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Spock did not grow up especially popular amongst his peers, and thus had little opportunity to gain sexual experience in his youth. And after leaving Vulcan for the Academy, he was too focused on his studies to be bothered to seek it, though women and men did occasionally show interest in him. It seemed to be, for the most part, more trouble than it was worth. Until he’d met the foolhardy young human named Jim Kirk.

While their first few meetings had been… admittedly somewhat less than friendly, they’d grown to work together comfortably. And in time, companionably. Spock was eventually able to recognise some of what he felt for his friend as attraction. Nyota had been of assistance in this matter. After Jim had left their table in the mess one evening, she’d rolled her eyes and said, “God, Spock, how much longer are the two of you going to keep staring at each other’s asses every time one of you leaves a room before you get over yourselves and do something about it? I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m getting sick of choking on the sexual tension.”

McCoy, who had also been present, had emphasized her point by choking on a swallow of his drink.

After three evenings’ deep meditation to examine his feelings on the matter, Spock had gone to the captain’s quarters to confess. Nyota and McCoy seemed confident Jim would respond positively, but Spock had not wanted to— as humans put it— count his chickens before they hatched. The odds were favourable, not guaranteed. But after many minutes of kissing, with Jim pulling him down onto the bed with him, Spock was willing to admit that the humans had apparently been more knowledgeable in this matter. As the articles of clothing between them grew fewer and fewer, Spock felt the need to make another confession.

“Jim,” he’d said, panting, with Jim’s thigh rubbing strategically against his damp sheath through his briefs, “I do not wish to stop, but I believe you deserve to know that… I am a virgin.”

Though he’d seemed somewhat surprised, Jim had simply kissed him again. “It’s all right,” he’d said, smiling. “I’m not.”

That night had been the first time they’d brought each other to orgasm, though many more times followed as their relationship grew. Jim suggested all sorts of things for them to try, since Spock had no experience with anything outside of the most basic forms of self-pleasure. He was open to most of them.

He appreciated the ways Jim used his mouth on him, stimulating his sheath until his cock stiffened and everted for him to suck. But it was curious that he found it so enjoyable to use his mouth on Jim, considering the act did not stimulate his own genitals in any way. Spock liked the way taking Jim’s cock in his mouth to pleasure him made him feel both powerful and vulnerable. He also found he liked the way Jim spoke to him as he did it, in ways that would have made Spock blush to hear outside of a sexual context, the praise both loving and filthy. He chose not to examine why he enjoyed hearing Jim call him his ‘pretty little cockslut’— it was enough to know that he enjoyed it.

He found it arousing for Jim to touch him discreetly in public. Jim would run a finger along the helix of his ear in the turbolift, or rub his knee under the table, or even just touch their fingers together as they walked in the corridor or passed one another a PADD. After teaching Jim about the ozh’esta, Spock had found himself the recipient of a 47% increase of instances wherein Jim’s fingers would brush against his throughout the day. “What? I can’t steal a kiss when no one’s looking?” he’d said, when Spock pointed out the increase. “And even if they were, who’d know?” (Once Spock reminded him that Nyota was rather aware of this cultural practice, he’d decreased by approximately 22%.)

And he discovered that while it had been pleasurable to penetrate Jim anally, he found it even more pleasurable to be penetrated by Jim. The first time they tried it, Spock had reached climax alarmingly quickly, collapsing down in a mess of come onto the bed. “God,” Jim said, “I barely even touched your cock. You good? You want me to stop?”

“You have not achieved orgasm, Jim,” Spock panted, logically. “I believed this endeavour was meant to be pleasurable for both of us.”

“Mm. You make a good point.” Jim’s cock began to move within him again, hands holding Spock’s hips as he fucked into his limp, overstimulated form. Spock squeezed the sheets in his fist and gasped into his pillow, reaching climax a second time as Jim came inside him. Spock continued lying sprawled on the bed even as Jim pulled out and cleaned him off, until he delivered a gentle slap to his behind, prompting him to roll over so he could clean his front. “Fucking hell, Spock, if I’d known Vulcans had such sensitive prostates, I would’ve suggested we try that sooner,” he said, tossing the soiled towel over the edge of the bed and lying down beside him.

“The prostate is not so easily stimulated in that position,” Spock corrected in a sleepy mumble. “You were stimulating my chenesi.”

“Oh, is this how I finally learn where you keep your balls?”

Spock turned to look at him. “You never asked.”

Jim burst out laughing, his chest shaking. “Well, whatever. We’re definitely gonna be doing that a lot more.” He leaned over to kiss his shoulder. “Assuming you want to.”

Spock nodded, letting Jim gather him in his arms. “I do.”

Of course, one could not become close with Jim Kirk and avoid the presence of Leonard McCoy. Spock had always respected the doctor’s skill and ethics, if not always his manner of expression. But as his relationship with Jim deepened, Spock, too, began to trust the doctor and even occasionally appreciate his company. So he therefore noticed it some weeks later when McCoy’s mood darkened and he withdrew from spending time with them outside of duty. He mentioned it to Jim, who nodded in concern.

“You noticed it too, huh? I’ll try to talk to him.”

Jim had not specified when he would do this, so Spock could honestly say it had not been his intent to eavesdrop. He had simply been heading to sickbay to retrieve the daily intake logs, and though the door to McCoy’s office had been open, he stopped short upon hearing the quiet seriousness of the voices within.

“—that’s how you felt, why didn’t you say something then, instead of telling Spock he should go for it?”

“Come on, Jim,” the doctor said. “Anyone could see he thinks the sun shines out of your ass, I wasn’t gonna take that away from you.”

“I know you wouldn’t, Bones.”

“So you see why I didn’t mention anything.” A sigh, a clink of a glass as it hit the desk. “I just need a little time not being a third wheel to get past it, that’s all.”

“If we ever made you feel like you weren’t wanted—”

“See, there you go again, with the ‘we’. You and Spock are the unit. I’m just the doctor making sure you don’t get yourselves killed.”

