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SPOCK: A very interesting game, this poker.
KIRK: It does have advantages over chess.
MCCOY: Love to teach it to you.
—The Corbomite Maneuver
Leonard kicks off the floor and tips his chair back, surveying the scene before him.
Spock is barefoot in his uniform pants and black thermal. Jim is almost all golden skin, down to his briefs. Good lord, is the man taking secret naked spacewalks to sunbathe whenever we enter a new star system? How does he keep that glow in space?
Jim is clutching his cards and pouting. “I thought Vulcans couldn’t lie, Spock,” he pleads.
“Have I lied, Captain?” asks Spock, arching an eyebrow.
Leonard shakes his head. “I haven’t heard one word of a lie, Jim,” he says seriously. “Let’s see those cards.”
They lay their cards down. Jim grins broadly. “Ha! Take it off, you two!” Leonard rolls his eyes and pries off his other boot, tossing it towards its mate under his bed.
“Don’t get too excited, Jim, I still have a few rounds left before you get at this,” he says, patting his belly contentedly. He looks over at Spock, who is grimacing as he looks down at his dwindling items of clothing. “Want me to turn the heat up in here, Mr. Spock?”
“I would appreciate that, Doctor.”
“Computer, raise temperature by five degrees.” He can take the heat, and the other two are liable to get a little chilly, undressed as they are.
Spock nods. “Thank you, Doctor.” He holds eye contact with Leonard as he hooks his fingers in the neck of his shirt, and then he pulls the shirt off in one smooth motion. Leonard expects him to hold himself stiffly once his shirt is off, but he leans back comfortably in his chair and finds Leonard’s eyes again. Is he coming on to me? Leonard thinks.
Not that the point of this game hadn’t been fairly transparent from the outset. When Leonard had offered to teach it to Spock on the bridge earlier that day, the adrenaline and relief mixed in their veins had been a more potent cocktail than even Scotty could have stomached. The tension that had been growing between the three of them since Leonard came aboard could only grow so far before it crystallized and fell out of solution.
Leonard breaks eye contact and gathers the cards from the table. He shuffles and deals the next round.
He’s not sure how this is possible, given that Jim saved all their skins today with some expert bluffing, but in an actual card game it turns out that he has no poker face whatsoever. (Leonard wonders if this is why Jim suggested strip poker, which usually doesn’t involve bluffing, but Spock had objected to the lack of skill involved and Leonard had improvised.)
He watches Jim study their faces carefully. “Not gonna back out on us now, are you Jim?” Leonard goads him. “Never known you to be shy about showing skin before.”
He sees Jim glance over at Spock. The tiny crease between Spock’s eyebrows is back. Leonard is pretty sure that crease alone was responsible for Jim losing his shirt, shoes, and one sock. He gives himself credit for the pants and undershirt. The other sock was a good hand and a reasonable bet but sometimes the cards just don’t go your way.
Jim stares at his cards with the faraway look Leonard has seen him wear on the bridge in the split second before he decides how to save the universe. “I’m in,” he says firmly.
“Mr. Spock?” Leonard asks.
“In, Doctor,” he says, with a thoughtful hesitation that Leonard is almost sure he’s putting on.
“And I’m in too. What can I get you, gentlemen?”
Jim frowns and tosses down three cards. Spock calmly lays down one. Leonard lays down two and deals the replacements.
“Jim?” He sees Jim look over at Spock’s face. Spock’s lips are tightly pressed together. Jim relaxes slightly and grins.
“I guess you could say I’m all in,” he says cheerfully, lightly snapping the elastic band of his underwear.
“Spock?”
“In,” he says, the crease disappearing as the corners of his mouth turn up. Jim’s mouth opens slightly when he sees that and he starts to look panicked.
“Same here. Let’s see ‘em.”
He turns over three tens. Not his best hand but he has clothes to spare. He looks to Jim, who lays down a pair of fours. He has that dangerous glint in his eye that he gets when he’s backed into a corner but not done fighting.
Spock lays down four sevens.
Leonard grins at Jim and tugs his uniform shirt off. “Just me or was it getting hot in here anyway?” he says, sitting back in his black undershirt. He could have lost a sock but he knows how good he looks in all black, knows how the short sleeves hug his biceps, and he wants to see Jim sweat.
Jim swallows, his eyes big and his lower lip sticking out just a little. His eyes dart from Leonard to Spock.
“I believe the rules of the game are quite clear, Captain. Of course neither Dr. McCoy nor myself wants to make you do anything you are not ready for—”
“No, of course not, Jim, it’s ok if you want to stop,” Leonard chimes in immediately. He uses his most sympathetic tone.
