| New: "The Winter of Despair" Under the Sun series - Part 5 Author: T'Thrill Series: TOS Romance Code: S/K/Mc Rating: NC-17 m/m Summary: Kirk, Spock and McCoy have returned to San Francisco after the events on Bakswana-7. There are changes coming about for all of them. "The Winter of Despair," is the fifth part in the "Under the Sun" series. If you have not read the first four installments, "Skylights", "Life is but a Dream", "The Burning Sands", and "Easy Does It", you may want to do so before reading this story. They can be found on my webpage -- T'Thrill's Den of Trek Delights - http://www.oocities.org/tthrill1612/ Warning: This story contains very explicit m/m sex. If you are not interested in and/or offended by such things, you will find reading this a complete waste of your time so please move on. If you are under 18 years of age, please move on. Disclaimer: Copyright 2002 by T'Thrill. This is an original work of amateur fiction based on Star Trek. This work makes "fair use" of Star Trek copyrighted material; it is not intended to infringe on the intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom or other owners of copyright in Star Trek or any of their assignees or licensees. The author's copyright extends only to the original material in this work. Archive: Okay to archive in COCO-SSD and ASCEM only provided that header, disclaimers, my name, and email address is attached. All others please ask. My email address is -- TThrill1612@aol.com Acknowledgments: To Selek, who has been my wonderful beta for the revision of all previously posted stories in this series as well as this new story. And to Marcee, who offered her terrific insights and opinions to the development of this stroy. Thanks to you both! Chapter 1 A warm body was spooned against him. The arms encircling him were strong and sure, and he felt protected and safe. He rolled in the arms to find the lips that had been caressing his neck, but where there should have been full, soft lips, there was emptiness. He strained to see the face, but when he searched for the comfort of dark brown eyes, there was nothingness. No features, no indication of who was holding him. He wanted to scream the name, but there was no name for the form that held him tight. No, that wasn't right, there were two names that could belong to this lithe, heated figure that held him. But which name to call? Then he felt another descend upon him. Quickly, the protector changed to the enemy. He fought to get away, but now the arms that had felt so strong and safe, held him prisoner. Bodies lay all around him. He couldn't move away from the captor, but even if he could stand and run, there was no place to go where the faces of the dead weren't staring up at him. He fought against the restraint to get away from the monster that had captured him. He was cold. Even pressed against this heated body, he was so cold. Trapped. He had to get out! He screamed into the darkness. "Bones!" Someone was shouting his name. Someone had found him. Jim had found him. Now he would be rescued. With all of the energy he could muster, he flailed against the restraint of the arms and pitched himself into the darkness. But it was too late. The beast had captured him and would not let him go. He clawed against the cloak that was encasing him, tried to shout Jim's name, but his voice failed him. He was doomed. Then the faceless form called to him, "Leonard." Reality began to slowly creep into his awareness. He was kneeling at the side of the bed; material bound him, holding him hostage. One was standing beside him and the other had come to his knees and was reaching for him. 'NO!' He didn't want to be touched. Where was he? Someone ordered the lights to one-quarter. Leonard began to flash his eyes around, still trying to strain away from the hand extended toward him. There were no bodies strewn around him, only the hastily discarded clothes that had been stripped away quickly the evening before. He was not trapped in the cold shaft that had imprisoned him. There were no faceless monsters in the room, nor was this the hut on Bakswana-7. This was the apartment in San Francisco and they had been back on Earth for several weeks. He was here, home, with Jim and Spock, his bondmates. He looked up to the face on the bed. Spock, not Sarek. Sarek had returned to Vulcan. But Sarek had been his lover, too. For one sleep cycle, Sarek had made love to him with a sweet abandon that he had forgotten could exist. And again, held captive in that godforsaken hole, they had held each other and found warmth against the unrelenting pain, cold, and damp. This was not the face of the man that had shared that horror with him, had laid beside him and held him as he felt the cold stench of death creeping ever closer with each labored breath. Death. That was the real monster-- a monster he had fought against his