“And here I thought you and Spock were starting to be friends,” Jim said, with a joyless laugh.

“We are, Jim, don’t you see that’s why this is so hard? You don’t think I saw the trust he gave me during that whole thing with Krall? I don’t want him thinking he was wrong to do it.”

“Look— will you let me talk to him? Just ‘cause I think there might be a better solution than whatever you think you’re gonna find at the bottom of that glass.”

“Oh, lord.” Spock could almost hear the doctor rolling his eyes. “I’m afraid to ask what it is.”

“Don’t you trust me?” The seriousness had left Jim’s voice, and it now carried a playfulness with which Spock was intimately familiar.

McCoy let out a bark of laughter. “That’s a loaded question.”

“Well, I notice you haven’t said no, so…”

Spock had decided to leave then, trying to slow his heart rate. He was not meant to have heard any of this, and Jim was intending to speak with him about it, regardless. It would be a good idea to examine his own emotions in the meantime, so he went to his quarters for a light, focused meditation. He would return for the logs later.

It was true that the time he’d spent with McCoy during the crisis with Krall earlier that year had been somewhat… unique for them. The bite had gone out of their usual barbs toward each other, and there had been one or two moments when they’d looked at each other that had left Spock feeling strangely. Without Jim— nor anyone else, for that matter— as a point of reference, he had not recognised the feeling the way he did now: as attraction.

Immediately he feared he’d somehow betrayed his relationship with Jim, though the events had occurred before they were together, and furthermore, nothing had even happened. But if Jim was planning to discuss this matter with him, he would not be able to lie.

Later, Jim had come to his quarters, greeting and kissing him as though nothing were wrong. Nothing was wrong, Spock reminded himself. “I need to talk to you about something kind of important. It’s nothing bad,” he added quickly. “Is now okay?”

Spock nodded in reply, his mouth going dry. He sat on the edge of the bed and Jim sat in the chair beside it. “It took some doing, but I got Bones to tell me why he’s been acting so weird lately,” Jim said. He took a breath and let it out through his nose. “He didn’t want me to tell you, at first. I think he’s worried you’ll think he’s pathetic.”

“Why would I think that?”

“Oh, maybe because both of you would probably rather be gored by a mugato than admit any kind of feeling that made you look the least bit vulnerable in front of the other?” Jim said. “You’re lucky I’m so observant.”

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Will you be getting to the point of this conversation soon, or shall I continue reviewing the core sample data from the geology lab while I wait?”

“All right, all right, it’s a difficult topic is all!” Jim scratched the back of his head. “Look. Fine, I’ll just say it. He’s frustrated with himself, because he’s lonely. What you and I have… makes him lonely. Because— well, he figures he missed the boat with you.”

“‘Missed the boat’?”

“His chance. He’s attracted to you.” Jim’s expression did not signify anger, or sadness, but Spock was still unsure how to respond.

“I see.”

“I told him I’d see how you feel about it,” Jim said. “I know I’m the only person you’ve— and, well, I don’t think it’s fair for me to ask that I be the only person for you forever.”

“Jim, you are my t’hy’la,” Spock said, feeling his eyebrows furrow.

“And nothing can change that for us,” Jim said, getting up from the chair and coming to sit beside him on the bed, placing a hand on his leg. “I just thought… if you were attracted to him, too, you deserve at least the option to explore that.”

“You… wish for me to engage in sexual intimacy with Dr McCoy?” Spock asked. He didn’t understand Jim’s motivation in this matter, at all.

“Spock, it’s not about what I—” Jim sighed. “Bones is a big boy, he’ll get over it if you aren’t interested, he just needs some time. But I miss him. I know you do too.”

Spock nodded reluctantly. “I care for him.”

“I know, and I know that’s why you were worried about him in the first place. He doesn’t want what we have, I think his divorce taught him some things about himself that— look, I’m just saying, if you wanted to try it, I’d be okay with it. Especially because it’s him. Hell, maybe this would be good for all of us.”

“I admit,” Spock said slowly, “I do find him physically attractive. I did not realise it before understanding my attraction to you.”

“That’s understandable,” Jim said. The hand on his leg rubbed gently. Spock placed his own hand over Jim’s, and was quiet with his thoughts for a moment before speaking again.

“If Leonard and I were to enter into such an arrangement, would you be included?”

Jim shrugged. “I don’t have to be. This is about you.”

“But if I wish it? I would not want to cause damage to your friendship.”

He waved his hand. “Not to put too fine a point on it, but if having his dick in my mouth didn’t damage our friendship at the Academy when we were young and stupid, I don’t think it would now.”

Spock was taken aback by the brazen reply, but in truth, the fact that the doctor and Jim had at one time engaged in a sexual relationship did not surprise him. “I believe I might like to… as you might say, ease myself into it.”

“Okay,” Jim said, nodding. “Since we have a few days of warp ahead of us where things’ll be quiet— hopefully— maybe we can all discuss it tomorrow night?”

“I agree there is no logic in waiting.”

The following day, the three of them met in Jim’s quarters for a conversation that, at the start, had been somewhat awkward, but had gotten easier as it went on.

“...and I mean, we’ve been doing a lot of, ah, discovery,” Jim said, glancing at Spock. “Learning what works and what doesn’t, since he’s new to— well, everything.”

“You realise your boyfriend just told me you were a thirty-three-year-old virgin before him?” he said to Spock.

“It is the truth,” Spock said unblinkingly. He was pleased to see Leonard smiling again, even if it was at his expense.

“All right,” Leonard said, holding his hands up in surrender. “God knows we were all virgins once.”

“Anyway,” Jim said pointedly, “I’m starting to get the sense there are things he wants that he doesn’t know how to ask me for.”

“I can’t say I’m surprised,” Leonard said. “I bet you love him too much to be rude to him.”

