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syredronningTitle: Domino Effects (Draws V)
Series: Reboot aka ST:XI aka AOS – Draws Series
Codes: Pike/Kirk/McCoy, SpockPrime; other pairings in passing
(Part 1 here)
"Stop watching them, doc," Pike says, not for the first time. He's ignored, not for the first time either, by McCoy whose hands are tightly wrapped around the binoculars as he follows the ascent of Kirk and his instructor.
They had met with Yushi in the very early morning hours, then driven to the parking place closest to a smaller climbing area where Yushi lead some test climbs, to find Kirk's limits and have an eye on possible technical problems. Then the professional climber had offered to go one of the longer, popular routes with Jim and so they had moved to another dome. They'd carried mats and camping gear to the foot of the mountain, and then the two climbers had said their goodbyes and moved up into the wall.
"Yushi promised me that he'll take good care of him." Pike pokes the fire. It's less for the temperature and more for the atmosphere - camping without a good campfire just isn't camping for him.
He might also have a small pyromaniac streak but he wouldn't admit to that.
He moves to stand and walks to the doc, looking over his shoulder to see the tiny figures in the wall. "I booked Yushi to make sure that Jim will survive his first real wall – which he wouldn't if we were up there with him. So stop agonizing about the situation and give me that spyglass."
McCoy mutely shakes his head.
A second later, he lies on the ground, with Pike having one foot on the upper arm of the hand that still holds the binoculars. "Enough of this," Pike says firmly and takes them out of his fingers.
"You ass," McCoy snaps, pushing with his free hand against Pike's leg.
The ensuing wrestling match is amusingly brief, as McCoy is no match against someone who's been trained in various martial arts and the infamous hand-to-hand combat techniques. The doc ends on his stomach, his caught hands tightly pressed into the small of his back by Pike who sits on his hips. A minute later, the wrists are tied together with rope, leaving the man growling.
"How the hell do you live through all the ship's battles and hairy away missions, when you can't stand Jim being in danger?" Pike asks seriously because he knows the Enterprise logs and compared to the climbing trip, McCoy should die a thousand deaths during their missions.
"I'm busy, sir," McCoy snarls, "because I've got a goddamn sickbay to run."
"So that's the reason he takes you along on away missions instead of letting you stay behind – you'd agonize yourself into an early grave before he'd even beamed down."
"No. Comment." McCoy struggles against him, trying to throw him off, but it only makes Pike's erection nudge against his ass.
Pike chuckles, patting the cheeks in front of him. "Keep doing that and we are fine – ouch! No kicking!"
He quickly turns, grabbing McCoy's left leg and hooking another rope around the ankle of the walking boots, then tying it securely crossed against the other ankle. It leaves McCoy's legs bent and slightly spread.
Pike gets up and flips McCoy over and onto his back, smiling as he can see McCoy battling between frustration and arousal.
"You could've gotten it easier." He kneels down, palming McCoy's bulge that's prominently offered in this position. "Though I don't really mind having you at my mercy like this."
"You bas–"
"No more insults, doc," Pike orders and places one finger on McCoy's lips, "or I'll gag you. And I know you don't like that."
McCoy scowls but stops arguing, not the least because Pike's slipping two fingers into his mouth. After a moment of hesitation, he sucks them, relaxing slightly.
"Good," Pike says, his other hand still on McCoy's growing erection. He fingers it through the jeans, nudging against its outer lines. At last he pulls his fingers out of McCoy's mouth and uses both hands to open the belt and fly, pulling the jeans down over McCoy's hips. The hard-on juts out, and when he palms it, McCoy arches a little into his touch.
"Fuck, yes," McCoy murmurs, eyes half-closed.
"Not right now," Pike mutters. "We've got time." And that time needs to be filled with things that will keep McCoy distracted from Jim's fate. He stops fondling the inviting genitals in front of him and retrieves his bag, pulling out a little flask and some medical gloves. He puts on one glove and lubes it up, McCoy's gaze resting on him all the way, then gets down on his knees at McCoy's left side. With his other hand, he gets a hold on McCoy's leg and draws it up so that he can slip a first finger into the doc's ass.
"That's hot." McCoy's eyebrows engage in an endearing dance, undecided between a frown and curiosity. The doc gasps as Pike works another three fingers into him. "That's really warm. What is it?"
"This cream's the latest hype in the scene. Makes anal play twice the fun." Pike grins. "It works nicely – I test-ran it on myself."
"Assumed as much." McCoy gasps and presses back onto his hand. "It's as if all my nerves are on fire! Probably – not very healthy."
Pike stops moving. "You want to stop, doc?"
"Damn, no!"
"Good." Pike moves his hand, in and out, stretching his captive for the next step of his plan. Which means five anal beads on a string, and not the smallest ones on the market. McCoy's eyes widen as Pike pulls them out of the bag. "What are you up to?" the doc asks hoarsely. They would be his first - Pike has made sure with Jim that they'd never played with this particular type of toy, and he thoroughly enjoys McCoy's nerviness.
"I'm going to fill you up," Pike replies, taking the first one in hand. There's resistance at first as McCoy fights some inner battle with himself, to Pike's great entertainment. It doesn't stop Pike from pushing, though, and soon the ring of muscle yields to the first bead. Once it's half inside, it's naturally and smoothly sucked inside. McCoy draws in a sharp breath in surprise, and Pike gives him a moment to level his breathing.
"They're large," McCoy mutters.
"Yes," Pike agrees. "But not more than you can handle." He pushes in the second one, then the third, each going more smoothly. It's only after the fourth that McCoy shows some signs of distress, and Pike releases the doc's leg and sits back. He takes his time, fondling McCoy's groin, nurturing the faltered erection back to life. Once he can feel McCoy is more turned on and relaxed again, he bends him sideways once more.
"Please, Chris…" McCoy gasps. "No more."
"I'm sure you can take it," Pike states, unable to not challenge McCoy. The doc's standard setting is resistance against anything new and unknown, and he loves manipulating and pushing the man's buttons until these initial defenses are worn out and McCoy can't help giving in. It may be uncomfortable right now, but he's very sure that McCoy has enough experience with anal play to take the last bead.
Pike pulls a little at the end of the connecting string, the other hand on the proud erection. "I love having you all filled up and at my mercy, doc," he whispers roughly. "And I promise it will be worth it."
McCoy clenches his jaw, managing to mostly catch his rising whimper. That's another thing Pike loves, eliciting sounds from the man who's so direct and outspoken in everyday life but often so clammed up in bed, as if making noises during sex would be a hurtful admission.
"We'll try," Pike states. "If it doesn't work, it's okay. But you've got to try first."
"Fuck you," McCoy snarls, but rolls over some more anyway to allow for a better angle for inserting the last bead.
When Pike cautiously presses it in, there's surprisingly little resistance. The ball vanishes with a soft plop, followed by McCoy's deep groan. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," McCoy mutters, visibly fighting.
"You're doing great," Pike murmurs, stroking his erection with one hand, caressing the cheeks and hip with the other.
"Fuck you," McCoy says again between his harsh breathes. "Wait till I've got the upper hand again."
Pike laughs. "Well, I'd say if you've got enough reserves to plan your revenge already, you can't be doing too badly." He crouches forward and kisses McCoy, forcing his tongue in deep. McCoy yields to the oral intrusion like he's yielded to the beads, sighing as Pike pulls back.
"I can't believe I let you do this shit to me," McCoy grumbles.
"I can't believe I'm doing anything Jim wouldn't do."
"He's pushy but not that pushy. And most of the time, I'm on top."
"Not with me here today," Pike says softly. He removes the glove and positions one of the mats on the ground, then pulls McCoy up to his knees on it.
McCoy sways a little before finding a stable, upright position, slightly resting on his tied ankles. "How about untying me?"
"Unless your hands or feet fall off, I won't untie you," Pike states. "Do they fall asleep?" He touches the hands, and they're still warm, despite the fact that McCoy has mostly been lying on them.
"It's just uncomfortable," McCoy murmurs.
"Guess I've got to do something to take your mind off your ailments, doctor." Pike opens his own fly and brings out his erection. He starts stroking it slowly right in front of McCoy's eyes, his fingertips fondling the head and shaft. He can feel more blood streaming into it, pulsing in the veins, and some of it is surely caused by the look on McCoy's face, the way the doc unconsciously licks his lips. After a few minutes, Pike curls his fingers around the base. "Open your mouth," he orders, voice more level and controlled than he actually feels.
McCoy opens his mouth without hesitation, and Pike closes his other hand around the back of the doc's head as he pushes into the warmth. The tongue cradles his glans, the lips tighten around his shaft, and he goes in until the head hits the back of McCoy's throat, then slightly pulls back out again. His breathing gets harsher as he starts mouth-fucking the doc, guiding McCoy's head to his liking. He's close to coming but he won't have that yet, so he pauses once in a while, his glans edging along McCoy's open lips, the spit cooling in the light wind of the forest. They're both turned on like hell, but when Pike squints at the climbing route of the mountain, he can see the tiny figures still on their way up, and so he decides they've got to last a little longer.
With a sigh and rather hurting balls he pulls out, giving his erection a few last strokes before stowing it away. "Let's take a break."
"Damn, you're killing me." McCoy sinks down on his cross-tied heels and bows his head with a sigh. "Not sure I can stand the beads for much longer."
"You'll make it," Pike says, combing through McCoy's hair, tousling it a little more. Then he caresses down the side of McCoy's face. The unshaven jaw has been a little rough on his groin during the blow job, but he likes the way the stubble makes McCoy look a little rogue, fitting to his personality. It's not really cooling him down when McCoy starts mouthing his erection through the fabric, and so he steps away. "Let me see after the fire for a moment," he says and goes to rekindle the dying flames.
