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It was a rare morning. A slow one, one where they weren't immediately needed, weren't expected anywhere before their shift. They'd stayed the night together, having had an uncommonly peaceful evening, as well. One could say it'd been an ideal twelve hours.
Honestly, by that and that alone, they should have known better than to assume it would stay that way. Nothing was ever so simple on the U.S.S. Enterprise, certainly not for her senior officers.
But right now, they had no concerns, and the only sounds that filled the room were the quiet rhythmic sighs escaping Spock's lips as McCoy slowly thrust into his sheath, hitting all of his most sensitive spots with practiced precision, and the gentle squeak of the mattress beneath them. He had his knees bent and spread, and McCoy rest on top of him. He had a hand in Spock's hair, the other squeezing and caressing his hands pinned above his head.
"You're so beautiful, so perfect," McCoy mumbled breathlessly into his ear, giving the tip a gentle nip. "Oh, Spock. I don't know that I can last much longer..."
Spock moaned and shivered, "Ah! Yes, yes, Ashayam, fill me...faster, Leonard, faster...!"
He nipped his ear once more and picked up the pace. The sounds and smells of sex filled the room, their slow lovemaking turning passionate and raw. Neither held back as they sped toward their crest, Spock's nails scratched down McCoy's back, McCoy sucked and licked Spock's ear and neck, leaving as many little marks as he could.
Just before they reached a shared climax, a startled yelp came from the other side of the room. "Oh! Oh my God!"
McCoy stopped moving entirely, making Spock cry out. He reached for their discarded comforter and covered their still-joined bodies as best as he could from their intruder.
"Goddammit, Jim! Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!" He exclaimed furiously. "What the hell do you need? Better be goddamned important!"
Jim had turned around, covering his eyes with one hand. "I, um...My apologies. It's...um. We have an unexpected hailing. You didn't, um, answer your comm...I was just on my way to get Spock, for the same..."
McCoy swore loudly. "Fine!" He snapped, "Message received! Now git outta here! Give us..." He looked down at Spock's flushed face, the desperation in his eyes, and felt the needy throb of his sheath around his still hard cock. There was no way he was going to let this go unfinished. "Half an hour."
Jim winced, his face blushing crimson red. "I'm sorry, Bo- Doctor McCoy, but you're both needed immediately..."
"Like hell I am! Unless there's a medical emergency..."
"No, there's nothing like..."
"Then get out!" He bellowed, "Because I'm going to finish fucking my husband whether you're here or not!"
Spock gasped, "Leonard!" He flushed deeper and pulsed, a gush of slick flooding out of him. McCoy groaned at the feeling, and pulled nearly all the way out before thrusting hard into him.
"Fifteen minutes!" Jim yelped, quickly exiting the room.
"You alright?" McCoy petted Spock's hair, pressing his lips against his forehead.
"Yes, Leonard, please....please keep moving," Spock's voice was thick with desire and he writhed under him, seeking any friction. "I need..."
"I've got you," McCoy assured, and quickly they fell back into the rhythm they had before Jim walked in. Spock came with McCoy's hand wrapped around his lok, coating their stomachs with his hot, sticky release. McCoy moaned, "I'm going to come, going to come in you..."
"Yes! Oh, yes!" Spock cried out, each thrust pushing him back to the edge. McCoy’s thrusts became erratic as he chased his orgasm, and Spock came again, clenching around the hot, throbbing cock.
McCoy came with a shout, spilling deep inside him. He slowly rocked his hips, riding out the aftershocks before it became too much, and he pulled out with a wet squelch. He sat back and admired the view, the way his release trickled out and blended with Spock's juices, dripping onto the towel beneath him. He had planned on eating him out, hopefully giving him at least one more orgasm before their shift. His stamina and desire to please his partner repeatedly combined with Spock's libido melded perfectly together that way. He sighed as he climbed off the bed. Looking at the chronometer, he noticed they only had five minutes left of the fifteen. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "I'll start the shower."
Spock stepped onto the Bridge, looking as prim and put together as he always did. With two exceptions-His hair was still wet and he was three minutes later than Jim had demanded.
Jim watched him carefully as he strode to his station. Clearly, he had read his briefing on the way, because he immediately settled in and began searching through the ship's library for more information on the planet emitting the hailing frequency. Jim listened as Spock rattled off all of the necessary information, then said, "A moment, if you will, Mister Spock?" And led him to the conference room.
"Captain, I apologize for this morning," Spock said the instant the door shut behind them, "I assure you, it will not happen again. I intend on having an at length discussion with-"
Jim cut him off, "Doctor McCoy said something very...fascinating, to steal your term, and I would like clarification. Now."
Spock paused and tried to recall all that transpired. He hadn't been thinking as clear as usual, being so close to orgasm when Jim entered. He was searching for them both. He and McCoy argued. Jim left. The details and phrasing were all lost in his haze. "Please clarify."
"He called you his husband, Spock!" Jim exclaimed in disbelief, "Now, I understand you taking your...biological urges out with one another. But really? You're letting him call you his husband? I know it isn't my place, but the way you two fight...I can't believe any of this is healthy for either of you."
He blinked once, and then twice. "Jim, Doctor McCoy is my husband."
Jim crossed his arms. "That's not very funny."
"I am not trying to be funny," Spock frowned, dropping his hands to his hips. "I am legally wed to Doctor McCoy. We updated our files two years ago. You approved them."
"I..." He thought back. He felt certain that he would've remembered that, but he supposed it could've slipped through his mountain of paperwork. "Well, I don't remember that."
"You attended our wedding," Spock's brows furrowed in confusion, "We married the week after my bond with T'Pring was severed."