“I’m not exactly an amateur when it comes to talking dirty, Bones.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t talk dirty, I said you couldn’t be rude to him. Look at him,” he said, gesturing toward Spock. “He’s practically begging to be humiliated. When was the last time you even pulled his hair, for example?”

Spock felt his face flush. Jim often touched his hair while he performed oral sex, but never very forcefully; he always let Spock dictate the level of movement himself. Even when he orgasmed, his fingers might tighten their grip, but not too much. He was always careful not to pull or push too hard. And while he had been touched by Jim’s tenderness in the beginning, and he still enjoyed it, there had been times when he’d wished for roughness, wished for Jim to yank him back by his hair, push him down on his cock unexpectedly so that he could not suppress his gag reflex quickly enough…

His hands tightened against his knees. These thoughts were arousing, particularly in conjunction with the fact that the two men were talking about him as though he were not sitting right there with them. Leonard caught his eye, grinning. “See? Even just talking about it has him all hot and bothered.”

“I am perfectly capable of controlling myself,” Spock said indignantly, ignoring his sheath throbbing beneath his clothing.

“I bet you are,” he replied, his voice lowering. “But I bet you love having someone take that control away from you.”

Spock sucked in his breath.

“Uh, okay, I thought we were here to negotiate things like adults, but you two are being really hot right now,” Jim said. “It’s a little distracting.”

“Yeah, it is,” Leonard said, his eyes still on Spock. “You wanted to ease into this, Spock?”

“I believe that is what I said.”

“Then how do you both feel about a little lesson in taking orders?”

“From you?” Jim asked. (Unnecessarily, Spock thought. It was clearly implied.)

Leonard nodded. He looked more confident now than he had when he’d arrived. More like the man Spock was used to, but there was something in his expression that, after a moment of study, Spock recognised as sexual desire. Fascinating.

“If Spock’s afraid to ask, and you’re afraid to do what he wants, maybe you could both use someone else to tell you what to do.”

Jim was watching Spock. “I think he likes that idea, Bones.”

Leonard stepped away from where he’d been leaning against the wall, closer to where Jim and Spock sat on the bed. “Do you two have a safeword? Something so I’ll know if anything goes too far?”

“It’s never come up before, so, uh…” Jim trailed off, a little abashed.

“‘Warp core’,” Leonard said. “Now you do.” Jim was nodding, so Spock gathered this was not a non sequitur. Leonard, perhaps catching sight of his face, took pity on him. “It has to be something that has almost no chance of coming up during sex,” he explained, “in case, say, pretending you don’t like what you’re doing is part of the fun. That way if one of you really wants to stop, the other person knows when you mean it.”

“I cannot see a reason for us to bring up the warp core during sex,” Spock agreed. “Your choice is logical.”

“Well, if we’re all in agreement, then why don’t you get undressed, Spock? I think we’d like to get a look at you.”

“You have performed my quarterly physicals for the past five years, Leonard. And Jim and I have been engaging in sex approximately five times weekly for the past ten weeks. My body is not a mystery to either of you.” But he complied, removing his uniform shirt and undershirt, then standing up to take off his pants.

“Those too,” Leonard said, with a nod toward his briefs. Spock obediently stepped out of them, holding his head high as Leonard looked him up and down. “Hairy little thing, isn’t he? You wouldn’t know where he keeps that Vulcan strength to look at those skinny limbs of his.”

“Well, you wouldn’t know where he keeps his dick just to look at him, either,” Jim said, smirking as he pushed himself up from the bed to stand beside the doctor.

“Speaking of,” Leonard said, “undo your pants.”

“Are you gonna critique my naked body too, Bones?” Jim said, leering at him and popping the top button of his fly open.

“I said undo them, not take them off,” Leonard said, grabbing Jim’s wrist to stop him pushing his pants down at the waist. “I’m sure Spock can manage to find it even with your underwear still on.”

“I’m not sure which of us should be insulted right now,” Jim said to Spock, but his face showed amusement. Spock could also see the growing bulge at his groin, which made him less self-conscious about the fact that he could feel his sheath starting to get wet simply from listening to the conversation.

“Spock.” Leonard snapped his fingers, pointing to the floor at Jim’s feet. “On your knees.” Fresh arousal spread through Spock’s lower abdomen as he knelt down in front of Jim, near but not touching, his face level with the open fly of his trousers. “Well, I’m glad someone around here knows how to follow orders properly.”

Spock felt a mild rush of pleasure at the fact that he’d been praised and Jim had not.

“I’m the captain,” Jim protested. “I’m used to giving the orders.”

Leonard ignored him, still watching Spock. “I don’t think any of us were expecting this to happen so quick, so I better ask: is it all right if I touch you, Spock?” The commanding tone had softened, and Spock was moved by this consideration.

“Yes,” Spock replied, a shiver running through him. Leonard had touched him many times, but only as a doctor or fellow officer. He provided him with medical care or supported him physically if he were injured; patting him on the shoulder over his clothing was generally the friendliest form of contact that occurred between them. No one other than Jim had touched him so intimately, and he found himself somewhat eager to experience it. Particularly as he expected Leonard might touch him while he pleasured Jim.

Leonard nodded, and his hand moved to the back of Spock’s neck, trailing his fingers up it. They were thicker than Jim’s, rougher. They moved into his hair in a way that gave him goosebumps. Then suddenly he seized a handful of hair at the crown of Spock’s head, tipping his neck back, forcing him to look up at him. A pleasurable sting bloomed over his scalp, thrilling him to the core. He felt his cock swelling within him, more lubricant dribbling along the opening of his sheath.

“You like sucking Jim’s cock?”

“Yes,” Spock whispered.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” Leonard said cheerfully. “Say it a little louder.”

“Yes,” he said again, gathering himself somewhat.

“Good,” Leonard said, relaxing his grip for a moment and scratching his head lightly with his fingertips. “Now the whole thing.”

“I…” He hesitated.

“Tell me, Spock.” Leonard gripped his hair firmly in his fist again. “You don’t deserve to suck it if you can’t even tell me how much you like it.”

