Title: After the Rescue

Part: NEW 2/73

Author: Karmen Ghia, karmen_ghia@yahoo.com

Series: TOS

Romance Code: S/Mc and then some.

Rating: NC-17

See part one for disclaimers, etc.

Because hope springs eternal, McCoy had showered carefully and gotten dressed again. He'd waited for what seemed like forever, until he'd decided Spock must be in his quarters and reached for the comm line, which obligingly beeped under his hand.

"McCoy here."

"Doctor, I have just returned to my quarters..."

"I'll be right there." 'Discreet enough for you, my wild Vulcan romance?'

'Nice to be on the same wavelength with him,' McCoy thought as he strode off. McCoy paused, hopefully they were on the same wavelength, if not, he'd find out right quick.

Which he did, upon entering Spock's impressively warm quarters he was pulled into an even warmer embrace.

"Door lock" Spock mumbled and tilted McCoy's chin into a better angle for kissing. All of McCoy's trepidation vanished and he relaxed against Spock in pure bliss.

Spock broke the kiss, "Come," pulling McCoy along to his bed.

'Moves right along, don't he?' thought McCoy, grateful for the fact.

Spock removed McCoy's tunic and started to fold it, McCoy took it and dropped it on the floor - this was re-enacted with every piece of clothing until they were both naked and sliding into Spock's bed.

Spock was so gentle, like silk, he ran his warm hands over McCoy's back and clasped the mounds of this buttocks.

"You're so soft and cool, Leonard, like nothing in my previous experience," Spock murmured into his round little ear.

"You're a first for me, too, Spock."

McCoy kissed a trail down to Spock's right nipple and closed his lips over it, hard. Spock relaxed and stroked his hair. McCoy moved to the left nipple and nuzzled it as well, striving, as always, for thoroughness and moved lower. He combed his fingers through the fur on Spock's belly, admiring its silkiness. McCoy stroked into Spock's pubic hair, swirling about his erect pale green cock (fascinatin', he thought) and under his scrotum. McCoy sighed with desire as he smoothed his lips over the velvety head, slipping his tongue along the planes and ridges. It was big, he wondered how it had fit inside him last night. But it had and would, presumably, fit again.

He glanced at Spock, languidly watching him through half closed eyes and bent to his pleasant task again.

McCoy wrapped his lips around the head and dragged his tongue along the underside. He relaxed his jaw and moved as far down as he comfortably could. He let his lips and tongue explore a bit before moving back up to the head and down again and back up. He established a gentle rhythm on Spock's cock, enjoying its texture and taste, doing all the things he himself enjoyed, hoping Spock was enjoying himself, too.

Evidently. Spock groaned voluptuously and wrapped his legs around McCoy. McCoy left off sucking and nuzzled at the base of Spock's cock, bathing the areas he could not previously reach.

Spock reached down to stroke McCoy's thick hair and massage his temples, gently guiding McCoy back to the head of his cock.

"Just a little more," Spock rasped softly.

McCoy happily complied, marveling that he was so enjoying himself and he'd never even wanted to do this before. Now he never wanted to stop. And this would have been fine with Spock had he not had his own agenda.

Spock unclamped his legs and urged McCoy up to his chest. He bent down to lick his own taste off McCoy's lips and roll on top of him, spreading McCoy's legs on either side of his hips and urging them up.

McCoy, seeing where this lead, demurred: "Um... Spock, I'm still a little sore from last night..."

"You won't feel any pain."

"How the hell do you know that!?" His temper flared at such presumption.

Spock paused and propped himself up on his elbows, looking into McCoy's annoyed but lovely blue eyes.

"Do you want me to stop because you don't want me to penetrate you?"

"How romantic you are in bed," a snarl.

Spock waited. McCoy sighed.

"It is my medical opinion that if you, as you say, penetrate me now it will be painful due to the penetration of the previous evening. This is the sole cause of any hesitation you have encountered, here, tonight, in this bed."