"The week after...On Altair VI?" He went slack jawed and dropped into a nearby chair, "That...that was a wedding ceremony?"
Spock raised a curious brow. “What did you think it was?"
"I don't know! Some...local ritual? It wouldn't have been the first time you two dragged me along for that sort of thing!" He exclaimed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his annoyance, and headache, grew.
Yes, he remembered the ceremony. After the presidential inauguration, they took him, and the rest of the Bridge crew, down to a bonfire on the beach. A native recited a lengthy poem; truthfully, he hadn't paid much attention to the words. Something about the ocean, the moons, and the future. The two moons both shone that night- a rare event on the planet, they made a point of making that clear. The speaker tapped both Spock and McCoy on the forehead when she was finished, and that was that. He did find it odd that neither cared or reacted to the touch, but he assumed they'd expected it from the ritual. Then there was singing, some foreign string instrument playing, dancing around the fire. Spock and McCoy had slipped off early in the night, but he'd never known either of them to be fond of parties. McCoy in particular had been itching to get his dress uniform off since the moment he'd put it on. The next day, Uhura had said, "Wasn't last night just beautiful?" And he'd agreed! It had been a fun surprise, a lovely night with the reflection of the two moons dancing on the water. In hindsight, it was quite romantic, even. But, "It didn't even look like a wedding!"
Spock crossed his arms, "I am very curious to know what you believe a wedding should look like. You have, after all, attended a Vulcan wedding. Was that not acceptable?"
“That-that isn’t the same!” Jim sputtered for a moment. "You-you also don't act like a couple! You don't kiss, hold hands. How long have you been together, anyway?"
His eyes narrowed, "We do not, as you say, 'act like' a couple because we are one. We have no need to flaunt such things. Doctor McCoy respects that I prefer to keep our affections private. And if you must know, we started our romantic relationship seventeen days after he took over Doctor Piper's position." It was becoming clearer by the moment that Spock was growing frustrated-Not that he'd ever admit it, of course.
"What about all the fighting, then? It seems you two hardly get along! You don't even call him by his first name!"
Spock rolled his shoulders back and clasped his hands behind him. "Leonard," he emphasized, "Is a very...unique individual. I value his honesty. As...explosive as his honesty can be, he never shies from speaking his mind. And neither do I. Additionally, his consideration for emotion, feelings, and his intense passion in defending his position often forces me to see our situation from another point of view. Every decision I make using his input has had a much more favorable outcome than when I make a decision on my own. How our communication style appears to the outside world is not a concern of mine."
Jim ran his hands through his hair. "You're joking me."
"I assure you, I am not."
"You're saying he makes you a better person."
Spock wished he could allow himself to heave a weary sigh like his husband so often did. "Is that not marriage at its core?" When Jim didn't respond, he continued, gently adding, "You understand, Jim...we did not hide our relationship from you intentionally. We thought you were aware."
He thought back to their fights on the Bridge. On away missions. They bit each other's heads off, insulted each other, certainly never minced words. They were logic and emotion. Fire and ice.
But in the twilight hours, when McCoy watched them play chess, the pair were...gentler, with each other. He had noticed the way McCoy's hand occasionally lingered on Spock's shoulder. Their back-and-forth was playful, teasing. Jim could always plot a winning move when McCoy shared details of his latest call with Joanna, knowing from the spark of interest in Spock's eyes that he wasn't wholly focused on the game.
A specific memory came to mind. He'd gone to the Arboretum to find Sulu. Spock and McCoy were settled on a bench, and while Spock spoke rapidly and more animated than he'd ever seen him, McCoy just sat there, listening, nodding along. He'd chosen not to approach or eavesdrop, he only noted that it was odd and left. But recalling it now, he remembered the way McCoy's hand sat steady on Spock's wrist, keeping it still while the other hand gestured in a way that could mirror McCoy's own gestures.
“How did I not notice?” Jim said under his breath. He turned away, rubbing his temples.
He heard Spock move to stand beside him. “I…admit,” he slowly said, “Leonard and I have, on occasion, wondered, based on your refusal to acknowledge our affiliation, if you simply did not approve of our…”
“Not approve?!” He sounded completely appalled. “Now, this…certainly comes as a…shock, but…” he paused, taking a moment to examine Spock’s subtle apprehensive expression thoroughly. “If you’re happy…Of course I approve. You must understand…this is a...shocking way to find out that you’re…” He trailed off, rubbing his face. “Why wouldn’t you…simply…tell me outright? That you were…together, from the start?”
“It seemed obvious. We assumed you knew, as everyone else seemed to be aware,” he said plainly, “An oversight, on our part. We try to be...discreet, for the comfort of the crew. But we do share our meals, when we can. We overlap our lab schedules, when the occasion allows. When we are docked, we share our leave…”
“Well, but I’ve joined you on shore leave…” Jim’s eyes widened as he slowly came to a new, mortifying realization.
Spock hesitated, “…Yes.”
“…I’ve invited myself to your couple’s vacations, haven’t I.”
Again, Spock’s pause was all the answer he needed. “If your presence was unwelcome, we would have told you.”
“…Spock….” Jim groaned as he rubbed his temples. The bosun whistle blew just then, for once, a welcome interruption. “Kirk here,” he responded.
“We’re approaching the planet now, Captain. Awaiting orders.”
“Thank you, Mister Sulu. We’re on our way. Kirk out.” He gave Spock a remorseful glance, “I am…truly sorry. I hope you can forgive my ignorance. I don’t know how…”
“If you are able to forgive my husband’s indiscretion this morning,” Spock interrupted with an amused brow quirked up, “I will consider it forgotten. Leonard, on the other hand…”
“Oh, I’m never hearing the end of this from him, am I?”
“No, sir. No, you are not.”