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

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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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Kirk shuddered through that kiss, feeling Spock's pleased feeling curl straight through him in every good way. There was something.. something..

Slowly he broke the kiss, laying his forehead against Spock's for a moment, "...if... if we're gonna do this, Spock," He breathed softly, a hand coming up to rub his thumb along Spock's jaw, "This isn't just... sex."

He sounded almost confused, and honestly was. He wasn't sure what he was doing, and that made him almost nervous. He always knew what he was doing. He was sure in his steps. He made the right choices. Except... in this.

He stepped back, keeping his hand linked, "I'm missing someone." He whispered, the corners of his mouth lifting. "And besides, we can't do this here. Promised."

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Bones knew it was wasteful, using all that water, but it felt so good, his muscles loosening and relaxing.

He heard a voice, Kirk taking, and he chuckled, wondering if he was planning on joining him. After a few minutes Kirk hadn't shown up, so he turned off the water and stepped out.

Bones wrapped a towel around his waist and was heading out of the bathroom when he stopped in his tracks.

Kirk wasn't talking to him. The room, dimly lit, no one saw him in the doorway, though he could easily make out Spock and Nyota, Spock's hand in Kirk's, and Bones frowned. He could make out the words Kirk was saying and he understood, but none of it made sense.

Except it did make sense - they wanted Kirk tonight, and they came looking for him. Shit...

He took another step into the room, making enough noise to get their attention. Standing there, towel wrapped loose around his hips, the flush on his face creeping down his chest as he became aware of how undressed he was. He hurried to grab a pair of track pants out the dresser and quickly tossed them on in the bathroom before walking back out, not catching anyone's eyes until he at least had some pants on.

Bones glanced up at Nyota briefly then Spock, acknowledging them before turning to Kirk. "Hey," he said, confused as fuck. His eyes were dark and cloudy. "Do I need to leave?" he asked, hoping he didn't sound as unsure as he felt.

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Kirk's entire body tensed like a bow string, and he turned his head to look at Bones. Shit... He hadn't even noticed the running shower or that Bones had come into their quarters. When he was sleeping? When had he gotten so used to Bones that he could sleep while Bones came in?

Kirk licked his lips as Bones vanished, his hand tightening on Nyota's and dropping entirely from Spock's. His heart was beating faster, and there was a strange twisting feeling in his stomach that he couldn't remember ever feeling before. When had he ever gotten nervous about something so simple as sex?

Maybe when you realized there was something more going on here? He thought grumpily to himself, then looked to Spock.

He grabbed the Vulcan's hand again, eyes firm. He's the missing something.

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Indeed.

McCoy's appearance was surprising, though not entirely illogical when one considered the circumstances. The water rolling off his shoulders and the way his damp hair was messed in a peculiar fashion was even less expected, but not unwelcome. It was anything he hadn't seen before, given the man's costume earlier, but the setting and the events made it so much more--different.

His curiosity was piqued again, still racing after having tasted Jim, and it reached out towards this man. An engima like Jim, but something solid and quiet like a black hole in the depths as opposed to a bright and pulsing quasar like Jim. Briefly, Spock remembered the scent Yontaya had attributed to McCoy, strong-water-help. The coolness intrigued him, and juxtaposed against what he had felt of him before, that unfortunate night on Risa…

Spock considered the possibility he was asking for more than he could handle. Humans were not specimens to collect, not crystals to adorn his shelves. Yet he could see himself enjoying their company--had seen it, in fact.

"No." Spock spoke up first, calm and confident. His gaze surveyed McCoy as he stood there. "I would not object to your company."

If anything, it would help him decipher Jim. Perhaps, if Spock was more fortunate, he could see yet more of human nature from another perspective.

want. The pulse was too small to be detected by Jim. To Nyota, it would remind her of holding hands and scientific oddities--the desire to unravel, to study, to understand. But he also looked at her; would she be comfortable with McCoy present? This question and similar others remained palpable between them but unsaid.