When he looks back at McCoy, he finds the doc lying on the ground, staring at the mountain wall.
"Told you not to watch them," Pike says and walks into McCoy's line of sight.
"Just wanted to make sure everything is alright," McCoy mutters.
"If it wasn't, we couldn't help them anyway," Pike states. Clearly, more action is asked for, and so he pulls out a blindfold, tying it around McCoy's head.
"Damn, Chris – fuck, stop it."
"Not yet," Pike says, one hand back on McCoy's groin, fondling the bare package. McCoy knows his safeword, and unless Pike hears it, he won't stop. He unties the ankles and brings the doc up to his feet. "How's your ass?"
McCoy frowns, his eyebrows crinkling just above the blindfold. "Hot and full and damn near unbearable."
Pike pulls up the jeans that pool around McCoy's upper thighs, closing them. "Good. There's that little creek not far from our position, with a nice, big fallen tree next to it. Once we're there, you'll be relieved of the beads." Pike rolls a mat and puts it under his arms.
"Walking there blindfolded?" McCoy asks roughly.
"Why, yes, lieutenant commander." Pike smirks as McCoy scowls. "Take this as a little exercise in obedience and trust. So – walk on."
Pike's smirk deepens as McCoy remains frozen on the spot. "I said walk, doctor. You got a problem with your legs?"
McCoy shakes his head but makes a first tentative step forward. "Dammit, Chris -"
"Yes, I know my name. And you will keep on walking straight ahead, until I give you new orders. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir." McCoy's jaw sets as he cautiously starts placing one foot in front of the other. When Pike orders a first sharp "left", the doc startles and promptly walks into a tree.
"Concentrate," Pike says without pity when he directs McCoy away from the wood. Left, right, raise your feet, slowly, straight ahead, left, careful, lower your head – the walk takes as much concentration from Pike as it does from McCoy, and they're bathed in sweat when they finally reach the creek, a few bruises from minor collisions on them both.
"Chris, please," McCoy whimpers.
"What do you want?" Pike asks, one hand possessively splayed over one sexy cheek.
"Can you get these damn things out of my ass?"
"Ask again."
McCoy balls his fists but buckles under anyway, finally worn out. "Please, sir, you could please remove this extremely interesting toy - sir?"
"Sure." Pike throws the mat over the large fallen tree, its trunk the perfect height for a fuck. McCoy is on his knees seconds later, bending over with a sigh when his jeans are undone and stripped down. The anal beads come out nicely, each accompanied by the doc's groan. Pike throws them aside to the ground and cleans the doc a little before reaching around, rekindling the once again faltered erection. McCoy soon bucks back against him.
"Fuck me already, damn," McCoy mutters at last. "Or do you want to kill me with blue balls?"
"Being a studied man, I assume you know that no human has ever died of blue balls," Pike replies, thinking though considering my own balls, today may be the exception.
"But I'll do you the favor." Pike brings out his dick, nudging it against the stretched hole. "Say please."
"Please fuck me already, dammit!"
Pike laughs and pushes in. They last surprisingly long, both being overexerted from the ups and downs in arousal they've gone through today. Just when Pike decides to come, taking up speed, McCoy shudders with a deep, groaned sigh. Pike stops. "Everything alright?"
"Yes," McCoy answers breathlessly. "Yes, I think so." He laughs a little. "Guess now I know what an anal orgasm might feel like. Goddamn, that's hot!"
Pike's hand feels around the still stiff and rather dry erection.
"Yeah, no ejaculation. But it's been great, like a flash in my groin and brain. Guess that cream of yours is worth the credits."
"Good for you," Pike states. He pushes once more, experimentally, but isn't surprised when an oversensitive McCoy signals that he's really done for now. Pike pulls out, leaning over McCoy and stroking his sides. "Told you one day I'd fuck you until you come," he speaks under his breath. "Next time, maybe even with ejaculation." He removes the blindfold and unties the doc's arms, pulling him upright into an embrace.
"Damn, that was hot." McCoy leans back against him. They settle in the position for a moment, too exhausted to move.
"We should probably get back to the camp," Pike says at last.
"I don't think so." McCoy unlaces and turns around, touching Pike's face with one hand. "You're not done yet. Let me take care of it – please." He draws Pike into a kiss.
"No resistance." Pike smiles. "Give me a second." His and McCoy's levels when it came to playing dirty are rather different, so he pulls out a few disinfectant cloths but doesn't come far in the process.
"Lean back and let me do the work." McCoy takes the sealed packages out of his hand and rips a first one open. Pike sinks to the ground, only now noticing his aching knees and stiff legs. Though not as stiff as his dick which first gets professionally cleaned, then less professionally teased and stroked. His balls are really aching by now, the painful tension radiating up his groin.
"Come on," Pike says roughly as McCoy's tongue barely nudges along his sensitive head, but his dominance is clearly lacking now that he's the one lying on the ground and McCoy very much in control. Consequently, McCoy behaves like a damn cocktease.
"Just paying you back a little, Admiral." McCoy smirks before he takes Pike's erection into his mouth – finally, dammit! – and starts a real workout. He's still teasing a lot more than Pike would prefer but at last gathers speed. Pike pushes his heels into the ground, searching for leverage as McCoy mercilessly sucks him towards orgasm. He comes in spurts, groaning and thrashing, riding it out in the welcoming mouth. He's still in the last throws, hazy and vulnerable, when there's suddenly a weight holding him down, flat on his back. One hand's lacing into his hair, tilting his head; another one's forcing his jaw open. He freezes in shock as something slick and lukewarm slips into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat.
Tied and cold and lights blinding his eyes, clamps hitting his teeth, the slug slipping over his tongue, slick and salty, deep into his throat, eating through his flesh, agony ---
He gasps for air, one gigantic large breath, and comes back to reality on all fours, couching and retching above the already spilled remains of his last meal. There's a hand on his back, warm and supportive.
"Here, take this." There's a handkerchief in front of his eyes, and Pike slightly rises, freeing one hand to catch it. He cleans his face, fighting the revolting taste and smell that fill his senses, vomit and the ghostly memory of the slug on his tongue.
"Don't have water right now, but here's some whisky," McCoy says and offers him a hip flask. Pike sinks back on his heels and takes it, having a mouthful of whisky and another one right after. It burns down his aching throat, hitting his stomach hard. He feels weak and disoriented, shocked about his own mind.
"I'm so sorry, Chris," McCoy mutters, placing his arm around Pike's shoulder. "Snowballed Jim a few times, and he loved it."
Maybe you should have checked with me before trying to force it on me, flashes through Pike's mind, but it's an unjust accusation, considering that he's never talked to them in detail about anything that happened onboard Nero's ship before Kirk rescued him.
"Not your fault," Pike rasps. "Nobody's but his." He struggles to his feet, closes his jeans that are hanging ridiculously around his hips, and makes a few steps away from the mess before he heavily leans against the next tree, face forward on one bent elbow.
"I should've known –" McCoy says, and Pike waves him off.
"I thought I was good, doc," he states roughly. Really, he had thought so, but maybe he's just been lucky, due to a lack of sex life until six months ago and only few bottoming scenes with McCoy so far. They know that restraining him is a no-go, but this was unforeseeable, possibly born from lying immobile on his back and being forced to swallow. "Just an unlucky combination. So stop your self-recrimination trip."
"You want to talk about it?" McCoy asks, his look sympathetic.
"Not now, thanks." Pike takes another gulp, thinking if you give me any pity shit now, I'm going to kill you.
There's a brief silence before McCoy says, "May I ask you a question?"
Pike laughs quietly. There's the professional therapist showing up, but at least no discernible pity. "Ask ahead. No promises for an answer, though."
"As I'm informed about your medical history, having been your doctor, albeit briefly - you've quite a history of injuries, some of which came from torture. What's so different this time that it seems to have such a lasting effect on you?"
"You mean, aside from the memory of spilling out the grid codes, the endless rehab and the changes in my brain chemistry?" Pike laughs again, mirthlessly. "I always had a command to go back to. But not this time. Incidentally, it was also the only ship I really fought for." He turns and leans with his back against the tree, taking another gulp, looking squarely into McCoy's eyes.
"Before Jim, I was the only man making captain in just four years. I've been on many missions, the longest five years, the shortest six months. I built a reputation over the years, for being able to make even complicated command teams work; for helping crews through disasters; for substituting for captains that lost their minds over this or that. I became the decorated stand-by man for crises, and even after twenty-five years in the captain's seat I didn't want to step down. They tried to sell me the recruitment job because I was a good figure-head, and I used that as leverage to fight for the command of the Enterprise. She should be my reward, the culmination of my career. I'd overseen most of her construction, hand-picked the fucking best crew in the fleet. I waited four years to get her, my beautiful queen, and then I'm captain for one fucking day before Nero's taking it all away." He feels like hitting something.
"I understand," McCoy says quietly, gaze intense. "Sometimes, you must hate Jim for having her."
Pike shakes his head. "No. Not hate. Sometimes it just hits me how unfair it was, and it's depressing as hell when I really think about. But I'm so damn proud of Jim - if anyone ever tried to take her away from him, I'd fight for his command. The Enterprise has become the shining lady I wanted her to be, but it's obviously been destiny that it shouldn't be me in the center seat."
McCoy nods. "So – any current goal now?"
