Equilateral

For manycomics, whose deliciously sinful artwork inspired the first half of this chapter.

It was not quite 5:30 am when Jon ventured out to the mess hall to get breakfast for the three of them. Trip and T’Pol were sound asleep, while he was both restless and hungry and wanted to stretch his legs. He brought back enough food for the three of them, just as Chef was setting things out for the early shift.

Jon re-entered his cabin and immediately heard sex noises coming from the bed. Obviously, Trip and T’Pol had woken up while he was gone. As he set out the food, he watched them moving on the bed with rapt attention. Trip was on top of her, his bare ass visible as he thrust into her, and her legs and arms were wrapped around him. Both of them were being very vocal, and Jon found the moaning and gasping noises they made very arousing. He was already anticipating joining them, after he had seen to it that T'Pol ate and drank something to keep her strength up.

Not that she appeared to need it, thought Jon ruefully. Pon farr clearly triggered an adrenaline reaction in her that gave her energy beyond her normal Vulcan stamina. She was insatiable. No wonder she was so glad to have two mates. Alone, she might well have done serious damage to Jon. Or Trip, for that matter.

Finally, T’Pol gave out a protracted, climatic growl and Trip moaned and shuddered against her. Jon chuckled as the euphoria from both their minds washed through his own. He sighed deeply as he sipped on some coffee. Trip rolled off her and his eyes met Jon’s as he lay against the pillows. Trip knew Jon was sharing the high he felt, and he grinned before closing his eyes.

***


T’Pol’s mind was gradually clearing, but her body remained in the throes of the fever. She wanted more, and fortunately for her Jonathan had returned. Trip lay by her side, recovering from their encounter. She got up from the bed slowly and approached Jonathan, conscious of his eyes appreciating her naked, oiled form.

He was saying something about breakfast, but she made it clear she had other priorities as she cut him off with a kiss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and pressed her body against his, moving to remove his clothes. Jonathan broke the kiss and smiled at her, before reaching for a glass of orange juice. “Drink this, first” he said, “You need to stay hydrated. It will also replace some nutrients.”

She glared at him. She wasn't human. Her needs at this time were not nutritional. However, she took the glass and drank, if only to please her beloved mate.

When she was done, she unceremoniously set the glass down, freeing her hands to continue pushing Jonathan's clothing away.

"Good girl," whispered Jonathan, as his hands began to roam over her body.

Jonathan wiggled out of his tee shirt as she tugged it upward. T'Pol reveled in the feel of his cool flesh against hers as she draped her arms around him, pressing against him as though she could not get close enough.

With one hand, she pulled his head down toward her for another kiss. As she eagerly explored the contours of his mouth, her other hand groped beneath the waistband of his sweats.

"I still wish you'd eat something" he panted between kisses.

Sliding down the length of his body, she pulled down on the final obstacle between them. She gave a self-satisfied smile as his erection sprang forth. Gripping him firmly, she replied, "As you wish,” and got down on her knees.

She eyed his erection ravenously, and he said “That’s not what I meant.”

She raised her eyebrow at him and took the length of him into her mouth. He gasped and moaned, and she knew he wouldn’t be nagging her to eat any more. As she sucked and licked him, she thought she heard Trip in the background, laughing.

She carefully applied all the knowledge she had amassed about Jonathan's body to make sure he was pleasured but not to the point of ejaculation. She needed him inside her.

Finally, when she sensed he was as frustrated as she, she let go and stood up. His strong arms went around her and lifted her so he was in a position to enter her body.
T'Pol whimpered as Jonathan eased her down around him, her need growing. Wrapping her legs around him, she began writhing to create delicious friction between them. Jonathan groaned with pleasure and she gripped him tighter.

She heard motion in the background, and she glanced over and saw Trip approaching.
Trip's cool hands were soon meandering over her back and shoulders as he rained gentle kisses over the back of her neck. His hands feathered down her sides to cup and squeeze the curve of her hips, urging her to grind harder against Jonathan as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Releasing one arm from Jonathan's shoulders, she reached behind her, blindly seeking Trip. She gripped his erection firmly and stroked him, which elicited a moan from him. Awkward though it was, she found herself wanting more of
Trip without releasing Jon. Instinctively, she pressed Trip’s erection between her buttocks. In the fog of her lust, she hoped Trip would understand what she wanted—and be able to give it to her.

