Reboot Fic: Four Square 3/7 (Draws X)
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syredronningCodes: Pike/Dael/Kirk/McCoy, various OCs and other pairings in passing
Rating: NC-17; warnings: kinky, queer, mixed poly relationship with large age difference
Word count: this part 8.100, complete 60.000 words
Direct links to part 1 - part 2 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7
*
They have dinner together, the increasing erotic tension between them all like static energy in the air, but they bravely keep from outright launching onto each other through dinner and a round of espressos that they imbibe in the living room. Of course, the couples are sitting damn close now and hands are straying in a way that would be very improper in public, but somehow nobody seems to be inclined to make the first step that would send them all spiraling down into mind-blowing sex.
When Pike carries the espresso cups away, he isn't surprised when Kirk follows him into the kitchen.
"Chris… we need to talk. About Dael."
"There's nothing to talk about," Pike says and puts the cups into the dishwasher. "I know that you're attracted to each other, so go ahead. I'm fine with it."
Pike's answer doesn't seem to be enough, as Kirk still draws closer, leaning against the sideboard.
"I talked a lot to her during your coma and rehab," Kirk says quietly. "She's great. She'll keep all your secrets like a treasure; listens to them and then buries them so deep down that nobody else will ever get to them. She doesn't share easily, but she shared some stories with me, and I know it's a gift. We've got a lot in common, and she's become important to me. But if you want me to keep away from her, just say it. You're more important to me, Chris, and I don't want to ruin anything between us. When you say stop, we'll stop."
"I can't say stop, and I won't. How much of a hypocrite would I be if I told her that I'd be with you but she wouldn't be allowed?" Pike straightens his back, trying to get rid of the sudden tension in his shoulder muscles. "I don't own her. She's her own person. We're both free to see others."
"She's your lover, Chris." Kirk gives him a glance from blue eyes. "Your live-in partner. Did you even talk to her about me?"
"I don't need to, and I won't." Pike turns to the fridge and pours himself a glass of orange juice to give himself a moment of time.
"I know that you don't really like to talk about relationship issues, but that's a bit strong."
Pike shrugs, turning around and leading against the counter, cradling the glass in his hand. "Even if I hadn't noted your connection before, the diorama made everything clear to me."
Kirk blushes a little. "That obvious, huh? When we thought about doing something like that, I really needed to make something for her too, to show her that some people care."
Pike empties the glass and puts it aside. "Jim, do me a favor."
"Yes?" Kirk asks alerted.
"When we go back inside, you make her happy and I make the doc happy and we'll all be good."
Kirk eyes him with a strange smile. "I could almost believe you don't have a problem with that. Almost."
"And stop getting complicated on me," Pike adds without bothering to answer Kirk's statement and pulls him into a kiss.
"Though there's one thing…" Pike has never set a limit on Dael's sexual activities, and there's no such thing between the three men either, but this one act is important enough to him to break that unspoken rule.
"Tell me, please."
"Her ass belongs to me."
"Means exactly what?" Kirk asks.
"No fucking, no fingering. Her ass is all mine."
"Fine." It's almost as if Kirk is relieved about Pike having said something, set some limit between the two.
"And now — be good to her," Pike says, cupping Kirk's face. "She deserves it." He kisses him again, drawing his tongue over Kirk's inviting lips, dipping his tongue in just a bit.
"Yes," Kirk says when they part, eyes shining bright.
They walk back to the living room, hands loosely linked. Both McCoy and Dael critically eye them, but relax when they split up, Pike sitting down next to McCoy with one possessive arm around the doc's shoulders, and Jim sitting down next to Dael, curling around her.
All good? McCoy's gaze asks, and Pike smiles and pulls the doc closer. It doesn't take long before they're making out, hands groping whatever they could latch upon until they're half out of clothes. It's good enough that Pike almost forgets their seat neighbors, at least until he can see Dael slipping deeper, Kirk moving down to the floor.
Oh shit.
He's going to give her head, and Pike's got no doubt that Jim will be fan-fucking-tastic, much better than he is at the same task, and of course Dael starts making these gorgeous little noises and —
"Look at me," McCoy's voice comes in, and he turns his head to find the doc kneeling between his legs. "Only look at me," McCoy says and then swallows his dick, all of it until the glans bumps against the back of McCoy's throat. Pike breathlessly watches the beautiful show until the heat in his groin is unbearable, his balls aching. He's so ready for orgasm when McCoy suddenly withdraws with a small slurp and a last kiss on his dick.
Pike groans. "Damn, doc…"
"Shhh, we've got time. I'm going to make it really good for you."
The doc starts undressing him for real, taking away his shirt, pulling down his slacks. When the fingers go for his knee protectors, Pike gets a little nervous, but McCoy gently strokes down his legs, a silent promise that he'd take care of everything. Pike believes him.
"Come with me."
Pike manages to barely give a glance at the others when McCoy pulls him up from the couch, so he doesn't see much besides two rather laced bodies. The doc is still fully clothed, and that brings up memories that only intensify as McCoy leads Pike into the main bedroom and orders him onto his large bed.
"Anything special in mind?" Pike asks as McCoy walks to his nightstand, opening the drawers.
"Only this right now," McCoy says and shows the vibrating anal toy in his hand.
Pike inhales sharply as McCoy crouches behind him with lube and toy in hand, but the doc doesn't directly apply anything, only lies down behind him and takes him into an embrace. Strong hands caress his chest, stroke through his curly chest hair, slipping deeper for a moment. Then one hand moves away, doing something behind Pike's back.
"You've got the toy quite close," the doc's voice whispers. "Do you like it?"
"Yes," Pike replies just as quietly. He's not really surprised when the hand comes back slick and cool, and he angles his upper leg up for making more room.
"Do you think of me when you slip it in?" McCoy asks a little rough, and edges a first finger into Pike's ass.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Do you think of the scene we had, when I tied you up with your own belt?"
Pike screws his eyes shut as the memories flood him and mix with the feeling of a second finger in his ass.
"Not only, but yes."
"Do you remember how I fucked you with the toy in your ass?"
"How could I forget that…" Pike arches as McCoy's fingers start fucking him, in and out and in, a little deeper each time.
"You know I'm going to do that again today. First it's my fingers, then it's the toy. And in the end, I'll fuck you while it's still in your ass." It's four fingers now, and Pike feels deliciously spread open, his hands curling around McCoy's arm that holds him and cushions his head.
"You're so wide and hot," McCoy mutters, then pulls the fingers away. They are substituted by the toy seconds later, which easily slips into Pike's ass. It's when McCoy turns it on that the effect is really there, and then it's suddenly mind-blowing for a second before it's tuned to a more bearable, low-pulsing level again.
"You stay here, hands off all body parts. No going anywhere. Think you can do that?" McCoy asks.
Pike nods. "Yes. I'll do fine."
"Good."
Pike doesn't do as good as he's supposed to, considering that he can't really keep his hand off his dick because it's so hard and aching and fucking itching. Being alone also gives his thoughts too much room to drift to the other couple, and he starts wondering what they're doing, if Jim's still licking her, if they're fucking, if Dael fucks Jim — now that's a vision that's surprisingly hot, for all the hang-ups that Pike has regarding sharing her with anyone. The vibration's rhythm suddenly changes, getting more irregular and intense, and he rolls onto his back with a groan, cursing the doc a little.
"I suck at subbing," he throws at McCoy when the man returns, which earns him an answering grin. Pike watches the doc undressing, finally.
"Had fun?" McCoy asks.
"Not really."
"Good." McCoy sits down, one hand stroking the blooming erection. "Yeah, look at it. You're going to suck it."
"Am I?" Pike says a little defiantly but licks his lips anyway.
"I'm nice, you get the choice of position. You can get down on your knees or you sit down on the bed and I stand up."
"I'm not an invalid," Pike mutters a little annoyed, and slips down to the floor to kneel between McCoy's spread thighs.
The taste of the precum goes down right between Pike's legs, giving his erection a twinge. The doc's dick is beautiful in his mouth, strong and pulsing, filling his senses as he works on it. He puts his lips and tongue to best possible use, sucking up and down its length, at times letting is slip out of his mouth to lick the slit, teasing some more precum out of it. From the slight shaking of McCoy's thighs, Pike can feel the effect of his actions, and he does his best to bring McCoy to the brink of orgasm, taking a tight hold of the shaft with his hand as he sucks the head in.
"Enough," McCoy says roughly, almost pushing him away. Pike places a smug kiss on the glans, then leans back on his heels.
"Come up here and lay on your back," McCoy orders, and Pike obeys, tensing as his left arm unexpectedly hits something. Turning his head, he recognizes ropes next to his shoulder.
"Doc…?" Pike asks, his breathing quickening.
"Relax, relax." McCoy leans over him, kissing along his chest, stroking his skin. "I'll be good, promise. Please, let me do it."
The touches are a fest to Pike's senses, adding another layer to the heat that's pooling in his whole body, but his brain is suddenly working too well, having woken up in shock over the suggestion of bondage. "Please…"
"Let me try, Chris. Let me try, and if you don't like it, I promise I'll untie you. Trust me."
Pike whimpers as the doc's lips wander down his groin, and one finger teases his ass. "I hate the idea."
"Trust me, Chris." The doc settles over his erection, teasingly blowing him for a moment before he moves up again, meeting Pike's eyes fully. "I'll make it good, Chris."
"Fuck… okay."
