[Sometimes Alone, Sometimes Never] - [Kirk and ???]

[kirktastic]

Kirk walked silently from the party, his stomach churning violently. He didn't stop at anything, not even quiet comments in the hall directed towards him. He walked straight towards the bridge, needing it in a way he didn't even fully realize himself. It was his place to center himself.

When he got up to the bridge, there were only two people there. One who was keeping track of space around them and making sure their orbit stayed steady, and the other was on the communications console, looking bored. He gave a thin smile to both, "At ease, if you would." He gave a gesture with his head, "Fifteen minutes, please."

They got the clue at least, and within the minute, the bridge was his. Alone, silent except for the beeping of the consoles around him. Kirk took a long, deep breath and walked across the bridge, fingers caressing as he went along chairs and consoles until he sat down in his chair.

God dammit, his ass groove felt off.

After a few squirms, Kirk settled down into the faux leather and closed his eyes. It felt like being home. This was his home, now. This ship, this bridge, this seat. He let himself just... sit. Breathe.

When he felt himself relax, almost half asleep, he realized something he had to do. "Computer. Last known date and time when Yeoman Harold Lee was aboard this ship."

"Last known scan of Yeoman Harold Lee - One week, two days, sixteen hours, and forty-two minutes."

Kirk's heart fucking stopped in his chest. He knew it wasn't keeping exact track of any one person on the ship so that number wasn't quite right but... but... How could someone have been off the ship for so long and no one noticed!?

He dropped his head into his hands and let out a small sound. Because of me. They were so worried about George and me that no one even noticed.

"Computer. At my location, give me a list of all transports on or off the ship in the last two weeks." It took only moments to bring up things he already knew, and a few he didn't, but none of them were unknown to the ship or had been marked as safe. (Another one to the Narada... he hated it.)

Harold Lee had not been beamed off this ship, but wasn't on it anymore. "Fuck." He whispered, leaning back in the chair, trying to think. Harold was from another universe to begin with... could he have ended up back there? Could Harold still have his padd? Would sending a message work? So, Kirk gave it a shot. it wasn't a huge surprise when within seconds he received a message saying the padd was unreachable.

...Harold, be okay. Fuck. If he wasn't beamed off, and a quick check said no shuttles had come or gone except Ephram Green's... there seemed little other reason. Fuck. He needed to talk to Spock about this...

Spock. Fuck. Another thing he didn't know how to deal with.

The other Spock was dealing with Nero and the Narada... Bones had his mother and daughter to deal with...

Kirk opened his eyes and looked around the empty bridge, and winced. This was home, but right now, he couldn't be here.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to no one, feeling frustrated. He gave a loving stroke over the armrest of his chair, then left the bridge entirely. In the morning, he could deal with everything, including Harold, including Spock, including Bones.

Wasn't this party supposed to have been restful and fun, or something similar?

Kirk went up to his room, stripped down, tugged the mask off, and just fell face forward into his bed. Just want to sleep.

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[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock wouldn't actually say that it was too much, to have them all touching him simultaneously with their minds wide open and so honest. But his thoughts stuttered as he felt Leonard's finger, again as Nyota's tongue touched his hand, threatened to elope with his reason and desert him entirely as Jim demanded his attention through this haze of touch and sensation.

He looked down at Leonard, but didn't refuse him. Spock wanted to feel the warm velvet of that mind again, and if he had to indulge in something than his usual activities, why not? (His desire had consumed his reason completely).

love, Nyota's touch spread a tingling warmth out over his skin. Encouragement, stirring confidence in him to glance at Jim with his request. He was going to ensure Nyota enjoyed this; what he could not give her as a Vulcan, he would deliver through other pathways, newly available.

His thoughts focused on Jim's hand. Experience, skill that rivaled Leonard, but most of all power, command. Wouldn't it be exhilarating, if he could feel that straight from Jim's fingertips, palming his skin, making him feel the extremes of pleasure (and pain?), just like he pushed and pulled as a captain (and friend?).

Please her, Jim. You are more than capable. The first priority. Then, I want you. Demonstrate... A hitch of breath, yet another pause to his thoughts, as he felt Leonard's finger slide deeper. ...what you were willing to do in the turbolift.

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Bones felt the shivers, despite Spock's attempts to keep them in check as his finger made small circles, movements slow and controlled as he stretched him, Bones spending a lot of time opening Spock, stretching him.

Sliding up back up his body, Bones nuzzled his chest, biting lightly at his nipples before catching his mouth, kissing him gently, softly, his tongue sliding against Spock's as his finger inside Spock twisted, brushed his prostate.

Taking Spock's free hand, he pressed it to his own aching cock, rubbing against Spock's hip. "Tell me what you want," he whispered, a second finger nudging his entrance. "I want to hear you say it."

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk could have sworn that, just for a second, he felt more then he was - a warmth at his hand and a pressure between his thighs. It made him gasp aloud, back arching, before he moaned into Nyota's skin and gave her every bit of pleasure that Spock wanted. He could hear Bones beside him, pouring Southern coated honey into Spock's ears, knowing just that tone.

He actually risked looking up just in time to see their lips brushing, looked down to see a talented hand at work. Bones turned him on like nothing else, and watching him do those dirty wonderful things to someone else, so that he could see it, made his cock throb.

Kirk brought up his hand and ghosted it over Nyota's thigh, up to where her wetness glistened in the low lighting. His eyes looked up over the length of her body and he paused in his movements to slide up along her body, a finger gently sliding into her as his mouth found one dark nipple and teased it with his tongue. If he only ever had one chance at this, he wanted to do it right. He wanted to please them both.

He needed to tell Bones to hold off on fucking that gorgeous body spread out beneath him, except it was hard with his mouth being busy.