She heard him gasp, and she feared he would not as he kissed her gently on the neck and stepped back for a moment. But he reached over onto the table and dipped his fingers into the massage oil that remained from the previous night’s ritual. She drew a deep breath as his slick fingers began massage her opening.

She locked eyes with Jonathan, who was still inside her, as Trip’s finger entered her. Jonathan’s eyes were filled with tenderness, as well as fascination. He wasn’t moving; like her, he was waiting.

On the verge of losing her patience completely, she finally felt Trip's erection press tentatively against her opening.  Difficult though it was in her state of need, T'Pol worked to regulate her breathing and relax as Trip entered her.  Though he pushed slowly, confidently, moving with her body's involuntary spasms, his anxiety over not wanting to hurt her careened through the bond.

Finally, both her mates were fully inside her. She sighed deeply and allowed them to support her weight.

Both men held her close as they started to move, gently and slowly, more rocking than thrusting. She looked into Jonathan’s eyes and felt Trip’s lips on her neck. As bond energy from both of them washed through her mind, she sensed intense pleasure from both her mates, as though they had been fully gripped with the plak tow. She belonged to both of them, just as they belonged with each other. They both possessed her—body, mind and katra. Pleasure, lust, love...gratitude... it was irrelevant who was feeling what.

They were all feeling everything.

“Vaksurik,” she whispered as her lovers’ grunts and moans filled her sensitive ears.

And it was beautiful. The bond that had not so long ago began as a low, steady, barely perceptible hum now roared as it flowed freely between them.  A sensuous smile alternately tugged at her lips with the contortions of ecstasy.  Emotions manifested themselves as images and colors, pushing her and her husbands higher and higher.

When she finally went over the edge, she was aware of every molecule in her body, every fluttering jolt of pleasure. Her husbands climaxed along with her, shuddering and trembling as they held her, their moans a counter-melody to her primal screams. From her body’s pleasure, her mind reached a higher plane, where she not only felt at one with her two mates, but the universe itself. She experienced all her emotion and all her logic at once without being ruled by either of them. She had reached The Muhlolauk, a state of euphoric perfection that most Vulcans claimed to be a myth.

A slight, blissful smile appeared at her lips, and she wept a single tear of joy.

The room turned askew as her husbands' knees gave, the waiting mattress on the floor cushioning the impact. They barely noticed, kisses and caresses entirely occupying their attention as a means of holding on to their one-ness.

T’Pol breathed in and out, sleepily reveling in what remained of her euphoria before her eyes gently shut and sleep came.

* * *

T’Pol’s eyes fluttered open, and she inhaled calmly, enjoying the feel of being entangled in the arms of both her mates. Though exhausted, her mind was clear, and she recognized the fever had broken after their last encounter.

Normalcy was returning to her thoughts, yet the tumult of emotions remained close to the surface, threatening her control. She would need meditation and solitude to regain her customary level of suppression.

She carefully unwound herself from Trip and Jonathan, and she quietly showed and dressed, amazed that she did not wake them. She positioned herself in front of a candle when Jonathan stirred.

“T’Pol?” he whispered from the bed.

“The fever has broken. I require meditation and solitude,” she said softly.

Trip had also awakened, and she heard them whispering to each other. They approached her.

“You sure you’re okay, baby?” asked Trip.

“I will be after several hours of meditation,” she said, “I thank you both for your assistance.”

She glanced up and saw the two men staring at her, both of them clearly unsure of what to do.

“C’mon, Trip,” whispered Jon, his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, “We can crash in your quarters until she’s ready.”


* * *

As the door shut behind them, Trip sighed. He knew she needed to be alone, but he missed her already. He rubbed weary hands over his face, as though trying to wipe away the second thoughts over leaving T'Pol behind.

"She'll be okay," said Jon, moving toward the shower.

"I know," Trip murmured, following. "I just feel guilty about what she goes through sometimes."

Trip examined his sleep-deprived features in the mirror. He needed a shave.

"She's taking care of herself," Jon said reassuringly as he twisted on the hot water, "and the best thing we can do is let her."

Trip knew Jon was every bit as worried as he was; he was sounding more like a captain than a lover. Trip turned, his protest cut off when he saw Jon holding the shower door open for him.