Did he just say okay? Feeling suddenly rather disconnected from the scene, Pike watches the doc's movements, sees the hands taking the ropes, watches the loops laced around his wrists, one after the other. Finds his wrists suddenly tied to the ankles, a position that automatically spreads his thighs, knees falling a little to the sides. More ropes come into play, and his arms end up tied to the upper legs, making the position both more comfortable and more restrictive. It's surprisingly erotic and has little similarity to back then, much to Pike's relief. Experimentally he tries to move his limbs, but there's little room, especially as McCoy runs his hands along his inner thighs and knees, pushing them further apart.
"Shit," Pike mutters under his breath.
"That bad?" McCoy teases as he leans over him, hands left and right of his tied arms, nudging their erections together. He wiggles his pelvis, forcing a groan out of Pike's throat. "You like it?"
"You ass." Pike curls as McCoy's lips tug at his nipples, but is unable to keep the man away. "Don't tease me like that, it tickles!"
"I can do worse," McCoy say and settles back into a kneeling position, taking the remote control for the toy in his hand. "I could dial it up."
Pike arches as the rhythm goes from his ass right into his balls, edging along pain now that he's been kept from orgasm for so long. "F………uck."
"Soon, soon," McCoy croons and strokes along Pike's length, stimulating him further, not paying heed to any curses and pleas rolling over Pike's tongue now. Like a stranded bug, Pike is at the doc's mercy, too restricted in his movement to escape the caresses and teases. He's bathed in sweat when the doc moves over him again, his erection heavily resting against Pike's groin. Pike groans from the touch.
"You ready for my dick?" McCoy asks sweetly. "You ready to get fucked so long and hard that you'll feel it for days?"
"Promises, promises," Pike mutters, fighting for control.
"Yes, and I intend to keep them." The doc slips his tongue into Pike's mouth, squelching any further words.
"Love to see you like this," the doc murmurs when drawing back, moving one hand to get the erection all in position. Then he presses in, slowly. "Love to watch my dick disappearing in your ass. Love it how you lose it when I do this to you."
Pike couldn't argue with the point because the feel of getting filled and spread and taken into possession is enough to blow his mind to inarticulate pieces. After the long build-up having already pushed his hormones into gear, this is the action that tips it all over. With McCoy's arms around his tied thighs, he's kept in position all through the ride, only able to lay back and enjoy it. Time slows, time speeds up — time is all and now and he's totally submerged into his feelings, the way his body trembles, his mind reels. He barely feels the doc coming, so far away is he, and when he follows swiftly thanks to a hand on his dick, all goes bright like a nova, then blank like space.
When Pike comes back to reality, the doc just removes the toy, then cleans him and unties his legs and arms, but he's obviously not given his freedom back right away. "Doc?" he whispers nervously as McCoy brings his wrists close in front of his eyes and ties them together again.
"You could unlace it if you really want to, Chris." McCoy gently strokes his cheek. "But it should show you that you're still out of responsibility. Lay back and sleep a little, you can barely keep your eyes open."
True to the doc's diagnosis, Pike is so exhausted that sleep comes quickly. When he wakes up again, he's disoriented for a moment before he remembers where he is — and what had happened before he fell sleep. The memories bring an instant heat back to his ass, and he rubs his face against his arms before he opens his eyes again, only now noticing the quiet figure in the chair opposite to the bed
"Dael?" Pike mutters. She looks at him, and he's suddenly very aware of his tied wrists. Fuck.
"The doc wanted me to stay with you for a moment." She slips from the stool and goes down on one knee in front of the bed, her gaze on his wrists. Apologetic thoughts run through his mind — it had to be quite a divergence from the image she'd like to have of him, and he thinks about how Jim still keeps away from this aspect of his personality whenever he could.
"It's hot," she says unexpectedly, and places one hand on the ropes. "I sometimes thought of this but I never dared to ask." She closes her hand around the bondage and pushes his hands above his head.
"To have you at my beck and call…" she says, leaning over to kiss him, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. She tastes different to normal, and he tries hard to ignore it. "All for me to take."
"You'd like that?" he asks throatily, not completely sure whether he'd be really ready for that with her.
Dael doesn't answer, just runs her hand over his chest.
"What does he have that Jim doesn't?" she asks, and he needs a moment to wrap his diverted mind around the question.
"A sense of entitlement," he says with his eyes on her, trying to figure out her reaction. "He doesn't really ask. He doesn't need to."
"Would I have to ask?" she wonders aloud, her hand slipping deeper. He's inhaling sharply as she cradles his rather sensitive member through the blanket. She's less careful than usual, more claiming.
Maybe. No.
Her hand moves deeper, nudging against his asshole. He curls into the touch with a sigh, spreading his slightly folded legs. "Does it hurt?" Her voice is clinically cool now, which makes it all the hotter. "Did he fuck you raw?"
"A little. Yes."
"One day, I want to be the one to fuck you like this."
He laughs breathlessly but it turns into another moan as she leans forward to lick his nipple, teasing it with tongue and teeth. When the doc returns, his body is really unhappy as she swiftly withdraws with a last kiss on his lips.
"Another day," she says gently. She nods towards the doc and leaves the room.
"So — she liked it?" McCoy sits down next to him and pulls aside the blanket, then settles one steady hand on Pike's rekindled erection. "Interesting how people can surprise us."
"You set us up intentionally," Pike accuses him.
"I only thought it's worth a try, passing you into her care. Guess I had the right hunch."
McCoy changes position, kneeling over Pike's body and pushing his legs apart. "All ready for another round?" he asks. "Heaven knows I am." The heavy erection pushing against Pike's groin is more than proof of that.
"While I might change my thoughts about bondage after today, I'd still prefer to be untied now," Pike says. He's glad as McCoy adheres to his suggestion without further question. When his hands are free, he strokes McCoy's face, feeding him two fingers.
"Make love to me, doc," he whispers and runs his hands from McCoy's muscular back down to the hot ass, gripping it hard to draw them together.
*
They all meet in the kitchen later, driven by the need to reconnect and sheer, simple hunger.
"The fridge is full, but I'm not really in the mood for any of it," Pike states with a gaze at said furniture. At his side, McCoy nods in agreement.
"So let's go out for a midnight snack," Kirk says. He's leaning against the table, while Dael is sitting on a chair on its other side, a little distanced. Pike doesn't know how to interpret their body language, so when they're on their way through the lightly illuminated streets to the restaurant, he joins Dael's side and separates her from the others to talk to her in private for a moment.
"Everything okay?" he asks quietly. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, we did," she answers, blushing a little. "I hope you had a good time too."
"Yes." He feels his own cheeks warming. They've never had sex with others while in the same apartment, and it's strange once he really starts to think about it, so he tries to avoid that.
"I thought I knew them from the vids and chats, but it's been a very limited view on them," she says thoughtfully. "I like them better in reality."
"Both?"
"Yes." Dael gives him an upswept gaze. "I don't have anything against the doctor. He just doesn't know what to do with me."
"He thinks you're way too young for me, but I hope that once he gets to know you better, you'll be fine."
She stops him in a dark corner. "The doctor and I don't have to be fine with each other. As long as you are fine with him, I don't have a problem at all." She caresses his cheek. "You see him so rarely, I want you to enjoy your time with him."
He leans forward, pressing a kiss on her forehead. "You're fantastic, do you know that?" he rasps, trying to keep the strong surge of emotions out of his voice.
"I try to be," she says softly.
Pike keeps her in an embrace for another moment, running his fingers through her hair, before they get back to walking. The other two had been waiting for them at the next street corner, looking a bit relieved when it becomes obvious that Pike and Dael hadn't fought. Dael joins Kirk's side, and McCoy and Pike follow them.
"All fine?" McCoy says under his breath, and Pike nods with a smile.
"Yes, absolutely." He hooks his arm into the doc's, enjoying the warmth of his lover's body that seeps through the thin jacket. "Let's get something to eat and then go back home. The night is still young and there are so many things I'd like to do to you," Pike whispers.
"We've got a few more nights," McCoy says amused.
"Never enough," Pike replies.
"True," McCoy says after a noticeable pause, but before Pike can consider what they'd both really said, they arrive at his preferred Italian restaurant. He's never been here with Dael; Pike actually likes their domesticity and the cooking they do for each other. Right now, however, it's inconvenient as the gazes of the personnel are a little confounded when coming face to face with her tattoos. They're polite, true, but they're also significantly less eager than usual to serve their table, until Pike gets up and has a word with the owner.
After that, the service is on its usual top level.
They all address the food heartily, even Dael eating a little more than usual before moving her small pizza aside.
"You're already finished?" Kirk asks, curiously eying the barely diminished pizza.
"Yes."
"Fine," he says and pulls her food over to him, pushing his own, already empty plate to the side. "What, Bones?" Kirk says and arches his brows at the doc. "I'm just hungry. Sex is sport when well-done."
Pike purses his lips and gazes down on his own pizza, considering the statement a little sullenly. It might've come from his own mouth in the past but as he'd just spent most of the evening on his back as a handy fuck toy, he probably should've ordered salad only.
"Sex is sex, and sport is sport," McCoy says with an eye-roll. "Otherwise, you could've had participated in the Olympic Games after your first year at the academy, after all the sex you had." The couple engages in a little discussion about the actual numbers, their exchange sounding as it's already become a ritual, a story regularly told at round tables with friends.
"And after the second year, you could've participated," Kirk states smugly at last. "Because of all the sex you had with me."
"Cocky bastard," McCoy mutters.
"Love you too," Kirk says sweetly, reaching over the table to clasp his husband's hand, which McCoy grants him grudgingly.
Pike hides the grin that's spreading on his face by finishing his meal. The moody moment has passed, his former light-heartedness is largely restored. He pays for them all, although his men protest, and then they're back on the street for the walk home.
