[NVC Day 15] -- [And Then? Things Got Weird] -- [Kirk/Bones/Sam]

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When they woke up in the morning, Jim was alone in bed. Jim only briefly thought of it, of the lovely lady that they had ravaged (and ravaged right back, wondered if he could convince Bones to do this again) and wondering where Bones was. Otherwise, he felt damn good. Hungry, thirsty, but good. He took a slow deep breath on the salty air that came from the open windows and grinned up at the ceiling. Felt good to be alive. At least, for now.

Jim slid out of the bed and stretched out the length of him, nose wrinkling at the feeling of seriously, seriously needing a shower. He scratched at his stomach and grabbed a purple-hued fruit from the basket that was gratefully replenished by their Vulcan hosts every so often. He bit into it - sweet, a hint sour, all around good - as he went into the bathroom.

One fruitless-pit and a shower later, Jim was actually beginning to wonder where Bones was. He wandered over to the console in their room, just a towel draped around his shoulders to catch drips from his hair, and typed into it.

Much to his surprise, there was a notice saying that the trial was postponed due to a epidemic going around. With some further investigation, Jim almost couldn't believe it. It mentioned a spreading-wide epidemic of sorts... all involving sex. Huh... explains something or other. He felt fine for now, though. Maybe it was a 24 hour bug, but the Vulcans had to be freaking out. Jim just laughed. We probably sexed it out of ourselves. There was pride in that.

The weight of the day suddenly lifted with the idea that they weren't going to the trial again today, pushing it into the back of his mind in the only way he could deal without having to be constantly stressed about it. Jim grabbed some loose clothing, debating on the idea of shooting Bones a comm to find out if he wanted to get some real breakfast when the buzzer rang.

Definitely not Bones then. Jim walked over to the door, grabbing one of the multitude of what looked like pop bottles on the table. It was getting warm, but right now it was better than water. He popped the top as he opened the door, taking a sip.

Shit! He nearly spit it out when he saw who their visitor was. "...Sam."

(OOC: You get a warning. If you don't want to read this sort of stuff, you don't have to. Sex-pop, Jim/Bones/Sam. You get the idea.)

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[dreadpiratekirk.livejournal.com]

Sam looked Jim up and down. There was no doubt that his brother was on vacation. The loose clothes, stubble, and skin that was still pink from the shower were all red flags of relaxation.

Sam waited for his brother to stop choking on his drink before he asked, "is McCoy around?"

Although he had messaged McCoy a few times, he had never received a reply. The doctor had been in a bad place the last time Sam had seen him. He'd waited two days, but he couldn't stand to let it go any longer.

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(OOC: No stubble. Jim uses supressors for that.)

Jim looked his brother up and down as his whole body went a little cold at the question. He had spoken his approval (maybe not approval, a little more like his acceptance) of his brother and the love of his life, but having Sam there made it feel open and near instead of closed and distant and forgettable.

"No," he answered honestly, only in light of that acceptance. "Woke up alone this morning." Much to his surprise, at least.

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"Will you tell him I stopped by?" Sam asked. "I haven't heard from him in a few days."

He didn't want to stay any longer than he had to, and the cold look in Jim's eyes did nothing to assuage him of that decision. It had been made clear that he wasn't exactly his brother's favorite person. However, his concern for McCoy outweighed his need to avoid his brother.

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It was all wrong. He had gotten Sam back into his life after so long, he didn't want to end up avoiding him. How the hell did it all end up happening? Equally, why did he feel hot? ...again. Jim took another drink of the soda trying to force it down. "Course." A few days? Maybe Bones had talked to Sam after what had happened with Spock. "...He'll probably be right back."

He was trying, trying to be okay with it, even though he wasn't. He figured it was the universe's way of getting him back for making Bones suffer.

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Sam took half a step back. "Don't want to interrupt your vacation. I just wanted to touch base with him before I left the city for a few days."

His heart was going faster than it had any reason to. He wasn't afraid of his brother. Sure, he had a nasty habit of punching him recently, but there was no reason for violence today. Sam hadn't been running. It had been normal until Jim had opened the door and taken a step out towards him.

"By the way, do you want a cat?" Sam asked as his mind reeled.

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Jim's brows came together. The hell? "Vacation? This definitely hasn't been a vacation." If Sam only knew the half of it.