whole life. The beast that he had battled, that had pursued those he cared for, those he loved, for as long as he could remember. But never had he felt its presence like he had in the shaft. The putrid smell of its breath beating against him. The arms that had wrapped around him and held him so close had kept the beast from claiming him. And now, in this instant, he longed for those arms. This face before him, so like the face he had seen these last months, could not understand what he had gone through. Could not understand what they had shared. In that brief moment between sleep and wakefulness, he wanted the father, not the son, to comfort him. Spock, seeming to understand that he needed time to orient himself, was no longer reaching for him. Jim knelt beside him. "Bones! What the hell's wrong?" Jim shouted. He reached for the sheet, which Leonard was pulling frantically against, to assist in freeing him from the tangled mess. Finding an edge, he loosened the binding and Leonard whipped the obstructive fabric from around his body and jumped up. He backed several paces to the middle of the room, still frantically looking around him, and pulling deep, long, sharp breaths. He bent and placed his hands on his slightly flexed knees for support. Fighting for each breath, Leonard began to realize it had been a dream. Such dreams had been haunting him these last days, but this had been the most vivid of them all. He looked toward the men in the room; Jim was still kneeling beside the bed, clutching the sheet, and Spock had one knee on the bed and a foot on the floor. He looked into the dark eyes of the man half standing. Leonard saw the flash of pain in those dark eyes. The hurt he was causing this gentle being felt like a hot poker in his gut. Never had he intended to cause such pain. Never had he wanted to feel such pain. He shook his head and stood up. His breaths were coming in less fragmented gasps. "Nothing, Jim. Just a bad dream, I guess. I need a drink." He turned, grabbed the black robe that had been tossed haphazardly across the chair and walked out of the room. Jim rose and piled the disarray that had been the bedcovers back onto the bed. He looked at Spock in disbelief and saw the uneasiness behind the eyes. "Spock, what was that about? Do you know what's going on?" When Spock did not answer, Jim grabbed his shorts and pulled them on, then turned to follow McCoy, but Spock reached for him and gently grabbed his wrist. "Jim, go to him, but don't press him for answers. Not now. It is my belief he may need time to find his way back." "Back from where? He's home now, with us. It's over. Yet every night he wakes up in a cold sweat and spends the rest of the evening in the dark, drinking himself into oblivion!" Spock nodded slightly. Jim wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know. "It seems that the events of these last months are proving most difficult for Leonard to come to terms with." Jim sat on the edge of the bed. He knew he needed to go to Bones, but suddenly he didn't know what he was going to say once he found him. There were certainly issues regarding this that he had yet to come to terms with. "Dammit! I should've never sent him on that mission. He's gone through six months of hell. He and Sarek were kidnapped and left for dead, and for what? The planet is doomed, and he is having nightmares that have him trying to drown himself in a bottle." "You did not send him. He was requested and he chose to go. You only relayed the message. And, Jim, it was his decision." "You know better than that. I could have stopped him. I should have been there." "There was a full compliment of ships in the quadrant. What would you have been able to do that they could not?" "Do? What I always do. Cheat death." "As you did this time, as well. We found him. He is not dead." "But at what cost, Spock?" "Jim, there is no guarantee that even your presence could have stopped what happened. All of us have to cope with turmoil in our own way. But had you not been there when you were, had you not relied on your instincts, then he would not be with us now. "As for Leonard, I cannot say I fully understand all that he has been through. He has chosen not to share his memories. We can only give him our support and wait until he is ready to confide in us." Jim noticed the eyes as they closed briefly. There was something about this that Spock understood, that he didn't. He wanted to move deep into the bond to see what it was that caused this look of anguish to flash across his partner's face, but that seemed too intrusive. There were things that they all were hiding. They had been close after Bones had been released from the hospital and during the days of his recuperation on Delta, but since returning, even Jim and Spock hadn't allowed the shields between them relax completely. For now, they all needed time to