Keeping closely to McCoy's side, Pike indulges in thoughts of what they could do later, so McCoy's words hit him out of the blue.
"You know Dael has got an eating disorder?"
Pike stares at him. "She doesn't eat a lot, true. It's a habit — there was a time in her past when it was safer for her not to look like a woman. But it'll go away."
McCoy shakes his head. "No way. It might have started as a habit or a defense mechanism, but it's as likely to go away as your brain blackouts are. She's borderline malnourished. It's a wonder that SFM doesn't intervene."
"She's got a kind of wildcard, for all I know," Pike states, earning a deep frown from McCoy.
"Does she even have her period?"
"Doc!" Pike halts his steps. "That's way out of line."
McCoy smiles a little. "You don't know. That likely means she doesn't menstruate because I can tell you, straight men learn fast about that. You know that this isn't good for her, right?"
"It's definitely not something I want to discuss with you," Pike states sourly. "And I'd ask you not to speak with Dael about it either. I know she's thinking about the eating problem once in a while, but the few times I said something about it, she made it clear it's not something she wants to discuss."
"I see," McCoy says, his intense gaze cornering Pike.
"I keep an eye on her, and she eats more since she's been in rehab with me."
"If that's more, I don't want to know how little she ate before that." McCoy shakes his head. "Hell, she's not my patient but I can't help noticing such details."
"Diagnosis taken, doctor," Pike says, slipping some of his authority into the statement to end this discussion.
"Good," McCoy replies clipped, and they proceed on their way, a little more apart than before.
*
The slight tension of their disagreement keeps lingering, and in what is possibly some kind of subconscious, cheap revenge, once they're at home and in the living-room, Pike shifts more of his momentary interest to Dael. He can see it hurts McCoy, and hates himself a little for it. His bad conscience catches up with him when the doc suddenly gets up and walks out. In a swift motion and with a short apology, Pike untangles from the others and follows his lover.
The doc is at the fridge, getting a beer out.
"I'm sorry," Pike says, putting a hand on his arm. McCoy jerks around, having been oblivious of his approach.
"Sorry? Don't know what you're sorry for. She's your woman, after all." McCoy breaks the beer open, taking a deep gulp.
"And you're my man, and I behaved like an ass."
"For spending time with her?" McCoy laughs roughly. "It's my own damn problem, not yours."
"I was annoyed with you and made you suffer for it, and I am sorry for that." Pike pulls him into an embrace, overcoming the doc's slight reluctance. "I know that you're jealous and played you off by it."
"Yes, I am," the doc whispers against his neck. "It's stupid because I wanted you to find someone on Earth, to not be alone all the time. But I wish… fuck."
Pike grabs his face and kisses him hard, trying to shut up the words and the thoughts, making him stop with the what-ifs that they both can't and don't want to change. There are their feelings, and there's reality, and it's not fully compatible but right now it doesn't matter, because they're both here.
His tongue still firmly ravishing McCoy's mouth, Pike slips one hand down the doc's body, opening his pants. It elicits a gasp from the doc, and another moan as his fingers dive into the spreading fly, palming the growing erection. "Get hard for me," Pike whispers as he's pulling back from the kiss for a moment. "Give it to me, doc."
It's almost a whine that's rising from the depths of McCoy's chest, and hands clutch hard at him as Pike starts stroking the erection for real.
"Yes, yes — oh Chris, damn, yes…"
The doc's writhing under his administrations when Pike decides to move forward. He gets down on his knees, swallowing the erection in whole without preamble, unwilling to give McCoy any break.
Strongly holding the doc's hips in his grip, Pike deep-throats his lover, his lips tightly holding onto the strong flesh. McCoy's hands are buried in his hair, fingertips tensely pressing onto his head. Strangled noises reach his ears, adding to the sucking sounds.
At last, a stuttered moan, "Chris, stop, I want… "
Pike slightly withdraws. "What do you want?" he says heavily breathing, his hands firmly on the dick. Damn, he wants the doc so much.
"Take me, Chris. Right here, over the table." Make me yours, is what he doesn't say, but Pike hears it anyway.
"Yes," he rasps and gets up, ignoring the slight ache in his legs. There's little finesse and all raw want as he shoves McCoy over the table and pulls his pants down, then undoes his own pants. They'd do sweet and lazy later again, but not now – now he wants to feel and take and prove his man that he still wants him.
"Want you, doc. Want you, always," Pike whispers and drags his own hard, leaking member across the inviting ass cheeks. There's lube somewhere and he slaps it into his hand, stroking his dick, pushing a finger into the ready, well-trained hole.
McCoy pushes back against him in another whimper. "Fuck me, come on."
Words die as Pike pushes in, dragging McCoy's hips back against his own, holding the man tightly as he starts fucking him. Maybe claiming would be a better word, because that's what he does. Pike has never felt that much need to do it and if he'd have the choice right now, free choice for who'd stay with him forever, he wouldn't know who to choose but McCoy might well be the one he'd settle for. He fucks harder because goddamn, he doesn't want to start thinking either, maudlin pondering suddenly framing the reality of him nailing McCoy against his kitchen table, clawing his hands into the body in front of him so hard that he leaves scratches. McCoy's hands clamp the table's edge, giving him leverage to press back against Pike, holding his own in this strange fight. There's the sound of flesh against flesh, slapping in sync with the squeal of the table legs on the floor and the tingle of their belt buckles against the jeans. Then they're suddenly close and want this, want it now, no waiting because waiting would mean time to think and —
"Fuck…" Pike comes, and the orgasm is like a wave of aggression cursing through him, blinding emotions topped by a gut-wrenching need for possessing. He keeps cursing as he rides out the climax, keeping his unyielding hold onto the doc's body. He comes back to the world half-lying over McCoy's back, his hands stroking his lover's shoulders and arms. He wonders faintly if the doc had come and decides he probably had, giving from the slowing breathing and the stillness of his form.
Fuck, his legs are all but gone. It's a miracle he's still standing. He makes an unsteady step backwards, glad when he finds a chair behind him to sit down.
McCoy moves up from the table, only to sink down on his knees in front of Pike, resting his forehead against Pike's trembling left thigh. For a little while, they just sit like this, nobody saying a word.
"You okay?" McCoy says at last, looking up at him.
"Yes. Just exhausted," Pike says.
"I know what you mean." McCoy smiles. "Let's go to bed. It's late enough."
When they move into the main bedroom, they find the others already lying in bed, blinking at them from sleepy eyes. They slip into bed with them and usher the younger members of their foursome back to sleep before falling asleep in each other's arms too.
*
It's already close to midday when Pike gets up from an empty bed. He drinks half a bottle of juice and takes a shower, enjoying the dreamy flow of the warm water over his head and shoulders. He's glad they let him sleep for so long but at the same time feels strangely lonely, left behind. Whenever any of them is around him, it's like an incredible cocoon of love and caring and he's getting addicted to it. Of course it's only a transient state, a momentary highlight, but right now his whole self latches onto the chance to be a part of this incredible experience.
Hiding the knee protectors under black slacks as his only clothes, he pads bare-foot into the kitchen.
"I thought I'd have a snack —" Pike starts as he finds Dael sitting at the kitchen table concentrated cutting some vegetables, but words leave him as she turns and his eyes run down her body. She wears nothing but the strap-on, her dick fully enlarged and bobbing between her slim thighs.
Fuck.
"Had fun?" he says throatily, though not sure if he wants to hear details.
"Not yet," she replies and puts aside the knife before fully turning on her seat with a dare in her eyes, her naked feet hooked into the wooden bars of the chair.
He doesn't need another invitation to walk straight over to her and go down on his knees. For a moment, he caresses her chest tattoos, following their lines down to her groin; then he bends forward and takes her dick into his mouth.
It's not made of flesh, it's not a real dick and never would be, but it's her dick and damn, he'd missed this. She groans as he deep-throats her again and again, running his lips tightly over the skin, teasing the glans with his tongue. He laces his hands around her spread thighs, holding her legs half for control, half for better balance. One of her hands is in his hair, stroking his head encouragingly but without pressure. He's working on her as if his life depends on it and she pays it off by the fucking best sounds he'd ever gotten out of her, sweet hot moans and pleas. She's more vocal than in the past, and while he'd like to think it's all been his good work, Kirk probably had contributed to this too. The thought only spurs him on to be even better, and so he doesn't stop before she's not come once but twice, at last hanging on the edge of the seat in a mushy heap, one arm on the table to keep herself from falling, the other around his neck, riding out her last throes deep in his mouth.
"Christopher, Christopher," she whispers, and, "Love you," and these words turn out to be much-needed balm to his soul, healing any emotional fissure he'd suffered over the last days.
It's so worth it.
He lets her dick free with a last lick, then crouches higher so that he could kiss her groin. "Love you too, Dael, wonderful darling. Love you." Closing his eyes, he rests his temple against her stomach, enjoying the feel of her hands on him, the way she runs her fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.
"Anything I can do for you?" she asks.
"Not yet," he replies and smiles, rubbing his nose against her soft skin. The afternoon would be long, they have time.
When they move apart at last, his legs are wobbly and unsteady when he gets up. He's glad when she gives him a hand for the way to the living room, where the other two sit closely together on the couch, McCoy's arm around Kirk's shoulder. From their state of complete undress and their flushed bodies and hard erections, they must have had a good time too. Seeing the newcomers, they untangle and get up.
"Had a good time?" McCoy asks as he stands in front of Pike, placing a stabilizing arm around Pike's hip when Dael unlaces from their embrace with a last kiss.
