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McCoy was well on his way to doing something he shouldn't be doing. For starters he shouldn't be in Jim's quarters without permission. He shouldn't be rifling through his closet for a missing, incriminating photograph. He definitely shouldn't be doing this without an escape plan should Jim happen to come to his room. Grumbling under his breath he continued to look for what he sought. He had finally found it, under a pile of dirty white undershirts, when he heard the doors swish open. McCoy jammed himself into the closet and closed the doors quickly.
The little slates in the door allowed him to see the Captain's bedroom. A large bed, separated from the rest of the room with a partition. He noted as he controlled his breathing that Jim's bed was quite a bit larger than his. And his sheets seemed nicer but they also weren't Starfleet regulated so that must be what Jim spends his salary on. Fancy sheets. He was just getting carried away with that thought when two voices brought him back to the reality that he was hiding in a closet.
"Spock." If that voice belonged to his best friend he was a Donkey's hind quarters. It was breathy, desperate, and if he wasn't mistaken, heated. And not from anger. "Spock please."
"Patience James." Spock's voice was as crisp and concise as always as the two men appeared in the room. They stopped at the end of Jim's bed, both in their uniforms, nothing seemed amiss except the look on Jim's face. It was filled with lust. Jim dropped to his knees and looked up to the stoic first Officer. The younger man stared up at the Vulcan with eyes that looked to be worshipping him. It was then that McCoy noticed the massive bulge in the front of Spock's trousers. Holy shit. Holly Hanna, no way. No way were those two-he had thought for so long there had been something there but this? This much of something? He hadn't thought this far and was he going to see-his thoughts were cut off by Jim whining. Whining! Len couldn't believe what he was hearing let alone seeing. Jim opened his mouth, his tongue slightly out, waiting. Spock gave a sigh that sounded like a chuckle and reached for the front of his pants.
McCoy had done Spock's physical every year. He knew what the Vulcan was packing but he had never seen it erect. The dick that came out of the front of the trousers would never fit in a human male. Mouth or otherwise. On the longer side of 8 inches, thick, and green. He also knew it created it's own lubricant and was shining with it. He held the base of it, setting the plump end on Jim's tongue, the blonde looked to be enjoying the weight of it. He stared harder than he ever watching his best friend take the girth and length of their Science officer with gusto. Jim took it all, he had no gag reflex, and apparently his throat could open to stupid amounts because he should be choking, gagging, but he wasn't. Jim was moaning around it, humming, squirming on his knees, hands coming up to Spock's hips to take every last centimeter of the Vulcan into his mouth. Lube and saliva were dripping down Jim's chin but he didn't notice. His eyes were closed in pure bliss, the most obscene noises McCoy had ever heard coming from him as he bobbed expertly on the cock being offered to him.
Spock on the other hand stood still. He didn't moan, didn't jerk, the only indication he was enjoying it at all was his intense stare at Jim's head as it moved on him. Once or twice the fingers that were tangled in Jim's golden hair flexed slightly but that was it. Jim was coming undone by now. He was begging for Spock to cum, how McCoy had made that out of the grunts and moans he didn't know, but he heard it clearly. Suddenly the hands in the golden hair flexed and he slammed down Jim's throat. A strangled sound and then he could see Jim's adam's apple bobbing, swallowing whatever Spock was giving him, the Vulcan pulled back, Jim opened his mouth as more cum shot him in the face, most making it into his mouth, a stray streak marking his cheek.
Jim was flushed, pawing at his own dick through his pants as Spock-who Len was shocked to see still sported a raging boner-started to disrobe. Jim waited where he sat on his knees, still squirming, his erection painful against his pants. McCoy sympathized with him. He wasn't gay but even he could admit when something was hot. And watching Jim take a monster dick like some Arilliam prostitute would turn on 99% of the known universe.
"Disrobe James." Spock's tone was gruffer, a growl could be heard, and Jim complied quickly. "On the bed, all fours." Jim crawled onto the bed and presented his ass to a naked Vulcan. Bones would not be in a hurry to have anything that big shoved into his ass. He stared at Jim as Spock got on his knees and lined himself up. McCoy, as a Dr., wanted to protest. Jim hadn't been prepared. He had no lube, surely there wasn't enough on Spock to comfortably fit that in his friend. He leaned over and reached for Jim's cock, taking it in hand, pumping him slowly. Jim was mewling, fucking mewling, his ass in the air and his face in the bed.