Jim, as expected, narrows his eyes and scoffs at their sweetness. He stands up.
Fuck. Jim’s already getting hard; his tight black briefs leave very little to the imagination. Leonard takes a deep breath. They’re really doing this.
Jim hooks a finger in his waistband and slowly, theatrically, peels off the last of his clothing.
Leonard is pretty sure his heart stops. Jim looks him in the eye and spins—struts, really— in a slow circle, showing off every inch of muscle and tan, gleaming skin. Now that there’s nothing left to lose, Jim is right at home. His confidence is back, but it has a new layer.
Jim takes his cock loosely in hand, stroking himself lazily. “Are you two still playing cards, or did you want to get on with things?” He backs slowly toward the bed, looking from Leonard to Spock hungrily.
To Leonard’s surprise, Spock is on his feet and removing his pants before Leonard catches his breath. Spock pushes Jim down and straddles him, before leaning down to kiss him.
Leonard’s pants are suddenly far too tight. Without taking his eyes off Jim and Spock, he stands and drops his pants in a daze. They tangle at his feet and he has to catch himself on the back of a chair and give his attention to peeling off pants and socks so that he doesn’t fall and break something before they can even get started.
When he looks back up, he sees Jim and Spock staring at him. He feels some of his blood reverse course and flood up into his face. “Uh, you two can just—carry on,” he says, trying to keep his breathing even. Jim may have an exhibitionist streak but Leonard very much does not, and if he gets in his head now he’ll never get hard again.
To his relief, Jim just nods and pulls Spock back into a kiss. Leonard sits down and watches, a thrill running through him as Spock reaches for Jim’s cock. Jim arches up into his touch and gasps as the slender fingers wrap around him.
The olive tint of Spock’s fingers against Jim’s rosy flesh, the small appreciative sounds coming from the back of Jim’s throat, the wet patch he glimpses on Spock’s grey shorts when Spock shifts to one side of Jim so that Leonard can see both of them better—Leonard doesn’t know whether it’s courage or just blind lust that pulls him to his feet again, but he finds himself kneeling on the edge of the bed, looking down at Jim and Spock.
Jim reaches up and tugs at the bottom of his shirt. “You look so good in this I almost want you to leave it on, but this bed has a strict dress code, mister.” Leonard grins and pulls his shirt off. Spock rises to his knees and lets go of Jim in order to run both hands over Leonard’s chest. He lets a thumb graze Leonard’s nipple and Leonard pulls him in for a kiss.
Spock sucks Leonard’s lip into his mouth. Leonard moans in a much higher register than he intended. Through a haze of desire, he feels his shorts shift on his waist and looks down. Jim is pouting again, with a hand fisted in each of their underwear.
“Yes, Jim, you’re the prettiest girl at the party,” Leonard says, rolling his eyes and plucking Jim’s hand off of him. “But the more you pout, the more I’m gonna make you wait for it.”
Jim actually pants a few times before he can get the breath for a whine. “Booones,” he pleads, and the desperation in his voice shivers through Leonard’s cock.
Doing his best to ignore Jim, he turns back to Spock. Spock removes Jim’s hand from his own shorts. “I would listen to Dr. McCoy, Captain,” he says, and while Leonard would tell anyone else not to use his title in bed, hearing Spock do it is shockingly hot. Well. That’s information he’ll file away for later.
“Now Spock,” Leonard drawls, “it looks like you’re about to soak right through those shorts of yours. Wanna get out of them?” It’s a shit line—barely a line at all—but Leonard’s brain is shorting out and it’s the best he can do.
“Would you assist me, Doctor?” Fuck. Why is that so hot? Hands shaking like he’s new at this, he runs his hands down Spock’s sides until he reaches his hipbones. He dips a thumb beneath the waistband and teases, tugging down slowly. As he reveals thicker and darker hair, he can’t stand it anymore. He pulls the shorts all the way down, climbing over Jim to push Spock backward onto the bed and finally separate him from the last of his clothing.
Now he kneels above Spock and Jim, both naked, and for a second he thinks he might pass out. He knows they came out into space to find the wonders of the stupid universe or whatever but fuck him if they hadn’t been right here all along.
Jim is staring up at him with wide eyes and biting his lip. “Bones, please. Please . I’ll do anything you say Bones, just please—”
Leonard bends forward and kisses Jim to shut him up. Once Jim stops babbling,he grabs Jim’s wrists and presses a kiss to the soft skin inside of each one. Then he looks down at Jim and grins. He places Jim’s wrists on the bed, above Jim’s head, crossed one over the other. “You know, I should find something to tie your wrists. I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jim nods, breathing hard but keeping his mouth shut.