"So far, yes," Pike says. McCoy's eyes are darker than usual, the gaze full of desire, the grip around his hip definitely one of claiming.
Pike knows what he wants, but he needs to make sure that they're all on the same page. He turns his head towards Dael, finding her forehead to forehead to Kirk with eyes closed, hands in a quiet dance over each other's bodies.
"They're fine," McCoy whispers in his ear. "Let's go."
It's not the weakness in his legs that makes Pike give in and follow McCoy to the main bedroom, nor tiredness as he lets himself be undressed and put down in the middle of the bed. It's a wonderful, warm feeling of surrender that's coming more and more easily when he's with McCoy, that has little to do with kinky scenes and much more with trust and love and a bunch of other things Pike can't or doesn't want to pinpoint. It's a bit like on that one morning when Kirk had been climbing, but back then they had switched around – right now Pike is well aware that McCoy takes charge of him, again, without the need for ropes and toys.
Or at least, that's how it is through half the love-making, until Pike lays boneless on his stomach, the doc's fingers deep inside of him in a torturously slow foreplay that makes his balls ache — as if they didn't after Dael already — and the doc leans over and whispers, "I wish I could have that forever, chain you to my bed like that and keep you."
"Sounds like a plan," Pike mutters easily, his brain mostly offline.
McCoy pulls out, making Pike groan a little. "I don't think you mean it," the doc says and lays down next to him, face to face. "But I've bought something a while ago and I'd like to use it on you, just for now."
"Huh?" Pike opens his eyes, a little surprised from the proclamation. He watches the doc turn around and get something from the nightstand. It's a metal collar, maybe one centimeter in height, with a lock in front.
It's the kind of collar Pike had used on other people in the past, but the idea of having one around his own neck is suddenly a damn challenge. It must have shown in his eyes, because McCoy soothingly adds, "It's not imprinted to me, there are old-fashioned locks with keys coming with it. And don't think I'd want to keep you away from the others. I'd just… love to claim you for a moment. Jim knows." McCoy gently kisses Pike's face, stroking his neck. "If you say no, it's okay. No hurt feelings. But I'd really love to do it."
No hurt feelings — as if.
Pike is aware of the various underlying competitions that are going on in their foursome, the plain way Jim and he compete about Dael, the subdued way Dael and the doc compete about him; the only reason why there's no obvious competition between Jim and him about McCoy is that Jim has pulled himself out of the equation almost from the start, giving the two of them a lot of space despite the package deal. It's an incredible gift from Jim, and he's not as good in putting his own feelings aside for another person's fun — he can admit that thinking of Jim having sex with Dael still makes him itch, and he doubts that Dael would like seeing McCoy's collar on him.
"No showing off," Pike says at last. "No parading around."
McCoy nods. "Just between you and me."
The metal is cool as it nudges against his skin, and Pike swallows as McCoy locks the collar, the sound overly loud and final.
"Thank you," McCoy rasps and pulls him into a deep kiss. "Thank you so much for your trust." Pike shivers, the action and the words suddenly piling a heap of emotions onto him for which he doesn't feel ready.
"Doc —"
"You want to get rid of it, you just tell me," McCoy says, cupping his face. "Really, Chris. Tell me when it's too much. I want you to enjoy it. It's not supposed to be a hardship."
No, it's just supposed to be a claiming of ownership.
It actually is too much, but Pike isn't the man to turn tail right away; at least he'd give it a try for a little while. With serious effort he forces himself to get back into the relaxed sensation of just a moment ago. It helps that the doc is just as considerate and loving as before; it doesn't really feel as if anything big changed between them and still — it's the symbol that rests tangibly against Pike's neck that makes all the difference.
It all clicks into place when the doc finally, finally enters him, gentle and still claiming, moving with self-assurance and ease and an incredible self-control. Never before has Pike felt in the depths of his guts how it is to be another person's center, another person's deepest desire, but now it's being pushes into him, just when he's at his most open and vulnerable, and it's a mind-blowing realization and also a tiny bit of gazing into hell. Because right now he would do anything for the doc, would yield to every order not because of any power play but because he's helpless in the face of the emotions that come across, the doc's incredibly deep love and commitment that blow him away, no defenses left.
"You're all mine," McCoy whispers, eyes brilliant and bright, warm fingers stroking along Pike's neck, tugging the collar. "All mine," he repeats with every tilt of his hips, every deep stroke that forces yet another moan out of Pike, and at last the yes, yes, yes from the bottom of his heart, and they come together without any stimulation on Pike's dick, riding their orgasm out with limbs clamped around each other in wild abandon.
The world returns to Pike, and it's changed and he's not sure what he's supposed to do now.
"Wait a second," McCoy says and removes the collar without asking, leaving Pike both strangely bare and strangely relieved.
"I — I need to go to the toilet," Pike says and rolls out of bed, but his legs just falter beneath him. He lands with his back against the frame, shaking all over from the lingering adrenaline rush of this unbelievable orgasm and the shock of finding himself robbed of his motion control.
"Damn, you hurt?" The doc is instantly at his side, taking him into an embrace. "Let me help you."
"No," Pike says, a little too roughly. "No. I'm fine. Just give me a second."
McCoy suddenly looks defeated. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have —"
"No." Pike pulls him close. "Don't be sorry. It was incredible. Thank you." He kisses the doc's face, trying to ease the frown off the forehead and get back the happy glow that there's been there only seconds before, feeling a little guilty for having killed it. "I wasn't ready for this but I'll manage."
"Told you to say stop," McCoy mutters against his chin, the doc's hands stroking down his sides.
"I didn't want to stop. I just didn't know whether I wanted it to go on either at times." Pike releases the embrace enough to meet McCoy's eyes. "You're the worst man I met in my life."
McCoy twists his lips. "That's supposed to be a compliment?"
"Yes. The worst in terms of beating me at my own game."
"This isn't a game," McCoy states.
Pike runs his fingers over McCoy's face, the deepening frown on it. "All of life is a game."
The doc rolls his eyes. "Remind me not to discuss philosophy with you."
"Okay."
They sit in silence for a moment, until McCoy clears his throat. "You still want to go to the bathroom?"
"Badly," Pike admits. "Care to give me a hand?" McCoy helps him to the toilet and into the shower, cleaning them both efficiently. Then the doc rubs him dry and brings him back to the bed.
Although Pike tries not to get nervous about his currently weak control over his legs, he's tensing when McCoy leaves and quickly returns with his tricorder. The doc runs a scan, muttering some things under his breath but smiling at last.
"Guess we outfucked you," the doc states a little smugly. "But not a problem that shouldn't be able to get fixed with some good food and sleep."
"Glad to hear that." Pike closes his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands. Deep inside his body, the orgasm from fifteen minutes ago still seems to reverberate back and forth like an echo, something he's never experienced before. Frankly, he mostly wants to lie down again, spread his legs and have the doc go another round with him, taking him again and again until he's really done, until the last bit of the arousal that's been building over the day is burned out.
But not being a mind reader, McCoy is dressing up and Pike doesn't stop him. During the scene, Pike might have felt ready to beg McCoy on his knees for something, but that submissive mindset has passed. They're going back to normal — whatever normal is between them, after this — and he's okay with it. Once he's back in knee protectors and slacks, he accepts McCoy's support for the way to the kitchen, where the other two had begun the lunch preparation together, still undressed and from the way their bodies are decorated with food, still in fooling-around mode. At least Dael is out of her dick, for which Pike is grateful.
The youngsters — as Pike sometimes calls them in his head — take a shower, and then they settle down at the ready table at last, Pike flanked by McCoy and Dael, opposite to Jim.
"As the one in charge of our terribly delayed lunch today, for which I take full responsibility, allow me to raise my voice — to yet another wonderful day," Kirk toasts, and all lift their glasses. They sparkle in the light of the room, three with the dark glow of red wine, Pike's own with the subdued gold of apple juice. "I'd like to say that I cannot put into words how much I love all of you. My wonderful husband, my wonderful Admiral, and the wonderful new addition to our round, Dael." Kirk adds a few words in Romulan that leave Dael blushing. Pike decides to ask her later for the translation.
"There have been moments in which I've been nervous, wondering what would await us on Earth, whether we'd still have a place in Chris' heart —" McCoy nods to these words — "but none of my fears have come true, and I want to thank you all so much for this. Thank you." Kirk's eyes are gleaming bright as they all cheer and clink glasses.
"Jim —" Pike says in his authoritative voice, and is a little pleased that it still works on the captain — "come over to me."
With a nervous grin, Kirk walks around the table until he's face to face with Pike.
"I wish I'd find the right words, but I'm a little brain-dead, so let me thank you this way —" Closing one hand around Kirk's head, he pulls him into deep kiss.
"Dammit, Chris," Kirk mutters with something close to a sniffle.
"Great idea," McCoy says and pulls his husband and captain around. "Thank you, Jim. Love you so much," he says before claiming Kirk's lips.
"Love you too. You're all killing me." Kirk wipes a finger over his face.
"Jim —" Dael says and beckons Kirk close. "Thank you for your acceptance and support," she says before kissing him, and it's less the depth of the kiss than a certain glow on her face afterwards that tells Pike that Dael is more than a little in love with Jim. But he's really much too happy and in love with all of them to feel jealous right now; they all belong together, each claiming the other for a short moment before moving on again, finding back into their center, their circle. He's not sure how he managed to end here, but it's quite perfect and round.
And if he doesn't get to eat something right now, he'll probably fall from his chair and die, and so Pike starts putting food on his plate, heartily addressing the interesting mix the two had created.
