1lostone | part 5

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.
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 thought, if either of his two humans had bothered to ask him, that the size of the bed was completely ostentatious. It was clearly made for activities other than sleeping. He only caught a glimpse of the ornate carving and metalwork entwined with the wood of the headboard before he bounced down onto the (ridiculously fluffy) mattress, legs and arms splayed wide.

He heard Jim’s low laughter and had to bite back a moan as Leonard’s rough hands slid over his flank, down his leg to his knee, his touch sending off bright sparks of arousal in his consciousness.

The two of them had seemed to work on some kind of telepathy of which Spock was unaware, working in sync to divest Spock of his clothes, leaving him perfectly nude. Jim bounced once on the mattress and Spock watched with one eyebrow ticked high on his forehead as Leonard rolled his eyes, pulling Jim to him so that their foreheads touched, his hand sliding around Jim’s neck. Spock felt his heart rate increase as he watched the two men kiss, focused on the way their mouths moved on each other. He could touch them just by moving his arms just slightly and made an irate sound in his throat when he was not allowed to do so, both of them reaching out and stopping his hands as they reached for their thighs.

Spock knew he was breathing heavily, but couldn’t seem to help himself. Jim had taken off the t-shirt he had worn, the black material not unlike his Starfleet undershirt. His jeans were obscene, cupping his arousal, calling attention to the bulge there. Spock’s mouth watered.

Leonard had managed to get his shirt unbuttoned, but still wore the garment. His jeans looked ancient, as though they would fall off of him with the slightest bit of encouragement.

Spock approved.

Purely on aesthetic value, naturally.

They broke away from each other’s mouths, turning as one to look down at Spock, identical smirks on their faces.

“Hey, Bones.”

“Yeah, Jim?”

“Is it true that Vulcans have, like these crazy sensitive hands?”

“You know? I’m not sure. I bet we could find out though, if we really wanted to. Make it a study. You know, all scientific?”

“That seems very logical, Doctor McCoy.”

Leonard laughed outright, the happiness on his face startling Jim for a moment. “Damn, kid. Don’t start in with the titles or this whole show will be over way too fast.”

Spock watched the purely devilish look in Jim’s eyes burn bright for a moment before he ducked his head, sucking the tip of Spock’s forefinger into his mouth without fanfare. Leonard echoed the action on Spock’s other side and Spock gaped up at them, body tensing. Their mouths worked over him, working down over his finger, nipping lightly at the webbing between, before kissing back up and over the knuckles.

Spock had to force himself not to jerk his hands to his sides, almost overstimulated to the point of orgasm. Watching them over him, the sides of their bodies touching as they each straddled one of his legs, his arm stretched up while they fellated his fingers, each copying the other’s movement as though they had rehearsed it was almost too much, but closing his eyes to just the sensations was almost worse.

“Kroykah!” But somehow his voice was not the demand he intended. The moaning, gasping plea that filled the room could not have come from him. It sounded like some mewling, desperate thing.

Jim pulled off his hand, meeting his eyes down the line of his arm with a small smile on his face. There was the smallest bit of trepidation on Jim’s face, as though for the barest of moments he still could not believe that he was allowed to be there, with them like this. Spock frowned, bending so that he could kiss Jim. The press of lips, of tongue and teeth thrilled Spock, and when Leonard twined their fingers together, kissing him in the Vulcan way Spock thought that surely this had to be the very definition of illogical; that even though he had not dreamed much in his life there was no possible way that this could be real.

Jim moaned, shifting so that Spock could kneel in front of him. He helped Spock remove his shirt, shivering as the cooler air hit his body. Spock watched as Leonard slipped his hand down into Jim’s jeans, watching Jim’s eyes flutter shut for a moment as Leonard worked him from under the fabric. He knew just how good Leonard was with his hands, those careful surgeon’s hands that could wring any response from Spock he desired.

Spock kissed his way down Jim’s jaw, licking at his pulse, listening to the moans that he drew from Jim’s throat. Jim was unrestrained in his passion as with every other aspect of his life and Spock found himself moving his lips over Jim’s throat, his clavicle, and his shoulders, moving right over his Adam’s apple and marking him in the same spot that he’d marked Leonard. He moved back to admire his handiwork.

“Possessive bastard.” Leonard’s voice was rich with amusement. Considering where his hand was at the moment, Spock just let his lips twitch in response. Jim’s eyes were shut, as though he could not force them open. His whole body was passive, breathing heavily, completely trusting to both of his lovers. Spock met Leonard’s eyes for a quick moment and saw the other man’s features soften.