He’s starting to get the picture, Leonard thinks, and he shivers as, out of the corner of his eye, he sees Spock dip a hand into his sheath. Leonard keeps his focus on Jim for the moment, though.
“Right now, though, I have other things to worry about. So you’re just going to have to do what I tell you, and keep those hands up there all on your own. You can do that for me, can’t you, Jim?”
Jim whines in protest. “What was that, Mister Kirk?” It’s a gamble, but gambling is what got them here. And Leonard is very good at it. Jim gasps and his posture changes, even lying down. His arms stretch until his hands are against the wall at the head of the bed, his chin goes up, and his face relaxes into a blissed-out smile.
“Yes, sir , I can do that, sir,” Jim breathes, in a tone McCoy has never heard from him. I probably shouldn’t push him much further today, but damn if that isn’t the best thing I’ve ever seen or heard. With difficulty, McCoy shifts his gaze back to Spock.
Spock, whose fingers are moving wetly in and out of his sheath, who is writhing on the bed with his eyes on Leonard. Or maybe that is, McCoy thinks, before leaning down to pull one of Spock’s faintly green nipples into his mouth.
Spock’s groan is so low it’s almost a growl. Leonard takes that as encouragement and slides a hand down Spock’s stomach, past his navel, and pauses for a second. Spock pushes his hips up into Leonard’s hand and he keeps moving until he reaches the wetness of Spock’s sheath.
Unsurprisingly, the materials provided to Starfleet by Vulcan physicians were extremely clinical and gave little detail about Vulcan sexual response, so Leonard is slow and gentle at first, trying to get the lay of the land. Before long, though, he feels Spock’s slick fingers guiding his own, showing him how Spock wants to be touched.
Leonard lifts his head from Spock’s nipple. He glances over at Jim, whose insatiable gaze is drinking them in, but who is staying perfectly still just as Leonard left him. “You ok there, Jim?” he whispers. Jim nods once, rapturously.
Leonard turns back to Spock. “Spock, I want to—” he croaks out.
At the same time Spock says, “Doctor, I desire—”
They hold each other’s eyes, both blushing a little at the intensity of their desire but absolutely undeterred. Leonard slides his knees back on the bed and dips his head to Spock’s sheath. He slides his tongue in experimentally. The taste is sharp, like ginger beer, and it makes his mouth water.
Spock’s hips buck when Leonard’s tongue finds his dick, and Leonard moans with longing. He feels movement as he laps at everything within reach and finally Spock’s head meets his lips and he runs his tongue over its ridges. He leans back just long enough to watch as Spock’s length emerges from its sheath before licking it from base to tip. Spock shudders and moans, and Leonard is pretty sure he could come just from that sound.
He looks up at Spock, who nods at him through half-closed eyes. Leonard licks his lips and opens his mouth to take Spock in. His cock is long and slender, and Leonard can only get maybe two thirds of him in his mouth. But he’s always been good with his tongue and his fingers, and he draws patterns on the shaft inside his mouth with the tip of his tongue before swallowing against his head and moving slowly up and down.
When he pauses to tease the tip with his tongue, he can taste the drops leaking out. They’re earthier than the slick from his sheath, but not bitter. He wants more. Increasing his pace, he reaches down for Spock’s sheath and inserts a finger. Feeling a tremor go through Spock, he adds a finger and fucks into him while he tongues at the cock in his mouth.
“Leonard— Doctor—” Spock calls out, and then he’s bucking up into Leonard’s mouth, coming with a wild groan that makes Leonard’s heart pound and his dick throb. Leonard swallows as much as he can, but his eyes are teary from an uncontrolled thrust that caught him in the soft palate and he coughs as he comes up from swallowing the last of it.
Jim has been silent this whole time, but as Leonard sits up and wipes his mouth, a whimper escapes him between gritted teeth. “Please,” he moans, and Leonard can’t hold back any more.
“What do you want, Jim? Tell me, use your words,” he murmurs, as he glances quickly at Spock to make sure he’s coming down from his climax all right.
“Want to suck your cock, Bones. Please. Want it so bad. Please sir.”
Bones’ cock practically leaps at hearing Jim beg like that and he looks down in surprise when he realizes that it’s still trapped in his underwear. Spock must see his expression change, because the corners of his mouth quirk up and he says, “Let me help, Leonard.” Rather than helping Leonard shift his weight to get his shorts off one leg at a time, though, he simply grabs the waistband in two hands and tears. Leonard’s shorts disintegrate under his strong hands.