*
Onto part 4
Rating: NC-17; warnings: kinky, queer, mixed poly relationship with large age difference
Word count: this part 8.100, complete 60.000 words
Direct links to part 1 - part 2 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7
*
They have dinner together, the increasing erotic tension between them all like static energy in the air, but they bravely keep from outright launching onto each other through dinner and a round of espressos that they imbibe in the living room. Of course, the couples are sitting damn close now and hands are straying in a way that would be very improper in public, but somehow nobody seems to be inclined to make the first step that would send them all spiraling down into mind-blowing sex.
When Pike carries the espresso cups away, he isn't surprised when Kirk follows him into the kitchen.
"Chris… we need to talk. About Dael."
"There's nothing to talk about," Pike says and puts the cups into the dishwasher. "I know that you're attracted to each other, so go ahead. I'm fine with it."
Pike's answer doesn't seem to be enough, as Kirk still draws closer, leaning against the sideboard.
"I talked a lot to her during your coma and rehab," Kirk says quietly. "She's great. She'll keep all your secrets like a treasure; listens to them and then buries them so deep down that nobody else will ever get to them. She doesn't share easily, but she shared some stories with me, and I know it's a gift. We've got a lot in common, and she's become important to me. But if you want me to keep away from her, just say it. You're more important to me, Chris, and I don't want to ruin anything between us. When you say stop, we'll stop."
"I can't say stop, and I won't. How much of a hypocrite would I be if I told her that I'd be with you but she wouldn't be allowed?" Pike straightens his back, trying to get rid of the sudden tension in his shoulder muscles. "I don't own her. She's her own person. We're both free to see others."
"She's your lover, Chris." Kirk gives him a glance from blue eyes. "Your live-in partner. Did you even talk to her about me?"
"I don't need to, and I won't." Pike turns to the fridge and pours himself a glass of orange juice to give himself a moment of time.
"I know that you don't really like to talk about relationship issues, but that's a bit strong."
Pike shrugs, turning around and leading against the counter, cradling the glass in his hand. "Even if I hadn't noted your connection before, the diorama made everything clear to me."
Kirk blushes a little. "That obvious, huh? When we thought about doing something like that, I really needed to make something for her too, to show her that some people care."
Pike empties the glass and puts it aside. "Jim, do me a favor."
"Yes?" Kirk asks alerted.
"When we go back inside, you make her happy and I make the doc happy and we'll all be good."
Kirk eyes him with a strange smile. "I could almost believe you don't have a problem with that. Almost."
"And stop getting complicated on me," Pike adds without bothering to answer Kirk's statement and pulls him into a kiss.
"Though there's one thing…" Pike has never set a limit on Dael's sexual activities, and there's no such thing between the three men either, but this one act is important enough to him to break that unspoken rule.
"Tell me, please."
"Her ass belongs to me."
"Means exactly what?" Kirk asks.
"No fucking, no fingering. Her ass is all mine."
"Fine." It's almost as if Kirk is relieved about Pike having said something, set some limit between the two.
"And now — be good to her," Pike says, cupping Kirk's face. "She deserves it." He kisses him again, drawing his tongue over Kirk's inviting lips, dipping his tongue in just a bit.
"Yes," Kirk says when they part, eyes shining bright.
They walk back to the living room, hands loosely linked. Both McCoy and Dael critically eye them, but relax when they split up, Pike sitting down next to McCoy with one possessive arm around the doc's shoulders, and Jim sitting down next to Dael, curling around her.
All good? McCoy's gaze asks, and Pike smiles and pulls the doc closer. It doesn't take long before they're making out, hands groping whatever they could latch upon until they're half out of clothes. It's good enough that Pike almost forgets their seat neighbors, at least until he can see Dael slipping deeper, Kirk moving down to the floor.
Oh shit.
He's going to give her head, and Pike's got no doubt that Jim will be fan-fucking-tastic, much better than he is at the same task, and of course Dael starts making these gorgeous little noises and —
"Look at me," McCoy's voice comes in, and he turns his head to find the doc kneeling between his legs. "Only look at me," McCoy says and then swallows his dick, all of it until the glans bumps against the back of McCoy's throat. Pike breathlessly watches the beautiful show until the heat in his groin is unbearable, his balls aching. He's so ready for orgasm when McCoy suddenly withdraws with a small slurp and a last kiss on his dick.
Pike groans. "Damn, doc…"
"Shhh, we've got time. I'm going to make it really good for you."
The doc starts undressing him for real, taking away his shirt, pulling down his slacks. When the fingers go for his knee protectors, Pike gets a little nervous, but McCoy gently strokes down his legs, a silent promise that he'd take care of everything. Pike believes him.
"Come with me."
Pike manages to barely give a glance at the others when McCoy pulls him up from the couch, so he doesn't see much besides two rather laced bodies. The doc is still fully clothed, and that brings up memories that only intensify as McCoy leads Pike into the main bedroom and orders him onto his large bed.
"Anything special in mind?" Pike asks as McCoy walks to his nightstand, opening the drawers.
"Only this right now," McCoy says and shows the vibrating anal toy in his hand.
Pike inhales sharply as McCoy crouches behind him with lube and toy in hand, but the doc doesn't directly apply anything, only lies down behind him and takes him into an embrace. Strong hands caress his chest, stroke through his curly chest hair, slipping deeper for a moment. Then one hand moves away, doing something behind Pike's back.
"You've got the toy quite close," the doc's voice whispers. "Do you like it?"
"Yes," Pike replies just as quietly. He's not really surprised when the hand comes back slick and cool, and he angles his upper leg up for making more room.
"Do you think of me when you slip it in?" McCoy asks a little rough, and edges a first finger into Pike's ass.
"Yes. Yes, I do."
"Do you think of the scene we had, when I tied you up with your own belt?"
Pike screws his eyes shut as the memories flood him and mix with the feeling of a second finger in his ass.
"Not only, but yes."
"Do you remember how I fucked you with the toy in your ass?"
"How could I forget that…" Pike arches as McCoy's fingers start fucking him, in and out and in, a little deeper each time.
"You know I'm going to do that again today. First it's my fingers, then it's the toy. And in the end, I'll fuck you while it's still in your ass." It's four fingers now, and Pike feels deliciously spread open, his hands curling around McCoy's arm that holds him and cushions his head.
"You're so wide and hot," McCoy mutters, then pulls the fingers away. They are substituted by the toy seconds later, which easily slips into Pike's ass. It's when McCoy turns it on that the effect is really there, and then it's suddenly mind-blowing for a second before it's tuned to a more bearable, low-pulsing level again.
"You stay here, hands off all body parts. No going anywhere. Think you can do that?" McCoy asks.
Pike nods. "Yes. I'll do fine."
"Good."
Pike doesn't do as good as he's supposed to, considering that he can't really keep his hand off his dick because it's so hard and aching and fucking itching. Being alone also gives his thoughts too much room to drift to the other couple, and he starts wondering what they're doing, if Jim's still licking her, if they're fucking, if Dael fucks Jim — now that's a vision that's surprisingly hot, for all the hang-ups that Pike has regarding sharing her with anyone. The vibration's rhythm suddenly changes, getting more irregular and intense, and he rolls onto his back with a groan, cursing the doc a little.
"I suck at subbing," he throws at McCoy when the man returns, which earns him an answering grin. Pike watches the doc undressing, finally.
"Had fun?" McCoy asks.
"Not really."
"Good." McCoy sits down, one hand stroking the blooming erection. "Yeah, look at it. You're going to suck it."
"Am I?" Pike says a little defiantly but licks his lips anyway.
"I'm nice, you get the choice of position. You can get down on your knees or you sit down on the bed and I stand up."
"I'm not an invalid," Pike mutters a little annoyed, and slips down to the floor to kneel between McCoy's spread thighs.
The taste of the precum goes down right between Pike's legs, giving his erection a twinge. The doc's dick is beautiful in his mouth, strong and pulsing, filling his senses as he works on it. He puts his lips and tongue to best possible use, sucking up and down its length, at times letting is slip out of his mouth to lick the slit, teasing some more precum out of it. From the slight shaking of McCoy's thighs, Pike can feel the effect of his actions, and he does his best to bring McCoy to the brink of orgasm, taking a tight hold of the shaft with his hand as he sucks the head in.
"Enough," McCoy says roughly, almost pushing him away. Pike places a smug kiss on the glans, then leans back on his heels.
"Come up here and lay on your back," McCoy orders, and Pike obeys, tensing as his left arm unexpectedly hits something. Turning his head, he recognizes ropes next to his shoulder.
"Doc…?" Pike asks, his breathing quickening.
"Relax, relax." McCoy leans over him, kissing along his chest, stroking his skin. "I'll be good, promise. Please, let me do it."
The touches are a fest to Pike's senses, adding another layer to the heat that's pooling in his whole body, but his brain is suddenly working too well, having woken up in shock over the suggestion of bondage. "Please…"
"Let me try, Chris. Let me try, and if you don't like it, I promise I'll untie you. Trust me."
Pike whimpers as the doc's lips wander down his groin, and one finger teases his ass. "I hate the idea."
"Trust me, Chris." The doc settles over his erection, teasingly blowing him for a moment before he moves up again, meeting Pike's eyes fully. "I'll make it good, Chris."
"Fuck… okay."