heal. "Spock, he is out there, alone. I think we should go to him." "Yes, we will go to him. Together." Spock rose and pulled on the silk pajama bottoms and followed Jim from the room. Chapter 2 The main room was dark, but the lights from the city illuminated it in a steel gray hue. Stepping into the room, it took Jim a moment to spot Leonard seated in the chair near the window. It was possibly the tinkle of the ice in the glass as it was tipped to the lips that drew his attention. Leonard looked toward him, tipped the glass up and drained the rest of the bourbon from it. Then, still clutching the decanter, poured the glass full once more. Jim sat down sideways on the chaise closest to the corner Leonard occupied, his arms resting on his knees, his fingers entwined. They were separated by just a few inches physically, but Leonard was putting up mental barriers between himself and his bondmates that were becoming impermeable. Jim wanted to break through the barricade, but he had constructed his own wall compiled of guilt and disillusionment. For the first time since meeting this man, he didn't know what to say. He wanted to tell Bones that everything would be okay. That they were together and here to support him, but that was not completely true. Spock was to leave on the training cruise in just a few days, and Admiral Morrow had already assigned Bones to be CMO for the two-month long mission. Jim knew he would be onboard for the first few days to complete the inspection, but then he would have to return to Earth and resume his duties here. He also knew that training cruises were long and arduous for those in command and they would have little time for each other while they were out. No, soon they would all be very much alone. Bones had tried to get him to regain command of the Enterprise, or any other vessel. But that was no longer possible. In the last year he had become so ingrained into the Admiralty that Starfleet would never agree to such an arrangement. Except for the eight years they spent splitting their time between San Francisco and the Enterprise, an Admiral had never commanded a ship, and would likely never do so again. And, even if it were a possibility, he was becoming too old to gallivant around the galaxy like a youngster. As if putting a mental exclamation point on that thought, he realized that in just two days he would turn another year older. Spock stood in the doorway and watched the two men for a moment. In the darkness they were seated close to each other, yet they were far apart, and both in pain. He proceeded to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. Not his favorite choice of beverage, but hopefully one he would be able to substitute for the noxious brown liquid that Leonard was now consuming. Scooping out a measured amount of beans and placing them into the slot on the side of the coffee maker, he pressed the button that would grind the beans and distribute them to the brewing chamber. The soft hum of the machine seemed to slice through the quiet in the apartment. He stood back to watch the steam begin to rise as water was forced through the aromatic, powdered substance. His mind was not on the coffee, but on the look that Leonard had flashed toward him just minutes before. As much as he would deny it, it was painful to watch the man he loved search his face in hopes of seeing another. The link they shared had strengthened. What had begun with the lighter bond of a sko'tan had deepened to become as strong as the one he shared with Jim. But Leonard was mentally resisting any attempt to connect his thoughts into the community of the bond. The ability to block was one that usually had to be taught, but this one's natural resistance to having his thoughts invaded was quite remarkable. While still on Delta Station, the bond had begun to open between them and the doctor's pleasure at being reunited with the two of them was unquestioned. However, Leonard had clamped down his shields before any specific details of the events that transpired on Bakswana-7 were revealed. They understood that it would take time, and Leonard would need to put into perspective all that had happened before he would feel comfortable sharing these closely guarded images with his bondmates. But weeks had passed since they had returned to San Francisco, and he was even more closed to them than he had been after being released from the hospital. However, Spock did not need to hear Leonard's thoughts to understand the look. He had looked up in sheer panic from an unknown attacker, preying on him in the terror of the dream, and had wanted to see the face of Sarek. Spock was unsure of the full extent of the relationship that had been forged between Leonard and his father on the planet. He did know they had found each other. His bondmate and his father had been lovers. The coffee sounded a soft