Wait... what? "A cat?" He blinked at that, the heat almost pausing in his veins at the sudden change in subject. It flared up a second later, making his pulse race. He knew that feeling... last night...

Shit. He stepped back once, eyes wide.

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"Yeah, it found me a few days ago. Somebody needs to feed it while I'm out of the city."

Sam had a feeling that Jim wasn't really listening anymore.

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"Cat... um, is it black?" Going out of the city? Shit. He took another drink to cover his sudden feeling of nerves, stepping back again. Crap, it couldn't be... he hadn't felt like this all morning until now!

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"She's black, yeah."

In the back of his mind, it felt like they were standing too far apart. There was a need for skin to touch skin. Sam took a deep breath and fought the feeling, the urge to step closer.

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When Jim woke up, it was in a pile of warmth. He sighed contentedly against skin, smiling just a little as his lips pressed against flesh. His arms tightened around the body against his, a muzzy moment between sleep and full awake where he could just enjoy it. There was a faint breeze - probably from the deck doors forgotten to be closed the night before, and he could detect light on the other side of his eyelids.

A slow, deep breath, and something started to nudge at his conscious. He told it to fuck off because he was warm and comfortable. Yet it didn't go away, so with another sigh he paid some attention to it. It was a small... almost unnoticable scent in the air around him that was somewhat unfamiliar to him. Jim shifted just a little so he could put his chin up on muscle and lay there, trying to puzzle it with a brain that wasn't fully functioning.

He opened his eyes and stared blankly across the room. Looked like a gorgeous day - almost looked like he slept in late. He stretched out slowly in bed, always loving that feeling of moving against skin. A devious little smirk came to his lips and he bent his head down, kissing. Maybe he could wake up Bones nice and slow... was it possible to get someone lubed up enough to fuck them awake? Sounded like a nice lazy morning to try.

When Jim lifted his head, he smiled before he realized he was staring at white skin. A confused blink. Bones had a lovely deep tan thanks to being on Sha'Kwai, one he evnied just a little because he couldn't do the same. So Jim sat up, looking across the bed.

Time, and his heart, stopped dead.

Bones was on the far side of the bed, asleep with a little smile playing over his lips. Between them... between them... between their nude bodies and equally nude... was Sam. His brother.

All three of them, Jim realized as he gasped, reeked of sex.

His hands started to shake as he very slowly moved his way out of bed, staring in horror at the two people left behind. He saw Sam frown in his sleep and tug up the covers a little, pressing in closer to Bones, probably due to the warmth Jim was taking away. Didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Specially as Bones pulled Sam closer.

Every part of him felt numb as Jim grabbed his robe and started to put it on, but he quickly started to run out towards the deck. The robe got caught in the wind and he let it go, where it caught on the doorframe of the deck doors as he kept going out onto the deck, onto the sand, and didn't stop until he was in the ocean.

Sam. I fucked my brother. I had sex with him. And Bones. Oh fuck. Oh my god. It was a litany running in his head until his stomach churned hard enough he gagged before ducking his head under the warm, salty water.

He started to scrub himself with hands, salt water, and wet clumps of sand as his mind tried to process exactly what happened. He and Bones and Sam had had sex. Bones wanted Sam. Sam wanted Bones. Jim didn't want either of those things he had sex with his brother.

A gasp as he surfaced for air, and he stared out across the water feeling unable to catch his breath or think or... or... anything else at all. There's something wrong with me.

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Some time past before Bones stirred anymore. He was warm and comfortable and so tired from the past two days. His body felt like it had been running for miles and miles, sore and achy.

The body in his arms began to stir and Bones found himself looking at Sam, and everything that happened in the past day hit him like a ton of bricks. Finding Jim and Sam kissing, pulling off clothes. Being brought into it. Fucking Sam, being fucked by Jim. The three of them tangled together like a knot of arms and legs and tongues and skin.

But right now, Jim was gone. Wasn't hard to guess where he might be, but Bones had no idea what sort of mental shape he'd be in. This was going to be weird, he knew. Jim had some pretty flexible ideas about his sexuality, and had even fucked his own counterpart on occasion. But Sam... there was something different about that. They weren't on good terms, Bones knew it was his fault. This- this was either going to make things better for them all, or drive the existing wedge even further into their relationship.