Pike shrugs. "I don't have one right now. Nothing besides living every day in a respectable manner." He clamps the bottle hard. "Funny thing is, when you get your first command, you get a big lecture in which they drive home the fact that your time in command is limited. It's the nature of the beast. You might fuck up, get injured, become a psychological wreck, have a board on your back, get in the way of politics… for every captain there will be a last mission, and it could always be the next one. Seeing it like this, I made it longer than most. A man should be able to accept when his time is over, and mine is now."
McCoy frowns. "You brain chemistry might be a bit off the standard values, but that doesn't mean a thing unless the deviation manifests. You could still try to get a command –" McCoy stops as he sees the truth in Pike's face. "There have been side effects?"
"Yes." Pike stares down on the forest's soil. "Started about eight months ago. Phases of disorientation, nausea, migraine… doctors have no idea how to fix it." He waves his hand, dismissing the problem. "They didn't want to let me up again when I tested out fine, so no matter if I got rid of that problem again, they still wouldn't let me."
"You should've told me," McCoy says concerned. "I can have a look at the data and see what I can do about it."
"Sure – thanks." Pike suddenly feels drained and tired. The only thing he hates more than pity is self-pity, and he can't believed he's just wallowed in it like that. He needs to stop talking, or he'd really get morose. "I need a break. Give me five minutes." Without waiting for an answer, he turns away, walking into the woods. There's a fallen tree not far away, and he sits down on it with his back to the creek, burying his face in his hands, going through some of the breathing exercises he's been using for ages. This trip won't fail because of his first fucking flashback since the end of therapy.
He hears steps moving away, then returning to him. "Too much, asking for five minutes?" he snipes at the approaching man.
"It's been twenty already," McCoy states as he puts his hands on Pike's shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles.
"Don't treat me like a patient," Pike states gruffly, tempted to shake off the grip.
"If you were my patient, I'd haul you to the next medical scanner and take every damn neuroscan that's ever been invented. But this here -" McCoy digs knowing fingers into the most hurting spots - "is my special treatment for obstinate captains."
Pike's shoulders sag. "I'm sorry, doc."
"No problem." The fingers work circles over his shoulders, satiating a need of being touched Pike hasn't even know he had.
"So, how's Jim doing?" Pike asks after a while.
"Fine. They're on their way back." McCoy ends the massage with some last strokes, then pulls Pike back against his body, combing through his hair. "Love you, you obstinate ass. So don't walk around pretending all is fine when it isn't."
"For the most part, my life is fine, thank you, doctor," Pike gets back on his feet and walks right in front to McCoy. "And being here with you is a big part of fine." He draws him into a long, deep kiss, which leaves them both feeling sappier than they're comfortable with. Time to gain some solid emotional ground. He moves away, picking up the anal beads and cleaning them in the creek for a moment. "Let's get back to the fire – which probably has died by now."
"Just gives you a better excuse for playing with fire," McCoy says with a shrug and follows his lead back to their little camp. True to his assumption, Pike doesn't mind spending some time nourishing the flame again. Then Kirk is back, dusty and tired and a little sun-burned. McCoy pulls him into a bear hug, while Pike nods to Yushi. "How did he fare?" he asks.
"Considering that he's only climbed in halls so far, he's a natural," Yushi says with a broad grin, and Pike feels again that rather fatherly pride when it comes to Kirk and his achievements. "I also made sure that he was properly secured, as ordered, but I have little doubt he's a free soloing candidate."
"Which means -?" McCoy asks.
"Going without security measures," Yushi replies. "Something for adrenaline junkies."
"Not as long as we can help it." McCoy glares.
"Come on, Bones, it's just no real challenge to climb with ropes and hooks," Kirk states with a glitter in his eyes. Before McCoy can get worked up over the obvious provocation, Pike says, "I totally agree with the doc – as long as you're with us, you won't pull that shit."
"Damn. You see, Yushi, just as I said – I'm all under their thumbs," Kirk states with a look of long suffering.
"I totally believe that." The climber grins. "So, another climbing session while you're here?"
Kirk looks at McCoy.
"Your decision, Jim," McCoy says.
"Let's talk about it later," Kirk says determined. "Thanks for the great offer, Yushi. I loved climbing with you." He moves forward to hug his instructor. "I'll give you a call tomorrow, okay?"
"Fine by me," Yushi replies, patting his shoulder. "So if we don't meet again, have a great vacation. And don't hesitate to call me again when you're back on Earth next time. Gentlemen." He tilts his head and waves good-bye, then walks away towards the parking lot.
"Didn't you like the climb?" McCoy asks.
Kirk smiles broadly. "Oh I did. It was marvelous. A great route. Fabulous view. It was tough too - I was really exhausted in the end, which was cool. Would've hated a too easy route. And Yushi's absolutely great, a wonderful teacher. But see -" he slings his free arm around Pike -"we've got so little time, I don't want to spend it solely with others when I've been waiting for so long to spend it with the two of you."
"Alright." McCoy clears his throat. "As far as I see, we've got two options now – either stay here a little longer or go back to the cabin. Considering that Jim will run out of adrenaline in maybe an hour, I'm all for the cabin."
Kirk nods. "I agree, the cabin and a shower and some after-mission-sex would be fine."
"After-mission-sex?" Pike asks amused.
"Jim lies back and lets others do the work," McCoy replies grumpily, but can't hide a grin.
Kirk draws them both a little closer. "Good to know some people who'll love to take care of me like that." Then he withdraws from the embrace. "Come on, let's put out the fire."
So they soon end in the cabin, clean and the smell of shower gel in the air, with Pike sandwiched between his two lovers, facing and fucking Kirk with McCoy deeply buried inside of him from behind, thinking this is possibly the best climbing trip without climbing ever.
*
When Pike wakes up next in what must be the very early morning hours, he's all entangled between them, arms and legs closely hooked together. It's a wonderful feeling, but he's forced out of bed by his bladder, so he slowly rearranges the limbs that get in the way of leaving before he slips out of bed. The floor is cool under his feet as he pads through the living room to the bathroom. When he's on his way back, he stops at the window of the living room, looking outside into the just awakening forest. There are birds in the air, incredibly loud now that the first rays of the rising sun tint the sky a light grey, and something moves in the still dark woods, hiding behind the trees as if having seen the watcher behind the glass.
He feels incredibly relaxed and satiated, happy in a way that had escaped him for months, maybe years. The recordings had been a wonderful way of connecting, but there's always been some nagging thought in his mind, whether it would feel like a real relationship once they were together again – and the last day and night had left no doubt about it. His world feels round with them, complete.
He turns his head to a sound behind him, and Kirk passes through the room with a nod, hitting the bathroom too. He turns his head back to the window, and isn't surprised when Kirk soon shows up in the distorted mirror, his face an eclectic mix with the trees behind.
"Overthinking again, Admiral?" Kirk says half-jokingly, embracing him from behind, one hot, lean body.
"Not at all," Pike replies softly, covering the hands on his chest with his own. "Just thinking how good life currently is."
"Glad to hear that," Kirk says, the inquiring gaze in the window changing into a smiling one. It briefly makes Pike wonder if and what McCoy may have told Kirk about the flashback, but the thought becomes unimportant as they remain in the embrace, watching the wildlife in silence while their bodies slowly awaken. He can feel Kirk's dick nudging against his ass, growing harder as he moves a little. He's never gotten fucked by Kirk before, never had felt the need to let him and hasn't been asked for it either. But right now, he wants it with every fiber of his body.
A feeling that's obviously shared by Kirk. "Put your hands on the window frame," he whispers in Pike's ears, and Pike doesn't think twice before his fingers clamp around the wood, left and right on the level of his head. He automatically bends forward, moving his legs further apart. He might have thought he was all wrung dry after their hot night, but feeling Kirk's fingers and dick on his ass makes his own erection jut out. His breathing going harsher, he leans into the exploring touch, the first fingers that dig into him. He's fine and so ready, and he presses back against Kirk in an inviting movement.
The fingers are withdrawn, substituted by the real thing. Kirk slowly nudges inside, inch by inch, until he's buried to the hilt. Then he stops and reaches around, fondling Pike's genitals.
"Look at the window," Kirk whispers. "Look at you."
Pike looks up from where his unfocused gaze had dropped to the wall below it, and takes in the display. Himself, all spread and needy and offering, his dick in Kirk's fist. Above his head, a part of Kirk's face mirroring, eyes fierce and brilliant, life forms of their own.
"You're so hot," Kirk rasps, gliding his hand upwards from the dick, stroking through the line of fur. "A great body. A great mind. Sometimes I don't know if I'd rather talk to you or have sex with you, because both things turn me on to no end." Pike swallows hard, his eyes still on the window. Kirk moves a little, pushing from behind. "I love seeing you all turned on, turned on so hard that you stop thinking and analyzing and judging yourself." Kirk puts his hands on Pike's hips, grabbing them tightly before moving once more, one, two pushes before he stills again.
"And I love being one of the people who can turn you on like this. I feel privileged and honored." Pike squeezes his eyes shut, thinking he'd never heard a stranger romantic declaration that also happens to be so hot that it's a miracle he doesn't come right away. His groin is on fire, his balls tight and his dick hard and leaking.
"And now, being allowed to fuck you... I feel like coming on the spot. That's why I've got to move so slowly, because if I don't, this is going to be the quickest quickie since I was fifteen."
Pike huffs a small laugh, his arousal so overwhelming that he doesn't find words to voice his complete agreement on this situation's analysis.
Kirk shifts his hands, spreading them over his ass cheeks, clamping the flesh. "I want to keep doing this forever, Want to keep this image in my mind, how you want me." He presses the cheeks together to increase the friction and moves again, pulling out and pressing in.