Spock looked down at him, calmly, "I assure you, Doctor, I will not hurt you when I penetrate you."

"Spock, how can you..."

"I can. Trust me; why are you here if you do not trust me?"

McCoy found this unanswerable and relaxed a bit as Spock reached for the lubricant he'd so thoughtfully put by the bed earlier. Spock knelt between McCoy's legs, pulling his hips onto his thighs, gently stroking McCoy's cock.

"I have a question, Leonard," Spock asked, conversationally.

"Umm?"

"Why do you keep lubricant next to your bed?"

McCoy frowned: "Occasionally in aid of masturbation. Why, Spock? Are you concerned about rivals for my favors?" he drawled.

Spock gently slipped a well oiled finger into the doctor, up to the first joint. McCoy started at the contact, then shivered with pleasure. Spock grinned mentally and answered: "No, not rivals prior to last night as you were certainly a virgin."

His finger progressed slowly deeper and McCoy had to split his attention between the pleasure of Spock's touch and annoyance with Spock's conversation. He tightened around Spock's finger in anger.

"A virgin! Spock...!"

"Is what you said you were, was it not?" A second finger slipped in, McCoy's muscles were losing their fight against the intrusion and relaxing in spite of him. Relaxing for Spock.

"A virgin implies a bit more to me than your literal interpretation..."

The rest of whatever McCoy was going to say was lost in a sharp intake of breath as Spock stroked McCoy's prostate and penis in the same rhythm. Semantics were abandoned for less cerebral pleasures.

Spock leaned down and kissed him sweetly, arranging McCoy's legs over his shoulders, rolling him forward. McCoy tensed, dammit, he was nervous, he ranted to himself, this was only his second time out, hell, only yesterday he was a virgin... and then he looked into Spock's hot dark eyes and his fears melted in the desire he saw there. Desire for him, Leonard McCoy, of all people.

Spock centered his cock against McCoy's tight ring, felt him wince. He raised his right hand to McCoy's face and looked deeply into his apprehensive blue eyes.

"...what are you...?" McCoy began.

"Shhh, Leonard," Spock soothed. "I'm keeping my promise."

And McCoy felt all his attention move upward in his body to where Spock's hand rested on his face. At the same time he felt the pressure, the pleasure, the stretching and the fullness, but not the pain, of Spock's hot penis slipping slowly and completely into him.

Spock stopped and removed his hand from the doctor's face. McCoy's awareness cascaded down his body. He arched against Spock in pure pleasure at being filled by Spock.

Spock was still. McCoy wrapped his legs around Spock's hips, moving against him encouragingly, as best he could with Spock on top of him.

And Spock remained still. McCoy clasped Spock's shoulders, squirmed, undulated, groaned and finally rasped out between teeth clenched in lust: "Do you need orders from headquarters? Fuck me, Spock, right now, please!"

Spock regarded him coolly.

"Yes, Leonard, right away," and began to move very very slowly.

McCoy rolled his head in pleasure, yielding to Spock's pace, matching it. With each thrust and retreat the head of Spock's penis stroked McCoy's prostate. McCoy could feel his climax nearing and tried to forestall it by mentally reciting chemical compounds. Spock, sensing this, upped his tempo a little and bent to take McCoy's left nipple gently between his teeth. McCoy clung to him: "Spock, I'm going to cum if you don't stop."

"Ummm" harder thrusts.

McCoy had just time to cry out before his orgasm swept from his toes to the top of his head, clenching his ass around Spock. Cum splashed between them.

Spock cooled his pace, still hard, still moving inside McCoy, allowing him to recover from his sudden climax. He adjusted his angle to put even more pressure on McCoy's prostate and was gratified, when, with a shocked gasp, McCoy's cock sprang to attention. Spock slid all the way in, bent to McCoy's mouth and kissed him, hard, forcing his tongue between McCoy's teeth.