Did he just say okay? Feeling suddenly rather disconnected from the scene, Pike watches the doc's movements, sees the hands taking the ropes, watches the loops laced around his wrists, one after the other. Finds his wrists suddenly tied to the ankles, a position that automatically spreads his thighs, knees falling a little to the sides. More ropes come into play, and his arms end up tied to the upper legs, making the position both more comfortable and more restrictive. It's surprisingly erotic and has little similarity to back then, much to Pike's relief. Experimentally he tries to move his limbs, but there's little room, especially as McCoy runs his hands along his inner thighs and knees, pushing them further apart.
"Shit," Pike mutters under his breath.
"That bad?" McCoy teases as he leans over him, hands left and right of his tied arms, nudging their erections together. He wiggles his pelvis, forcing a groan out of Pike's throat. "You like it?"
"You ass." Pike curls as McCoy's lips tug at his nipples, but is unable to keep the man away. "Don't tease me like that, it tickles!"
"I can do worse," McCoy say and settles back into a kneeling position, taking the remote control for the toy in his hand. "I could dial it up."
Pike arches as the rhythm goes from his ass right into his balls, edging along pain now that he's been kept from orgasm for so long. "F………uck."
"Soon, soon," McCoy croons and strokes along Pike's length, stimulating him further, not paying heed to any curses and pleas rolling over Pike's tongue now. Like a stranded bug, Pike is at the doc's mercy, too restricted in his movement to escape the caresses and teases. He's bathed in sweat when the doc moves over him again, his erection heavily resting against Pike's groin. Pike groans from the touch.
"You ready for my dick?" McCoy asks sweetly. "You ready to get fucked so long and hard that you'll feel it for days?"
"Promises, promises," Pike mutters, fighting for control.
"Yes, and I intend to keep them." The doc slips his tongue into Pike's mouth, squelching any further words.
"Love to see you like this," the doc murmurs when drawing back, moving one hand to get the erection all in position. Then he presses in, slowly. "Love to watch my dick disappearing in your ass. Love it how you lose it when I do this to you."
Pike couldn't argue with the point because the feel of getting filled and spread and taken into possession is enough to blow his mind to inarticulate pieces. After the long build-up having already pushed his hormones into gear, this is the action that tips it all over. With McCoy's arms around his tied thighs, he's kept in position all through the ride, only able to lay back and enjoy it. Time slows, time speeds up — time is all and now and he's totally submerged into his feelings, the way his body trembles, his mind reels. He barely feels the doc coming, so far away is he, and when he follows swiftly thanks to a hand on his dick, all goes bright like a nova, then blank like space.
When Pike comes back to reality, the doc just removes the toy, then cleans him and unties his legs and arms, but he's obviously not given his freedom back right away. "Doc?" he whispers nervously as McCoy brings his wrists close in front of his eyes and ties them together again.
"You could unlace it if you really want to, Chris." McCoy gently strokes his cheek. "But it should show you that you're still out of responsibility. Lay back and sleep a little, you can barely keep your eyes open."
True to the doc's diagnosis, Pike is so exhausted that sleep comes quickly. When he wakes up again, he's disoriented for a moment before he remembers where he is — and what had happened before he fell sleep. The memories bring an instant heat back to his ass, and he rubs his face against his arms before he opens his eyes again, only now noticing the quiet figure in the chair opposite to the bed
"Dael?" Pike mutters. She looks at him, and he's suddenly very aware of his tied wrists. Fuck.
"The doc wanted me to stay with you for a moment." She slips from the stool and goes down on one knee in front of the bed, her gaze on his wrists. Apologetic thoughts run through his mind — it had to be quite a divergence from the image she'd like to have of him, and he thinks about how Jim still keeps away from this aspect of his personality whenever he could.
"It's hot," she says unexpectedly, and places one hand on the ropes. "I sometimes thought of this but I never dared to ask." She closes her hand around the bondage and pushes his hands above his head.
"To have you at my beck and call…" she says, leaning over to kiss him, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. She tastes different to normal, and he tries hard to ignore it. "All for me to take."
"You'd like that?" he asks throatily, not completely sure whether he'd be really ready for that with her.
Dael doesn't answer, just runs her hand over his chest.
"What does he have that Jim doesn't?" she asks, and he needs a moment to wrap his diverted mind around the question.
"A sense of entitlement," he says with his eyes on her, trying to figure out her reaction. "He doesn't really ask. He doesn't need to."
"Would I have to ask?" she wonders aloud, her hand slipping deeper. He's inhaling sharply as she cradles his rather sensitive member through the blanket. She's less careful than usual, more claiming.
Maybe. No.
Her hand moves deeper, nudging against his asshole. He curls into the touch with a sigh, spreading his slightly folded legs. "Does it hurt?" Her voice is clinically cool now, which makes it all the hotter. "Did he fuck you raw?"
"A little. Yes."
"One day, I want to be the one to fuck you like this."
He laughs breathlessly but it turns into another moan as she leans forward to lick his nipple, teasing it with tongue and teeth. When the doc returns, his body is really unhappy as she swiftly withdraws with a last kiss on his lips.
"Another day," she says gently. She nods towards the doc and leaves the room.
"So — she liked it?" McCoy sits down next to him and pulls aside the blanket, then settles one steady hand on Pike's rekindled erection. "Interesting how people can surprise us."
"You set us up intentionally," Pike accuses him.
"I only thought it's worth a try, passing you into her care. Guess I had the right hunch."
McCoy changes position, kneeling over Pike's body and pushing his legs apart. "All ready for another round?" he asks. "Heaven knows I am." The heavy erection pushing against Pike's groin is more than proof of that.
"While I might change my thoughts about bondage after today, I'd still prefer to be untied now," Pike says. He's glad as McCoy adheres to his suggestion without further question. When his hands are free, he strokes McCoy's face, feeding him two fingers.
"Make love to me, doc," he whispers and runs his hands from McCoy's muscular back down to the hot ass, gripping it hard to draw them together.
*
They all meet in the kitchen later, driven by the need to reconnect and sheer, simple hunger.
"The fridge is full, but I'm not really in the mood for any of it," Pike states with a gaze at said furniture. At his side, McCoy nods in agreement.
"So let's go out for a midnight snack," Kirk says. He's leaning against the table, while Dael is sitting on a chair on its other side, a little distanced. Pike doesn't know how to interpret their body language, so when they're on their way through the lightly illuminated streets to the restaurant, he joins Dael's side and separates her from the others to talk to her in private for a moment.
"Everything okay?" he asks quietly. "Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, we did," she answers, blushing a little. "I hope you had a good time too."
"Yes." He feels his own cheeks warming. They've never had sex with others while in the same apartment, and it's strange once he really starts to think about it, so he tries to avoid that.
"I thought I knew them from the vids and chats, but it's been a very limited view on them," she says thoughtfully. "I like them better in reality."
"Both?"
"Yes." Dael gives him an upswept gaze. "I don't have anything against the doctor. He just doesn't know what to do with me."
"He thinks you're way too young for me, but I hope that once he gets to know you better, you'll be fine."
She stops him in a dark corner. "The doctor and I don't have to be fine with each other. As long as you are fine with him, I don't have a problem at all." She caresses his cheek. "You see him so rarely, I want you to enjoy your time with him."
He leans forward, pressing a kiss on her forehead. "You're fantastic, do you know that?" he rasps, trying to keep the strong surge of emotions out of his voice.
"I try to be," she says softly.
Pike keeps her in an embrace for another moment, running his fingers through her hair, before they get back to walking. The other two had been waiting for them at the next street corner, looking a bit relieved when it becomes obvious that Pike and Dael hadn't fought. Dael joins Kirk's side, and McCoy and Pike follow them.
"All fine?" McCoy says under his breath, and Pike nods with a smile.
"Yes, absolutely." He hooks his arm into the doc's, enjoying the warmth of his lover's body that seeps through the thin jacket. "Let's get something to eat and then go back home. The night is still young and there are so many things I'd like to do to you," Pike whispers.
"We've got a few more nights," McCoy says amused.
"Never enough," Pike replies.
"True," McCoy says after a noticeable pause, but before Pike can consider what they'd both really said, they arrive at his preferred Italian restaurant. He's never been here with Dael; Pike actually likes their domesticity and the cooking they do for each other. Right now, however, it's inconvenient as the gazes of the personnel are a little confounded when coming face to face with her tattoos. They're polite, true, but they're also significantly less eager than usual to serve their table, until Pike gets up and has a word with the owner.
After that, the service is on its usual top level.
They all address the food heartily, even Dael eating a little more than usual before moving her small pizza aside.
"You're already finished?" Kirk asks, curiously eying the barely diminished pizza.
"Yes."
"Fine," he says and pulls her food over to him, pushing his own, already empty plate to the side. "What, Bones?" Kirk says and arches his brows at the doc. "I'm just hungry. Sex is sport when well-done."
Pike purses his lips and gazes down on his own pizza, considering the statement a little sullenly. It might've come from his own mouth in the past but as he'd just spent most of the evening on his back as a handy fuck toy, he probably should've ordered salad only.
"Sex is sex, and sport is sport," McCoy says with an eye-roll. "Otherwise, you could've had participated in the Olympic Games after your first year at the academy, after all the sex you had." The couple engages in a little discussion about the actual numbers, their exchange sounding as it's already become a ritual, a story regularly told at round tables with friends.
"And after the second year, you could've participated," Kirk states smugly at last. "Because of all the sex you had with me."
"Cocky bastard," McCoy mutters.
"Love you too," Kirk says sweetly, reaching over the table to clasp his husband's hand, which McCoy grants him grudgingly.
Pike hides the grin that's spreading on his face by finishing his meal. The moody moment has passed, his former light-heartedness is largely restored. He pays for them all, although his men protest, and then they're back on the street for the walk home.