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As Jim had moved forward, Nyota's eyes had fallen closed, head tilted to one side as she tried to open her mind to what Spock was feeling. She kept a firm grip on both their hands, enjoying the warm tingle that she had come to understand was pleasure. They weren't strong enough to overwhelm her, the tactile bond wasn't a meld and her mind was still her own. Yet as with everything to do with Spock, she had enjoyed figuring out what each little sensation meant, how he felt when he sent them to her.

Hearing Jim speak broke the spell, and her eyes snapped open again, darting back and forth between man and Vulcan. She had opened her mouth to voice the exact same thing, to mention that there was Leonard to consider, when the man in question did that for her. It must have looked suspicious, though she didn't know the specific boundaries of their relationship to judge how he must be feeling. If she had a spare hand, she would have moved forward to try and reassure him, though it occured to her she didn't know how. She cared for him and considered him to be important in her life, but never stopped to consider how he felt about her. She honestly didn't know.

She looked back to meet Spock's gaze, the question there. For a beat she couldn't answer, her mind withdrawing back into itself to consider it. Who was she to assume that he would even want her there? It was different with Spock, whose feelings she could sense, and Jim who always made it painfully clear that he considered her physically attractive at least. She was less sure on the rest. But Leonard... And then for a moment it was overwhelming, and it took all her self-control not to pull back her hands and step away from them.

It made perfect sense when she thought about it. They were all so fitting, like smaller pieces of a larger puzzle that worked so well. There was James (Jim) who burned hard and fast like the sun. And Leonard who balanced him out so well, all velvety smooth and dark. Then came Spock, who was everything between and always everywhere to her. Sometimes she could just sit and watch as they argued and discussed, each a force just as strong as the other. Mind, body and spirit. Was it wrong of her to wonder if maybe that was how it should be, like the other universe?

But she couldn't, wouldn't say no, so she nodded, looking back to the Doctor. "If you want to stay," Nyota offered. "If you want us to stay."

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To say this was unexpected was an understatement. Bones watched Kirk's face intently as this conversation went on, looking to see if there was anything in there that could help him understand. It wasn't as if he was surprised, really, though this was the last thing he was expecting tonight.

Sometimes in the dark of the night when they talked and laughed to themselves, Kirk would muse about various parings and configurations he wanted to experience, together with him, and after that night in Risa with the other Jim and Spock, Bones knew that Kirk truly did want him there if possible. But this was one couple never mentioned. Kirk didn't fuck around with crew. Kirk didn't interfere in established relationships. Kirk liked to keep it light and fun and exciting - and the three of them standing there before him was anything but - this situation felt like it had its own gravity and he was being drawn into it, drawn into Jim's eyes.

Then his eyes moved to Nyota... that was a bit of a surprise, he had to admit. Beautiful, strong, her relationship with Spock was such an enigma. Could she really want this? He asked her with his eyes, worried. But she didn't look away.

His eyes lingered on Spock's longest, drawn into the blackness, the slight flush of his skin. This is you keeping away from him.... It was easier to think that than try and decipher the heated look Spock was giving him, taking him apart from the inside, exposing him the same way he did during their mind meld.

"Is this what you want?" he asked Kirk, turning back to him again, a step closer. His eyes were dark in confusion and wonder... and curiosity. Right or wrong, whatever that said about him, for Bones it always came down to that question. What did Jim want?

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Kirk's fingers curled, feeling a tension mounting in the room that was curling between all four of them, binding them together in somewhat subtle and not subtle ways. It was as heavy as syrup, slowing time until the rest of the universe slipped away when they weren't paying attention.

He stared at Bones, those dark eyes. Three sets of dark eyes were focused on him, black in the dark room, their stares heated. He had never felt something quite like this, something that gripped at him and turned what should have been a 'fuck yea!' rough and tumble threesome into more then he ever thought. That something, potent as moonshine, was terrifying for someone like him who was used to keeping sex very, very separate from the rest of his life.

