Equilateral

The first thing that found its way into Jon's consciousness was an awareness of just how warm it was.

Upon opening an eye he gave himself a sleepy smile. T'Pol was still dead asleep, spooned tightly into Trip, her arm wrapped possessively around Jon's waist and pulling him close. Her breath tickled his chest hair, sending him into a contented thrill with every exhale. Trip had a protective arm draped across the two of them, his hand resting just below T'Pol's on Jon's hip.

He remembered now: Trip had carried T'Pol's spent form back to the suite's oversized bed. Jon filled the empty fruit bowl with water, and together they gently worked to cool her with whispers and a damp cloth before tucking her under the plush comforter.

Jon wanted to say he was surprised. He wanted to say it wasn't like any of them to do this kind of thing.

Evidence to the contrary was sleeping beside him.

Maybe it was the pressures of being exiled to the Expanse, separated from home by time and distance. Maybe it was the euphoria of finally walking in open spaces and breathing fresh air, after so many weeks of putting their smashed ship back together within the confines of its hull. Hell, after what he'd seen at last night's reception, he'd even be willing to believe that there was something in this planet's water that amped up everyone's libido when the sun went down.

It didn't matter. Not yet. He couldn't explain why, but for the first time in what seemed like forever, he was happy, or something close to it.

Jon reached out to trace the outline of T'Pol's ear, from point to curve. He’d admired their shape often enough, but he never thought he’d be able to touch them. She sighed deeply as his fingers trailed along her jaw and down her throat, then followed the outline of her bare shoulder. His desire slowly reawakened as she shifted slightly, rubbing against him.

After only a hint of hesitation, Jon's fingers meandered experimentally to the muscled arc of Trip's shoulder, taking in the contrasts of male and female skin beneath his touch. While different, it was no less pleasant. He thought back to the survival training in Alice Springs.


The air in the tent was hot and oppressive, but at least it shaded them from afternoon sun and would later protect them as the temperatures dropped. Trip’s breathing was erratic, and he was heading toward his bunk.

“Don’t lie down, Trip,” he ordered, “Sit on your gear locker. Your leg has to stay below your heart.”

Trip was sweating and had taken his shirt off, though Jon didn’t know if the sweat was from the heat of the desert or if the venom was starting to take effect. Archer saw the two puncture holes in Trip’s pants, right on top of his thigh. Trip had been building a fire for the evening and hadn’t noticed an eastern brown snake had slithered up on a rock to sun itself.

“They’re sending a medic with anti-venom from the ranger’s station. The guy should be here within the hour, and that should be plenty of time. But meanwhile, I’ve got to slow the spread of the poison.”

Trip nodded, and Jon took a knife to the top of Trip’s pants and exposed his thigh, which had already started to swell. He cut the whole pant leg off, pulling in down over Trip’s boot. Archer didn’t know if Trip’s foot would swell up, but he didn’t want to take any chances so he took Trip’s boot off as well.

“It said in the field guide that snakebites are rare,” mumbled Trip.

“Rare doesn’t mean impossible, Trip,” sighed Jon as he cleaned and dried the bite.

The instructions said to apply pressure bandages all the way up his leg. He took one of the elastic bandages from the med kit and applied it to the area just above the bite wound. Trip gasped.

“Did that hurt?”

“Nah,” said Trip sleepily, “Just feels weird.”

Archer continued to apply the bandages, thankful that the snake got Trip in the upper thigh rather than the foot. He might not have had enough bandages had the bite been lower.

Archer shook his head. Trip, who was usually game for any adventure, had protested loudly about having to do desert survival training.

“I hate the desert, Capt’n, nothing ever good happens to me in the desert. Can’t we do our training in the Amazon or the Himalayas?”

Jon shook his head and made a note not to dismiss it when Trip complained about something. Trip almost never complained, so if he did, he must have had a good reason.

He looked up at his junior officer, who he also considered a good friend. Trip’s eyes were closed, but he was still managing to sit upright.

“My car broke down on the way to El Paso. . .right in the middle of the desert. Oh, and my first girlfriend broke up with me on a class trip to see the Grand Canyon. . .”

Archer felt a pang of guilt. The snakebite seemed to have been a freak accident, but Trip was still his responsibility. He’d never had a man under his command injured before, and it didn’t feel good. Of course, once the Enterprise was out exploring space, injuries and mishaps were bound to occur. Hopefully, the systems Starfleet had put in place would keep incidents to a minimum, but it was unrealistic to think that this would be the last time someone under his command would be injured.

Trip swooned, and he started to lower himself to the floor. Archer moved to stop him, putting his arms around his waist and lifting him back up. Trip was all muscle, and he was dead weight. Jon’s hands gripped his sides to support him and Trip quivered beneath him.

