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After Sea World, Jim was still feeling the rush, but when Spock wanted to go to Lego Land, Jim just grinned and told Bones and Spock to enjoy themselves. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend time with them, but in reality, he wanted to explore the city. He wanted to see how this city thrived, loved, breathed, like all the other cities he had explored in his day.

More, there was something he wanted to buy. When, or even if, he would get to use it, but if he needed it... just if... he wanted to have it.

He left the hotel with some better idea of how to use Chris' phone and its location feature, safely tucked into his pocket, and firstly went to do something about clothes. The last thing he needed to do was be seen as Chris in dirty clothes, plus the hoodie was hot. A hat, maybe? Sunglasses? Sunglasses would be good. A clean tee shirt and jeans, and he'd be set. He'd spotted the laundry room in the hotel.

That was first, and he had figured out the good of taxis soon enough. So he sent out a few while he sat in the back with the driver taking him to the nearest mall. Already he loved Google and Chris' laptop. A quick one to Chris, Zach, and Karl, a slightly longer one to Nyota, finishing just as they pulled up. He paid, then got out and went inside.

If there was someone with a camera this time, he'd take a more drastic measure. How did Chris live like this?

It'd be late before he came back to the hotel, a bag on either arm, and a smaller one tucked hidden in his new coat. He couldn't help the grin on his face, specially as he listened to the device now tucked in his ears. Life was good.

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Bones had enjoyed a very long, hot bath while Jim was out. Spock crashed out on the bed, and was still asleep when Bones got out of the jacuzzi tub. Wrapping himself in a white fluffy robe that he found in the bathroom, Bones headed out to the bedroom and flopped down next to Spock.

He turned the television set on, the sound very low but Bones wasn't listening anyway. His eyes were glued to the images on the screen, the country he grew up in so different, just a few hundred years ago. Images of life and people that were familiar, but not the life or people that he knew.

The door to the hotel room opened, and Bones heard Jim enter the room. He gave Jim a little wave to let him know where he was, then pointed to the sleeping man next to him.

Immediately Jim put down the bags, crossed the room, and touched their lips together. He smiled tiredly. "Did Junior have a long day?" He teased the sleeping man. "How about you, long day? Have fun?"

"He's been out like a light for a while now," Bones murmured low, nuzzling against Jim's skin as he felt Spock turn toward them, curling around him. "I took a bath, and feel a hundred times better." Pulling at Jim to sit next to him, Bones grinned. "You should've come with us. There were all sorts of Legos everywhere."

He pointed to a bag across the room. "I got some for Joanna. Not as fancy as what she's used to, but interesting in their own way." There were other bags over there as well, but that was for later.

"Glad I got to go out, actually. Brought you back a surprise." Jim went back into his bags and pulled out a bottle, walking over and slid it into Bones' hand (http://www.klwines.com/images/skus/996041x.jpg). "Hope it's worth it." Jim laughed quietly, tugging at his clothing so he could climb into bed with them.

Bones stared at the bottle, then back up at Jim. "I love you," he said with a grin as he uncapped it and took a long sniff. "Grandpa used to tell me that the barrels they used to age this stuff were different before the war, that the wood was altered somehow, and he could always taste the difference." Bones took a long sip, feeling the familiar burn slide down his throat. "Gotta say, I think he was right."

"Where you been?" he asked, noting the other bags in the room. "Did you eat?"

Jim stole the bottle and took a smaller sip, smacking his lips. "It's almost smokey." He gave the bottle back, and frowned at the last part. "I kept having to eat. Chris' body gets more hungry than I'm used to. On the flip side, he doesn't hurt as much." Jim wriggled the fingers on his left hand for emphasis.

Another long sip, and Bones leaned over across Jim and put the bottle on the table. He picked up Jim's left hand with his own, noting how different it was, unmarked but for tiny scratches and scars, fairly well-groomed nails. The ring on Bones' hand still caught his eye every now and then, that more than anything reminding him that he was someone else right now. He was Karl.

"I got some little snacks over there, in case you want something later. Just a bag of cookies." And some fudge, but that was for tomorrow. Scooting over, he made more room for Jim to lay down next to him.

