Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 10/73

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.

Rating: NC-17

Appendices: http://members.tripod.com/karmen_ghia/atrappendices.html

See part one for disclaimers, etc.

Dr. McCoy was surprised to see Mr. Spock walk into his quarters the evening of their return from Omega 11.

He'd called 'come' at the door signal assuming it was Jim wanting to chat. He was pleased and curious to see Spock. The Vulcan definitely had something on his mind and got right down to it: "It was my understanding that you had no previous sexual experience with men, Doctor."

McCoy frowned. 'Is Spock jealous? What a frightening thought. Nonsense, impossible.' He pulled himself together and smiled at the memory of Ling so long ago.

"Oh, Ling. I never considered that a sexual experience. It was more of a religious experience."

Spock sat down next to him: "Explain."

McCoy sighed, he disliked talking about this part of his life:

"My father had recently died and I was very depressed. I was drinking non stop and fucking everything female that moved."

Spock steepled his fingers over his chest. McCoy continued:

"One afternoon a young man came up to me and told me I had lovely blue eyes, what a shame they were so bloodshot."

Spock had had the same thought once or twice himself but did not mention it. McCoy continued:

"I was pretty smashed and ready for a fight. I turned to hit him but when I looked into those eyes... I can't really explain it. I felt more peace of mind than I'd felt in weeks. I felt like I could look into those eyes forever."

Spock had had the same experience with Maja. He and Ling were not beauties but such beauty shone from within them they captivated all they chose to bestow it upon. Spock was wondering why Ling had chosen McCoy. Had McCoy's suffering been so great Ling's compassionate nature could not ignore it? Or had Ling seen at a glance what Spock had almost died before seeing? McCoy's loving, accepting nature and wonder at the galaxy around him. He therefore listened with great attention as McCoy continued:

"He paid my tab and took me to his room. A very simple room, I remember, temporary. We sat at his table, like we are, and he made me tea. He asked me what made me so sad and I told him. I told him my whole life, things I never told anyone, things I didn't even know myself until I started telling him. And he just listened. I felt like for the first time in my life someone knew everything, understood everything and loved me for it, not in spite of it.

"When I was done telling my story, I cried. I don't know if it was from joy or sadness or just from being empty for the first time in my life, nothing held in. He held me, rocked me. I hadn't felt so safe since I was a child and never since then, not like that.

"I think we had sex. I remember feeling sexual release but I don't remember the act itself. Whatever it was, it was not what you and I do."

Spock was divided. On one side he was strangely relieved to know Leonard had not had sex, as they knew it, with Ling, on the other, he was disturbed that Ling and probably his brothers had such thorough and intimate knowledge of his Leonard in their communal memory.

"When did this occur?" he asked flatly.

"Eight or so years ago." McCoy smiled at his lover.

"Where?"

"Kirlentis 6."

Spock's eyes widened. Kirlentis 6, eight or so years ago, had been a remote, teeming, violent, disease-ridden den of iniquity. What was McCoy doing there?

McCoy sensed the question.

"I went to a remote nursing station on Kirlentis 6 to take my mind off certain unpleasant events that had recently occurred on Terra." (His divorce, his father's death, his sisters' panic over it and the continual, now exacerbated by his father's death, shortage of money. Kirlentis 6 had been a relief.) "They needed an MD, I needed to get off Terra, it was perfect. I was only there for three months, Spock," he added, seeing Spock's concern.

Spock nodded, wondering what else he didn't know about McCoy. He decided to think about that tomorrow.

His curiosity sated, Spock picked up McCoy's hand from where it lay on the table between them and pressed his lips to the palm. His touch communicated all the pleasure he had in simply being here with McCoy.

McCoy understood. He gazed back at him with love, trust, admiration, contentment; all the things the lovers had grown between themselves over the months since the relationship began.

"I can turn up the heat if you're stayin', Spock," McCoy smiled.

"Yes, please." Spock reluctantly released his hand but he was pleased that McCoy wanted him to stay and that the heat was to increase; he was chilly.

But not for long. McCoy came back from the thermostat and stood before him. Spock reached for him and laid his head on the doctor's belly, wrapping his arms around his waist, pulled him close.

McCoy ran his fingers through the jet silk hair and caressed the broad shoulders.

'How tender this Vulcan can be,' he thought. 'm I the only one who sees it?'

Spock shook himself and stood. He looked into the gentle blue eyes and saw desire there, desire only for him. It was a gift beyond price. He softly stroked McCoy's cheek.

"Come to bed," Spock murmured.

"Yes. Yes."

McCoy leaned against Spock and let himself be guided to the bed. He pulled off his clothes and tossed them in a heap. He slipped into bed to watch Spock methodically undress and neatly fold his clothes. It was part of their ritual, it set the peaceful tempo of lovemaking they enjoyed. Otherwise McCoy would rip off their clothes and fling himself on Spock and it would all be over in ten minutes. This way, Spock's way, was eminently satisfying once McCoy had surrendered to the fact that this was the only way it was going to be. He didn't mind at all. Especially since Spock did, just for contrast, occasionally indulge him and allow him to rip off their clothes, fling himself on him and it was over in ten minutes.

This evening, however, would be longer than ten minutes. McCoy shivered with anticipation of pleasure.

"Are you cold, Leonard?" Spock, slipping into bed, pulled him against his warm, furry chest and ran his warm hands over his back and buttocks.

"More turned on than cold, Spock."