"Damn, Jim." Pike finds his voice again, rough and desperate, "I love to hear you talking like this, but if you don't start fucking me now, I'm probably going to have a stroke because there's not an ounce of blood left to pump outside of my dick."
Now it's Kirk laughing, and then he's finally moving, fucking Pike as he desired, long, hard strokes. Pike's fingers clamp around the frame, blindly searching for a better hold. He opens his eyes again, watching Kirk's face, watching his own, the bare need, the way their features tense as orgasms draw close. The hand searching for his dick seems unreal in the glass until it closes around his erection; then it's almost too much to bear. He bucks into it with a groan, his hips moving back and forth, riding Kirk's dick, fucking Kirk's fist, and they tumble towards their release like that in a growing chaos, far beyond coordinated moves. When Pike comes, all of himself is reduced to his pulsing, bursting dick, and he keeps jerking into the hand until his knees start shaking. Kirk's grip slackens, and fingers are wiped on his upper legs, making a mess. Pike doesn't care.
Kirk sags against his back, his hands stroking Pike's body, the slowly deflating erection still buried in his ass.
"I've got to move," Pike murmurs.
"Okay." Kirk carefully pulls out and offers him a hand, though that's not much for stabilization. "Let's sit down."
Actually Pike would prefer a shower, but then decides that a brief break would be just as welcome. He follows Kirk's lead to the couch, where Kirk has the inspiration to pull one of the discarded towels of last night over the seat before they sag onto it with a joined sigh.
Pike leans into Kirk's embrace, resting his head on Kirk's shoulder. "Damn, I'm done."
Kirk strokes his arm. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For allowing me to do this at last."
Pike has a hard time finding the right words, tired as he suddenly is. "I never intended you to feel left out. It just somehow didn't fit before," he finally says lamely.
"I know. I didn't mind it enough to press the point. But now that it's happened, I'm glad about it."
"I'm sorry, Jim." Pike drifts into sleep and just wishes it would happen faster. This has the potential to develop into the feared relationship discussion that could destroy their arrangement, and he's too much in post-orgasmic haze to work through this.
"There's nothing for you to be sorry."
"Sorry that I love the doc," Pike mutters.
Kirk makes a disapproving snort. "Do you know the contaminated starship question?"
"Huh?"
"Imagine Bones and I being stuck in a contaminated ship, and you are there, and you know you can rescue only one of us – who would you choose?"
"What an awful question," Pike murmurs.
"Please, Chris. Who would you choose?"
Pike gives up and cracks open his eyes, giving the scenario some serious thoughts. "I can't choose," he finally says. "I just can't. You belong together. I wouldn't be able to choose between you."
Kirk laughs quietly. "Just as I expected. You'd rather try and save us both, dying with us in the process. But you wouldn't be able to choose. And see, that's why I'm not bothered at all about what you and Bones have together, because we may have a different kind of relationship, but it's just as strong." He draws Pike into a surprisingly tender kiss. "I love you, Chris. Here, I said it. You may not feel like using the word, I don't mind. Took me long enough to say it to Bones, because I haven't been very lucky with love in my life. And I know you haven't been lucky either, most of the time. But I love you, and I love Bones, and we all have something wonderful together, even if the nuances differ."
"Yes." Pike's throat is tight, and he bites down the embarrassing flood of emotions that threaten to throw him out of his cherished control, the base he needs. "And I can say it." Christopher Pike is not afraid of speaking the truth. "I love you too, Jim. It is different, and there are things in the mix I'll never get out, like feeling more fatherly towards you, more like a mentor even when I learn so much from you these days. It's part of our history. And it's good because without me finding you, you wouldn't be here now."
"Yeah. Without your damn little speech, I'd probably be in a prison somewhere, twiddling my thumbs."
"Don't say that."
"But you know I would," Kirk says simply. "You turned my life around, because you saw something in me that nobody else did. And then I met Bones, who did the same. Between the two of you, I got off my ass to give the best I could."
"Which is a lot."
"Yes. But it's the two of you who make me want to become better still." Kirk laces his hand into Pike's hair. "A better captain. A better friend. A better lover."
"Can't imagine there's much room for improvement," Pike says, closing his eyes again now that he knows they're fine.
"That coming from the man who dared me to do better," Kirk murmurs, sounding as sleepy as Pike feels.
"You needed that dare back then. You don't need it now."
Kirk shakes his head, or at least he tries but he's all but sunken into the horizontal, his head on the armrest of the couch. Pike has moved with him, and they end sleeping on the spot, utterly unable to find the energy for going back to bed.
At some time Pike feels something thrown over him, but it's the smell of the coffee much later that wakes him up. Outside, it's bright daylight, and he rubs his eyes, wondering what time it is. Over their bodies, there's a large blanket which kept them comfortably warm.
"Here, have a coffee."
Pike turns his head towards a dressed McCoy, who's standing next to them with two cups in his hands.
"Great idea," Kirk says with a yawn, and they scramble into a seated position on the couch before they take the steaming cups. McCoy crouches down opposite to them in one of the armchairs, knees drawn to his chest, naked feet on the seat – one beautiful picture with the bed hair and the gruff.
Pike looks at McCoy, searching his face for any signs of discomfort. He probably won't stop having these little moments of doubt for a long time, but there's nothing to be seen but McCoy's bright eyes resting on him, a smile quirking his lips.
Pike smiles back, his mind suddenly returning to the old Spock's words. Eleven years of lonely command in the Vulcan's timeline - an incredible relationship in this one. Maybe the universe plays a game with them too, endless possibilities pitched against each other to reach equilibrium. But no matter whose game it is – he's determined to stay in it.
***
Next part: Interlude in Green
Series: Reboot aka ST:XI aka AOS – Draws Series
Codes: Pike/Kirk/McCoy, SpockPrime; other pairings in passing
(Part 1 here)
"Stop watching them, doc," Pike says, not for the first time. He's ignored, not for the first time either, by McCoy whose hands are tightly wrapped around the binoculars as he follows the ascent of Kirk and his instructor.
They had met with Yushi in the very early morning hours, then driven to the parking place closest to a smaller climbing area where Yushi lead some test climbs, to find Kirk's limits and have an eye on possible technical problems. Then the professional climber had offered to go one of the longer, popular routes with Jim and so they had moved to another dome. They'd carried mats and camping gear to the foot of the mountain, and then the two climbers had said their goodbyes and moved up into the wall.
"Yushi promised me that he'll take good care of him." Pike pokes the fire. It's less for the temperature and more for the atmosphere - camping without a good campfire just isn't camping for him.
He might also have a small pyromaniac streak but he wouldn't admit to that.
He moves to stand and walks to the doc, looking over his shoulder to see the tiny figures in the wall. "I booked Yushi to make sure that Jim will survive his first real wall – which he wouldn't if we were up there with him. So stop agonizing about the situation and give me that spyglass."
McCoy mutely shakes his head.
A second later, he lies on the ground, with Pike having one foot on the upper arm of the hand that still holds the binoculars. "Enough of this," Pike says firmly and takes them out of his fingers.
"You ass," McCoy snaps, pushing with his free hand against Pike's leg.
The ensuing wrestling match is amusingly brief, as McCoy is no match against someone who's been trained in various martial arts and the infamous hand-to-hand combat techniques. The doc ends on his stomach, his caught hands tightly pressed into the small of his back by Pike who sits on his hips. A minute later, the wrists are tied together with rope, leaving the man growling.
"How the hell do you live through all the ship's battles and hairy away missions, when you can't stand Jim being in danger?" Pike asks seriously because he knows the Enterprise logs and compared to the climbing trip, McCoy should die a thousand deaths during their missions.
"I'm busy, sir," McCoy snarls, "because I've got a goddamn sickbay to run."
"So that's the reason he takes you along on away missions instead of letting you stay behind – you'd agonize yourself into an early grave before he'd even beamed down."
"No. Comment." McCoy struggles against him, trying to throw him off, but it only makes Pike's erection nudge against his ass.
Pike chuckles, patting the cheeks in front of him. "Keep doing that and we are fine – ouch! No kicking!"
He quickly turns, grabbing McCoy's left leg and hooking another rope around the ankle of the walking boots, then tying it securely crossed against the other ankle. It leaves McCoy's legs bent and slightly spread.
Pike gets up and flips McCoy over and onto his back, smiling as he can see McCoy battling between frustration and arousal.
"You could've gotten it easier." He kneels down, palming McCoy's bulge that's prominently offered in this position. "Though I don't really mind having you at my mercy like this."
"You bas–"
"No more insults, doc," Pike orders and places one finger on McCoy's lips, "or I'll gag you. And I know you don't like that."
McCoy scowls but stops arguing, not the least because Pike's slipping two fingers into his mouth. After a moment of hesitation, he sucks them, relaxing slightly.
"Good," Pike says, his other hand still on McCoy's growing erection. He fingers it through the jeans, nudging against its outer lines. At last he pulls his fingers out of McCoy's mouth and uses both hands to open the belt and fly, pulling the jeans down over McCoy's hips. The hard-on juts out, and when he palms it, McCoy arches a little into his touch.
"Fuck, yes," McCoy murmurs, eyes half-closed.
"Not right now," Pike mutters. "We've got time." And that time needs to be filled with things that will keep McCoy distracted from Jim's fate. He stops fondling the inviting genitals in front of him and retrieves his bag, pulling out a little flask and some medical gloves. He puts on one glove and lubes it up, McCoy's gaze resting on him all the way, then gets down on his knees at McCoy's left side. With his other hand, he gets a hold on McCoy's leg and draws it up so that he can slip a first finger into the doc's ass.