Keeping closely to McCoy's side, Pike indulges in thoughts of what they could do later, so McCoy's words hit him out of the blue.
"You know Dael has got an eating disorder?"
Pike stares at him. "She doesn't eat a lot, true. It's a habit — there was a time in her past when it was safer for her not to look like a woman. But it'll go away."
McCoy shakes his head. "No way. It might have started as a habit or a defense mechanism, but it's as likely to go away as your brain blackouts are. She's borderline malnourished. It's a wonder that SFM doesn't intervene."
"She's got a kind of wildcard, for all I know," Pike states, earning a deep frown from McCoy.
"Does she even have her period?"
"Doc!" Pike halts his steps. "That's way out of line."
McCoy smiles a little. "You don't know. That likely means she doesn't menstruate because I can tell you, straight men learn fast about that. You know that this isn't good for her, right?"
"It's definitely not something I want to discuss with you," Pike states sourly. "And I'd ask you not to speak with Dael about it either. I know she's thinking about the eating problem once in a while, but the few times I said something about it, she made it clear it's not something she wants to discuss."
"I see," McCoy says, his intense gaze cornering Pike.
"I keep an eye on her, and she eats more since she's been in rehab with me."
"If that's more, I don't want to know how little she ate before that." McCoy shakes his head. "Hell, she's not my patient but I can't help noticing such details."
"Diagnosis taken, doctor," Pike says, slipping some of his authority into the statement to end this discussion.
"Good," McCoy replies clipped, and they proceed on their way, a little more apart than before.
*
The slight tension of their disagreement keeps lingering, and in what is possibly some kind of subconscious, cheap revenge, once they're at home and in the living-room, Pike shifts more of his momentary interest to Dael. He can see it hurts McCoy, and hates himself a little for it. His bad conscience catches up with him when the doc suddenly gets up and walks out. In a swift motion and with a short apology, Pike untangles from the others and follows his lover.
The doc is at the fridge, getting a beer out.
"I'm sorry," Pike says, putting a hand on his arm. McCoy jerks around, having been oblivious of his approach.
"Sorry? Don't know what you're sorry for. She's your woman, after all." McCoy breaks the beer open, taking a deep gulp.
"And you're my man, and I behaved like an ass."
"For spending time with her?" McCoy laughs roughly. "It's my own damn problem, not yours."
"I was annoyed with you and made you suffer for it, and I am sorry for that." Pike pulls him into an embrace, overcoming the doc's slight reluctance. "I know that you're jealous and played you off by it."
"Yes, I am," the doc whispers against his neck. "It's stupid because I wanted you to find someone on Earth, to not be alone all the time. But I wish… fuck."
Pike grabs his face and kisses him hard, trying to shut up the words and the thoughts, making him stop with the what-ifs that they both can't and don't want to change. There are their feelings, and there's reality, and it's not fully compatible but right now it doesn't matter, because they're both here.
His tongue still firmly ravishing McCoy's mouth, Pike slips one hand down the doc's body, opening his pants. It elicits a gasp from the doc, and another moan as his fingers dive into the spreading fly, palming the growing erection. "Get hard for me," Pike whispers as he's pulling back from the kiss for a moment. "Give it to me, doc."
It's almost a whine that's rising from the depths of McCoy's chest, and hands clutch hard at him as Pike starts stroking the erection for real.
"Yes, yes — oh Chris, damn, yes…"
The doc's writhing under his administrations when Pike decides to move forward. He gets down on his knees, swallowing the erection in whole without preamble, unwilling to give McCoy any break.
Strongly holding the doc's hips in his grip, Pike deep-throats his lover, his lips tightly holding onto the strong flesh. McCoy's hands are buried in his hair, fingertips tensely pressing onto his head. Strangled noises reach his ears, adding to the sucking sounds.
At last, a stuttered moan, "Chris, stop, I want… "
Pike slightly withdraws. "What do you want?" he says heavily breathing, his hands firmly on the dick. Damn, he wants the doc so much.
"Take me, Chris. Right here, over the table." Make me yours, is what he doesn't say, but Pike hears it anyway.
"Yes," he rasps and gets up, ignoring the slight ache in his legs. There's little finesse and all raw want as he shoves McCoy over the table and pulls his pants down, then undoes his own pants. They'd do sweet and lazy later again, but not now – now he wants to feel and take and prove his man that he still wants him.
"Want you, doc. Want you, always," Pike whispers and drags his own hard, leaking member across the inviting ass cheeks. There's lube somewhere and he slaps it into his hand, stroking his dick, pushing a finger into the ready, well-trained hole.
McCoy pushes back against him in another whimper. "Fuck me, come on."
Words die as Pike pushes in, dragging McCoy's hips back against his own, holding the man tightly as he starts fucking him. Maybe claiming would be a better word, because that's what he does. Pike has never felt that much need to do it and if he'd have the choice right now, free choice for who'd stay with him forever, he wouldn't know who to choose but McCoy might well be the one he'd settle for. He fucks harder because goddamn, he doesn't want to start thinking either, maudlin pondering suddenly framing the reality of him nailing McCoy against his kitchen table, clawing his hands into the body in front of him so hard that he leaves scratches. McCoy's hands clamp the table's edge, giving him leverage to press back against Pike, holding his own in this strange fight. There's the sound of flesh against flesh, slapping in sync with the squeal of the table legs on the floor and the tingle of their belt buckles against the jeans. Then they're suddenly close and want this, want it now, no waiting because waiting would mean time to think and —
"Fuck…" Pike comes, and the orgasm is like a wave of aggression cursing through him, blinding emotions topped by a gut-wrenching need for possessing. He keeps cursing as he rides out the climax, keeping his unyielding hold onto the doc's body. He comes back to the world half-lying over McCoy's back, his hands stroking his lover's shoulders and arms. He wonders faintly if the doc had come and decides he probably had, giving from the slowing breathing and the stillness of his form.
Fuck, his legs are all but gone. It's a miracle he's still standing. He makes an unsteady step backwards, glad when he finds a chair behind him to sit down.
McCoy moves up from the table, only to sink down on his knees in front of Pike, resting his forehead against Pike's trembling left thigh. For a little while, they just sit like this, nobody saying a word.
"You okay?" McCoy says at last, looking up at him.
"Yes. Just exhausted," Pike says.
"I know what you mean." McCoy smiles. "Let's go to bed. It's late enough."
When they move into the main bedroom, they find the others already lying in bed, blinking at them from sleepy eyes. They slip into bed with them and usher the younger members of their foursome back to sleep before falling asleep in each other's arms too.
*
It's already close to midday when Pike gets up from an empty bed. He drinks half a bottle of juice and takes a shower, enjoying the dreamy flow of the warm water over his head and shoulders. He's glad they let him sleep for so long but at the same time feels strangely lonely, left behind. Whenever any of them is around him, it's like an incredible cocoon of love and caring and he's getting addicted to it. Of course it's only a transient state, a momentary highlight, but right now his whole self latches onto the chance to be a part of this incredible experience.
Hiding the knee protectors under black slacks as his only clothes, he pads bare-foot into the kitchen.
"I thought I'd have a snack —" Pike starts as he finds Dael sitting at the kitchen table concentrated cutting some vegetables, but words leave him as she turns and his eyes run down her body. She wears nothing but the strap-on, her dick fully enlarged and bobbing between her slim thighs.
Fuck.
"Had fun?" he says throatily, though not sure if he wants to hear details.
"Not yet," she replies and puts aside the knife before fully turning on her seat with a dare in her eyes, her naked feet hooked into the wooden bars of the chair.
He doesn't need another invitation to walk straight over to her and go down on his knees. For a moment, he caresses her chest tattoos, following their lines down to her groin; then he bends forward and takes her dick into his mouth.
It's not made of flesh, it's not a real dick and never would be, but it's her dick and damn, he'd missed this. She groans as he deep-throats her again and again, running his lips tightly over the skin, teasing the glans with his tongue. He laces his hands around her spread thighs, holding her legs half for control, half for better balance. One of her hands is in his hair, stroking his head encouragingly but without pressure. He's working on her as if his life depends on it and she pays it off by the fucking best sounds he'd ever gotten out of her, sweet hot moans and pleas. She's more vocal than in the past, and while he'd like to think it's all been his good work, Kirk probably had contributed to this too. The thought only spurs him on to be even better, and so he doesn't stop before she's not come once but twice, at last hanging on the edge of the seat in a mushy heap, one arm on the table to keep herself from falling, the other around his neck, riding out her last throes deep in his mouth.
"Christopher, Christopher," she whispers, and, "Love you," and these words turn out to be much-needed balm to his soul, healing any emotional fissure he'd suffered over the last days.
It's so worth it.
He lets her dick free with a last lick, then crouches higher so that he could kiss her groin. "Love you too, Dael, wonderful darling. Love you." Closing his eyes, he rests his temple against her stomach, enjoying the feel of her hands on him, the way she runs her fingers through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp.
"Anything I can do for you?" she asks.
"Not yet," he replies and smiles, rubbing his nose against her soft skin. The afternoon would be long, they have time.
When they move apart at last, his legs are wobbly and unsteady when he gets up. He's glad when she gives him a hand for the way to the living room, where the other two sit closely together on the couch, McCoy's arm around Kirk's shoulder. From their state of complete undress and their flushed bodies and hard erections, they must have had a good time too. Seeing the newcomers, they untangle and get up.
"Had a good time?" McCoy asks as he stands in front of Pike, placing a stabilizing arm around Pike's hip when Dael unlaces from their embrace with a last kiss.
