[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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[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Even Nyota's hand could not draw his eyes away from Spock and Bones, but that didn't mean he wasn't paying attention. It felt almost more intense this way as those beautiful fingers slid against his skin and wrapped around him, making his cock throb in her hand. It pulled a low groan from his chest, nothing he even tried to stop, and was matched with a small thrust of his hips.

The rumors about him were at least not completely overly exaggerated. He nicely matched his body type and had never ceased to be disappointed nor did anyone he was with seem that way either.

He moved his mouth so he could breathe against her ear, letting words spill as they would, "Wanna taste both of you. Wanna feel how hot he'll be in my mouth, wanna hear him lose control. Wanna prove to you just how good I can make you feel. I fucking love eating a girl out... nothing makes them lose control faster. Bet you smell just like a woman should, strong and musky..."

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

Spock lurched forward at the sudden cool touch, forehead pressing into Leonard's shoulder. It was automatic in that it hid how he closed his eyes, and he could breath the moan into his skin instead of the open air.

His mind couldn't help but point out the similarities to another situation, even in the heat of the moment. A hand wrapped around his cock, a low voice murmuring to him--

His hand fixed on Leonard's arm above the elbow. Tight at first, almost as if to move it away. Yet just as quickly as his mind had clicked to his memorizes and the building fear right at the edge of his thoughts, it argued against colouring this present picture. Simply feeling Leonard's bare hand and the buzz of pleasant thoughts was enough to sway him. This was allowed. Nyota was right there with him. He could enjoy this; Leonard wanted him to enjoy this. He could give and take pleasure as he wanted, nothing forced, and everything--comfortable.

Comfortable as in security, reassurance, trust. He trusted Nyota and Jim. He had trusted Leonard implicitly as a fellow officer and a doctor, but this was--he trusted him like the other two. Enough to allow him to touch and see and taste and hear when he wasn't in complete control of himself.

Spock's grip loosened, now simply resting against the skin. His hips thrust forward a little, seeking friction from Leonard's hand and the basic, physical pleasure it would bring.

If you believe I am hot in your hand, Almost teasing, if not clouded by a fog of lust. Imagine what I may be around you.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Yes... It was the only thought he could formulate at that moment, his mind blown at the intensity of the situation- seeing Kirk and Nyota, hearing them, the room beginning to get warmer, breathier, or was it just him, moans and sighs and skin, more and more skin, Spock's own pants falling to the floor under his hands. 

Yet in it all, in the haze of lust and need and want - there was a something else there. Not fear, but- a negative experience somewhere, was all Bones could sense, angering him, gentling his motions for a moment, bringing his mouth up to Spock's once more, this kiss more an exploration, soft and deep to mirror the long strokes to his cock. Bones was going go make this good, wanting to eradicate any trace of the other memory. 

Opening his eyes, he spotted the bed nearby. Bones edged them in that direction, hands on Spock's shoulders, and he gave him a little push onto their bed,  pulling off his own tented pants before joining him. "Bring her over here, Jim," he called out, voice rough and low as he surveyed Spock before him. A fraction of a second's hesitation, and then he dipped his mouth low to tease at a hard nipple.  

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

Before his hand slipped away from hers, Nyota focused her attention on Spock, on assuring him that this was alright, that he was safe and wanted. It vibrated through her, a constant feeling, but she wanted him to know just in case he ever doubted it. And then he was gone, and she smiled deviously up at Kirk.

She continued her smooth strokes to his cock for a moment, her lips trailing up to his ear so she could trace the shell of it with the tip of her tongue, swirling it around the round tip that was so different to what she was used to. "We'll see," she murmured, and then she withdrew, pulling away from him completely. Looking over her shoulder at Leo and Spock, she watched them for a minute, her mind summoning all kinds of fantasies from the sight of them together. And then she turned her back on Kirk, sliding her fingers into her shorts and sliding them slowly down her legs so she could step out of them.

"You heard the man Jim," she said in an indifferent tone, her fingers trailing back up her legs. She enjoyed exploring her own skin, still so sensitive from Spock's attention and then the feel of Kirk pressed against her.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

She was beautiful. In every way - body, mind, smile, eyes.. and that perfect ass. He'd known since that very first moment he spotted her in that shitty bar down by the shipyard in Iowa, knew it even more every moment she was in this room. His body complained at losing her touch, but hell, he couldn't complain about the view. He tugged at the last of his own clothing, letting it fall where it would to the floor without taking his eyes off her.

"Sure did." Just a whisper before a devilish smirk came to his lips. Kirk stepped forward, trailing his fingertips oh-so-gently over the toned muscle of her thighs, ass, up to the small of her back before scooping her up as neatly as a bride and walking with her over to the bed. There he put her down and got a good look at the three of them.

Nyota spread out like a goddess against his sheets, Bones lapping across Spock's chest, the faintest tinge of green on Spock's cheeks right to his ear-tips. This was really happening. Wasn't it? ...Best fucking dream ever otherwise. He knelt down slowly at the edge of the bed, sliding his hands up Nyota's legs. "Please?" Whispered, eyes bright even in the low light of the room. He wanted to taste her, get her ready for whatever happened tonight.

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

He had also been granted a survey of Leonard's body as the man had paused to stare down at him; his memory replaced the areas that had been covered before with this new-found knowledge. He took a deep breath as he felt Leonard's teeth and tongue at his skin, his chest arching up with it. Fingers slid through Leonard's hair, touching but not gripping. Relishing the fact there was no need to grip or tear him away.