beep, bringing Spock back to the situation at hand. He poured two cups of the hot beverage. "Bones?" Jim whispered into the darkness. Another clink of ice in the glass, then a voice that was still shaky responded, "I'm okay, Jim." It sounded less than convincing. Spock came into the room carrying two mugs. He handed one to Jim and turned toward Leonard. Gently, he wrapped his fingers around the neck of the decanter. Leonard relented and released his grip. Spock handed him the cup of coffee and then took the glass from his other hand. This, McCoy was not as willing to give up. But even in the dimness of the room, the gentle, caring face before him persuaded him to surrender. "Spock," the doctor whispered softly, "I'm sorry." "There is nothing you have done that would require an apology." The vulnerability of the man was Spock's undoing. He knelt beside the chair and stroked his fingers down the back of the hand he had just freed from the glass. With the touch, the swirling chaos of emotions that were rushing through the still-too-thin body was silently conveyed, and it nearly overwhelmed him. "But ya know…you do know…don't you?" A sharp breath exposed how very close these emotions were to the surface. "Yes, I know. It is understandable." "Then would you please explain it to me. I can't keep this up without losing my mind. You tell me that our bond has gotten stronger, but since we returned to San Francisco, I can't feel you at all." "You are blocking us. You have a natural tendency to do so. I believe it is why I was unaware of how strong the link between us had become. Perhaps you are having doubts, or you do not wish for us to see what is in your thoughts. Perhaps because the bond has strengthened, you feel it as an invasion. For that, I apologize. If you wish to have the bond severed…if you wish to go to Vulcan…we can seek the help of a healer." "Is that what you want, Spock?" "I am much too prejudiced to make such a decision. I have no other desire than to continue as we are." The silken voice was soft, but there was a strain behind the words. "I will, however, comply with your wishes." McCoy took a sip of the coffee, screwed up his nose and sat the cup down. Reaching out a hand, he placed it over Spock's. The panic that had awakened him was gone, and what was left was the love he felt for the two men with him, combined with a significant dose of painful memories from those months, the memory of another making love to him, and the guilt that those specific memories created within him. "What I wish, is to get back what we had before I ever laid eyes on that dammed planet. Spock, you've gotta understand, there was so much ugliness we had to deal with. He was the only bright spot...no, it was more than that...he was the only lifeline I had. But I keep telling myself that it's over. I don't know why I'm having these feelings. I know it's as hard for you as it is for me. There was so much… some beautiful… most horrible, that we experienced. Things I want to tell you, but I don't want to hurt you anymore than I already have." Spock dropped his head and watched the hand that now encased his own. "It would be more painful to lose you." Leonard watched the man kneeling beside him. He realized that whatever it took, he wanted to keep these men in his life. "Lose me? Not a chance. I couldn't stand not having you in my life, either of you. You're both a part of me." Bones looked at Jim. Jim had been watching the interaction between them. Now he began to understand just what had happened between them. Sarek. Bones still had feelings for him. No wonder Bones was shielding this from them. On so many levels, this was difficult for all of them, but he knew how much this had to be hurting Spock. He found the words he wanted to say. "Bones, good or bad, we're here for you. Don't let what has happened eat you alive. And stop trying to protect us. Personally, I'm thankful as hell that you had someone with you, someone you could feel close to, through all you had to go through there." "Don't let it eat me alive? You're one to talk. Isn't that exactly what you've been doing these last weeks? Jim, you couldn't have stopped what happened out there. Not you, hell, not the whole dammed 'Fleet!" Bones turned his face quickly toward the window, but not before the reflections of the lights coming from the bay illuminated the eyes as they clouded. Leonard looked up toward the ceiling and took a deep breath then turned his face back to the man who had been his commanding officer for so many years. "Don't you understand? This time, *I* was the one in charge. *I* was the only one who could've stopped the bloodbath. *I* was the one that sent the away team into the most dangerous spot on the planet and got them killed. And, I have to wonder, did I let my feelings for Sarek cloud my judgment?" Jim shook his head, and said, softly, "I