“I… I like sucking Jim’s cock,” Spock said, the words thick and foreign in his mouth.

“Jesus christ,” said Jim softly.

“That’s better.” Leonard loosened his fist, letting Spock face forward again. “Be a good boy and take it out for him.”

Spock moved his hands up Jim’s thighs, unable to resist touching him as much as possible. He reached the gap in the front of his pants where his grey underwear showed through, running his hand over the bulge to hear him groan faintly. Not quite erect, but Spock could tell it would not take much to get him there. Lifting Jim’s cock out of his briefs, he held it in his hand, stroking the familiar shape gently. He felt his slit beginning to part as his own erection grew in response.

“Ah-ah, I didn’t say play with it, I said take it out,” Leonard scolded him, taking his hand away and ignoring Jim’s indignant noise. “Too bad, Spock. You were doing so well, but I guess you can’t control those needy hands of yours…” He lifted Spock’s arm up over his head, moving to stand behind him. “Gimme the other one too.”

Spock lifted his left arm up above his head, where Leonard grabbed his wrist and held it against his right. That he was stronger than the doctor and could easily free himself was a fact that existed somewhere in his mind, but it seemed irrelevant at the moment— he felt quite at their mercy, naked and on his knees between the two of them, both fully dressed and standing.

Jim was looking at Spock in wonder, his bright eyes shining with lust. “Fuck, Bones…”

“You like that, huh?” Leonard spoke over Spock’s head to Jim. “Too bad he can’t be trusted to behave himself.”

Spock huffed. “You should have been more explicit with your instructions,” he said, understanding that impertinence would perhaps earn him further punishment rather than the reward he craved of being able to please Jim, but at the moment he was having trouble deciding which one was more appealing.

“Don’t you ever turn off the sass?” said Leonard, tugging slightly on his arms. “That Vulcan pussy of yours is practically dripping onto the floor right now, and don’t think I don’t know it.” He leaned over, speaking closer to his ear. “What’ll you do now that you can’t touch Jim or yourself?”

The heat of his breath was enough to push the tip of Spock’s erection out from between the lips of his sheath. “I suppose I’ll simply continue to kneel here until you tell me otherwise.”

“Goddamned right you will,” he replied, this time going so far as to brush the point of Spock’s ear with his lips as he spoke. He pulled away, straightening abruptly. “Hands on his head, Jim. I’m afraid you’re gonna have to do this yourself.”

Jim met Spock’s eyes, hesitating for only a moment or two before he evidently spotted his permission there. Spock’s eyes closed, his lips parting as Jim stepped even closer, raising his hands to rest them at the back of Spock’s head.

“Jesus, you haven’t even started fucking his mouth yet and he looks like he’s about to come,” Leonard said. “No wonder you’ve been strutting around like you’re king shit lately.”

“Hey, it’s not like I told him to worship my dick,” Jim said, the head of his erection bumping against Spock’s chin as he drew his head closer. The scent of him filled Spock’s nostrils, and he felt his own cock push itself further outward, dripping with slick.

“No, you had to call me in for that,” Leonard said. “Call yourself a captain, can’t even order your own boyfriend around when he wants it so bad— Spock?” he finished, loudly changing direction.

“Yes, Leonard?” Spock replied instantly.

“Open up nice and wide so you can suck your captain’s cock.”

His skin buzzing with desire, he complied. Jim pulled him forward gently, guiding the head of his cock into Spock’s mouth. He hummed his enjoyment of its hot weight against his tongue.

“Oh, fuck…” Jim moaned, his fingers moving in Spock’s hair. Spock looked up at him, waiting.

Leonard moved from behind Spock to beside them, coming into Spock’s field of vision, shifting his grip slightly as he continued to hold his arms above his head. “You look good with that smart mouth of yours all filled up, Spock,” he said approvingly. “You like being a pretty little hole for your captain to fuck?”

An unfamiliar sound formed in Spock’s throat as he nodded. He did not understand why the idea of being used and disrespected was so appealing, but at the moment, he didn’t much care. He only knew that he wanted more of it. Slowly, Jim began to guide his head forward and back, sliding him along his length. Spock’s salivary glands activated, coating his shaft, a little dribbling out the corner of his mouth.

“God, I love your mouth, Spock,” Jim said, holding his head a little tighter as he moved. “So good…”

Leonard watched them for a little while, his eyes following the movement of Jim’s length between Spock’s lips. His thumb moved a little, stroking the tender skin of Spock’s wrist, making him moan feebly around the cock in his mouth. He looked up at Leonard, who grinned at him.

“So that thing about Vulcans and hands wasn’t an urban legend, I see.”

“Mm—” Jim groaned as Spock tightened the suction of his mouth slightly. “Yeah, you should see what happens when you suck his fingers.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will. But this is about you two right now. And I think we both know he can take it harder than you’re giving it to him, Jim.” Spock’s eyes slid to the left to meet Jim’s, who had looked to him for confirmation. He relaxed his mouth and throat and blinked up at his lover’s inquiring face. “Go on, he wants it.”

Jim began to move faster, thrusting more deeply into his mouth. Spock moaned wetly as the head of his cock brushed his soft palate. His nipples were stiff and his erection ached to be touched, but his hands were still trapped above his head, tingling slightly as the blood flowed downward. He knew he would not be permitted the touch he felt so desperate for until he performed his task adequately, and to completion. Or perhaps not even then. The idea thrilled him.

“See? He’s a fucking slut for it. Aren’t you, Spock?”

He could only reply with another indistinct moan, muffled by saliva and Jim’s cock. His arousal level was such that he could feel his shields starting to fail, Jim’s emotions brushing lightly against his mind. Pleasure. Apprehension. Surprise. Love. His contact with Leonard was less direct and familiar, so his emotions were an underexposed photograph, dim and indistinct, but he could feel shades of them if he focused. Desire. Pride. Satisfaction. Happiness. Temporarily distracted by his own mental pleasure, Spock failed to suppress his gag reflex for a particularly strong thrust, choking a little. His eyes watered, more saliva leaking out of his mouth.