Jon’s heart started to beat faster, and he gazed at the younger man. Jon wasn’t naive about what close proximity to a person as beautiful as Trip could do to anybody, regardless of gender or usual preference. Jon hadn’t ever gone in that direction, but he’d thought about it a few times. He fleetingly wondered how Trip would react if he kissed him. He got his answer as he noticed a bulge in Trip’s pants, one that corresponded to one in his own.

“Trip. . .” he said, gripping his friend tighter.

“Natalie. . .” whispered Trip to no one in particular
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Archer smirked as the moment passed. Of course. Natalie was the pretty blond from the 602 club. Trip’s girlfriend. Jon shook off the embarrassment. He had a friend and junior officer to care for.


Jon was brought back to the present as Trip stirred, smiled down at T'Pol and started nibbling tenderly at her throat. T'Pol's eyes fluttered open in response, and she shifted again, craning her neck to meet Trip's mouth with her own. Jon felt himself grow harder as Trip's fingers pressed firmly into his hip. T'Pol freed her arm to caress the length of Jon's back as she and Trip continued to shower each other with kisses.

Just the way they looked at each was arousing. How he hadn’t seen that they were involved? Looking back to the earliest days in The Expanse, the pair had always seemed to be together whether it be movie night or arriving for dinner in his mess. He knew they were friends, but Vulcans didn’t take lovers. At least he thought they didn’t. Then things got insane. He couldn’t remember if he had seen them together since they’d been thrown back in time, but evidence of their love for each other was playing out before his eyes.

Jon peeled luxurious covers away from them. He needed to see them. They both had exquisite bodies. He still couldn’t believe he was seeing T’Pol naked, let alone everything else. He had never dreamed T’Pol would have been so uninhibited. The way she had used her hands and her mouth on him the night before didn’t seem very Vulcan, but then again he likely had Trip to thank for that. Trip had probably taught her to please a human male, just as he had instructed Jon how to touch her.

God, she was gorgeous. Ever since that night Porthos was so sick, he had occasionally imagined what T’Pol’s luscious curves looked like without her catsuit. Now he knew the answers to all his questions. Her nipples were greenish, and just as perky as her magnificent breasts. Lower down, it appeared that Vulcans had little pubic hair, but there was a neat little triangle right at the juncture of her thighs. Jon looked closer, it didn’t appear trimmed that way. It was probably natural.

He watched as Trip's mouth trailed lazily down her now-exposed flesh. Trip’s body was also magnificent, perfectly proportioned. His pale skin contrasted with her bronze flesh, and his sharp, cut muscles contrasted with her curves. He was as aroused as Jon was, too. Jon hadn’t seen another man’s hard dick up close before, unless it was in a dirty vid. Trip’s dick was as beautiful as the rest of him, and Jon remembered how hot it was to watch him fuck T’Pol with it.

T'Pol moved onto her back, giving Trip access to her breasts, nipples growing tighter from desire and the sudden chill. As Trip gently teased one and then the other with his tongue, T’Pol's gaze met Jon's, and she pulled his face close and drew him into a long, leisurely kiss.

Her mouth was so warm, almost feverish. Jon had touched T’Pol plenty of times, so he knew first hand that her body temperature was higher than a human woman. His tongue explored her mouth, her saliva tasting like astringent copper. He dug his fingers into her already-mussed hair, finding that small deviation from her usual tidy and impeccable appearance incredibly sexy.

T’Pol broke the kiss, throwing her head back and moaning loudly. Jon looked down and saw that Trip was tonguing her between her legs. He watched T'Pol's face contort in ecstasy. Jon kissed and nipped at her neck as his hand tweaked one of her nipples. Her arms went around him, and she began to caress and scratch his back in intervals. She moaned louder.

After a while, she started mumbling something in Vulcan. Her eyes opened, and Jon searched her face to see if he could figure out what she was saying. She looked down.

“Keep going,” she choked, “Don’t stop, Trip.”

Jon’s cock ached at her words. He knew she was about to come, and he thought he might come just from watching her. Jon grabbed his dick and held it it so he wouldn’t go over the edge.

T’Pol shivered and closed her eyes. She moaned loudly before mumbling some more in her native language. Jon leaned forward and covered her mouth in a deep, hard kiss. He thrust his tongue in her mouth. She was still in the throes of her climax, but she opened her mouth to his invasion and entwined her fingers in his hair.

Jon was dimly aware of Trip moving. He turned away from T’Pol and saw Trip crawling up, dropping a kiss here and there her body. Trip wore a self-satisfied smile, and Archer experienced a twinge of jealousy. He wanted to know what a Vulcan tasted like, he wanted to make T’Pol crazy that way.