can't answer that. Whether, or how much, you were influenced by your...feelings...for Sarek, I don't know. But I've read the report and, by all accounts, you did everything you could to save not only the team but also the residents of the planet. And I saw nothing that could have been anticipated, nothing that could have changed the outcome. Whatever else was happening between you and Sarek, I have no reason to believe you let that relationship affect your judgment." Leonard watched the man that had been his commander, his friend, and his lover. He knew that Jim Kirk was one man who would never blow smoke up his ass. But the doubts, the image of the team lying dead, haunted him still. And he knew that until he could resolve this within himself, it would never be over. "How will I ever be sure?" "Unfortunately, there's very little certainty when it comes to being in charge. I can tell you that I've second-guessed my decisions more times than I care to remember. But Bones, being in command means that sometimes we just have to accept what's happened and move on. And sometimes that means accepting the unacceptable." Along with the guilt he felt over the deaths on the mission, the feelings he still had for Sarek were equally disturbing. That, McCoy decided, he had to put an end to right here. "Perhaps you're right," he finally admitted. "And as far as Sarek is concerned…" Jim watched as Bones brought a hand to the side of Spock's face and caressed the shape of the pointed ear and down to the neck. Putting his fingers underneath the strong chin, he gently tilted the face up to look at him. "I know he saved my sanity, and probably my life, but I could never want this, what we have, with anyone else." "I am most grateful to my father for that. Leonard, you do not need to block your memories of that time. Jim and I are aware that the time you spent on Bakswana-7 was quite difficult. The rest, we became conscious of through the bond. If Jim is correct, and you are trying to protect us, there is no need." "Then show me. Show me how to find you again. I've lost my way and I don't know how to get back to the two of you." Chapter 3 Spock raised his hand and caressed the hair away from the tensed forehead. Hair, he realized, that seven months before had still been very dark. But since the rescue, he had noticed there were indications of silver running through the dark strands. He moved his hand to the back of Leonard's neck and gently pulled him close, their lips touching very lightly. He released the neck, moved over to Leonard's right and tenderly slid his hand to the meld points. With the intimacy of only those long-bonded, he knew exactly where to lay the tips of his fingers. Spock turned slightly so his lips were very close to McCoy's ear. Whispering softly, he encouraged Leonard to open his thoughts. As Spock's mind began to caress against his, Leonard closed his eyes and whispered, "Yes…yes…I feel you with me…come to me Spock…bring Jim to me…" Spock mentally reached for Jim through the bond and together they began to slip into Leonard's thoughts. Where there had been three, now there was only one. Spock knew to move slowly through Leonard's memories. To rush in would be too much for any of them because of the intensity of emotions that were associated with the recollection of these events. Within their most volatile bondmate, emotions were always a rich swirling mass of inconsistencies. It had been so since the beginning. But this time, even with slow caution, they were fighting to not be swept away in the rush of currents in this highly effusive being. Spock expertly navigated the chaos as they slipped into the reminiscences of the day Leonard had boarded the transport. With this, a path that spanned the next months seemed to open up to them. They saw with absolute clarity, an argument followed by their making love in this apartment before he had to leave, the time spent with Sarek on the way to the planet, the setting up of a serviceable medical facility and living compound, the shock of finding so many that were injured and sick, the frustration associated with the unknown illness, the relief when Sarek had joined him in the lab and the attraction that began as he watched the man work tirelessly toward a solution. Leonard could not recognize his own relentless efforts, but the two men who were experiencing these memories for the first time, certainly did. They saw the constant internal battle that arose from frustration with the planet officials, diseases, incessant rains, longing for his lovers, and the seemingly endless days and nights. It was only the beautiful, kind, caring, humorous individual with whom he shared this experience that had made these infinite problems bearable. They all felt Spock's astonishment through the meld. These were characteristics that he had never observed in his father. It was