“What happened to that Vulcan control I’ve heard so much about?” Leonard said, squeezing Spock’s wrists, making him whimper. “Too much for you?” Spock could feel a spike of lust from both men. His cock leaked pathetically between his legs as he minutely shook his head no. Jim, who had slowed slightly, sped up again, and Spock focused his attention once more, the desire to gag fading.

“Yeah, take it,” Jim said. “So hot, Spock, so good for me…” His eyes fell closed in enjoyment, his movements uncontrolled as he sought his climax inside Spock’s mouth and throat.

“You want it, Spock?” Leonard asked him. “You want his come in your mouth?” Spock glanced up at him, and for a moment, got a flash of how he looked through Leonard’s eyes— his torso stretched long by the arms above his head, swollen and slick cock jutting out in front of him, his face flushed and teary, Jim’s cock thrusting into his mouth— and very nearly came himself. He managed to hold back, groaning in pleasure and frustration.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” Jim gasped, his hands tightening in his hair. Not as hard as Leonard had done earlier, but harder than he usually permitted himself. “Fuck—” His cock touched the back of Spock’s throat, and then his thrusts shallowed as he spurted hot and bittersweet over Spock’s tongue. Leonard’s eyes, dark with arousal, stayed on him throughout, until Jim pulled his cock from his mouth, hissing at the sensitivity as Spock swallowed.

“You did real good, Spock,” Leonard said.

“So fucking good,” Jim said, his hand cupping Spock’s wet chin. “I love you so much.” He leaned down, kissing him messily, his tongue pressing into his mouth and no doubt tasting himself there. Spock flooded with pleasure at the praise and emotion, desire pulsing through his veins with every beat of his heart.

“Do you wanna make him come like this, or should I let him have his hands back so he can touch himself? Doesn’t look like it’ll take much,” Leonard said, raising his eyebrows as he glanced down at Spock’s erection.

“You two do what you want,” Jim groaned, falling back toward the bed, still panting a little. “I gotta sit down for a sec, at least until I get the feeling back in my legs.”

“Okay, then,” Leonard said. “Lazy,” he added in a rather audible stage whisper to Spock.

“I fucking heard that.”

“You were supposed to. I’m not gonna do everything around here.”

Spock, aroused though he was, found he could not resent the fact that Jim was too spent to pleasure him. And while his mouth was no longer occupied, he kept quiet, unsure if he was still meant to be obeying the doctor’s orders.

“On your feet, then, Spock,” Leonard continued. “Let’s get you where Jim can see what he’s missing.”

Spock got to his feet, and Leonard let his arms down one at a time, holding them behind his back instead as he walked them a little closer to Jim, who’d laid back on the bed with his feet on the floor, his softened penis flopped in the crease of his hip, a drop of fluid glistening at the tip of its protective hood. He propped his head up a little beneath his arm to look at them. “You want Bones to touch your cock?” he asked.

He did. He wanted desperately to feel that strong, capable hand around him, to feel Leonard’s breath at his ear again. “Yes,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

“Mm, I think you can ask nicer than that,” Jim said, winking at him. “Wanna try again?”

“Leonard,” he began, strangely glad to be looking at Jim rather than at the doctor, “please touch me.”

“Well, since you asked so politely…” Spock felt his wrists freed from Leonard’s grip. “You gotta promise not to touch, though. Keep your hands right there behind your back for me. Can you do that?”

“Of course.” He held his left wrist with his right hand.

Leonard’s fingers moved over his hip, so lightly it almost tickled, but Spock forced himself not to squirm. One fingertip trailed up the underside of his shaft as he felt the body behind him press closer. There was a distinct bulge pressing against the palm of Spock’s left hand behind his back, and he felt a moan escape him. Leonard’s hand closed around his shaft, and then he stopped caring what he sounded like.

“Yeah, look at how wet you are,” Leonard said next to his ear, rubbing the clothed bulge of his erection against Spock’s hand. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“Yes—” His orgasm, already simmering near the surface, approached rapidly with the punishing, delicious stroke of the hand around him. He could sense Leonard’s emotions more clearly now, his excitement and arousal.

“You wanna come?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Please, yes.”

“Oh, I suppose you’ve earned it,” Leonard said. He licked the tip of his ear, and then Spock was coming, his cock pulsing into the hand that held him, streaks of white spilling onto the black fabric of Jim’s thigh beneath them, his mind wavering with the force of his orgasm, the juicy burst of pleasure he felt from Leonard through their touch. Dimly he felt himself being guided toward the bed, Jim’s arm closing around him.

“Okay, so that was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” Jim said eventually. “But don’t you need a turn, Bones?”

“Well, I, uh—”

“He ejaculated as I reached climax,” Spock interrupted, opening his eyes. Leonard was sitting beside Jim at the end of the bed. “I felt it through our touch.”

Leonard huffed. “No secrets among telepaths, I guess— oh, shut up,” he said, slapping the back of his hand against Jim’s thigh as Jim bubbled with laughter. “Sue me, it’s been awhile.”

“I am glad this experience was pleasurable for you, Leonard,” Spock said.

“Thank you, Spock,” he said. “How’re you feeling? You need anything?”

“I am in adequate physical condition,” he said, assessing his body. In fact he currently felt quite limp and useless, but he guessed that that was not what Leonard was asking. “And I am quite satisfied, sexually.”

“You did great,” he replied.

“What about me?” Jim asked.

“You? You’ve got some room for improvement, I think—”

“Hey!”

“—you were still pretty sweet and gentle with him, but it wasn’t a bad start.”

“Well, you know, I might never get better,” Jim said thoughtfully. “And then you’ll just have to keep coming around to help prevent this unbelievably horny Vulcan from climbing the walls.”