"Indeed." Spock cupped McCoy's ass in his hands and pulled him closer, pressing their erections together. He made no further comment.

McCoy kissed him. Sweetly, deeply, slowly, coaxing Spock's tongue to come play on his lips and in his mouth.

Spock obliged him and then some. He held McCoy even closer, deepening the kiss, savoring it, surrendering to it.

McCoy broke the kiss, panting with lust and lack of oxygen. Spock leaned in to nuzzle his neck and ears, rolling onto his back and pulling the doctor astride him.

McCoy leaned down to rub noses; something that always pleased and puzzled Spock. It was an intimate gesture but not passionate. McCoy began to move down Spock's body, lightly kissing and biting his way down to his lover's hard cock.

Upon reaching his goal, McCoy ran his tongue lightly around the head. Spock spread his legs to give him better access to his erection. McCoy played his lips around the head, bobbing up and down as far as he could, running his tongue over the sensitive underside.

Spock was enjoying this, he was practically purring, running his fingers through McCoy's thick brown hair. McCoy moved to bathe the shaft with his tongue and fondle the Vulcan's testicles. So lost in the sensation of giving and receiving pleasure, they could have gone on like this all night. However, Spock's active nature asserted itself and he pulled the doctor up into his arms, lightly playing kisses over his lips and cheeks.

"I want to be inside you," he murmured between pecks.

"I want you to be inside me," McCoy was breathless, wanting union.

Spock smiled mentally and rolled on top of McCoy, spreading his legs with his knees. He reached for the lubricant they kept in the bedside table and laid it on the bed beside McCoy.

This always pleased McCoy: it meant that Spock was not in a hurry.

Obviously not. Spock ran his hard pointed tongue down the doctor's chest, bathing each nipple in turn, lightly biting and sucking them. This made McCoy arch against him, rubbing his cock against the furry belly that rubbed him back.

Spock moved lower, bouncing his tongue over the doctor's ribs and belly to his hips. He rubbed his smooth cheeks over the hard rosy cock before sliding his lips up and down the shaft in a maddening but delightful manner.

McCoy gasped when Spock swallowed his cock to the root. Much as he enjoyed it, the sensation was always somewhat shocking to the doctor.

Spock moved up the shaft to slide his tongue sinuously around the velvety head and reached for the tube of lubricant. He squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, swallowed McCoy's cock again thus causing the doctor to arch, slipped his well oiled digits between the round cheeks and waited for the descent.

McCoy was all sensation by this time and feeling Spock's fingers on his anus was almost enough to make him come. Spock, sensing this, was very still, waiting for the doctor to return from the edge.

McCoy, with great effort, pulled himself off the brink and lowered his hips very slowly onto Spock's hot finger. It was so sexy to feel even this much of Spock inside him.

Spock slipped in another finger, readying him, and moved lower to make love to McCoy's scrotum. He very thoroughly bathed the sack, sucking on each testicle in turn and then both. He pumped and stretched McCoy with three fingers while doing so.

This was driving the doctor wild: "Spock, I don't think I can last much longer," he panted.

Spock let the taut sack slip from his mouth and withdrew his fingers. He, too, was ready.

He pulled a pillow under the doctor's hips, spreading his legs a little wider and then put lubricant on his own cock. Noticing he had McCoy's full attention, he did this slowly, winding it out, teasing his lover, stroking himself a little higher, driving the doctor wild.

McCoy was beyond ready and let Spock know by tilting his hips up bumping his knees against the Vulcan's flank impatiently.

Spock caught hold of those impatient knees and rolled McCoy forward. He centered his slippery cockhead and pressed in gently.

McCoy groaned with pleasure and surrender, arching to meet Spock's intimate, welcome invasion.

Spock groaned mentally with pleasure, slid slowly all the way in and paused, propped on his strong arms, to catch his breath.

McCoy ran his hands up the strong Vulcan arms, marveling at the smooth skin over powerful muscle. It made him shiver to feel such strength being so tender toward him.

"Cold, Leonard?" Spock lowered himself and pressed his warm body against the doctor, his arms around his back, holding him tight.

"No," he whispered, stroking Spock's back and shoulders. "I'm ... just havin' a good time."

"Indeed?" Spock almost smiled and began to fuck his lover in his usual precise and rhythmic fashion.

McCoy was content to lie back and be fucked but eventually he began to thrust up to meet Spock's long strokes. He rubbed his cock against the Vulcan belly and thrashed each time Spock's cock caressed his prostate.

They were swept up in pleasure and moving as one. So intent on climax, of one mind, that when it came they both lay shuddering with release and rapture.

Spock roused himself off the doctor and lay on his back. After a moment, McCoy rolled onto his side and looked at his flushed, lightly panting lover. He his ran hand over one powerful pectoral, a hard nipple and onto the furry belly. He'd intended to go lower but Spock caught his hand and drew it across his chest, pulling McCoy into his arms and settling his head on his shoulder.

"Had enough?" McCoy queried.

"For now," Spock brushed some brown hair out of the way and kissed his forehead. "Have you dined?"

"On food?" McCoy couldn't resist. Spock did not honor it with a reply. McCoy snuggled a little closer, enjoying the warm body while he could. "Actually, no, I haven't dined. I was just thinking about it when you showed up and one thing led to another." He looked at the Vulcan, "Have you dined, Spock?"

"No, but I would like to very soon."

"Well, then let's shower and go eat. I'm hungry."

"Yes."

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end of part 10

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