Trip stripped off his clothes and stepped into the small, steamy shower. For a moment, he longed for the roomer shower in Jon’s room, but that faded as Jon started to run his soapy hands over Trip’s body. Trip returned the favor, enjoying the touch of Jon’s strong hands on his aching body, as well as the feel of Jon’s hard muscles beneath his own fingers. The hot water was soothing, and Trip knew he’d have bruises soon.

As Jon rinsed the last bit of soap of Trip’s body, their eyes locked. “We saved her,” said Jon.

Trip smiled. Jon’s arms went around him and pulled him close. T’Pol’s fever may have broken, but she’d left the two of them with pent up sexual energy—something made clear by the fact that both of them had become very aroused in the shower. Jon’s mouth found Trip’s, and they shared a deep, slow open-mouthed kiss.

The kiss lasted a good while, and both men knew they needed to expend the sexual energy that remained between them. Yet, they were in no hurry as they got out of the shower and dried each other off. Trip headed for his bed and sat down.

Jon sat down as well, on the other end of the bed. Trip laid back and closed his eyes, even though he knew he was too restless to sleep. He didn't need to look to know Jon was next to him, and Trip soon found himself scooting over to be nearer to him.

Jon settled in beside him and drew him into another kiss. Exhausted as he was, Trip's body twitched with excitement. He enjoyed the feel of Jon's strong arms around him as they sank together into the mattress.

Jon opened his mouth, and Trip thrust his tongue inside. As much as he had loved putting all the focus on T'Pol, it felt good to kiss Jon again.

Before long they were caressing each other more aggressively. Jon shifted, pulling Trip on top of him. Trip sighed happily as he felt Jon’s arousal pressed against his stomach. He moved his body to create friction, and Jon closed his eyes and moaned. Trip then felt Jon’s hand’s on his ass, pulling him even closer.

Trip’s own erection ached, and he needed relief. As if in answer, Jon slipped his hand between their bodies and grabbed him tightly. Trip moaned, beginning to move with Jon's rhythmic grip.

Soon, Jon was shifting beneath him. Trip felt his knees draw upward toward his chest, angling his hips up. There was no mistaking what Jon wanted.

Panic and exhilaration tangled within Trip as he met Jon's gaze. He tried to calm himself. Obviously he had done this before; that it had never been with another man didn't matter. It was past the time for taboos, past the time to stop thinking of Jon as his friend and captain.

Jon gave the slightest nod as they locked eyes: permission granted to Trip's unspoken question.

Trip gave in to his desire to be closer than ever to Jon. He knew he had to be careful, go slowly. He didn’t want to botch this. He reached over and retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand, squeezing some into his hand. Then, he started working Jon open with his slick fingers the same way he had done with T’Pol earlier. Trip kept his eyes on Jon’s face, searching for any signs of pain. He didn’t see any.

To his astonishment, Trip realized he wanted this—as much as Jon apparently did. He needed to fuck Jon. Trip shifted and started to push himself inside. It was slow going, but he was soon enveloped by his lover’s body.

Trip felt Jon wince a few times, but he made no move for Trip to stop, which was good because Trip couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to. He began to thrust, experimenting with different angles until he clearly hit a good one and Jon cried out with pleasure. Trip leaned down to meet Jon's lips in another kiss.

Trip began moving a little faster. Jon's kiss became rougher, more intense. Soon they were moaning and grunting into each other's mouths, punctuating every move Trip made.  

The telepathy thing that was between them really kicked in then, and Trip lost track of whether he was feeling Jon’s pleasure or his own. Eventually, when Jon orgasmed, it triggered Trip’s and he came inside his...husband? Was that right?

Breathless, Trip collapsed onto Jon, their chests heaving violently into each other.  Jon gripped him tightly, and as he enjoyed the security of Jon's embrace, it occurred to him: Their triad marriage was now complete in every way.

* * *

T'Pol's eyes snapped open.

Chaotic images and emotions ran riot through the bond, distracting from her quest for serenity and balance. Lust...fear...desire...exhilaration...need...all clamored for her attention as they swelled, peaked...then gave way to satisfaction, hope, and love.

One last smile fought for control over her puckering lips as she blew out the flame before her.