Sam was a hard sleeper, Bones smiled to himself, running a hand over the blond hair and dropping a kiss on his warm forehead. Fuck. The knot in his stomach was tightening, wondering what Jim was doing right now, what he was thinking.

He pulled on a pair of shorts and headed outside, looking for Jim.

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Jim was sitting in the shallow water, his head in his hands, trying to straighten out his thoughts which were zinging around in his brain like razors. His mind was oh-so-helpfully supplying images to him of what had happened the night before in glorious detail, everything he didn't want to see.

It was sweeping mixtures of disgust, anger, and guilt that him made feel sick to his stomach as the waves rolled around him.

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Bones walked toward the water, his feet getting wet as he waded into the warm water. Jim wasn't looking too good, he saw, and he closed his eyes for a moment, preparing himself for what was about to happen.

He sat down in the water next to Jim, laying a hand on his shoulder.

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Jim twitched under Bones' fingers, looking up with an almost frantic expression before staring down at the water again. There were no words for everything screaming inside of him. Guilt for what he had done, anger for being with them, seeing how Bones was with Sam, guilt for feeling that anger, disgust at what kind of sick person wouldn't be able to stop themselves from fucking their own brother.

His stomach clenched again and he fought it down.

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Yeah... this was gonna be bad. There were probably no words that Bones could say that would make any of this better. Shit, Jim looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin.

The touching thing, that always seemed to work with them. Sliding over an inch closer, Bones leaned in and wrapped his arm around Jim's shoulder, ignoring the tensing up he felt beneath him. Jim needed to know they were in this together, no matter what crazy thoughts he was thinking.

What had happened... fuck. Couldn't think about it right now. Just needed to make sure Jim was okay.

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Every insecurity and hypocritical thought that had raced through him those months ago before he forced himself to give his okay about Bones and Sam being together were back stronger than ever. His mind replayed everything he hadn't wanted to see but had - the tender kissing, touches... Bones had fucked Sam.

He couldn't get those images out of his head. He wasn't even sure what was worse - those or the ones of Sam touching him, their mouths together...

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Bones wasn't sure what was making Jim look like that, his face unable to hide his unhappiness. After a while he couldn't stand it any longer. "Cut it out, Jim," he murmured, pressing his mouth against Jim's golden shoulder. "It's gonna be okay."

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As Bones walked off, (http://kirktastic.livejournal.com/46653.html?thread=2896957#t2896957) Jim felt a numbness spreading. Slowly he walked towards their temporary quarters, feeling itchy from the inside out. He couldn't remember the last time he had actually yelled at Bones like that, and the guilt throbbed in the form of a headache in his mind.

He walked inside, not looking at the bed as he started to dig out clothes. His mind was racing back to far older days, wanting to get on his cycle and outride his own thoughts.

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The sound of someone shuffling around in the room woke him. It was morning, probably late morning judging by the light coming into the room. Sam groaned into a pillow, his first waking thought being that he would have to walk through the heat to run his errands. He reached out to either side, and found that the bed was empty.

Sam sat up, groggy, and rubbed his eyes. "Good morning," he said to Jim, who had his back to him.

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Jim froze at the sound of Sam's sleep-slurred voice. His hands tightened on his clothing, suddenly very very much aware of being naked. Carefully he pulled on his pants before he turned around, facing his still nude brother. He tried to get out something simple as a 'good morning' in return or a not so simple 'get the hell out', but neither managed to come out. Too many shocks, too much adrenaline too quickly.

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"What time is it?" Sam asked as he squinted at the sun outside. He didn't want to get up and look for a clock. Jim looked too spooked for that, as if one sudden movement would send him running.

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The question prodded him enough to find his voice. "...dunno." It was quiet, almost blank of emotion due to too many running through him. The material in his hands was straining under the force of his grip.

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"Well, does anything in here tell time?"

Jim looked like he was going to rip the clothes in his hands apart instead of put them on. It made Sam feel uneasy, and he wondered where McCoy had gotten off to.

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"..." Jim dragged his gaze away enough to reach over for a PADD nearby. He tapped it, glancing at the time. "...ten." It saved the shirt at least. The PADD was put back down, then Jim sat down hard in one of the chairs around the table before his knees gave out.

Note to self: strip the bed and replace everything.

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"Shit," Sam mumbled and brushed a hand through his hair. He'd gotten it cut recently was was still getting used to the length again. Slowly, he rose and staggered around, collecting what was his off the floor.