"M'good," Jim murmured, sliding into the bed and getting comfortable. He looked to the still glowing TV and finally asked, "anything good on?" He didn't watch much in their time, but loved to watch movies or, if they could catch it, a game, usually days old.

Bones chuckled, feeling warm and cozy, two men on either side of him, and a remote control in his hand. Not a bad place to be. "I've been flipping back and forth between this shopping channel where they're selling some cooking pots, and this movie about a pig who thinks he's a dog." He'd been unable to find any sports, though it was summer - maybe they could find a baseball game later.

One hand slid around Jim's back and he leaned in for another soft kiss.

This was nice, very nice. Jim kissed Bones, soft and sweet, and settled in against his side in a somewhat rare bought of downright snuggling. Good thing Spock was asleep. "Basically, even two hundred years ago, there was shit on television." Jim chuckled, stretching out.

The snuggling was good, and Bones took advantage of this moment by pulling Jim even closer to him. "Can find something on later if you want," he murmured into Jim's temple. He was still just wearing his robe, and Bones thought for a moment about getting up to find some boxers or something, but he was warm and cozy and clothes were the last thing on his mind.

Hell no, when they were alone? Jim wanted Bones with as minimal clothing as possible. "Probably won't be awake that long. Tiring, being out there, and the air..." Jim wasn't sure how to describe it, so he just lifted a shoulder. "Dirty. Different. Chris probably doesn't notice it at all, but I sure do. Wish he could see Earth in our time, taste the difference."

"Would be nice, though I think for someone from this time period just to see space would be enough to freak them out."

Spock was still crashed out, and Jim sounded tired as well. Bones shifted himself until the robe was off his body, and he settled into the pillows of their make-shift mountain of a bed. "I get to be in the middle tonight?" he laughed, feeling Jim's skin - well, Chris' skin against his, a pair of loose pants hanging around Jim's waist.

"That's a good point," Jim pulled Bones against him, sighing against skin at the feeling of Bones long and warm in his arms. "Lucky bastard in the middle. Don't complain when Spock over heats you though," Jim teased, stretching his toes against Bones' calf.

"He's not quite as warm in this body," Bones said against Jim's shoulder, kissing the strong muscles before leaning back against the pillows, feeling Spock curl in against him again. "I'll take my chances."

Their legs twined together like they always did, and though Bones felt himself getting hard he tried to ignore it. "Was good seeing you laugh today, Jim, in the water," he said, reaching for Jim's hand.

Was hard to miss on Jim's end, though. "It was good. It felt good. Just being us, not having to worry for a little bit. Even Spock looked like he was having fun." Their fingers laced together, a single small gesture that made Jim feel a thousand times better every time it happened.

He gave his thigh a small nudge forward. "Want me to take care of that?" No feeling of requirement, just a hint of offer and desire.

"Yeah," Bones answered honestly, pressing himself into Jim's hip, blessed friction. "But..." a look over his shoulder to Spock, sleeping next to him. "I don't want it to be awkward. Can't leave him out, not fair."

They hadn't done anything like that with Spock since it happened, Pon Farr, and Bones didn't think Jim was ready to be intimate with Spock yet.

"If you're quiet, and still, we could here or..." Jim's eyes wandered across the room to lit on the bathroom. "We could use the bathroom?" His voice was teasing.

Those fucking eyes. Bones looked at the bathroom and shook his head, but he pulled Jim's hand toward him cock, letting out a small sigh as he pressed Jim's fingers on him. "Just... this," he whispered, wondering if it was possible for him to be quiet for very long.

Jim would keep him occupied, specially his mouth. If they couldn't move too much to keep Bones quiet in the best way possible, heh, he could do other things. He shifted his body so he could stroke Bones and nudged his chin with his shoulder, tilting his head so his neck was free to attack.

Bones' fingers dug into Jim's hip as he thrust shallow into that talented hand gripping him. Biting his lip, Bones pressed his head back into the pillow, eyes screwed shut.

"...Jim," the name escaped after a few moments as he mouth sought out and found Jim's, kissing him deep.

Easier to keep him quiet this way, swallowing Bones' moans and letting him thrust into his fingers as they worked him. It was hot under the sheets, but the warmth in his hand felt better.