"That's hot." McCoy's eyebrows engage in an endearing dance, undecided between a frown and curiosity. The doc gasps as Pike works another three fingers into him. "That's really warm. What is it?"
"This cream's the latest hype in the scene. Makes anal play twice the fun." Pike grins. "It works nicely – I test-ran it on myself."
"Assumed as much." McCoy gasps and presses back onto his hand. "It's as if all my nerves are on fire! Probably – not very healthy."
Pike stops moving. "You want to stop, doc?"
"Damn, no!"
"Good." Pike moves his hand, in and out, stretching his captive for the next step of his plan. Which means five anal beads on a string, and not the smallest ones on the market. McCoy's eyes widen as Pike pulls them out of the bag. "What are you up to?" the doc asks hoarsely. They would be his first - Pike has made sure with Jim that they'd never played with this particular type of toy, and he thoroughly enjoys McCoy's nerviness.
"I'm going to fill you up," Pike replies, taking the first one in hand. There's resistance at first as McCoy fights some inner battle with himself, to Pike's great entertainment. It doesn't stop Pike from pushing, though, and soon the ring of muscle yields to the first bead. Once it's half inside, it's naturally and smoothly sucked inside. McCoy draws in a sharp breath in surprise, and Pike gives him a moment to level his breathing.
"They're large," McCoy mutters.
"Yes," Pike agrees. "But not more than you can handle." He pushes in the second one, then the third, each going more smoothly. It's only after the fourth that McCoy shows some signs of distress, and Pike releases the doc's leg and sits back. He takes his time, fondling McCoy's groin, nurturing the faltered erection back to life. Once he can feel McCoy is more turned on and relaxed again, he bends him sideways once more.
"Please, Chris…" McCoy gasps. "No more."
"I'm sure you can take it," Pike states, unable to not challenge McCoy. The doc's standard setting is resistance against anything new and unknown, and he loves manipulating and pushing the man's buttons until these initial defenses are worn out and McCoy can't help giving in. It may be uncomfortable right now, but he's very sure that McCoy has enough experience with anal play to take the last bead.
Pike pulls a little at the end of the connecting string, the other hand on the proud erection. "I love having you all filled up and at my mercy, doc," he whispers roughly. "And I promise it will be worth it."
McCoy clenches his jaw, managing to mostly catch his rising whimper. That's another thing Pike loves, eliciting sounds from the man who's so direct and outspoken in everyday life but often so clammed up in bed, as if making noises during sex would be a hurtful admission.
"We'll try," Pike states. "If it doesn't work, it's okay. But you've got to try first."
"Fuck you," McCoy snarls, but rolls over some more anyway to allow for a better angle for inserting the last bead.
When Pike cautiously presses it in, there's surprisingly little resistance. The ball vanishes with a soft plop, followed by McCoy's deep groan. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," McCoy mutters, visibly fighting.
"You're doing great," Pike murmurs, stroking his erection with one hand, caressing the cheeks and hip with the other.
"Fuck you," McCoy says again between his harsh breathes. "Wait till I've got the upper hand again."
Pike laughs. "Well, I'd say if you've got enough reserves to plan your revenge already, you can't be doing too badly." He crouches forward and kisses McCoy, forcing his tongue in deep. McCoy yields to the oral intrusion like he's yielded to the beads, sighing as Pike pulls back.
"I can't believe I let you do this shit to me," McCoy grumbles.
"I can't believe I'm doing anything Jim wouldn't do."
"He's pushy but not that pushy. And most of the time, I'm on top."
"Not with me here today," Pike says softly. He removes the glove and positions one of the mats on the ground, then pulls McCoy up to his knees on it.
McCoy sways a little before finding a stable, upright position, slightly resting on his tied ankles. "How about untying me?"
"Unless your hands or feet fall off, I won't untie you," Pike states. "Do they fall asleep?" He touches the hands, and they're still warm, despite the fact that McCoy has mostly been lying on them.
"It's just uncomfortable," McCoy murmurs.
"Guess I've got to do something to take your mind off your ailments, doctor." Pike opens his own fly and brings out his erection. He starts stroking it slowly right in front of McCoy's eyes, his fingertips fondling the head and shaft. He can feel more blood streaming into it, pulsing in the veins, and some of it is surely caused by the look on McCoy's face, the way the doc unconsciously licks his lips. After a few minutes, Pike curls his fingers around the base. "Open your mouth," he orders, voice more level and controlled than he actually feels.
McCoy opens his mouth without hesitation, and Pike closes his other hand around the back of the doc's head as he pushes into the warmth. The tongue cradles his glans, the lips tighten around his shaft, and he goes in until the head hits the back of McCoy's throat, then slightly pulls back out again. His breathing gets harsher as he starts mouth-fucking the doc, guiding McCoy's head to his liking. He's close to coming but he won't have that yet, so he pauses once in a while, his glans edging along McCoy's open lips, the spit cooling in the light wind of the forest. They're both turned on like hell, but when Pike squints at the climbing route of the mountain, he can see the tiny figures still on their way up, and so he decides they've got to last a little longer.
With a sigh and rather hurting balls he pulls out, giving his erection a few last strokes before stowing it away. "Let's take a break."
"Damn, you're killing me." McCoy sinks down on his cross-tied heels and bows his head with a sigh. "Not sure I can stand the beads for much longer."
"You'll make it," Pike says, combing through McCoy's hair, tousling it a little more. Then he caresses down the side of McCoy's face. The unshaven jaw has been a little rough on his groin during the blow job, but he likes the way the stubble makes McCoy look a little rogue, fitting to his personality. It's not really cooling him down when McCoy starts mouthing his erection through the fabric, and so he steps away. "Let me see after the fire for a moment," he says and goes to rekindle the dying flames.
When he looks back at McCoy, he finds the doc lying on the ground, staring at the mountain wall.
"Told you not to watch them," Pike says and walks into McCoy's line of sight.
"Just wanted to make sure everything is alright," McCoy mutters.
"If it wasn't, we couldn't help them anyway," Pike states. Clearly, more action is asked for, and so he pulls out a blindfold, tying it around McCoy's head.
"Damn, Chris – fuck, stop it."
"Not yet," Pike says, one hand back on McCoy's groin, fondling the bare package. McCoy knows his safeword, and unless Pike hears it, he won't stop. He unties the ankles and brings the doc up to his feet. "How's your ass?"
McCoy frowns, his eyebrows crinkling just above the blindfold. "Hot and full and damn near unbearable."
Pike pulls up the jeans that pool around McCoy's upper thighs, closing them. "Good. There's that little creek not far from our position, with a nice, big fallen tree next to it. Once we're there, you'll be relieved of the beads." Pike rolls a mat and puts it under his arms.
"Walking there blindfolded?" McCoy asks roughly.
"Why, yes, lieutenant commander." Pike smirks as McCoy scowls. "Take this as a little exercise in obedience and trust. So – walk on."
Pike's smirk deepens as McCoy remains frozen on the spot. "I said walk, doctor. You got a problem with your legs?"
McCoy shakes his head but makes a first tentative step forward. "Dammit, Chris -"
"Yes, I know my name. And you will keep on walking straight ahead, until I give you new orders. Is that understood?"
"Yes, sir." McCoy's jaw sets as he cautiously starts placing one foot in front of the other. When Pike orders a first sharp "left", the doc startles and promptly walks into a tree.
"Concentrate," Pike says without pity when he directs McCoy away from the wood. Left, right, raise your feet, slowly, straight ahead, left, careful, lower your head – the walk takes as much concentration from Pike as it does from McCoy, and they're bathed in sweat when they finally reach the creek, a few bruises from minor collisions on them both.
"Chris, please," McCoy whimpers.
"What do you want?" Pike asks, one hand possessively splayed over one sexy cheek.
"Can you get these damn things out of my ass?"
"Ask again."
McCoy balls his fists but buckles under anyway, finally worn out. "Please, sir, you could please remove this extremely interesting toy - sir?"
"Sure." Pike throws the mat over the large fallen tree, its trunk the perfect height for a fuck. McCoy is on his knees seconds later, bending over with a sigh when his jeans are undone and stripped down. The anal beads come out nicely, each accompanied by the doc's groan. Pike throws them aside to the ground and cleans the doc a little before reaching around, rekindling the once again faltered erection. McCoy soon bucks back against him.
"Fuck me already, damn," McCoy mutters at last. "Or do you want to kill me with blue balls?"
"Being a studied man, I assume you know that no human has ever died of blue balls," Pike replies, thinking though considering my own balls, today may be the exception.
"But I'll do you the favor." Pike brings out his dick, nudging it against the stretched hole. "Say please."
"Please fuck me already, dammit!"
Pike laughs and pushes in. They last surprisingly long, both being overexerted from the ups and downs in arousal they've gone through today. Just when Pike decides to come, taking up speed, McCoy shudders with a deep, groaned sigh. Pike stops. "Everything alright?"
"Yes," McCoy answers breathlessly. "Yes, I think so." He laughs a little. "Guess now I know what an anal orgasm might feel like. Goddamn, that's hot!"
Pike's hand feels around the still stiff and rather dry erection.
"Yeah, no ejaculation. But it's been great, like a flash in my groin and brain. Guess that cream of yours is worth the credits."
"Good for you," Pike states. He pushes once more, experimentally, but isn't surprised when an oversensitive McCoy signals that he's really done for now. Pike pulls out, leaning over McCoy and stroking his sides. "Told you one day I'd fuck you until you come," he speaks under his breath. "Next time, maybe even with ejaculation." He removes the blindfold and unties the doc's arms, pulling him upright into an embrace.