He let his hand drop from Uhura's (Nyota's... privileged), and he stepped forward towards Bones. Another step, another, bringing him up to the man he had given that first tiny piece of himself to and asked Bones to keep it safe. His hands felt alien and divorced as they came up to cup Bones' face, that gorgeous face he had wanted to fuck, then needed as his best friend, then loved as everything else he possibly could.

"Don't know what I want," His words were only a breath, meant for Bones alone, "Just... know what feels right." He kept their eyes locked, trying to convey everything he didn't know how to say. "Doesn't feel right without you. I..." Hesitation, drifting, things he didn't let happen. His usually fast thinking tongue was deserting him at the worst possible time.

"Can't do this without you. Don't want to do this without you." I don't think I can. "Only if you do, too." The something between all of them felt like it was vibrating, faster and faster until it hummed and could snap under the pressure or could fade into the background and become nothing at all.

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His hands moved up to Kirk's face, and he vaguely wondered what it would look like to anyone else, if anyone could even imagine how it was between them- Kirk tender and loving in a way no other person saw, Bones almost desperate in his need for the other man. Alone, they weren't the men everyone else knew. Alone they were unrecognizable except to each other.

Their foreheads together, Bones took a deep breath, knowing that this wasn't something small, this was going to mean something to Kirk... and that scared him more than the sex. But he also knew it was going to happen, a sense of inevitability that had burrowed in the back of his head since he'd heard about the other Jim and Spock from the old Spock. You two are supposed to do great things together, he remembered telling Kirk once, so worried he was going to lose his best friend. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

So his answer was just as inevitable- a kiss on the forehead, another on Kirk's slightly opened mouth, and a murmured, "Yeah." He could do this... and looking over at the other couple in the room, his arm possessively around Kirk, he surprised himself by realizing that he wanted to be here.

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Something eased inside Kirk that he didn't even know was tensed up, a pressure that resembled a giant fist locked around his heart released. His breath shuddered out, and he turned to face the other two in the room. They stood together, hands still linked together in an intimate gesture for Spock. Just being close together like this, specially in front of someone else, was intimate for Bones and himself.

Bones could no more lose Kirk then he could his own heart. Instead of terrifying Kirk like it should have, the knowledge that the reverse was no different gave him a sense of security like nothing else in the world could. They stood together as captain and officer, friend and friend, lover to lover.

They could handle this, too.

"Well then," Kirk said in a slightly lame tone, a small grin coming to his face. It didn't stop things from being awkward, only time and testing would take care of even some of that, but it was a start. He reached down and squeezed Bones' hand, encouraging and tender, before stepping forward. "Where were we?" Since, suddenly, everything was okay. The reservations of moments before were gone.

He grabbed Spock's shirt and pulled him back into the kiss they had started, his entire body thrumming with a certain sense of victory and depth that could be seen in every line of his body as much as felt through the touch of their lips.

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His mind wasn't wide open like his other counterparts seemed fond of doing; Spock didn't want to broadcast this to them across the tenuous threads. It would be immediate, here, now, under the tips of his fingertips and at the forefront of his thoughts. The victory from Jim twined in his own sense of satisfaction, hot and simmering and wholesome.

There was a channel open for Nyota, though, so she could feel Jim as well as he: the vivacity of Jim's actions and the feel of his skin as Spock's hand wandered under his shirt, fingertips gracing over muscle until it slid to his back. Bubbling up was the building urge to test what sparked him, alongside the note about the strength of his form as Spock pulled him close as he could.

Yet Spock also gave little gifts to Jim besides the kiss that was mutually claiming. The heat of his thoughts pressed equally against all outlets, but for Jim's sake it was almost tentative. Want. An offering of himself that he made in exchange for a chance to understand and experience more, one that he denied to everyone but Nyota (until now--the universe never did create something from nothing).