Spock watched as Leonard undid the snap and zip on Jim’s jeans, pushing them out of the way. Spock simply lifted Jim from the bed, ignoring his startled squeak. Leonard quickly removed the clothing the rest of the way, Jim assisting by kicking them off of his legs. Jim’s hands scrambled for purchase on Spock’s shoulders as Spock continued to hold him up.

“Oh God. No fucking way,” Jim breathed, disbelieving.

Spock knew licking his lips at this juncture was quite possibly inexcusably lewd, but could not help himself. Jim was fully hard, his penis jutting out from his body, thick and red with arousal. Spock sucked the tip into his mouth, ignoring Jim’s throaty moan and Leonard’s strangled “Goddamn” as he moved Jim so that he could take more of him into his mouth. Leonard shifted, bending so that he was right next to Spock, tongue tracing the veins. Jim’s hands tangled in their hair. Spock worked him, relaxing his throat muscles so that he could take Jim into his throat. Jim was very different than Leonard, causing his mouth to stretch differently. Spock looked forward to discovering and cataloguing all of there differences at the earliest opportunity.

However, perhaps now was not the best time.

Spock moved back off of Jim, licking the flesh the same way Leonard was doing, moving so that they were kissing.

“Oh f-f-fuck, you two. I … Jesus if you knew how many times I’ve dreamed of this....” Jim tugged on their hair again as Spock and Leonard broke apart for air. His voice was broken, rough and grating with need.

“Spock. Put Jim down and lay down on your stomach. You distracted me. The kid’n I want to explore you a little.”

Spock blinked, suppressing a shiver at the tone of his voice. For one moment he was back in his quarters with Leonard’s deep, sure voice ordering him over the audio feed, and he was moving almost before he’d made the conscious effort to do so.

“Come on, kid. You don’t want to come like that.” Abruptly, the tone of Leonard’s voice changed. “Jim. You know you and me’d be still dancing around each other if not for him. I just think Spock deserves a little thank you for forcing the issue.”

Spock thought this was a brilliantly logical idea.

“How do you want to do this, Bones?” Spock heard the sound of clothes whispering against flesh, another snap and zip of sound. He started to turn his head to watch them kiss again and saw Jim hugging Leonard to him, his chin resting on his shoulder as they both looked down at Spock, stretched as he was on the bed before them.

“Would he like it if you fucked him, and he sucked me?”

Spock opened his mouth to reply.

“Hmm, I think he would like that just fine. Or even the other way around. You tell me, Jim. I had just one part of you inside of me and you drove me damn near insane. If you’re that good with your fingers, and with your tongue, I bet your cock would feel....”

“I have an idea.” Jim’s voice made Spock’s breath tremble a little. He rather agreed with Leonard’s assessment of the situation.

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” The confidence was back in Jim’s voice. Spock jumped when the hand came down on his rear end and he stared up at Jim with his eyes widened in shock. “Turn over Spock.”

Spock did so, almost dislodging Leonard from the bed in his haste, receiving an eye-roll for his gracelessness.

Jim grabbed a pillow and arranged Spock on it, pulling his limbs and adjusting his body until he was satisfied. Spock approved of this wholeheartedly.

“Bones. I’m gonna get him ready. You go get me ready. Then I want your cock.”

“Jesus, kid. I’m an old man. I think you’re gonna kill me.”

Jim just laughed, the puff of air cold against Spock’s opening. When he’d watched Jim do this to Leonard, he’d been astounded, having no idea that something of that nature could be truly as pleasurable as Leonard seemed to find it.

His whole body arched at the first swipe of Jim’s clever tongue. He felt Leonard moving his hands up to the headboard and he tightened his fingers on one of the bars, grateful to have something to ground himself. He could feel Jim teasing him, flicking the barest tip of his tongue over his entrance, slowly sliding inside him until Spock could no longer contain the sounds that bled from his throat. Gasps and moans filled the room, Jim’s own cries echoing Spock’s as Leonard prepared him.

Jim pulled away, his chin wet with his own saliva and Spock had to close his eyes at the debauched picture he made. Somehow even picturing this moment had not prepared him for the reality. Jim bit his lip, his forehead resting on Spock’s thigh. Spock could see Leonard behind Jim, and the two of them stopped for a moment, Leonard smiling down at Spock, Spock reaching out to entwine the fingers of their hands before he felt Jim slide into him with one slick finger. Spock knew, objectively, that his body was a mix of Vulcan and Human, his hybrid physiology made up of equal parts of both species. However, when Jim’s knuckle brushed over something inside of him, he could not help the way he almost jackknifed off the bed, his eyes widened in shock.