Then Nyota was there near and next to him, and he reached out for her hand. He brushed her wrist, drew his touch up her palm...Vaksurik. Their fingers brushed, and the simultaneous sensations on two fronts of intimacy drew a soft gasp from his lungs. Surprise makes his body twist, just slightly, atop the covers.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

The cock in his hand didn't look different, other than the color of the flush of skin, but he'd seen that in Spock's face now, his throat, his nicely muscled chest. The heat coming off the Vulcan was unbelievable, Bones thought as he slid down his body, settling between his long legs. God, the man had nice legs...

Bones nosed at the hard cock before touching it with the tip of his tongue, tracing down the length with the softest touch, back up again then taking the head inside his mouth with a little groan, giving away how much he enjoyed this, the feel of that soft skin on his tongue. Eyes on Spock's face, it was amazing seeing those stoic features fall, letting him see Spock enjoying the pleasure, the feeling of all of them together.

The juxtaposition wasn't lost on him - he and Kirk next to each other, kneeling in front of their guests, this beautiful couple they were sharing this with. Sucking Spock's cock harder now, Bones' hand reached out to Kirk's, linking their fingers tight.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

It was a little odd; she had spent so long fighting Kirk, trying to gain the upper hand in subtle ways. She'd refuse to call him Captain off the Bridge, ignore him if he ever tried to use her first name. And now here he was, settling at the foot of the bed and asking her to give up and let him take control. More than that, she was willing to give it to him, reaching out with her hand to run gentle fingers across his cheek before she settled back against the sheets.

She risked a glance over at Spock, admiring the green flush in his cheeks (it always had been her favorite color) and the way Bones looked between his legs. Coupled with Jim's fingers against her skin, it was almost too much, and she had to bite down on her lip from saying something. He may have the upperhand, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan just yet.

"Jim," was all she said as she looked back down at him, her voice low and a little breathless.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

Kirk smiled up at her, feeling Bones catching his hand. He curled his fingers tenderly with Bones', refusing to let go even though it would make his work a little more difficult. Carefully he slid his hand up along Uhura's thigh, his eyes closing as he felt the strength of muscle beneath. He tucked his free hand under her knee and nudged her leg over his shoulder and around him, spreading her thighs so he could get in close.

Kirk took a slow, deep breath, inhaling her scent. Deep and warm and musky, exactly how a woman was supposed to smell. It was something organic, unique to every woman in its own way. It was richer, probably after having spent time in that delicious leather outfit. It made him grin lazily up at her.

He brought his mouth down and gave almost a cat-like nuzzle of her labia to gently part them, following the part between them with the tip of his tongue. He curled the tip around where the labia met, feeling the protective hood recede the tiniest bit so he could breathe across her clit. He wanted to make her feel good, feel perfect, wanted to make her cry out. Even better that he'd get to listen to every sound Bones and Spock made. Equally he made a note that at some point, they would have to trade off. The idea of Bones being in Nyota was just as hot as him being in Spock...

[cso-spock.livejournal.com]

The statement was true, what he had asked about Leonard's tongue. Feeling that cool mouth encompass him (different yet similar), gentle and pleasurable, helped to chip away at his negative associations.

Spock's tongue touched his lips briefly, gaze briefly unfocused as it stared up at the ceiling before glancing down at Leonard. His hand came up and the side of his thumb graced the curve of that all-too-human ear, admiring through touch. The pads of his fingers brushed the skin behind his ear.

Leonard... The name was almost breathed on a quiet sigh as he relaxed, tipping his head back slightly to expose his throat.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Spock... he answered in his head, his mouth full of the Vulcan's cock. Fingers at his ears and neck, gentle touches quietly urging him on in that way that Spock had, making him feel like he was still following instructions, despite being the more active participant in this.

Letting go of Kirk's hand, he reached around him and opened the drawer of the nighttable next to the bed and reached for the lube. Pressing his mouth on Kirk's shoulder long enough to give him a little bite, he moved back to Spock and took his cock in his mouth once more, this time his slick fingers exploring further between his legs.

One finger circled Spock's entrance, and with a deep breath, looking up at Spock waiting for him to tell him to stop, Bones nudged the fingertip inside.

[just-uhura.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I fail so badly, I know this took forever!]

All of those times she wouldn't admit to watching Kirk on the Bridge, the way his tongue would flick out against his bottom lip when he was considering something-- they were nothing compared to the real thing. Almost automatically her free hand moved from the sheets at her side to his head, her fingers curling in his hair. Gently at first, just a subtle encouragement that he was doing it ohsoright.

Her own tongue came out to dampen her lips, eyes closed as she let out a deep breath. It was good-- great, but still not enough. It felt like she'd been constantly teased for the past half hour, from the moment Spock had come to her room to right now. Her patience only stretched so far. Giving Kirk's hair a sharper tug, Nyota slid her fingers around Spock's wrist and pulled his hand up to her mouth. With still closed eyes, she ghosted her lips over his palm, exhaling a soft "Jim" against his skin. She slid her fingers down to trace her nails over the shell of Kirk's ear as she curled her tongue around the tip of Spock's index finger just as Leo had done earlier, before she took it into her mouth.

Payback could be a bitch.

[kirktastic.livejournal.com]

That heavy encouragement surprised him, but it only made Kirk grin widely against her flesh. He nipped so gently and looked up to her, licking his lips before just digging in. He wrapped his lips around her clit and ground down with the tip of his tongue. He slid a finger through the mess of wetness just below his mouth, encouraging her to open up.

He reached out and slid a hand up over Spock's leg, murmuring into his mind. Tell me what you want, Spock. Anything.

[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.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

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.