"So far, yes," Pike says. McCoy's eyes are darker than usual, the gaze full of desire, the grip around his hip definitely one of claiming.
Pike knows what he wants, but he needs to make sure that they're all on the same page. He turns his head towards Dael, finding her forehead to forehead to Kirk with eyes closed, hands in a quiet dance over each other's bodies.
"They're fine," McCoy whispers in his ear. "Let's go."
It's not the weakness in his legs that makes Pike give in and follow McCoy to the main bedroom, nor tiredness as he lets himself be undressed and put down in the middle of the bed. It's a wonderful, warm feeling of surrender that's coming more and more easily when he's with McCoy, that has little to do with kinky scenes and much more with trust and love and a bunch of other things Pike can't or doesn't want to pinpoint. It's a bit like on that one morning when Kirk had been climbing, but back then they had switched around – right now Pike is well aware that McCoy takes charge of him, again, without the need for ropes and toys.
Or at least, that's how it is through half the love-making, until Pike lays boneless on his stomach, the doc's fingers deep inside of him in a torturously slow foreplay that makes his balls ache — as if they didn't after Dael already — and the doc leans over and whispers, "I wish I could have that forever, chain you to my bed like that and keep you."
"Sounds like a plan," Pike mutters easily, his brain mostly offline.
McCoy pulls out, making Pike groan a little. "I don't think you mean it," the doc says and lays down next to him, face to face. "But I've bought something a while ago and I'd like to use it on you, just for now."
"Huh?" Pike opens his eyes, a little surprised from the proclamation. He watches the doc turn around and get something from the nightstand. It's a metal collar, maybe one centimeter in height, with a lock in front.
It's the kind of collar Pike had used on other people in the past, but the idea of having one around his own neck is suddenly a damn challenge. It must have shown in his eyes, because McCoy soothingly adds, "It's not imprinted to me, there are old-fashioned locks with keys coming with it. And don't think I'd want to keep you away from the others. I'd just… love to claim you for a moment. Jim knows." McCoy gently kisses Pike's face, stroking his neck. "If you say no, it's okay. No hurt feelings. But I'd really love to do it."
No hurt feelings — as if.
Pike is aware of the various underlying competitions that are going on in their foursome, the plain way Jim and he compete about Dael, the subdued way Dael and the doc compete about him; the only reason why there's no obvious competition between Jim and him about McCoy is that Jim has pulled himself out of the equation almost from the start, giving the two of them a lot of space despite the package deal. It's an incredible gift from Jim, and he's not as good in putting his own feelings aside for another person's fun — he can admit that thinking of Jim having sex with Dael still makes him itch, and he doubts that Dael would like seeing McCoy's collar on him.
"No showing off," Pike says at last. "No parading around."
McCoy nods. "Just between you and me."
The metal is cool as it nudges against his skin, and Pike swallows as McCoy locks the collar, the sound overly loud and final.
"Thank you," McCoy rasps and pulls him into a deep kiss. "Thank you so much for your trust." Pike shivers, the action and the words suddenly piling a heap of emotions onto him for which he doesn't feel ready.
"Doc —"
"You want to get rid of it, you just tell me," McCoy says, cupping his face. "Really, Chris. Tell me when it's too much. I want you to enjoy it. It's not supposed to be a hardship."
No, it's just supposed to be a claiming of ownership.
It actually is too much, but Pike isn't the man to turn tail right away; at least he'd give it a try for a little while. With serious effort he forces himself to get back into the relaxed sensation of just a moment ago. It helps that the doc is just as considerate and loving as before; it doesn't really feel as if anything big changed between them and still — it's the symbol that rests tangibly against Pike's neck that makes all the difference.
It all clicks into place when the doc finally, finally enters him, gentle and still claiming, moving with self-assurance and ease and an incredible self-control. Never before has Pike felt in the depths of his guts how it is to be another person's center, another person's deepest desire, but now it's being pushes into him, just when he's at his most open and vulnerable, and it's a mind-blowing realization and also a tiny bit of gazing into hell. Because right now he would do anything for the doc, would yield to every order not because of any power play but because he's helpless in the face of the emotions that come across, the doc's incredibly deep love and commitment that blow him away, no defenses left.
"You're all mine," McCoy whispers, eyes brilliant and bright, warm fingers stroking along Pike's neck, tugging the collar. "All mine," he repeats with every tilt of his hips, every deep stroke that forces yet another moan out of Pike, and at last the yes, yes, yes from the bottom of his heart, and they come together without any stimulation on Pike's dick, riding their orgasm out with limbs clamped around each other in wild abandon.
The world returns to Pike, and it's changed and he's not sure what he's supposed to do now.
"Wait a second," McCoy says and removes the collar without asking, leaving Pike both strangely bare and strangely relieved.
"I — I need to go to the toilet," Pike says and rolls out of bed, but his legs just falter beneath him. He lands with his back against the frame, shaking all over from the lingering adrenaline rush of this unbelievable orgasm and the shock of finding himself robbed of his motion control.
"Damn, you hurt?" The doc is instantly at his side, taking him into an embrace. "Let me help you."
"No," Pike says, a little too roughly. "No. I'm fine. Just give me a second."
McCoy suddenly looks defeated. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have —"
"No." Pike pulls him close. "Don't be sorry. It was incredible. Thank you." He kisses the doc's face, trying to ease the frown off the forehead and get back the happy glow that there's been there only seconds before, feeling a little guilty for having killed it. "I wasn't ready for this but I'll manage."
"Told you to say stop," McCoy mutters against his chin, the doc's hands stroking down his sides.
"I didn't want to stop. I just didn't know whether I wanted it to go on either at times." Pike releases the embrace enough to meet McCoy's eyes. "You're the worst man I met in my life."
McCoy twists his lips. "That's supposed to be a compliment?"
"Yes. The worst in terms of beating me at my own game."
"This isn't a game," McCoy states.
Pike runs his fingers over McCoy's face, the deepening frown on it. "All of life is a game."
The doc rolls his eyes. "Remind me not to discuss philosophy with you."
"Okay."
They sit in silence for a moment, until McCoy clears his throat. "You still want to go to the bathroom?"
"Badly," Pike admits. "Care to give me a hand?" McCoy helps him to the toilet and into the shower, cleaning them both efficiently. Then the doc rubs him dry and brings him back to the bed.
Although Pike tries not to get nervous about his currently weak control over his legs, he's tensing when McCoy leaves and quickly returns with his tricorder. The doc runs a scan, muttering some things under his breath but smiling at last.
"Guess we outfucked you," the doc states a little smugly. "But not a problem that shouldn't be able to get fixed with some good food and sleep."
"Glad to hear that." Pike closes his eyes, rubbing his face with his hands. Deep inside his body, the orgasm from fifteen minutes ago still seems to reverberate back and forth like an echo, something he's never experienced before. Frankly, he mostly wants to lie down again, spread his legs and have the doc go another round with him, taking him again and again until he's really done, until the last bit of the arousal that's been building over the day is burned out.
But not being a mind reader, McCoy is dressing up and Pike doesn't stop him. During the scene, Pike might have felt ready to beg McCoy on his knees for something, but that submissive mindset has passed. They're going back to normal — whatever normal is between them, after this — and he's okay with it. Once he's back in knee protectors and slacks, he accepts McCoy's support for the way to the kitchen, where the other two had begun the lunch preparation together, still undressed and from the way their bodies are decorated with food, still in fooling-around mode. At least Dael is out of her dick, for which Pike is grateful.
The youngsters — as Pike sometimes calls them in his head — take a shower, and then they settle down at the ready table at last, Pike flanked by McCoy and Dael, opposite to Jim.
"As the one in charge of our terribly delayed lunch today, for which I take full responsibility, allow me to raise my voice — to yet another wonderful day," Kirk toasts, and all lift their glasses. They sparkle in the light of the room, three with the dark glow of red wine, Pike's own with the subdued gold of apple juice. "I'd like to say that I cannot put into words how much I love all of you. My wonderful husband, my wonderful Admiral, and the wonderful new addition to our round, Dael." Kirk adds a few words in Romulan that leave Dael blushing. Pike decides to ask her later for the translation.
"There have been moments in which I've been nervous, wondering what would await us on Earth, whether we'd still have a place in Chris' heart —" McCoy nods to these words — "but none of my fears have come true, and I want to thank you all so much for this. Thank you." Kirk's eyes are gleaming bright as they all cheer and clink glasses.
"Jim —" Pike says in his authoritative voice, and is a little pleased that it still works on the captain — "come over to me."
With a nervous grin, Kirk walks around the table until he's face to face with Pike.
"I wish I'd find the right words, but I'm a little brain-dead, so let me thank you this way —" Closing one hand around Kirk's head, he pulls him into deep kiss.
"Dammit, Chris," Kirk mutters with something close to a sniffle.
"Great idea," McCoy says and pulls his husband and captain around. "Thank you, Jim. Love you so much," he says before claiming Kirk's lips.
"Love you too. You're all killing me." Kirk wipes a finger over his face.
"Jim —" Dael says and beckons Kirk close. "Thank you for your acceptance and support," she says before kissing him, and it's less the depth of the kiss than a certain glow on her face afterwards that tells Pike that Dael is more than a little in love with Jim. But he's really much too happy and in love with all of them to feel jealous right now; they all belong together, each claiming the other for a short moment before moving on again, finding back into their center, their circle. He's not sure how he managed to end here, but it's quite perfect and round.
And if he doesn't get to eat something right now, he'll probably fall from his chair and die, and so Pike starts putting food on his plate, heartily addressing the interesting mix the two had created.
*
Onto part 4