His hand wandered down to more sensitive areas. Invite him closer, Spock murmured to them both, sparing the briefest glance to McCoy (Leonard). Not the indifferent glance he gave him in sickbay, not in the least. So, so curious to watch how the flame would react to a calming influence--and already hypothesizing that it would be swept up into the heat just the same.

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Once again Nyota opened herself up, enjoying the shared experience that reignited the warm pool of desire she had felt earlier beneath Spock's hands. It was almost as if she could feel Jim against her, the press of his lips, though not quite.

Looking back over to McCoy, she held out the hand that Jim had dropped, beckoning him closer. "Leo," she murmured, her voice soft yet firm. "Come here."

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Fuck, she was beautiful, Bones thought, standing there in the shadows as he shuffled, barefooted toward her. He took her hand in his and laced their fingers together, eyes only on her despite the soft noises coming from Spock and Kirk. He could sense in her a hint of his own worry and wonder, a feeling of being a third wheel, an accessory; he wanted her to know that for him, she was welcome and appreciated.

One hand came to rest lightly on her shoulder as he stood behind her, and kissing the side of her head, he leaned close to her, eyes finally turning to watch Kirk and Spock.

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What drew him to Spock, Kirk could no longer say. Like a moth to the flame, or maybe better, two magnets forced together by nature. They complimented each other, but had little balance. Uhura and Bones were the ones that balanced them. Together, as four, they stood strong. A square, solid and true.

Kirk's hands thought nothing of this, just sliding under Spock's shirts with a single minded determination. He wanted Spock, wanted Uhura, wanted Bones, mind already producing hungry images that he barely even could fully realize before they moved onto something else. The idea of how Nyota might taste against his tone, how Spock would feel in him, would Bones dare take either of them... endless, endless possibilities.

His thumbs smoothed over pale skin at the lower back, mouth encouraging anything Spock would bring to him, encouraging him to not have to be gentle. He could take it, and even more then that, wanted it. Flame, fire, heat. Which it was... could no longer be told.

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He peppered the rest of Jim's jaw with the biting kisses like before, marking skin that had yet to flush or be tasted. The thoughts forming and nearly overflowing from Jim's thoughts were easily skimmed off, but even this small snippet sent ripples through him, made him grip his fingers into rounded muscle.

His mouth dipped lower to that delicate neck, but his lips were soft over the tattoos. He licked the long, fine line of one before drawing away, opened his stance a little towards Nyota and Leonard but one side of him was still firmly pressed against Jim. Their gazes didn't waver as he then brought Nyota's hand to his mouth, and kissed her knuckles, taking comfort and passion and security from the motion.

"Do you still insist that we cannot do this here?" Spock asked Jim in a low voice, his lips still brushing Nyota's skin. Perhaps she could distinguish the subtle change and rounding of his vowels as they tend away from Standard and towards Vulcan. "Or have your conditions been...satisfied?"

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Her eyes followed Leonard as he moved, seeking the same reassurance that he did; was this what he wanted? There was a certain comfort in having him close, in feeling him step behind her and stay there, solid and warm. He had always been a soothing presence and she trusted him implicitly, even when he was frustrating her to high heavens. But they could all do that, and they all did on a regular basis.

For a moment her attention was pulled between the two; between the hot hot heat of Jim, of Spock, and the cool balm of Leonard. The feel of her hand being drawn up and familiar lips brushing over her skin drew her out of the sensation, though the memory of how good it felt remained.

"God I hope so," Nyota all but moaned, unsure when her voice became so low and breathless.

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"Stay." Kirk whispered, "Please." He watched Spock's mouth, the way of that pure heat tracing Uhura's skin. He shifted his weight and moved to gently nose the side of Bones' head, rumbling into his ear.

"...wanna feel all of you against me." He whispered, just barely loud enough that he thought of them would be able to hear them. His hands slid along Bones' body, brushing against Uhura's, tilting his gaze towards Spock hungrily.

He reached over to grasp Spock's hand with a little smirk, pupils wide, and tried to force a single image to the surface. Spock's hands holding his to keep him locked there, fucking him good and hard as he ate out Uhura, her tasting Bones--scratch--Bones taking Spock?