“Oh, is that so?” he laughed. “I think we have a lot more to talk about, then.”

“Yeah, later.”

“Sure,” Leonard agreed. “Later.”

Over the subsequent weeks, the three of them experimented with their new arrangement further. Often Leonard was content to direct the two of them, sometimes touching himself as he watched, sometimes ordering a post-orgasmic Spock to touch him, knowing his mind and hands would be overstimulated and sensitive. There had also been one memorable occasion where Spock had held both Leonard’s and Jim’s cocks in one hand, licking and sucking at the tips until each of them ejaculated over his face. Eventually Spock was also able to voice his curiosity about Leonard penetrating him, and he did so to all of their enjoyment, fucking his thick cock into him as Jim watched, stroking himself to a powerful orgasm.

They were not always three together, of course, and Spock began to appreciate the differences between them. He and Jim would still engage in sexual encounters more like what they had enjoyed at the start of their relationship, solidifying and strengthening their connection in a way Leonard did not wish to share with them. He’d been with Leonard alone on several occasions as well, and these tended to be even more rough and filthy than the three of them together. He also enjoyed the attention he received after these encounters— what Leonard referred to as ‘aftercare’— wherein he would be praised and soothed with lips and hands, gently cleaned or carried to bed or untied as the situation called for. If he returned to Jim’s quarters afterwards, crawling into bed with bruises or chafes, Jim would only run his fingers over them and ask if he’d had a good time, to which Spock would reply that he had.

Jim and Spock preferred to sleep together. Leonard preferred to sleep alone.

As the trust and companionship between them strengthened, gradually Jim’s comfort with sometimes speaking to Spock more crudely and touching him more roughly began to increase, as did Spock’s tolerance for speaking his own desires aloud. If his fantasy were quite specific, he would bring it up at a time when they were not engaged in sexual activity, in case it involved planning or discussion. Others felt more spontaneous, occurring to him in the heat of the moment. One such desire sprouted within his thoughts as he lay on his stomach across Jim’s bed, Leonard spanking him while Jim kissed and sucked at his fingers.

“Jim,” he said, as the idea began to take shape.

“Hmm?” Jim’s reply was muffled around two of his fingers. He let them go. “What is it?”

“I believe I would enjoy being penetrated by both of you at once.”

Leonard’s hand stilled, rubbing over the stinging flesh of his behind. “In the same hole? We’ll have to work up to that, Spock, I don’t think even you can relax that much without help.”

“No,” Spock clarified, “though I am not necessarily opposed to that, either.”

“Ah, I should have guessed you’d like the idea of being filled at both ends, you nasty thing,” Leonard replied, pressing his lips to the skin of his back. “What do you say, Jim, you wanna roast this Vulcan like a pig?”

“Well, when you put it so eloquently, Bones, how can I say no?”

“That’s the spirit,” he said. “C’mon, then, Mr Spock, I think hands and knees will be easiest.” Spock began to prop himself up, his body lighting up with anticipation.

“Who do you want where?” Jim held him by the chin, rubbing his thumb over his lip. Spock darted his tongue out to lick it, moaning, but Jim quickly moved it away, back to his cheek.

He considered the query. “The shape and length of Leonard’s erection will easily stimulate my internal testes in this position. He should therefore penetrate me anally, and you I will pleasure orally.”

Behind him, Leonard let out a bark of laughter, punctuating it with a forceful slap to his rear. “You’re lucky Jim’s not the type to have a complex about his dick, Spock.”

“There is no reason he ought to,” Spock said. “His penis is pleasing both sexually and aesthetically. I simply chose the most logical arrangement.”

“I’m still gonna make you choke on it for that,” Jim said, his eyes and mouth dancing with humour. He put his thumb in Spock’s mouth, where he sucked at it eagerly as Jim glanced over his head, no doubt making eye contact with Leonard. “Cheeky little shit.”

“Keep pretending that doesn’t make you hard, Jim.” Leonard’s hand circled the area he spanked, the fleshiest part of his right cheek. “Don’t know who you think you’re fooling.”

“Look who’s talking,” Jim said. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you jizzed your pants just from bossing his stubborn ass around the first time.”

“Yeah, well, we all have our things,” Leonard said, his hand slipping between Spock’s legs, rubbing two fingers against his sheath just at the base of his cock, collecting his lubricant. “You practically hit Spock in the face with the force of that orgasm the first time I fucked him in front of you, and you were a good thirty centimetres away.”

“If you’d seen the way his face looked, you probably would’ve too,” Jim retorted.

“It’s not emasculating to enjoy being cucked, Jim; why won’t you just admit it?” Leonard continued to rub in a somewhat frustrating manner at his sheath; surely his fingers were lubricated enough by now.

“Does it even count as cucking if it’s consensual?” Jim’s brow furrowed in thought, and he pulled his thumb out of Spock’s mouth.

“Gentlemen,” Spock said, “is there not some task with which you might be better occupied at the moment?”

“Oh, is someone feeling left out in spite of having two sets of hands on him?” Leonard said, delivering another sharp slap to his ass, jolting him forward slightly. “I think we’ve been spoiling him, Jim.”

“Yeah, well,” Jim said, smiling as he rubbed a hand over Spock’s cheek, “we all have our things.” He began to position himself in front of him so that Spock’s mouth could reach his erection, but when Spock reached for it with his tongue, Jim seized him by the hair and held him back. “Be a good boy and wait until Bones is done with you.”

“He has not even start— ah!” Spock was interrupted by one finger pressing into him without warning.

“You know how it is once you get going,” Jim said, running his hand slowly along his cock, bumping his fingers against Spock’s lip and chin occasionally. “I don’t wanna clock out early.”

“You two and your ‘telepathic resonance’ or whatever the hell,” Leonard scoffed. “You’re even kinkier than him for liking all that mind stuff, Jim. Don’t most humans find it invasive and disorienting?”