McCoy shuddered, moaned against Spock's tongue, his cock pressed between their bellies, slippery with his cum. And still Spock was fucking him with long, slow, powerful strokes. Fucking him like he owned him and this thought sent McCoy rushing to the edge of climax.

"Oh Spock, I'm going to cum again."

"It is desirable," and slammed into him until McCoy uttered a strangled cry, arched, clenched and came like a house afire.

Spock slid his still hard cock all the way in, resting on his elbows and cradling the shaking, shattered human in his arms.

"Leonard," he murmured into the round ear, "it is most enjoyable to feel you achieve climax during intercourse." He moved his lips to caress McCoy's temple.

"It's good for me, too, Spock," McCoy gasped and to his stunned disbelief could feel his cock stirring in response to Spock's lips on his temple, now his cheek, now his temple. Somehow the Vulcan was stroking him to hardness again without touching his cock.

'I will never be the same,' McCoy thought.

/Nor I/ came a whisper like a half heard melody inside his head. It brought McCoy to full aching hardness.

"Oh Spock, oh Spock, oh Spock," he intoned, just to say it.

Spock was moving, harder, faster, deeper. Head thrown back, eyes closed, intent on his own climax. McCoy could come along for the ride if he liked, Spock was beyond caring. But McCoy was right there, matching his pace, caught up in Spock's headlong rush.

Spock was moaning softly, the first incoherent sounds McCoy had ever heard from the usually so lucid First Officer. Spock let his head fall forward, eyes closed, panting. His thrusts became erratic and McCoy could only hold on for dear life, feeling his own climax at hand.

Spock opened his eyes and fixed McCoy with a look of such total lust that it pushed McCoy to orgasm. His cum splashed between them as Spock flung himself against McCoy, once, twice, threw his head back and came and came and came with a choked cry. He collapsed into McCoy's arms and was instantly asleep.

McCoy lay with Spock in his arms, exhausted but still tingling with pleasure. He stroked Spock's hair, his shoulders, pressed his lips to Spock's forehead and sincerely wished Spock's erection would soften enough to slip out. How could this Vulcan still be hard after all that? Enough was enough for one evening. But he was content to lay beneath him for a while longer.

Spock. Is. My. Lover. McCoy couldn't push the thought away, certainly not now, pleasantly impaled as he still was. Spockismylover. Fast or slow, it was still shocking to him.

McCoy could feel Spock's penis softening inside him and wondered if he (McCoy, not Spock) would be sore tomorrow (well, maybe Spock, too). He wondered at Spock's stamina and his own, he'd never cum like that in his life. And then he wondered just how Spock had made his penetration so painless. He knew as much as the next Star Fleet medico of Vulcan telepathic abilities but he'd never had such a practical demonstration.

Spock woke and pulled McCoy even closer. He rolled onto his back and settled McCoy on his chest, caressing as much of him as he could easily reach.

"Spock..."

"Yes?"

"Thank you. That was...amazing."

"Thank you, Leonard, it was most enjoyable for me as well." He kissed McCoy's forehead and stroked his hair.

"Spock, I've got to go home now, before I fall asleep here."

Spock's arm tightened around him. "I could wake you in a few hours," he suggested.

"Very kind, Spock, but I wouldn't sleep very well. I'm funny that way."

Spock loosened his arm and McCoy sat up, stretched and then snuggled back down into Spock's arms again.

"Five more minutes and I'll go."

Spock squeezed him for an answer and they lay together in peaceful silence.

Thirty or so minutes later McCoy made his way happily but carefully to his own quarters and hoped a shot of bourbon would be enough painkiller until morning.

* * *

Spock lay on his back feeling very relaxed, thinking about how pleasant sex was with McCoy. Even without a meld it was very pleasant. He traced the chain of events that led to this moment and concluded that an intimate relationship was not, of course, a logical outcome of the stress they'd experienced in the Galileo but it was not, however, a disagreeable outcome. In many ways it was merely one of many possible directions their relationship on the Enterprise could take, perhaps the next best step for them both. However, forty-eight hours ago the thought of sexual activity with Dr. McCoy would have disconcerted Spock. But forty-eight hours ago they had not almost died together. And since they lived, Spock reasoned, they must make the best of what was before them.