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The look Bones gave Kirk was familiar - fondness mixed with little smile at Kirk's greediness. But he nodded all the same, knowing that contact was so important to Kirk, the feeling on skin-on-skin driving him deeper into the experience.

One thing was certain - they were all wearing too much clothes. Still standing behind Nyota, Bones' hands slid down off her shoulders and down the side, coming to rest around her waist, fingertips grazing under her shirt, such soft skin. Looking over at Spock, he reached down and tugged her top up and off her slim body.

One arm wrapped around her, feeling her skin against his own bare chest, he stepped them both closer toward Kirk, pushing her almost in front of Kirk so he could feel her softness as well. Standing much closer to Spock now, he could feel the heat coming off of him, and looking more confident that he felt, Bones reached out and ran his fingers of his free hand along the back of Spock's neck just as Kirk took Spock's hand in his own.

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One thing was certain: he had underestimated the flood of thoughts and emotions that would occur when he was in contact with all four of them at the same time. There was the foundation of Nyota's thoughts, seductive and keeping him rooted in reality, the somewhat-familiar flavour of Leonard now spiced with lust that feels warm and smooth, and then Jim's image. Spock already received it with startling clarity, but his own imagination filled in the blanks and sharpened the corners, hypothesized the possible physical sensations. Not only could he feel them, he could see them, Nyota and Leonard already half-nude...

It was, in short, overwhelming. His counterparts would have to erect their own shields against the accidental broadcast.

Spock closed his eyes, let out a shaky exhale (that wasn't a moan, by his own waning control) with his chin falling a little towards his chest before opening them again, to glance over to Leonard. Jim suggests that you fuck me. He informed him bluntly, so that the words would pierce through his own hazy thoughts. If any Vulcans were to see him, they would say that the edge of his lips was curling into a smirk. Is this a valid possibility? Would you enjoy that activity, Leonard?

He wasn't completely certain he himself would go through with it, but that wasn't the purpose of the question.

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In the few minutes Leonard had been involved in this unique situation, once it became a reality, a few idea, configurations danced in his head, but none of them had involved that. Trust Kirk to have envisioned that, he mused to himself, the hand wrapped around Nyota sliding off her to stroke Kirk's arm softly.

Unsure of his own voice right now, Bones just looked at Spock, as if he hadn't heard it. After a moment, he slowly nodded, his own mouth forming a small smile. Not a smirk or a leer, but something more genuine, warmer, maybe the first real smile he'd ever offered the Vulcan. Yeah, he could do that.

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This entire situation was new; a little confusing, and more than a little exciting. Through her fingertips she could still feel the bright spark of pleasure that electrified her nerves. She was so, so warm, with Leonard pressed behind her and Spock to her side, Jim so close. Yet at his words, at the images her mind brought forward, a shiver ran down her spine.

She dutifully raised her arms, dropping Spock's hand long enough to allow Leonard to get rid of her top. She was insanely grateful, and reached behind her with her other hand to stroke light fingertips over the curve of his shoulder, just to touch him. As soon as she was pushed closer to Jim, her eyes fluttered open and she gave him a salacious grin.

She pressed her free hand against his chest, sliding it up until her fingers rested against the curve of his neck as it met his shoulder. There, just for a second, she lingered, feeling the beat of his pulse. It was strong, just like him, and she gave into temptation, leaning forward to press her lips against his neck. Her tongue flicked out to taste him with a soft exhalation that wasn't quite a moan, not yet. She continued up with slow, gentle kisses, until she reached the smooth slope of his jaw. "Jim," she murmured against his skin, her hand tightening around Spock's.

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When her fingers touched his neck, Kirk tensed. Not just a small thing, but like a brief shock that passed through his system. He almost pulled back when it passed through, but she moved her hand and it turned to kisses. As soon she did, he relaxed as well. He leaned into the touch, trembling just for the briefest moment before grinning. "All yours. All of you."