“Jim is not ‘most humans’,” Spock said. The link between Jim and himself had grown strong enough that through their touch Spock could now share some of his own emotions and sensation, and Jim quite enjoyed it. They’d even mind melded during sex twice before, which had strengthened their link. “I gather your reluctance to participate, Doctor, is because you worry I would find nothing in your mind of substance?”

“Maybe you should put that cock in his mouth,” Leonard said, twisting his finger to reach his prostate. Spock moaned involuntarily. “Least it’ll shut him up.”

“Considering how often you purposely compel me to speak during sexual encounters, you seem puzzlingly keen on ‘shutting me up’,” Spock said, knowing he would almost certainly be spanked again for this. He was not disappointed.

“Speaking of spoiling him,” Jim chuckled, “you’re too easy, Bones. You know he wanted you to do that.”

“Oh, as if it’s my fault his ass looks better the more it’s been spanked,” Leonard said, rubbing the abused flesh as the finger of his other hand withdrew, allowing a second digit to join it. “Plus I gotta make up for all the times he deserves one but I can’t give it to him because we’re on duty.”

“Mm, fair point. Carry on.”

Leonard continued to stretch him, grazing his prostate— too lightly to provide any real relief— whenever Spock showed signs of impatience. Jim continued working his own erection in his fist, but he occasionally moved his hips forward just enough to let Spock reach his cockhead with the tip of his tongue.

When at last Spock felt he might combust with the force of his need warring with the knowledge that if he begged his desires might only be prolonged further, he heard Leonard’s voice behind him. “You ready for it, Spock?”

“Yes,” he hissed breathlessly. He issued his request the way he knew would be expected. “F-fuck me, Leonard.”

“God, I never get tired of hearing your logical ass beg for cock,” he replied, reaching between Spock’s legs again for more of his lubricant. “But aren’t you forgetting something?”

Spock felt his face heat. His words came out in a whisper. “Fuck me, please, Leonard.”

“That’s a good boy.” He withdrew his fingers, and Spock grunted at the change in sensation as he lined himself up, entering him carefully, but not too slowly. “Mmh— now ask Jim nice like you asked me.”

“Put your cock in my mouth, please, Jim,” Spock said unhesitatingly, looking up at Jim. The nearer he got to orgasm, the easier it became to ask for things he wanted, and though Leonard hadn’t yet started moving, he could feel the head of the human’s cock just brushing his chenesi as they swelled. It was teasingly, wildly stimulating.

“With pleasure, Mr Spock.”

As Jim gently opened Spock’s jaw, sliding the head of his cock past his lips, Leonard began to shallowly thrust into him, hands on his hips. It pushed Spock forward slightly, making him take Jim’s cock deeper into his mouth before he was pulled back. He moaned in satisfaction.

“Yeah, you like that, Spock? One cock isn’t enough for you, huh? Gotta be all filled up like the dirty slut you are.” Leonard moved a little more vigorously, lengthening his thrusts as he spoke. Jim was watching his rhythm, one hand at the back of Spock’s neck for guidance. Of course Spock could not answer this query, but he looked up at Jim in a way he hoped would make his enjoyment evident, and lowered his shields slightly in order to sense his lovers’ emotions, a noise forming in his throat at the swirling mist of human feeling. Soon he would project his own emotions to Jim through their touch, but not yet. He did not, as Jim put it, want them to ‘clock out early’.

“Oh, you should see him, Bones…” Jim said, gazing back at him, his eyes sparkling with adoration, his lips smirking knowingly. “I think we might be fucking the logic right out of him.”

“Nah, not yet,” Leonard said, fucking hard into him, making him groan wetly as the thrusts punished his chenesi and Jim’s cock brushed the back of his throat. “But we’ll get him there.”

Jim and Leonard continued to pass remarks back and forth in a way that made Spock feel paradoxically objectified and deified, punctuated with moans and gasps and pants from all three of them. He was uncomfortably hard and damp, overwhelmed by the perfect, torturous slide of both human cocks in him, and felt no need to hide his pleasure. He was safe with them.

“I thought you said you were gonna make him choke on it, Jim?” Leonard said, as he pulled nearly out of Spock, making him groan in frustration. “I haven’t heard any choking.” He slammed back into him, launching them forward slightly, and Spock tightened his throat purposely to make himself gag on the intrusion of Jim’s cock.

“Mm—” Jim groaned. “I’m lucky if I remember my own name when he’s got his mouth around me like this.” Spock let himself choke again now that Jim had opened his eyes to look at him. He widened his mouth a little to let some of the saliva drip down his chin. “Oh, fuck, I wish you could see his face. He’s a mess.”

“Yeah, I bet he is,” Leonard said, continuing the rough pace. “Drooling on yourself, are ya, Spock?”

Rapidly losing hold on what remained of his control, Spock relaxed his throat again, sucking lightly as Jim moaned and rubbed his thumb against the back of his neck, an intimate and loving gesture that aroused him as much as any of the sexual activity. The barrage of emotions flowing into him was as intense and pleasurable as the way he felt himself filled, over and over. He let his own emotions reach their tendrils toward Jim, allowing him to taste Spock’s love, his need, his happiness.

“Oh, god…” Jim watched him with open desire, pink lips parted slightly. “He’s gonna come soon, I can feel it.”

“Yeah, you fucking love it, don’t you?” Leonard said, slapping his ass again as he picked up the pace even more. “Don’t even need us to touch your slippery little cock, you like it so much.” Spock was not fooled. This close to climax the veil was thin, and he could feel that Leonard was enjoying it as much as he was, could feel his desire to make Spock come, to come himself. He shivered with the knowledge that he would soon feel both men orgasm inside of him. Sure enough, Leonard’s hand snaked around his hip, closing around Spock’s dripping, needy erection, his fist warm and his grip even and firm as he stroked him. Spock moaned thickly around Jim’s cock.

“Tell me how he feels, Bones… oh—” Jim gasped with pleasure, his eyes falling closed as Spock worked his tongue along his shaft; as the bleed of sensations Spock felt filtered into Jim’s thoughts like sunlight.