He doesn’t have time for more than a look at Spock before Jim is begging again. Leonard taps Jim’s arm. “Get up, my knees are killing me.” Jim actually jumps to his feet and stands at parade rest while Bones gets comfortable on his back. “All right, mister, let’s see what you can do.”
In an instant, Jim is kneeling between his legs, arched over his cock, and Leonard can’t tell if he’s left his body or if he is in fact only his body, only the warm wet softness of Jim Kirk’s tongue on his dick, Jim’s hand caressing his balls, Jim’s lips closing over him and oh god Jim’s throat swallowing him down oh god oh god oh— and here Spock takes Leonard’s fingers into his mouth and usually that wouldn’t do much for him but Spock is groaning around them and his tongue is somehow moving in time with Jim’s tongue on his cock—and he barely has time to shout Jim’s name before he’s spilling down Jim’s throat. Jim swallows every drop and gently cleans Leonard with his tongue before he straightens his back and smiles with that gorgeous, relaxed look on his face, hands clasped behind his back, cock rock hard and weeping in front of him.
Leonard can’t actually move yet, but he knows Jim can’t be far from exploding. He looks up at Spock, who releases his hand and turns his attention to Jim. “Tell Spock what you need, Jim,” Leonard says, doing his best to sound commanding even though he doesn’t think his soul has returned to his body yet.
“I know what he needs, Doctor,” Spock says, and it’s clear that he has assumed command of this bed now that Leonard is down for the count. Rather than reaching for Jim, though, Spock sits back against the wall. He runs a hand softly through Leonard’s hair as he regards Jim. “Show us how you touch yourself, Jim,” he says crisply.
Jim’s cheeks grow pink but Leonard has never seen him look so happy. Jim takes himself in hand again, stroking slowly at first. He leans against the wall and uses his other hand to pinch and tease one dark pink nipple.
“Let us hear you, Jim,” Leonard orders, and immediately Jim begins to speak in a husky moan that knocks the air clean out of Leonard’s lungs.
“God Bones, your cock felt so good in my mouth, I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you taste so good, Spock I wanna taste you too, oh god please Spock, let me taste you, let me—”
As much as Leonard would have liked to listen to Jim for hours, the sight of Spock rising from the bed and pushing Jim back against the wall, inserting four fingers into his still-dripping sheath and then cramming all four into Jim’s mouth is maybe even better. Jim’s head tips back as he sucks at Spock’s fingers, and Spock and Jim moan in harmony.
“Fuck,” Leonard mutters, and then realizes that if Spock can’t talk, he’s in charge again.
“How does that feel, Jim, are you doing good?” he asks hoarsely. Jim moans again in response.
“Are you close? Do you want to come while I watch you?” Jim leans into Spock for support and jerks himself faster.
“All right mister,” Leonard says, as authoritatively as possible given the circumstances. “I want to see you come for me. Right…now!”
His command sends Jim over the edge. Spock reaches down to catch some of Jim’s release on the fingers of his other hand, and holds them up to Jim’s mouth. Without a word, Jim sucks them clean.
As Jim comes down, his knees buckle. Spock catches him and lifts him onto the bed next to Leonard. Spock disappears for a moment but Leonard is too concerned about taking care of Jim to really mind.
Leonard caresses Jim’s face gently. “Hey there, darlin’, you with us?” he asks, dropping a soft kiss onto Jim’s forehead. Jim smiles up at him beatifically. Spock reappears, holding a damp cloth.
“You rest, Jim,” Spock says softly. “Let us take care of you now.” There is a new warmth in Spock’s face when he looks at them now. He runs the soft cloth over Jim and then over Leonard, while Leonard murmurs softly in Jim’s ear.
“You are so gorgeous, Jim. You were so patient today. So good at following orders. You were so good for us.” Jim smiles softly and squirms closer to Leonard. Leonard knows they’re going to need to talk about this, to figure out their boundaries and what else they want to try. (And he’s got to figure out why Spock calling him Doctor in bed got him so fucking hot, when he’s never been into that before.)
But they have time. This is a five year mission. And if he can keep these two idiots from getting killed in space (a tall order, but he’s very good at his job) then they’ll be able to work out all the details.
For now, Spock disposes of the cloth, and climbs into the narrow bed on Jim’s other side. Leonard and Spock press themselves to Jim, who is already half asleep. Their eyes meet over his head.
“How did you like learning poker, Spock?” Leonard says, drowsily.
“I have no complaints, Doctor,” Spock replies, and Leonard just knows he will hear Spock calling him Doctor in his dreams.