as if the man they were seeing through McCoy's eyes was a stranger to Spock. Then they experienced the evening that he and Sarek had found each other. They felt Leonard pull back from these memories, then open up to let them see. Now was the time to expose all that had happened. They felt how he had fought against these feelings for Sarek, trying to convince himself it was not real, not wanting to betray the two men to which he was committed. But the emotions he had felt toward Sarek were genuine, and he needed this--they both did. And, without looking back, they found that which they had each admired and desired in each other. Lips pressed against warm flesh and bodies sought fulfillment. Pleasure…wonderful pleasure, found in this dismal abyss that had surrounded them since their arrival. For this moment, all of that was forgotten. Holding, tasting, touching, feeling, needing, longing, seeking blessed release. Rest…finally, rest that was not tortured dreams. Waking to find warm arms around him. Again. A flurry of activity beginning with the comm unit, an earthquake, injured team members, medical equipment and a shuttle. There was the realization that this devastation was not caused by any natural disaster. This destruction was entirely man-made. They experienced the rumblings and then blackness… cold…pain…disorientation. Trying to regain consciousness and seeing the face of Sarek. Death. It was going to claim them both. Death would stop the pain, but not yet...fight the terrible demon. Warm arms wrapped around him, keeping the monster away and there was pleasure with a flood of heat deep within him. Then, as the endless hours passed, the demon's darkness descended upon them both. His memories stopped and Spock gently disentangled their thoughts from the flow of images but left the thread of their bond intact. As he was pulling away, separating them, he sought out the feelings of guilt and tenderly soothed them. This would not take away the memory of those events, nor even the regret associated with them. But it would swathe them enough that McCoy could begin to cope with these overwhelming feelings, and begin to mend. As much as he wished to, he had learned many years before that to take away all of one's pain could be even more harmful than leaving it whole. Once he had taken it upon himself to allow Jim to forget a particular painful situation, and when Jim realized what Spock had done, he felt like a part of him had been stolen. It had been a most valuable lesson in the delicate, human psyche. Having fully freed them from the abysmal thoughts, he felt a tremble as he wrapped his arms around Leonard and pulled him from the chair. It was unknown who was trembling, probably all three of them. Spock and Jim had been mistaken in their beliefs that they were prepared for these images. On his knees, on the floor, holding Leonard protectively against him, Spock's lips caressed the meld points and moved to find the soft, searching mouth. The response against him was demanding and the link between them burned strong. He could taste the strong woody taste of the bourbon mixed with the spicy flavor that was this man, and feel the hands as they pulled and roamed over his body. //Make love to me...Touch me, Spock, like you used to...// The mouth responded to his with an urgency that he had not felt since they were reunited. Spock felt the warm tongue as it gently pried his lips apart and plunged into his mouth. Loosening the clasp that held the robe together, Spock eased his hands inside. He brushed his thumbs across the lightly furred chest and felt the nipples respond as he caressed the hardening nubs. He gently rolled each between his thumb and forefinger until they were hard pebbles and the breaths against him were becoming deep but quick. His hands caressed further down and found the erect organ. Cupping the scrotum, he felt the reaction as McCoy's member began to press against his forearm. Running his fingers along the shaft and up to the cap, he felt the first drops of pre-ejaculate as it formed at the tip, and he spread the moisture around the smooth head and down the fully erect shaft. With the robe now lying fully open, Spock slipped his arms inside and wrapped them around Leonard. He felt how thin he had become. It was just another reminder of what this man had gone through. Spock pulled him close and ran his hands down the smooth back to the rounded mounds. Kneading and separating them, he ran his fingers the length of the crevice, pausing only a moment to trace and explore the puckered opening. Leonard pulled away from the warm mouth and gasped needed air into his lungs. The fingers pressing against his opening incinerated him. He wanted to push back against those long, delicate fingers and feel them open him up. He felt Spock's steely erection as it pressed against his abdomen and he thrust his own cock into the silk-covered scrotum. He knew he was soaking the front of Spock's pajamas with his leaking fluid. //Spock…take those off. I want to feel you against me.