S-Spock-please-" He trailed off in a moan. "Gonna cum-"
"No." And Bones watched him clamp his hand around the base of Jim's dick, the blonde gave a strangled cry, a shiver running through him. "Not until I say Captain." And without another word he slammed his cock into Jim's ass. Kirk bent up, back dipping, head in the air, and screamed. Spock rammed him without apology, Jim falling forward, rough sounds coming from his throat as he was being ravaged by their First Officer. He was gripping the sheets, eyes half rolled back in his head, and he was so debauched, so blissed out, McCoy found himself touching his own cock through his trousers. He was positive no one in the known Universe could resist watching Jim Kirk in sexual bliss. His mouth open, the sexiest sounds Bones had ever heard falling from his mouth, the man was a god damn Adonis.
"Please-please let me cum Spock." He pleaded, Spock bent over him, wrapped his hand once more around Jim's member. "Please!" He cried.
"You may." Spock growled in his ear and Bones watched as his best friend shot his load onto his bed, Spock doing the same in his ass. There was so much ejaculate that it was backfiring out of Jim. The noise that left him was nothing short of raunchy. Bones was now rubbing himself a little harder as he watched Spock lay onto his back, his dick as hard as ever. Jim got shakily up from the mattress in which he had collapsed upon. "Continue James." He spoke coolly and Bones watched, mouth dry, as Jim straddled Spock, cum dripping from his anus. He lined up his soaked entrance, and sank down on Spock, euphoria clouding his features as he became fully seated. His back bowed, his golden skin glistened with sweat, his lean frame looked nothing short of magnificent. Bones cock was suddenly free of his pants and in his hand, pumping to watching his best friend have sex.
He didn't care. He had never been so turned on in his life. He knew Jim was attractive, knew many spoke of his wondrous talents in bed, but he had never imagined it would be like watching Aphrodite in full bloom. Jim was now moving himself up and down the hard shaft, bent forward, hands on Spock's chest, moaning. It wasn't the punishing pace Spock had set previously, it was slow, he dragged it up and down in tortuous slow motions.
"Do you want more?" He hummed as he refused to come back up and Spock put his hands on Jim's hips, clearly becoming impatient. "Want me to bounce on your cock like a filthy whore?" Spock growled. "Tell me what you want Spock." He fucking cooed and Bones was so close, hearing such words from them, so close.
"You will cease your teasing." He growled and lifted Jim up. "Now." And slammed him back down. Jim yowled as Spock repeated the motion. "You are mine James Kirk." He snarled. "And you will take what I give you!" And he let go of the hips but Jim continued to punish himself on the green cock. He bounced up and down on it expertly as Spock kept his in check from cumming. Jim was losing control of himself, spit running down his chin, eyes rolled back in his head, unintelligible sounds coming from his mouth. Suddenly he was flipped, in one fluid movement Spock had Jim on his back, bent in half, legs over his shoulders, pounding into him. Jim was screaming Spock's name, nails scratching down his back, begging, pleading, for something but what Bones didn't know. He was leaning heavily on the door now, his own breath coming in bursts as he watched his best friend being torn up by an alien. Precum soaked his fingers, his whole body was starting to tingle, his knees getting weak. "Cum for me James." And Jim did, it shot up his chest as Spock filled his ass again. McCoy came as well, all over his hands, having enough sense to catch it in his hands so as to not leave evidence.
Spock removed himself from Jim who was boneless and satiated. He watched the Vulcan moving into the bathroom, then come back a short time later with a wet clothe. He cleaned Jim up, dried him off, and laid next to him, as the blonde curled into him.
"Did I harm you Ashayam?"
"No." Jim whispered. "I passed?"
"Yes." Spock kissed Jim's head and Len thought he was seeing things. How had they gone from brutally fucking to something so tender.
"Then you'll Bond with me? Be my husband?" Bones felt his breath catch at this. How long had they been seeing each other behind their backs?
"Indeed." Jim smiled so sweetly up at the Vulcan McCoy felt slightly ill.
"Bones will have to be best man."
"I could think of no other logical choice."
How the hell was he going to get out of here?