They were well matched in many other ways: both scientists, except for the occasional outburst from McCoy, they worked well together when called upon to do so, they had a healthy respect for the unknown, obviously they could put aside their differences and enjoy each other, especially sexually. They both admired Captain Kirk. Captain Kirk. The Vulcan paused, keeping his liaison secret gave Spock pause but giving it up or telling Kirk and being ordered to give it up were, at this point, not desirable options. Oh well, as McCoy was fond of saying, I'll think about that tomorrow.

Spock drowsily considered the fact that he had no urge to meld with McCoy. This was mainly because McCoy did not like it. He preferred to keep his psychic barriers intact. Truth be told, Spock preferred not to indulge in casual melding, it left him too open, too vulnerable. And it was too soon for such intensity. In some ways the doctor was as closed as Spock, only showing what parts of himself he chose to show. Spock would not intrude. He would accept whatever intimacy McCoy would give him as the precious gift it was. Besides, he wasn't missing the meld. Not yet; maybe someday but not now.

He rolled over and his last thought before he fell into contented sleep was: 'Leonard McCoy is my lover. Fascinating.'

* * *

"What would you say if I told you two members of this crew were involved in a homosexual relationship?"

McCoy regarded Kirk evenly over his glass. "Dunno. Are you likely to say that?"

It was late and they were alone in McCoy's office in sickbay, finishing up the last of Kirk's Saurian cognac.

"I'm serious about this," Kirk pulled at his glass and continued, "I don't know if I should worry or not."

McCoy shrugged mentally and decided to give up fencing. "Whom are we talking about?"

"Ensigns West and Royal."

"West? Janet West?" Interest edged out relief by a nose.

Kirk nodded.

"and Royal...?"

"Margaret Royal."

"How d'you know they're having a 'homosexual relationship'?"

"They were kissing in the botany lab."

"What were you doing in there?" Making a mental note about locking doors.

"Oh, walking the ship as is my wont and I wound up there."

"Did they see you?"

"No. So should I worry?"

"Because they didn't see you?"

"No! Because..."

"Because two lonely little girls were smooching each other behind the potted palms? No, Jim, I should say not because if you start worrying 'bout what your ensigns are doing to each other, as long as they are enjoying it, you will not have time left over to run this ship."

Kirk pouted, then did some math.

"We have 225 ensigns on board..."

"And they're likely havin' 350 love affairs between them. You can't coop up two hundred and twenty-five nineteen year olds and not strike some sparks or have you forgotten?"

"Oh no, I haven't forgotten," Kirk assured him. "But I always went for girls."

"Then you have something in common with West and Royal."

Kirk frowned. McCoy sipped patiently at his drink: "What distresses you about this, Jim?"

"Suppose they quarrel?"

"They'll have fun making up."

Kirk ignored this.

"Suppose they quarrel and it affects their morale and duty."

McCoy took a drink and poured more for both of them.

"Star Fleet spends a lot time and money instilling training and discipline into malleable young minds so that those minds never lose sight of their priority which is their duty. No one on this ship would be on this ship if they were not the best Star Fleet had to offer. So quit worryin'. I've met West, she's as level headed as everyone else 'round here." He paused. "Would this bother you as much if one of them was a man?"

"If they were in the same department, yes." Kirk smiled.

McCoy was clinically intrigued: "Does the image of lesbian sex distress or anger you on some level, Jim?"

"Well, no, it kinda excites me."

McCoy thought about his for a moment. "Well, let's leave that aside until your next psych eval. Unless we forget about it which is my recommendation."

They drank in companionable silence, Kirk parceled out the last of the bottle.

"What shall we drink to, Bones?"

"Let's drink to love, in all its infinite diversity and creativity."

"Ah, yes." Clink.

* * *

end of part 2

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