// Spock released Leonard and pushed his pajama bottoms down as far as was allowed in his kneeling position. He then wrapped his arms around Leonard once more and eased him back onto the rug. He slipped his obstructive clothing the rest of the way off and covered Leonard's body with his own, supporting most of his weight on his arms, not wanting to hurt the slender man beneath him. Leonard wiggled his arms out of the robe lying beneath him, and reached for the man above him. //You won't hurt me. I'm not as fragile as I look,// he conveyed through the bond. Spock laid down on him, gathered him into his arms and captured his lover's mouth. Jim slid out of his shorts and sat back on his heels and watched them as they made love. He felt them through the bond and knew they needed this time to recommit themselves to each other, burning out not only the memories of the planet, but also the memory of the lover, the father, who had become so important to Bones. With the erotic display if front of him, he spread his knees and began to lightly stroke his cock. They thrust against each other. The friction from heat and hardness produced soft moans from deep within their throats. With one hand cradling Leonard's neck, Spock had them pulled tight together. With the other, Spock caressed down the side and hip of his lover and when he reached the thighs, he turned so he could separate them and moved his hand to the area behind the scrotal sack. Finding the puckered entrance, he pressed the tip of one finger inside. With that, Leonard flung his head back and emitted a most delicious sound. "Yesss...!" Bones panted. From somewhere, Jim was kneeling beside them and held out a small bottle of the oil they used for lubrication. Spock took the oil and looked up into the eyes of his fair lover. Jim just nodded, and conveyed that he understood that this was a time for Spock and Bones to reconnect. Spock came to a kneeling position between Leonard's spread thighs. The thick penis was hard and glistening from the fluid leaking from the slit. He ran his hands down the body of the man spread open beneath him. Spock leaned over and captured the engorged glans with his lips, tasting the salty, succulent fluid that was swelled at the tip. Caressing down the finely furred thighs, his hands reached underneath Leonard's knees and brought the legs up so they were bent, giving him full access to that which he sought. He released the organ and, with his thumb, slipped the stopper from the bottle of oil. He poured the light, almond-scented oil on his fingers and reached beneath Leonard. Spock brushed over the thick sack, feeling its weight against the back of his hand as he slid underneath it. His fingers found the tight opening and he traced the small creases, coating them with the slick substance as he watched the eyes close and lips part as a small gasp was sucked between them. Pressing gently, Spock breached the constricted entrance. He slid a finger into the moist chamber and felt the ring of muscle tense against the invasion. Further, he slipped in. The channel began to relax and the engorged organ twitched sharply when he located the small, sensitive nodule deep within his lover. The ring of muscle began to ease even more with the stimulation of the organ and he slipped another finger in to join the first. With two fingers, he began to stretch the cavity in preparation for his entry. He massaged the prostate with his fingertips and felt Leonard begin to writhe against him. When the third finger slid in with little effort, Spock knew his lover was ready. Grasping the knees, he tilted Leonard up and centered his cockhead to the opening, pressing with just enough effort to slip his ridges inside. With the bond fully open, they felt the compounded sensations from both bodies. Sliding in slowly, he could feel when the muscles needed time to adjust, but the need was racing toward crescendo and it took only moments before he was fully engulfed within the tight chamber. He released Leonard's legs and felt them wrap around him. He withdrew slowly and plunged back in, adjusting his hips slightly to give the maximum pressure against the sensitive prostate. Spock lay down on Leonard and wrapped his arms around his neck, recapturing the mouth. Withdrawing and plunging inside his lover, Spock paced his lunges to bring them to the highest level of pleasure, needing to pause several times to quell his own threatening orgasm. He moved his lips to the round ear and traced the lobe with his tongue. He suckled the area just beneath the ear on the damp neck and felt, through their bond, Leonard's impending release. With his own body aching for orgasm, he could hold back no longer. He