Equilateral

Trip's eyes opened gradually, and he found himself gazing at the now-familiar bulkhead of Jon's quarters. He stretched, but just barely, not wanting to disturb anyone who still slept. His foot brushed cool, human skin, and he realized T'Pol was no longer in bed.

Trip gently sat up against the headboard, glancing toward the still sleeping Jon and noticing that the shower was running. Figures a Vulcan would rise at 5:30 am on her day off, he thought, glancing at the chronometer. In fact, they all had the day off, as the ship was being cleaned by the space dock. As a policy, no one from the ship being serviced was to be present during the work. Instead, Jon, Trip and the crew would inspect the work upon completion. Until then, only critical systems were in operation and everyone was supposed to just relax.

Jon stirred, slowly moving closer to Trip. Trip watched him slowly awaken, yawning and stretching.

"Mornin'", whispered Trip.

"Where's T'Pol?" mumbled Jon.

"Showering," replied Trip as Jon sat up.

He leaned back against the headboard, just as Trip had, and they were touching, but just barely.

"Doesn't she realize she doesn't have anywhere to go?" yawned Jon.

Without thinking, Trip let his head fall toward Jon's shoulder. The gesture felt natural, and Trip was soon using Jon as a pillow. Jon's arm snaked up and around Trip, but before embracing him, Jon glanced at him. He wanted permission, which Trip gave with an almost imperceptible nod.

Trip sunk deeper into Jon and sighed. It was still strange, being this close to him, especially when T'Pol wasn't around. But strange didn't mean bad or unnatural. In fact, part of the strangeness was how natural this had become.

"You okay?" asked Jon.

Trip smiled just a little, nodding. Jon shifted to move even closer, but he winced.

"What's the matter?" asked Trip.

"There's a knot in my back," Jon replied, moving awkwardly to try and rub the pain away. "Maybe T'Pol can try some of the Vulcan pressure stuff when she gets out of the shower."

Trip inhaled."Neuropressure. She's shown me how to do that...I think I can help."

Jon responded by giving him a funny look, but he was soon on his belly."It's the middle vertebrae," he said, skepticism evident in his voice.

Trip shifted to a more convenient position. As he did so, he instructed Jon in the proper breathing before starting to apply pressure to Jon's neural nodes.

Jon moaned in pain, but his body relaxed under Trip's fingers. Trip decided to move on to the surrounding areas.

“Those daydreams you talked about last night—“ Jon began, his voice muffled from being face-down. “What did you see?”

The directness of the question caught Trip somewhat off-guard, though he supposed he should've figured Jon would ask eventually. “Not a lot, really. Not much I could make sense of any way.” He thought for a moment. “Lots of people...T'Pol was there. We were outside. I think we were on Vulcan.”

“Were we...together?”

After an awkward hesitation, Trip answered. “Yeah.” He was vaguely uncomfortable with the discussion—not because he'd apparently tapped into T'Pol's fantasies and deepest desires, but because the conversation threatened to turn to why he'd seen them and Jon hadn't. Trip certainly didn't have any answers, and he wasn't convinced T'Pol would, either.

Jon seemed to digest this before asking, “Is that why you kissed me?”

Trip's heart quickened, and he struggled to steady hands that shook with confusion and desire. “I...I don't know.”

Trip continued his work, and when Jon shifted a little. He recognized that neuropressure had the same arousing effect on Jon that it had had on him all those months with T'Pol.

But Jon didn't need to hide his state, and instead moaned with pleasure as Trip's fingers moved deeper. He decided he would continue on to work some of the nodes in Jon's legs.

“If you move your fingers three millimeters lower, it will stimulate his pleasure centers in a most gratifying way,” said T’Pol.

With a start, Trip turned to see T'Pol eyeing him from the bathroom door, Jon's oversized robe diminishing the usual impact of her arched brow. He hadn't even heard the sound of the water stopping. He blushed. “You never showed me that," he said, but he did as he was told and his actions elicited a long, deep growl from Jon.

"Maybe you need to come on over and continue the treatments," said Trip, "since you obviously know more about this than me."

T'Pol folded her arms. "On the contrary, you have become quite skilled."

As if to punctuate that, Jon moaned, responding to what Trip knew was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Trip stared at T'Pol in amazement.

T'Pol approached them, and Trip's heart started to beat. He felt himself get aroused, though he wasn't sure if it was because of her or him—or both. It didn't matter as T'Pol gently took his hands and repositioned them on Jon's body.

Trip gazed into her eyes and pressed hard, like she had taught him before, and Jon responded.

The sound of Jon's pleasure filled his ears, and he leaned forward to kiss T'Pol. But she had stepped back, and she nodded towards Jon. It was clear what she wanted.

Trip inhaled a quick breath, and he did his best not to tremble. It was one thing, what had happened when he and Jon were alone, but T'Pol being in the room made it different. He wanted to make her happy. He was going to make her happy, but he wasn't sure if he was scared or exhilarated by the idea.

A little of both, he thought.

As though T'Pol understood his thoughts, she locked eyes with him. He saw a mixture of serenity and desire there that filled him joy. How could he not do what she wanted?

Another moan from Jon broke the moment. Trip smiled and moved his hands up to Jon's shoulders. He moved to flip Jon over, which Jon did willingly.