Jon looked at Trip, and the younger man winked at him. That did it. Jon knew he would have to wait to make T’Pol come, but he could still find out what she tasted like. Leaning over, he took the other man’s head in his hands and thrust his tongue in his mouth. He tasted copper and something else, something like cloves, and he didn’t know if it was from Trip or T’Pol. His kiss was more forceful than it had been the previous night, less tentative - and Trip responded.

So did T’Pol. She made a short, clipped noise of approval and so Jon kissed harder. Her hands trailed up the back of their heads, pulling them down to her mid-kiss. The men turned their attention to her open, waiting mouth. Three mouths ravenously nipped any tongue or lip within reach. Jon had never before experienced the dizzying chaos of so many hands and lips on him. Every sigh and moan made him want it to go on forever.

T'Pol whimpered. From the way she writhed Jon guessed her arousal has peaked again. He looked up in time to see Trip kneeing her legs apart to kneel between them. His insides tightened inward and dropped as he watched Trip angle her hips upward and sink his dick into her, like suddenly finding himself in microgravity when the deck plating depolarized unexpectedly. Jon reached down to gently stroke her clit, his fingers tingling at the moments of unavoidable contact as Trip slid slowly in and out of her.

Jon's attention was pulled from the delicious sight when he felt T'Pol's hot, firm grasp around his dick. She motioned for him to move further up the bed. He knew what she wanted as she pushed herself up. He helped by propping velvety pillows behind her, and as she reclined into them, T'Pol pulled him into her mouth. His eyes fluttered shut; it would be so easy to just let it go, right between those full, luscious lips of of hers. As badly as he wanted to know what that was like, he didn't want this to be over so soon, so he fought to retain every last shred of control. He wanted to watch Trip pushing in and out of her. He wanted to watch T'Pol's head bobbing as her mouth slid up and down his shaft. Instead he blindly caressed and kneaded at her breasts, eliciting soft sighs.

Eventually T”Pol's attentions became erratic. Jon risked a glance toward the other end of the bed. Trip was vigorously fingering her as he fucked her, eyes intently watching her reactions to his touch.

On the precipice of her orgasm, she released Jon as Trip intensified his caress. Trembling uncontrollably, she cried out. Jon bent down to kiss her as she writhed, and a moan from Trip's direction announced his own climax.

T'Pol didn't spend much time catching her breath. She met Jon's eyes as she shifted to sit up. “Lie down,” she said hoarsely.

Jon switched places with her, and T'Pol resumed licking the head of his dick. Eager to return the favor, Jon slid his hand along the inside of her thigh, pressing to guide her closer. “Come here,” he whispered.

Never breaking contact, T'Pol placed her knees behind his shoulders. Jon gripped her firmly by the hips, pulling until he could tease her swollen clit with his tongue. She shivered, pushed into his mouth, and he could hear Trip moving at the other end of the bed.

As Jon continued flicking lightly at hyper-sensitive nerves, he felt T'Pol's hand replace her mouth. He heard the sounds of his two lovers kissing, and T'Pol was stroking his hard cock between their bodies.

Jon tipped his head back, tongue circling the edges of the tight, feverish hole. A moan escaped his throat as he recognized the taste of Trip’s body mixed with hers. The thought of it pushed him dangerously close to coming, but Jon was determined to hang on until he made T'Pol crazy with ecstasy.

It was then that he felt another hand on his dick—a larger, calloused hand. He gasped with excitement. Although he couldn’t see, he loved the feel of the rough hand jerking him off while T'Pol's soft, delicate fingers stroked and tugged on his balls.

Desperate to come, Jon redoubled his efforts, sucking and licking her clit mercilessly until she pushed harder against his mouth, a plea for more for more.

Trip stroked faster, and Jon felt a tongue circling the head of his cock, the astringent tingle telling him it was T'Pol''s. Jon increased the pressure on her clit until she bucked.

“Jonathan!” she cried out, sending a renewed dampness dripping onto his tongue as she spasmed uncontrollably.

T'Pol had so rarely used his first name. To hear it now, screamed in the throes of bliss, was enough to send him over, spilling into two pairs of beautiful hands with a cry of his own as he came hard enough to darken his vision.

Gasping, T'Pol quaked with an aftershock as Jon gave her one last affectionate kiss between the legs before releasing her. He fondled the curve of her ass appreciatively as she collapsed beside him.

Trip crawled up to the top of the bed, settling in on the other side of T'Pol again. They drew in close, each exchanging kisses of gratitude and tender caresses.

Jon knew they would have to pull themselves together and meet with the planetary council soon, but he wasn't yet ready to pull himself from these warm, beautiful bodies.