“He’s so hard and wet, Jim…” Even Leonard’s ironclad control was straining now, Spock was pleased to note. “All worked up for us,” he panted, maintaining his strong pace. “So good and tight…”

“Yeah,” Jim managed, breathlessly. “Feels so fucking good, Spock—” He broke off, moaning as the shadow of Spock’s approaching orgasm flitted across his mind. Spock whimpered helplessly with pleasure. He was torn, because he did not want it to end, but he felt as though he might perish if he did not reach climax soon—

And then he was spilling over Leonard’s hand, emotions pounding his mind, his body tensing as his orgasm ripped through him, nostrils flaring as he struggled to get enough breath, his mouth still full of Jim’s cock. Jim, able to feel it, followed him swiftly over the edge, his pleasure licking roughly over Spock’s agitated kash-tepul. He moaned Spock’s name as he came down his throat, buried so deeply Spock was hardly able to taste it. Jim didn’t pull out as Leonard continued fucking hard into him, the pressure against Spock’s chenesi rapidly approaching too much. Feeling his body’s desire to grow slack, he braced his arms harder against the bed, shaking a little to hold up his weight, until Leonard cried out and Spock felt jets of come deep inside him, so hot it nearly burned. He groaned, oversensitive, but rich with contentment, allowing himself to float on the outskirts of his own consciousness, taking his time to begin gathering his controls once more.

Jim’s cock had softened against his tongue. Gently he withdrew and Spock breathed heavily out his mouth. Jim leaned down, kissing him on the forehead and rubbing the back of his neck. “You good?”

Spock nodded. Leonard had folded himself over his back, kissing between his shoulder blades. He coaxed Spock to lie down on his front as he pulled out of him. Hissing with displeasure as he landed in the clammy mess of come and lubricant, he rolled onto his back. Leonard laughed, thumping down beside him. “Fine, I’ll lie in the wet spot, your majesty. Your ass okay?”

Spock wasn’t sure if he referred to the spanking or the penetration, but he assessed his condition and found it to be adequate. He nodded again.

Jim, who’d remained standing, disappeared into the bathroom and reappeared with a damp towel, which he used first to wipe Spock’s face, drying it with the opposite corner. The towel was warm and soft. Spock allowed his floppy limbs to be manoeuvred as Jim cleaned between his legs. There was a light fwhump as he tossed the cloth at Leonard.

“What, no spa treatment for me?”

“Nope,” Jim said cheerfully, lying down at Spock’s other side and turning his jaw toward him for a kiss. Leonard huffed as he began to tidy himself up.

“You’d think I didn’t do half the work around here,” he complained.

“Hey, how ‘bout a little gratitude for the guy who just let you fuck his boyfriend raw?” Jim said, pulling away from Spock’s mouth and settling with his head in the crook of his arm, running his fingers through Spock’s chest hair.

“Oh, please, he was wetter than Florida in a hurricane to have it in both ends, and there’s only one of you, Jim. Thankfully,” he added.

“Leonard,” Spock began.

“Oh, got your wits about you again?” Leonard ruffled Spock’s hair affectionately, something that might have activated his fight-or-flight response under normal circumstances. “What is it?”

“I did enjoy it very much. Thank you for indulging me.” He wished he had a better way to express his emotions about the experience, but he could say this, at least.

“See? Someone around here knows how to be grateful.” Leonard found Spock’s hand, picking it up and kissing the back of it. “You gonna say thank you to Jim, too?”

“I shared my gratitude with him before the mental link between us was closed,” he explained, but catching sight of Jim’s face, changed his mind. “Thank you, Jim. I am… lucky to have you.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one,” Jim said, smiling. For all his bravado, he never accepted compliments easily.

“I wonder if you and Leonard might grant me one more favour,” Spock continued.

“If it involves my dick, I’m gonna need at least twenty minutes, Spock,” Leonard said.

“It does not.”

“Well, let’s hear it, then,” Jim said.

“I wish…” he said hesitatingly, “to see you kiss.”

Leonard burst out laughing.

“I don’t see what is so amusing about this request,” Spock said, somewhat defensively.

“It’s fine, Spock, it’s just… only a Vulcan could act so shy about wanting to watch two humans kiss on the mouth after what we just did,” he replied, still laughing. “But sure, I’m game if you are, Jim.”

Jim propped himself up. “Yeah, all right.”

The two humans leaned across Spock’s chest. He watched intently as the two people he valued most in the universe closed their eyes and let their lips meet. He savoured it as the kiss went from chaste and quick to less so, Leonard’s mouth guiding Jim’s open for his tongue, Jim sucking Leonard’s lower lip. They looked beautiful.

After a moment the kiss tapered to brief pecks, and they parted. “Did that meet with Princess Spock’s approval?” Leonard asked.

“I may require more data before my curiosity is fully satisfied,” Spock said thoughtfully, “but for now, yes.”

Jim laughed as he laid back down on the bed. “You’re right, we have definitely been spoiling him, Bones.” He stretched, groaning pleasurably before curling up against Spock again. “Wanna stay the night?”

“Here with you two?” Leonard sounded surprised, which was reasonable, since they understood his preferences and thus had not asked after the first time.

“No, in the Earth wing of the Federation Museum with Zephram Cochrane’s preserved corpse. Of course with us.”

“A double bed’s barely big enough for two grown men, let alone three.”

“Spock’ll sleep in the middle,” Jim said. “He runs cold, so he likes the extra body heat.”

“My body temperature is standard for Vulcans,” Spock protested. “If you would simply increase the temperature of your quarters by—”

“No way, I’d get all sweaty. There’s a reason we almost never sleep in your room.”

“Well, seeing as you’ve made it sound so appealing,” Leonard said, rolling his eyes, “I guess I can make an exception just this once.”

Spock, as he let the corners of his mouth turn upward, did not feel self-conscious.