Jon grinned up at Trip, and the younger man leaned down and kissed him lovingly on the mouth. Jon opened his mouth to Trip's invading tongue. As the kiss continued, Trip closed his eyes and felt Jon's arms around his back.

Jon pulled Trip down on top of him, and Trip was aware of every point where their bodies touched. He ran his own hands up into Jon's hair. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that T'Pol was watching—and enjoying.

Jon groaned, and Trip recognized the agonized tone of it. In answer, he slipped his hand down and grabbed the other man's dick and began to stroke. Jon gasped and pulled him tighter.

Trip felt Jon's heart beating. He continued to stroke, hard and fast. He broke their kiss.

He looked at Jon, who was panting, with eyes closed. He wanted to make him come, give him the relief that he needed.

Jon suddenly reached out and grabbed Trip's wrist, stopping the motion.

"Not yet," he said, without opening his eyes.

Trip obeyed, letting Jon go. He looked up and saw T'Pol watching them with a mixture of Vulcan fascination and intense passion. Trip was torn. Part of him wanted to get up and pull T'Pol into the mix; part of him wanted to continue the performance.

But it was Jon who made the decision for him.

Jon grabbed Trip's shoulders and flipped him onto his back. Trip sighed and closed his eyes as Jon began to plant kisses down his chest...and lower. His best friend...his captain was about to go down on him--again. And this time, the woman he loved...his wife...their wife...was watching. And enjoying. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that. He sensed it through the connection...the connection that was between the three of them.

Trip inhaled sharply as the heat of Jon's mouth closed over him,

It just wasn’t supposed to be this right, he thought as a shiver went down his spine. He gripped the sheets next to him, for fear if he touched Jon he would hurt him accidentally.

Trip lost all coherent thought and just gave into the pleasure. Jon took his time, licking and sucking and teasing until finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Trip lost control and spilled into his mouth.

Through the dizziness and euphoria, Trip felt Jon's head against his chest. Trip put his arms around him and sighed deeply.

Trip looked down to meet Jon's eyes.

Catching his breath, he affectionately brushed away an errant strand of Jon's hair. "Turn over," he murmured hoarsely.

Smiling in anticipation, Jon rolled onto his back.

Trip climbed on top of him, his mouth descending in a deep and unhurried kiss.

Trip was getting used to it now, the taste and feel of Jon, the heat of T'Pol's gaze. He still couldn't quite look up to meet her eyes, but he pressed his tongue in Jon's mouth and explored slowly.

Jon shifted beneath him, pressing up, searching for friction against Trip's legs. Only then did Trip break the kiss to slide down his body.

He peppered kisses down Jon's taut, hard chest—so different from T'Pol's soft curves. But still beautiful.

Trip still found the sensation strange, but he sucked and licked and caressed in a way that he knew would feel good. Jon answered in a series of gasps and moans.

Trip wanted to give Jon the same pleasure Jon had given him, and when Jon finally let go into his mouth, he was relieved, despite the strangeness.

Trip crawled up and placed his head on Jon's chest. Jon was still miles away, but Trip looked up and into T'Pol's eyes.

Show's over, thought Trip and he extended his hand toward her.

She slowly stepped forward and took his hand. He gently pulled her toward the bed. Soon, Trip had Jon in one arm and T'Pol in the other. Trip sat up a little and began to undo the sash of Jon's robe. He helped her wiggle out of it, so that she was just as naked as he and Jon were. Jon shifted and leaned over and kissed T'Pol, eventually pulled her over Trip so she was nested between her two mates.

Trip nibbled at her throat as Jon teased her ear with his tongue.  Her breathing became labored with desire. "How'd we do, baby?" he asked, his breathless voice muffled against her skin. "Did you like that?"

Trip thought he sensed just a little more heat from her skin, and she nodded.
"Your enthusiasm for one another...exceeded my expectations," she whispered.

Trip smirked, recognizing Vulcan for “that turned me on”.  Jon was tonguing her sensitive ear, and Trip grabbed one of her warm hands and moved it between her legs.

"Show us," whispered Trip.

T'Pol caught his eye, and he knew that she understood that this wouldn't be like before. That it would be beautiful. Meanwhile, Jon was gazing down at T'Pol in anticipation and fascination.

T'Pol's hand started to move, and both her lovers began to caress her body.

Jon said nothing, but he leaned over and kissed T'Pol deeply on the mouth before pulling back so he could look into her eyes.

"Don't close your eyes," he finally whispered to her.

Trip's breath caught in his throat. She looked so vulnerable and open, just lying there touching herself while they watched.

He hands moved faster and faster, and her body trembled. Trip's fingers lightly moved over her body, but he was mesmerized by the sight her.  Jon seemed equally captivated, watching her face and occasionally glancing down at her hands.

Finally, her body spasmed and she cried out her orgasm.

Jon and Trip wrapped their arms around her still-quaking body.

Both men showered her face with kisses as she struggled to catch her breath.

Trip watched as Jon relaxed against her, still amazed at what he saw. Trip grinned and he leaned across T'Pol's body and kissed him. Jon kissed him back, smiling. Then, Trip turned toward T'Pol and kissed her before moving back against the pillows.

"Beautiful," whispered Trip in her ear, and he felt her shiver.

"What shall we do with the rest of our day off?" asked Jon as he closed his eyes.

But T'Pol had fallen asleep.