"Damn, that was hot." McCoy leans back against him. They settle in the position for a moment, too exhausted to move.
"We should probably get back to the camp," Pike says at last.
"I don't think so." McCoy unlaces and turns around, touching Pike's face with one hand. "You're not done yet. Let me take care of it – please." He draws Pike into a kiss.
"No resistance." Pike smiles. "Give me a second." His and McCoy's levels when it came to playing dirty are rather different, so he pulls out a few disinfectant cloths but doesn't come far in the process.
"Lean back and let me do the work." McCoy takes the sealed packages out of his hand and rips a first one open. Pike sinks to the ground, only now noticing his aching knees and stiff legs. Though not as stiff as his dick which first gets professionally cleaned, then less professionally teased and stroked. His balls are really aching by now, the painful tension radiating up his groin.
"Come on," Pike says roughly as McCoy's tongue barely nudges along his sensitive head, but his dominance is clearly lacking now that he's the one lying on the ground and McCoy very much in control. Consequently, McCoy behaves like a damn cocktease.
"Just paying you back a little, Admiral." McCoy smirks before he takes Pike's erection into his mouth – finally, dammit! – and starts a real workout. He's still teasing a lot more than Pike would prefer but at last gathers speed. Pike pushes his heels into the ground, searching for leverage as McCoy mercilessly sucks him towards orgasm. He comes in spurts, groaning and thrashing, riding it out in the welcoming mouth. He's still in the last throws, hazy and vulnerable, when there's suddenly a weight holding him down, flat on his back. One hand's lacing into his hair, tilting his head; another one's forcing his jaw open. He freezes in shock as something slick and lukewarm slips into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat.
Tied and cold and lights blinding his eyes, clamps hitting his teeth, the slug slipping over his tongue, slick and salty, deep into his throat, eating through his flesh, agony ---
He gasps for air, one gigantic large breath, and comes back to reality on all fours, couching and retching above the already spilled remains of his last meal. There's a hand on his back, warm and supportive.
"Here, take this." There's a handkerchief in front of his eyes, and Pike slightly rises, freeing one hand to catch it. He cleans his face, fighting the revolting taste and smell that fill his senses, vomit and the ghostly memory of the slug on his tongue.
"Don't have water right now, but here's some whisky," McCoy says and offers him a hip flask. Pike sinks back on his heels and takes it, having a mouthful of whisky and another one right after. It burns down his aching throat, hitting his stomach hard. He feels weak and disoriented, shocked about his own mind.
"I'm so sorry, Chris," McCoy mutters, placing his arm around Pike's shoulder. "Snowballed Jim a few times, and he loved it."
Maybe you should have checked with me before trying to force it on me, flashes through Pike's mind, but it's an unjust accusation, considering that he's never talked to them in detail about anything that happened onboard Nero's ship before Kirk rescued him.
"Not your fault," Pike rasps. "Nobody's but his." He struggles to his feet, closes his jeans that are hanging ridiculously around his hips, and makes a few steps away from the mess before he heavily leans against the next tree, face forward on one bent elbow.
"I should've known –" McCoy says, and Pike waves him off.
"I thought I was good, doc," he states roughly. Really, he had thought so, but maybe he's just been lucky, due to a lack of sex life until six months ago and only few bottoming scenes with McCoy so far. They know that restraining him is a no-go, but this was unforeseeable, possibly born from lying immobile on his back and being forced to swallow. "Just an unlucky combination. So stop your self-recrimination trip."
"You want to talk about it?" McCoy asks, his look sympathetic.
"Not now, thanks." Pike takes another gulp, thinking if you give me any pity shit now, I'm going to kill you.
There's a brief silence before McCoy says, "May I ask you a question?"
Pike laughs quietly. There's the professional therapist showing up, but at least no discernible pity. "Ask ahead. No promises for an answer, though."
"As I'm informed about your medical history, having been your doctor, albeit briefly - you've quite a history of injuries, some of which came from torture. What's so different this time that it seems to have such a lasting effect on you?"
"You mean, aside from the memory of spilling out the grid codes, the endless rehab and the changes in my brain chemistry?" Pike laughs again, mirthlessly. "I always had a command to go back to. But not this time. Incidentally, it was also the only ship I really fought for." He turns and leans with his back against the tree, taking another gulp, looking squarely into McCoy's eyes.
"Before Jim, I was the only man making captain in just four years. I've been on many missions, the longest five years, the shortest six months. I built a reputation over the years, for being able to make even complicated command teams work; for helping crews through disasters; for substituting for captains that lost their minds over this or that. I became the decorated stand-by man for crises, and even after twenty-five years in the captain's seat I didn't want to step down. They tried to sell me the recruitment job because I was a good figure-head, and I used that as leverage to fight for the command of the Enterprise. She should be my reward, the culmination of my career. I'd overseen most of her construction, hand-picked the fucking best crew in the fleet. I waited four years to get her, my beautiful queen, and then I'm captain for one fucking day before Nero's taking it all away." He feels like hitting something.
"I understand," McCoy says quietly, gaze intense. "Sometimes, you must hate Jim for having her."
Pike shakes his head. "No. Not hate. Sometimes it just hits me how unfair it was, and it's depressing as hell when I really think about. But I'm so damn proud of Jim - if anyone ever tried to take her away from him, I'd fight for his command. The Enterprise has become the shining lady I wanted her to be, but it's obviously been destiny that it shouldn't be me in the center seat."
McCoy nods. "So – any current goal now?"
Pike shrugs. "I don't have one right now. Nothing besides living every day in a respectable manner." He clamps the bottle hard. "Funny thing is, when you get your first command, you get a big lecture in which they drive home the fact that your time in command is limited. It's the nature of the beast. You might fuck up, get injured, become a psychological wreck, have a board on your back, get in the way of politics… for every captain there will be a last mission, and it could always be the next one. Seeing it like this, I made it longer than most. A man should be able to accept when his time is over, and mine is now."
McCoy frowns. "You brain chemistry might be a bit off the standard values, but that doesn't mean a thing unless the deviation manifests. You could still try to get a command –" McCoy stops as he sees the truth in Pike's face. "There have been side effects?"
"Yes." Pike stares down on the forest's soil. "Started about eight months ago. Phases of disorientation, nausea, migraine… doctors have no idea how to fix it." He waves his hand, dismissing the problem. "They didn't want to let me up again when I tested out fine, so no matter if I got rid of that problem again, they still wouldn't let me."
"You should've told me," McCoy says concerned. "I can have a look at the data and see what I can do about it."
"Sure – thanks." Pike suddenly feels drained and tired. The only thing he hates more than pity is self-pity, and he can't believed he's just wallowed in it like that. He needs to stop talking, or he'd really get morose. "I need a break. Give me five minutes." Without waiting for an answer, he turns away, walking into the woods. There's a fallen tree not far away, and he sits down on it with his back to the creek, burying his face in his hands, going through some of the breathing exercises he's been using for ages. This trip won't fail because of his first fucking flashback since the end of therapy.
He hears steps moving away, then returning to him. "Too much, asking for five minutes?" he snipes at the approaching man.
"It's been twenty already," McCoy states as he puts his hands on Pike's shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles.
"Don't treat me like a patient," Pike states gruffly, tempted to shake off the grip.
"If you were my patient, I'd haul you to the next medical scanner and take every damn neuroscan that's ever been invented. But this here -" McCoy digs knowing fingers into the most hurting spots - "is my special treatment for obstinate captains."
Pike's shoulders sag. "I'm sorry, doc."
"No problem." The fingers work circles over his shoulders, satiating a need of being touched Pike hasn't even know he had.
"So, how's Jim doing?" Pike asks after a while.
"Fine. They're on their way back." McCoy ends the massage with some last strokes, then pulls Pike back against his body, combing through his hair. "Love you, you obstinate ass. So don't walk around pretending all is fine when it isn't."
"For the most part, my life is fine, thank you, doctor," Pike gets back on his feet and walks right in front to McCoy. "And being here with you is a big part of fine." He draws him into a long, deep kiss, which leaves them both feeling sappier than they're comfortable with. Time to gain some solid emotional ground. He moves away, picking up the anal beads and cleaning them in the creek for a moment. "Let's get back to the fire – which probably has died by now."
"Just gives you a better excuse for playing with fire," McCoy says with a shrug and follows his lead back to their little camp. True to his assumption, Pike doesn't mind spending some time nourishing the flame again. Then Kirk is back, dusty and tired and a little sun-burned. McCoy pulls him into a bear hug, while Pike nods to Yushi. "How did he fare?" he asks.
"Considering that he's only climbed in halls so far, he's a natural," Yushi says with a broad grin, and Pike feels again that rather fatherly pride when it comes to Kirk and his achievements. "I also made sure that he was properly secured, as ordered, but I have little doubt he's a free soloing candidate."
"Which means -?" McCoy asks.
"Going without security measures," Yushi replies. "Something for adrenaline junkies."
"Not as long as we can help it." McCoy glares.
"Come on, Bones, it's just no real challenge to climb with ropes and hooks," Kirk states with a glitter in his eyes. Before McCoy can get worked up over the obvious provocation, Pike says, "I totally agree with the doc – as long as you're with us, you won't pull that shit."
"Damn. You see, Yushi, just as I said – I'm all under their thumbs," Kirk states with a look of long suffering.
"I totally believe that." The climber grins. "So, another climbing session while you're here?"
Kirk looks at McCoy.
"Your decision, Jim," McCoy says.
"Let's talk about it later," Kirk says determined. "Thanks for the great offer, Yushi. I loved climbing with you." He moves forward to hug his instructor. "I'll give you a call tomorrow, okay?"