His hands came up, gently stroking up her sides and brushing his thumbs over the side swells of her breasts. A part of him was amazed that he was being able to touch her like this, feel that smooth warm skin beneath his hands. He leaned in to her body, mouth to the side of her head. "Beautiful."

He could feel Spock there, a trembling feeling in his chest, something he had felt another time before at a much grander scale.

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Leonard's smile--something new, something comforting like Nyota's presence and Jim's honey thoughts, something he wants to see more and know the origin of. He slid closer to him, a little behind him, shifting his grip with Nyota to the other hand so he could maintain the two-way feed, tasting Jim while he tasted Leonard.

Spock's lips brushed his shoulder while his hand palmed the strong muscles of his back, slid down smooth over the small of it. Committing it all to memory yet also adding to his own imagination. He placed a tentative kiss at the side of Leonard's neck, and let slip his present project: imagining this strength and focused energy against his body, his nails digging into these shoulder blades, that southern drawl in his ear.

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Bones stilled at the feel of Spock moving around him, his eyes closed slightly at Spock's mouth on him. It was infinitely softer than he expected, just the feel of lips on his shoulder.

He stood there a moment, head falling back just slightly as he felt Spock's kiss to his neck. He made a noise, his mouth open as he breathed out, didn't care about containing it, and as the fingers on his back moved lower Bones turned, hands dropping from Nyota, his body twisted sharply and he caught Spock's mouth with his own, kissing him harder than he planned, grabbing at Spock's shoulders to hold him still. Bones groaned again into the kiss, the mouth under his unfamiliar yet there was something there and he was unable to stop himself from feeling anything other than the need to control some small part of this situation that was threatening to engulf him.

Bones' hands slid to under Spock's shirt, fingers dancing at the waistband of his pants before reaching up to feel the hot skin of his torso, blazing under his fingertips. He began unbuttoning Spock's shirt from the bottom, stilling their kiss long enough to catch Spock's eye as his shirt began opening in front of him, the kiss resuming as he slowly pulled it back down over Spock's shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

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Nyota stilled for a brief moment, pulling back enough to look into those terrifyingly blue eyes. She hadn't meant to make him shudder, at least not in that way, and sliding her palm to rest against his cheek she gave him a gentle smile. As Jim moved closer to her, that hand continued around - slowly - to the nape of his neck, curling her fingers in his hair.

His hands were so different from Spock's, a little rougher on her skin, but she enjoyed it and encouraged him with a quiet murmur. Her eyes closed again, and she couldn't see what Leonard and Spock were doing. But she could hear, and she could feel, the mixed sensations flushing her body with a warm glow that frustrated as much as it pleased her. Tilting her head, she caught Jim's lips in a feverish kiss, trying to find a focus for the overwhelming feelings. He tasted like something sweet followed by a slow burn, and if she had to name it she would say he tasted like the stars.

Her fingers slipped from Spock's for a brief moment as she felt the soft brush of fabric, and she whimpered against his lips at the loss of contact. And then he was back, and she leaned into Jim, trailing her hand from his neck to trace the curve of his spine. When her hand reached the small of his back, she pressed her palm flat, pulling him closer so she could feel more of his skin against her. That was all she could think about; feeling him, feeling all of them, wanting them oh so close.

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The sounds of the kiss he could hear behind him were pure liquid encouragement, small and subtle but igniting him in every fashion. They sung throughout his veins, pure and hot, until all he wanted to do was press Nyota against the wall of his room and taste every inch of her skin. The idea had merit. More then merit.

Kirk pulled his head back, one hand moving up to cup her cheek just for a second before his lips broke out into a dazzling grin. The tattoos around his eyes gave him an intense look, but the grin softened it away. He leaned in, whispering against her ear as his other hand traveled south to give that absolutely delicious ass a squeeze (every bit as fine as he thought it would feel). "Gonna make you feel so good." His voice was a promise.