If Spock had his own body, he would have woken the moment Jim entered the room, at the very latest when Jim came close and began speaking to Leonard. Unfortunately, he was both human and tired, and slept through most of their touches.

But his mind could still feel it, and it was enough to rouse him. His movements were sleepy, slow, and instinctive. His lips barely touched against Leonard's shoulder blades, and his fingertips rested against his side (but were creeping lower, over his hip). Spock could feel that they were already pressed close, and the expanse of skin was nice to feel even if it lacked the connection he was used to. He had all the connection he needed right at the back of his mind.

Bones' eyes opened slowly at the feel of Spock's kiss on his back. Something in his head hummed happily - it was the bond, he knew, feelings wafting out of Spock but it was so much stronger than it had ever been, warm and comfortable and happy. So happy.

One hand left Jim's hip and moved to his own, covered Spock's hand and squeezed gently as he caught Jim's eyes, still thrusting slow into Jim's hand. Do we stop?

He didn't see a reason to stop. Bones was there, between them, and a tiny part of him said if necessary he could defend Bones like this. So he just kissed Bones lightly, his hand not stopping. He could feel Spock's approval of what was going on, so he saw no problems.

Besides, Bones felt too good against him.

His fingers tightened between Leonard's, just a lazy grip, and Spock tilted his head to touch his back with his forehead and his lips again. Spock knew, distantly, what they were going, or at least guess from the movements of Leonard's hips, but he didn't want to get anymore involved than he was. He was still tired.

There was a bit of relief at that kiss, that they had this trust and understanding between them. It was all good, and no matter what happened, what life threw at them, this between them would always be theirs.

He groaned into Jim's mouth, not needing to keep quiet anymore as his hips pumped up and down. Jim was right, Spock - even in Zach's body - was toasty warm behind him, and his fingers curled around Spock's hand.

Jim lifted his head, murmuring by Bones' ear. "If he's not upset..." Slowly he moved down, right under the sheet, and moments later wet heat wrapped around Bones. Simpler this way, less clean up, better feeling.

Yes. Yes. A keening noise escaped Bones and he felt everything inside him bubbling up to the surface. It was good, so fucking good, every time Jim did this. Taking care of him.

Fingers held Jim's head steady, and he arched back, his head rolling against Spock as his hips slowly canted back and forth, in and out of Jim's mouth.

Jim would have grinned at the sound Bones made if he could, but instead he focused it into making Bones feel as good as possible. His hands squeezed at Bones' thighs, letting him set the pace, breathing slow and careful through his nose.

Fuck. He couldn't have stopped now, even if he tried. Jim's mouth was so wet and hot, sucking him with just the right amount of pressure. Made Bones feel like every nerve in his body was concentrated on this one spot, where he and Jim connected.

It wasn't going to take long, he knew, so he slowed his thrusts down, trying to draw out the feelings, and let his mind open up so he could share this with Spock.

He could tell what Jim was doing by the roll of Leonard's hips, and idly wondered if he weren't so clothed whether he could get the same service. His arm moved around Leonard's chest while he kissed up to the back of his neck, letting out a slow breath against the back of his ear.

The bond sang louder and differently than it had in months. Spock shuddered with the unfamiliar heat of it, and his hips pressed forward of their own volition. "" he kissed Leonard's neck again, ""

Jim pulled his head back to swallow saliva, nuzzling at a thigh and almost tasting the scent of male and sex on the back of his tongue before he returned, taking Bones' cock back deep in his throat. It felt no different, even considering their changes in body, thick and long and hot against the walls of his throat before he bobbed his head a little.

He could feel the movement of Spock's body against the backs of his hands where he gripped Bones' thighs, but instead of the anger/fear/protection he felt in their more recent days, there was only a faint hint of concern that was slowly vanishing over time.

They were all still quiet, despite knowing they were awake; something about the dark and soft words and swallowing noises Jim was making made Bones want to stay quiet, as long as he could. Keep the mood the way it was, intimate and tender.

But inside Bones things were boiling over, and he felt himself still and shudder, holding Jim's head steady with one hand as he came with a strangled groan. One leg tangled between Spock's and he arched back into him as he tried to catch his breath.

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