"Fine by me," Yushi replies, patting his shoulder. "So if we don't meet again, have a great vacation. And don't hesitate to call me again when you're back on Earth next time. Gentlemen." He tilts his head and waves good-bye, then walks away towards the parking lot.
"Didn't you like the climb?" McCoy asks.
Kirk smiles broadly. "Oh I did. It was marvelous. A great route. Fabulous view. It was tough too - I was really exhausted in the end, which was cool. Would've hated a too easy route. And Yushi's absolutely great, a wonderful teacher. But see -" he slings his free arm around Pike -"we've got so little time, I don't want to spend it solely with others when I've been waiting for so long to spend it with the two of you."
"Alright." McCoy clears his throat. "As far as I see, we've got two options now – either stay here a little longer or go back to the cabin. Considering that Jim will run out of adrenaline in maybe an hour, I'm all for the cabin."
Kirk nods. "I agree, the cabin and a shower and some after-mission-sex would be fine."
"After-mission-sex?" Pike asks amused.
"Jim lies back and lets others do the work," McCoy replies grumpily, but can't hide a grin.
Kirk draws them both a little closer. "Good to know some people who'll love to take care of me like that." Then he withdraws from the embrace. "Come on, let's put out the fire."
So they soon end in the cabin, clean and the smell of shower gel in the air, with Pike sandwiched between his two lovers, facing and fucking Kirk with McCoy deeply buried inside of him from behind, thinking this is possibly the best climbing trip without climbing ever.
*
When Pike wakes up next in what must be the very early morning hours, he's all entangled between them, arms and legs closely hooked together. It's a wonderful feeling, but he's forced out of bed by his bladder, so he slowly rearranges the limbs that get in the way of leaving before he slips out of bed. The floor is cool under his feet as he pads through the living room to the bathroom. When he's on his way back, he stops at the window of the living room, looking outside into the just awakening forest. There are birds in the air, incredibly loud now that the first rays of the rising sun tint the sky a light grey, and something moves in the still dark woods, hiding behind the trees as if having seen the watcher behind the glass.
He feels incredibly relaxed and satiated, happy in a way that had escaped him for months, maybe years. The recordings had been a wonderful way of connecting, but there's always been some nagging thought in his mind, whether it would feel like a real relationship once they were together again – and the last day and night had left no doubt about it. His world feels round with them, complete.
He turns his head to a sound behind him, and Kirk passes through the room with a nod, hitting the bathroom too. He turns his head back to the window, and isn't surprised when Kirk soon shows up in the distorted mirror, his face an eclectic mix with the trees behind.
"Overthinking again, Admiral?" Kirk says half-jokingly, embracing him from behind, one hot, lean body.
"Not at all," Pike replies softly, covering the hands on his chest with his own. "Just thinking how good life currently is."
"Glad to hear that," Kirk says, the inquiring gaze in the window changing into a smiling one. It briefly makes Pike wonder if and what McCoy may have told Kirk about the flashback, but the thought becomes unimportant as they remain in the embrace, watching the wildlife in silence while their bodies slowly awaken. He can feel Kirk's dick nudging against his ass, growing harder as he moves a little. He's never gotten fucked by Kirk before, never had felt the need to let him and hasn't been asked for it either. But right now, he wants it with every fiber of his body.
A feeling that's obviously shared by Kirk. "Put your hands on the window frame," he whispers in Pike's ears, and Pike doesn't think twice before his fingers clamp around the wood, left and right on the level of his head. He automatically bends forward, moving his legs further apart. He might have thought he was all wrung dry after their hot night, but feeling Kirk's fingers and dick on his ass makes his own erection jut out. His breathing going harsher, he leans into the exploring touch, the first fingers that dig into him. He's fine and so ready, and he presses back against Kirk in an inviting movement.
The fingers are withdrawn, substituted by the real thing. Kirk slowly nudges inside, inch by inch, until he's buried to the hilt. Then he stops and reaches around, fondling Pike's genitals.
"Look at the window," Kirk whispers. "Look at you."
Pike looks up from where his unfocused gaze had dropped to the wall below it, and takes in the display. Himself, all spread and needy and offering, his dick in Kirk's fist. Above his head, a part of Kirk's face mirroring, eyes fierce and brilliant, life forms of their own.
"You're so hot," Kirk rasps, gliding his hand upwards from the dick, stroking through the line of fur. "A great body. A great mind. Sometimes I don't know if I'd rather talk to you or have sex with you, because both things turn me on to no end." Pike swallows hard, his eyes still on the window. Kirk moves a little, pushing from behind. "I love seeing you all turned on, turned on so hard that you stop thinking and analyzing and judging yourself." Kirk puts his hands on Pike's hips, grabbing them tightly before moving once more, one, two pushes before he stills again.
"And I love being one of the people who can turn you on like this. I feel privileged and honored." Pike squeezes his eyes shut, thinking he'd never heard a stranger romantic declaration that also happens to be so hot that it's a miracle he doesn't come right away. His groin is on fire, his balls tight and his dick hard and leaking.
"And now, being allowed to fuck you... I feel like coming on the spot. That's why I've got to move so slowly, because if I don't, this is going to be the quickest quickie since I was fifteen."
Pike huffs a small laugh, his arousal so overwhelming that he doesn't find words to voice his complete agreement on this situation's analysis.
Kirk shifts his hands, spreading them over his ass cheeks, clamping the flesh. "I want to keep doing this forever, Want to keep this image in my mind, how you want me." He presses the cheeks together to increase the friction and moves again, pulling out and pressing in.
"Damn, Jim." Pike finds his voice again, rough and desperate, "I love to hear you talking like this, but if you don't start fucking me now, I'm probably going to have a stroke because there's not an ounce of blood left to pump outside of my dick."
Now it's Kirk laughing, and then he's finally moving, fucking Pike as he desired, long, hard strokes. Pike's fingers clamp around the frame, blindly searching for a better hold. He opens his eyes again, watching Kirk's face, watching his own, the bare need, the way their features tense as orgasms draw close. The hand searching for his dick seems unreal in the glass until it closes around his erection; then it's almost too much to bear. He bucks into it with a groan, his hips moving back and forth, riding Kirk's dick, fucking Kirk's fist, and they tumble towards their release like that in a growing chaos, far beyond coordinated moves. When Pike comes, all of himself is reduced to his pulsing, bursting dick, and he keeps jerking into the hand until his knees start shaking. Kirk's grip slackens, and fingers are wiped on his upper legs, making a mess. Pike doesn't care.
Kirk sags against his back, his hands stroking Pike's body, the slowly deflating erection still buried in his ass.
"I've got to move," Pike murmurs.
"Okay." Kirk carefully pulls out and offers him a hand, though that's not much for stabilization. "Let's sit down."
Actually Pike would prefer a shower, but then decides that a brief break would be just as welcome. He follows Kirk's lead to the couch, where Kirk has the inspiration to pull one of the discarded towels of last night over the seat before they sag onto it with a joined sigh.
Pike leans into Kirk's embrace, resting his head on Kirk's shoulder. "Damn, I'm done."
Kirk strokes his arm. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For allowing me to do this at last."
Pike has a hard time finding the right words, tired as he suddenly is. "I never intended you to feel left out. It just somehow didn't fit before," he finally says lamely.
"I know. I didn't mind it enough to press the point. But now that it's happened, I'm glad about it."
"I'm sorry, Jim." Pike drifts into sleep and just wishes it would happen faster. This has the potential to develop into the feared relationship discussion that could destroy their arrangement, and he's too much in post-orgasmic haze to work through this.
"There's nothing for you to be sorry."
"Sorry that I love the doc," Pike mutters.
Kirk makes a disapproving snort. "Do you know the contaminated starship question?"
"Huh?"
"Imagine Bones and I being stuck in a contaminated ship, and you are there, and you know you can rescue only one of us – who would you choose?"
"What an awful question," Pike murmurs.
"Please, Chris. Who would you choose?"
Pike gives up and cracks open his eyes, giving the scenario some serious thoughts. "I can't choose," he finally says. "I just can't. You belong together. I wouldn't be able to choose between you."
Kirk laughs quietly. "Just as I expected. You'd rather try and save us both, dying with us in the process. But you wouldn't be able to choose. And see, that's why I'm not bothered at all about what you and Bones have together, because we may have a different kind of relationship, but it's just as strong." He draws Pike into a surprisingly tender kiss. "I love you, Chris. Here, I said it. You may not feel like using the word, I don't mind. Took me long enough to say it to Bones, because I haven't been very lucky with love in my life. And I know you haven't been lucky either, most of the time. But I love you, and I love Bones, and we all have something wonderful together, even if the nuances differ."
"Yes." Pike's throat is tight, and he bites down the embarrassing flood of emotions that threaten to throw him out of his cherished control, the base he needs. "And I can say it." Christopher Pike is not afraid of speaking the truth. "I love you too, Jim. It is different, and there are things in the mix I'll never get out, like feeling more fatherly towards you, more like a mentor even when I learn so much from you these days. It's part of our history. And it's good because without me finding you, you wouldn't be here now."
"Yeah. Without your damn little speech, I'd probably be in a prison somewhere, twiddling my thumbs."
"Don't say that."
"But you know I would," Kirk says simply. "You turned my life around, because you saw something in me that nobody else did. And then I met Bones, who did the same. Between the two of you, I got off my ass to give the best I could."
"Which is a lot."
"Yes. But it's the two of you who make me want to become better still." Kirk laces his hand into Pike's hair. "A better captain. A better friend. A better lover."