Both men laughed a little, and truly Spock would have chided them for their behavior if Jim had not chosen that moment to add another finger, widening him just enough that he felt his muscle stretch, the tip of his finger brushing again over that small bump of nerves that caused his whole body to tremble, a most undignified sound emerging from his throat.

“Look at him, Bones.”

Spock heard the wood of the headboard groan alarmingly as his hand tightened.

“Hmmm. Yeah, Not exactly ‘Fleet regulations, is he?”

Spock managed to find the wherewithal to open his eyes and glare up at them, two identical smirks looking up at him from between his sprawled legs.

“Uh-oh, Bones. I think you’re pissing off your Vulcan.”

“I think you can fuck it outta...” Leonard broke off for a second making a horrible face. “Jesus, I didn’t know how hard it would be to do this without sounding like a bad holoporn.”

“Wait, there’s bad holoporn?”

Spock, who still was not well-versed on the complexities of human pranks, tried to communicate just how unamused he was at this particular juncture. Leonard bent to take him in his mouth, and Spock forgave him almost immediately. Jim seemed to turn it into some kind of competition, and added another slick finger, moving them steadily in and out until he jerked them out of Spock’s body with a gasp. Leonard moved off Spock and moved rather quickly so that he was behind Jim, the muscles in his arm bulging as he pulled Jim up.

“Okay, Oh-oh, okay. Fuck.” Jim stretched, bending down to grab one of Spock’s hands, sucking two of his fingers into his mouth as he lined up with Spock’s stretched little hole, pushing in slowly with a sweet, slick slide of flesh into his heat. Spock’s garbled shout seemed to urge the both of them on, and Spock watched as Jim’s own mouth slackened and realized that Leonard was sliding into Jim as Jim slid into him.

“Bones...” Jim’s gasp caused Spock’s cock to jerk on his stomach. He reached down to touch himself, but Leonard caught his hand, wet from Jim’s mouth and placed it back on the headboard.

Spock made sure his face communicated his displeasure and Leonard grinned down at him, gritting his teeth when Jim pulled back onto Leonard before thrusting back inside of Spock, his girth such that it dragged over his prostate with each push. Spock arched again, widening his legs so that Jim could have more room. The muscles in Jim’s arms corded and bunched as he held himself up.

Leonard helped, moving with a sharp movement of his hips that caused Jim to curse.

Spock could smell the sweat combining together into one intoxicating scent. The feel of Jim sliding inside of him was indescribable. and he wanted desperately to taste their minds as much as he could taste the the saltiness of their skin.

“Leonard, Jim, I. I must....”

He could see Leonard’s head fall forward onto Jim’s shoulder again, cheek sliding against Jim’s skin,his teeth sinking into the muscle there, causing Jim to jerk and curse, thrusting deeper into Spock. They moved together: Leonard into Jim into Spock. Over and over until Spock heard the headboard give an alarming crack and his control was gone and he was reaching desperately for both of them; these two dynamic minds that bemused and infuriated him, challenged and comforted him fingers sliding into place at last; lost when their minds crashed together sliding, overlapping like three pieces of a puzzle clicking into place after years of not realizing something was even missing.

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Spock came back to himself not knowing how much time had passed. The first thing he was aware of was that his inner time sense had completely deserted him. The second was that two very heavy someones were sprawled on top of him.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

He saw Jim’s arm give a half-hearted flop of movement. Leonard grunted and attempted to roll off of Jim.

He was unsuccessful.

Spock raised his other eyebrow and gently moved so that he was not under their combined weight. Jim made a sound that sounded somewhat like, “Guh” and Leonard moved so that Jim was sprawled on top of him, curled into his heat. “Ashayam?”

“Fine Spock. We’re both fine. Remind me to discuss that mind voodoo thing you did. Later.” Leonard yawned.

Spock leaned over and kissed Jim’s forehead, then Leonard’s, who rolled his eyes at him before looking down at Jim’s lax body, his usually curmudgeon features gentled into something much more tender. Spock simply allowed himself a small smile, settling onto Jim’s other side, curling his fingers with Leonard’s.

Jim would need his rest.

They did have much to discuss.

Later.

THE END!!!!!

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I really cant tell you how much I loved this fic bb. I love that it became OT3. I love that you wrote it so well and with such passion. I love that that they stay true to characters yet still manage to fall so hard for one another.

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

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