bent head.
“No, I don’t want temporary, Bones. Spock. You’re … you’re sure about this? About me, I mean.”
Their answer, while not precisely verbal, was a resounding ‘yes.’
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