"Can't imagine there's much room for improvement," Pike says, closing his eyes again now that he knows they're fine.
"That coming from the man who dared me to do better," Kirk murmurs, sounding as sleepy as Pike feels.
"You needed that dare back then. You don't need it now."
Kirk shakes his head, or at least he tries but he's all but sunken into the horizontal, his head on the armrest of the couch. Pike has moved with him, and they end sleeping on the spot, utterly unable to find the energy for going back to bed.
At some time Pike feels something thrown over him, but it's the smell of the coffee much later that wakes him up. Outside, it's bright daylight, and he rubs his eyes, wondering what time it is. Over their bodies, there's a large blanket which kept them comfortably warm.
"Here, have a coffee."
Pike turns his head towards a dressed McCoy, who's standing next to them with two cups in his hands.
"Great idea," Kirk says with a yawn, and they scramble into a seated position on the couch before they take the steaming cups. McCoy crouches down opposite to them in one of the armchairs, knees drawn to his chest, naked feet on the seat – one beautiful picture with the bed hair and the gruff.
Pike looks at McCoy, searching his face for any signs of discomfort. He probably won't stop having these little moments of doubt for a long time, but there's nothing to be seen but McCoy's bright eyes resting on him, a smile quirking his lips.
Pike smiles back, his mind suddenly returning to the old Spock's words. Eleven years of lonely command in the Vulcan's timeline - an incredible relationship in this one. Maybe the universe plays a game with them too, endless possibilities pitched against each other to reach equilibrium. But no matter whose game it is – he's determined to stay in it.
***
Next part: Interlude in Green
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Date: 2009-09-13 11:39 pm (UTC)And the sex? jas;djfalkjfalksdj
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-13 11:52 pm (UTC)There is a sequel, isn't there?!
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:12 pm (UTC)Yes, there will be a sequel :) Though it may take a bit *drafts around*juggles ideas*
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Date: 2009-09-13 11:58 pm (UTC)The dynamic between Pike and McCoy floors me, and you write polyamory so well.
The scene with Jim and Pike with the window was just. . Wow.
your take on Prime!Spock is amazing, I am beginning to see him more and more as a tragic figure and this kind of sealed it for me.
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:14 pm (UTC)SpockPrime is a strange guy; I was glad to find some interesting fanfic that helped me making up my own mind a little (though I'm not saying I necessarily agree with either Jim or Bones/Chris in their takes on him :)
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Date: 2009-09-14 12:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-14 09:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-16 12:30 am (UTC)Though I wonder what the realtionship might been like with Pike!Prime and Spock!Prime.
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Date: 2009-09-16 04:33 am (UTC)The relationship in the Prime universe (aka TOS) is that Spock is so loyal to Pike that he endangers his career and life to get disabled Pike to Talos IV. Which counts for something...
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Date: 2009-09-14 12:14 am (UTC)threefour* men, their interconnections and the universe they inhabit and create, I can't even think of what specifically to say about the whole wonderful gestalt of this.*PS Spock!Prime's cameo was made of awesome. I would be remiss if I didn't tell you that. And Jim's view of their relationship! That's my personal canon now.
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:16 pm (UTC)SpockPrime sneaked up on me and took more screentime than I wanted to give him, bastard!
And I get a feel he's going to do it again.Thanks again! ♥
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Date: 2009-09-14 01:25 am (UTC)Also, I like the flashback angst. There has to be some there--and a little resentment on Pike's end when they get to go away and he has to stay behind.
The sex was scorching hot too and very satisfying. This update was completely worth the wait!
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:19 pm (UTC)Flashback... I didn't plan for it, but the thought kept popping up; it's just a little too logical to have it happen in such a context.
Glad you liked the love talks (was unsure about those) and the sex (was fun writing *G*)
Thanks for the feedback! ♥
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Date: 2009-09-14 01:34 am (UTC)Fucking hell.
This needs a sequel. This needs a sequel right fucking now.
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:19 pm (UTC)Glad you liked this installment! :)))
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Date: 2009-09-14 03:20 am (UTC)::goes back to chewing fingernails::
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:24 pm (UTC)I may give away more than I should, but I'll tell you that in my threesome universes the relationships always work out. They're my personal showcases of how cool adults handle adult, complex relationships *G* So there will be developments and things that will make them argue, but nothing to drive them apart :)
However, your angst is so sweet, as it makes you write beautiful lines like
it fell over there in the forest where nobody heard it so it doesn't count
THANK YOU!
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Date: 2009-09-14 04:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-14 09:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-14 08:26 am (UTC)And of course, all the sex. Especially Pike and Kirk an the window. Yum!
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:29 pm (UTC)able to deal with a bad scene without drama
I like my men to be men, especially people with such demanding, tough jobs. They've got their weaknesses but they hate chewing over them.
And I really don't know where that window scene came from, Pike was only standing there and thinking and then a few lines later, Kirk just wouldn't want to keep out. Duh *G*
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Date: 2009-09-14 12:31 pm (UTC)Love, too, the emotional discussions around Old Spock, Jim's thoughts on the matter, Pike and McCoy's suspicion. It'll be interesting to see what you do with this bit of story.
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:31 pm (UTC)Honestly, I'm not yet sure how to develop the SpockPrime plot bunnies, but I trust in my muses to deliver something *bribes them*
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Date: 2009-09-14 02:32 pm (UTC)I enjoy how you've made it clear that Pike has a different sort of affection for each of his lovers, and I'm sure you know full well how much I love in particular Pike's relationship with McCoy, the way they push each others' limits and the depth of affection between them. That moment when McCoy is so awed to see Pike again that they just have to take a cab back to his place RIGHT NOW was wonderfully, jaw-droppingly hot.
I love what you're doing with this threesome, and so glad you're still writing this series (there is more, yes? Yes?). Thank you!
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Date: 2009-09-14 09:38 pm (UTC)I think the three twosome combinations are rather different in their interaction, it's AFAIS always like that and part of the charm (and possible conflicts) of such complex relationships.
And yes, there will be sequels (note the plural) but as I try to trust the flow and my muses, it may take a bit :)
Thanks so much for staying my cheerleader, sharing the Pike/McCoy love!
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Date: 2009-09-14 07:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-14 09:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-14 11:47 pm (UTC)I think Pike/McCoy's relationship is intense and love the way they push-pull each other, but McCoy wouldn't do without Jim and now that they made it this far, I don't think Pike could, either. Loved that scene in front of the window! They both needed to take that step.
Loved hearing them say those three words to each other. Made me all sorts of happy!
I am looking forward to more of these brave, beautiful men!
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Date: 2009-09-15 04:58 am (UTC)I'm also glad they said the three words, because for a while I wasn't sure they would *G* Men.
Thanks for looking forward - there will be more in a while! :)))
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Date: 2009-09-15 03:49 am (UTC)The multiple relationship is wonderful; they're a trio, but also very clearly three separate pairings, with different nuances to each. I really enjoyed getting to see Chris deepen his connections with both Jim and Bones in this piece. And the plotty bits with Old Spock were good too... I get the feeling that there will be more along those lines, hm?
All that not even to mention the mind-blowingly hot sex. Whew.
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Date: 2009-09-15 05:00 am (UTC)The plotty bits are actually giving me headaches, lol, but I'm sure my muses will deliver :P
Glad you liked the sex - I had fun writing it :)))) Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2009-09-15 04:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-09-17 02:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-17 04:40 am (UTC)Spock Prime learns to live with the new universe but he doesn't have to like it or feel at home... (which he won't, in my mind).
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Date: 2009-09-18 06:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-18 07:42 am (UTC)hormoneswork into it *G*(no subject)
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Date: 2010-04-07 05:32 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting! I'm glad you obviously like the series.
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Date: 2010-04-07 04:07 pm (UTC)And now, I really have to do some work. Thanks for a wonderful morning.
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Date: 2010-04-07 05:27 pm (UTC)Re Work, I was beginning to think you'd read through all of it in one go :) I totally hope you'll like the next installments too.
Pike/McCoy is hitting so many of my kinks but Kirk will also be hot and important :)
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Date: 2010-04-10 05:14 am (UTC)But anyway, it's 1a.m.-ish here and so my commenting skills aren't in top shape, but this is a super awesome piece of work! I almost want to leave some of the pieces for later. I love this happy triad, and I love their insecurities, and I love all of the minor characters. The pace is very unique, it kind of reminds me of a television drama in that it doesn't feel like it is going to any specific conclusion, but every section has a very neatly organized narrative arc that leaves me wanting moremoremore at the end. I realized I was maybe a litle *too* into this when I had a pouty moment of "boo, I want some to arrange private rock-climbing lessons for ME!!", which you should just take as a sign that this is a VERY AWESOME FIC!!
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Date: 2010-04-11 08:13 am (UTC)in a way, I'm glad that I waited to start reading it until after I got to know you better through our meta-chats and shipwars stuff
I can relate. I am happy that I met you lately and could read all your wonderful meta. Quite some food for thought! (I might beg you to read my current super-tricky Draws part to check that nobody comes around as bad/stupid/weak/heartless and that Dael doesn't get sold cheap.)
The pace is very unique, it kind of reminds me of a television drama in that it doesn't feel like it is going to any specific conclusion, but every section has a very neatly organized narrative arc.
That analysis blew me away, because that's how it is! I don't have a specific conclusion; frankly, despite many future!drafts the characters keep coming up with OTHER ideas so even I never know what's going to happen in the next part.
I'm damn glad to know you like Draws, I know you're a critical reader :))))
THANK YOU!
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Date: 2010-04-11 05:57 pm (UTC)