ground his organ deep inside as the channel began to contract around his penis, massaging him to an intense orgasm, and filled his lover with his hot, sticky fluid. Leonard's penis was trapped between them and, with each thrust he felt inside of him, his cock scraped against Spock's abdomen. The friction against the soft, tantalizing line of hair, which was now very wet from his pre-ejaculate, elevated each to increased levels of passion. When he felt the hot, double-ridged organ thrust deep into him and begin to throb, he held tight to Spock and drove his cock powerfully against the Vulcan. Leonard felt his warm cum as it began to splash between them, bathing both his and Spock's abdomens as the quick thrusts from within massaged him to completion. Guttural moans filled the room as they rode the waves, feeling each other's orgasm, pleasure folded into pleasure time and time again as their cocks jerked with orgasmic release. Watching the muscular hips as they rose and descended, hearing the moans of pleasure emitted from each, Jim stroked his hand up and down his cock. His own breath quickened as he felt the pleasure from each. He felt the rush of the orgasms and fought against his own. Not now, it was too soon. He released his cock and gripped his thighs as he road the waves with them, knowing that the slightest touch on his organ would push him over the edge too. Slowly, the immediate demand from his body diminished. Breathing heavily, Spock lay on McCoy, still cradling his lover. When his erection abated slightly, he pulled out of the tight chamber and rose to a kneeling position between the thighs. Leonard sat up and moved so the back of his head was propped against the cushion of the chair. He spread his bent knees and watched as Spock reached for Jim and captured the eager mouth with his own. Spock's hand caressed down Jim's chest and side and trailed down his arm until it reached his fingers. Entwining his fingers in Jim's, Spock maneuvered them until they were beside Leonard. Moving Jim between Leonard's spread thighs, he reached down with the entwined hands and wrapped them around Bones' spent erection stroking it back to hardness using the slick ejaculate that was coating his cock and belly. Pulling his fingers away, and leaving Jim to bring McCoy to full arousal, Spock collected some of the sticky fluid on his fingers and moved behind Jim, spread the hard mounds and pressed a slick finger inside of him. For the first time since their return to Earth, their shields were completely down. They were mentally open and reading each other's needs. Jim leaned over, supporting himself on his knees and elbows, giving Spock full access, and took Bones' cock in his mouth, sucking deeply and savoring the salty ejaculate which was coating it. Jim felt increased fullness as Spock pressed those delicate, hot fingers deeper inside of him, and when he felt a fingertip brush against his prostate, his body threatened to spill over. Spock felt this and soothed Jim away from orgasm through the bond. Bones combed through the dark gold hair, fingering the small areas where he knew the nerve endings lay just below the surface, grazing the erogenous areas at the back of each ear, sending shivers of desire racing through Jim's body; shivers that were felt by them all. Leonard began to thrust his hips to meet each stroke of Jim's mouth. Quicker the pace became as he felt himself grow closer and closer to another orgasm. Hands pressed Jim's head down as Leonard's convulsions began. With a guttural moan, the doctor sent streams of the salty-sweet ejaculate spraying down his lover's throat. Jim drank deeply, not wanting to spill any of the delicious fluid, his own body craving release. When the last of the ejaculate was expelled, Jim pulled his mouth off of the spent organ and tongued the slit to collect the last drop of cum seeping from it. Rising to his knees and gripping Bones' shoulders, he pushed his cock deep into the willing mouth. The physician's hands came around him and grasp the round mounds of his ass, separating them, opening him for Spock's entry. Spock wrapped his arms around Jim's waist and plunged his penis deep inside of his fair lover. In unison, they fucked and sucked Jim until they felt the eruption begin deep within his abdomen. With panting gasps, he moaned his orgasm, his seed spraying down the throat of one lover, his other lover filling him with semen in hard, pulsating waves. Knees weak and breathing ragged, Jim gently pulled out of Bones' mouth as the double-ridged cock slipped from him. They collapsed onto the floor, the three of them still clinging to each other. For the first time in months, it felt as if they were once again whole. They belonged with, and to, each other. There were no thoughts of the past or the future. For this moment, they were simply three who loved and were loved. |