Ahku IX

It had been a few days since he and Spock had 'gotten together', as most of the rest of the crew had said in the gossip. The lust induced pollen had finally ended and everything was back to normal; or as normal as things could be after that night when he and Spock had, well, jerked each other off against a wall. Lately now, any chance Spock got, he stole a hug from Bones, or even a kiss. Not that Bones minded, but did he have to do it in front of the nurses?
A sweatdrop ran down McCoy's neck as he fanned himself with a piece of paper. The cooling system died for some reason, and it had become very hot. It was bad for the patients so he had all the nurses with one patient to keep them cool using water and rags. The doctor was currently sitting at his desk trying to keep cool as he waited for Spock to return with some ice cubes. His door beeped and Spock entered with a small bowl of ice cubes.
"I'm surprised they didn't melt on your way here." McCoy muttered.
Spock raised an eyebrow at him. "This is a special bowl, my dear Doctor." He said.
McCoy grinned, watching Spock set the bowl on his desk. He reached forward and grabbed a cube of ice. "Oh? And how, pray tell, is that bowl so special, my dear Vulcan?" He asked and pressed the ice cube to his neck.
Spock watched this action, his eyes following McCoy's hand that held the ice. He refrained from licking his lips and opted to clear his throat. "Well, Doctor-" Before he could go on explaining the properties of the special bowl, McCoy stopped him.
"I was being sarcastic Spock, please spare me the suffering of your lecture on why the bowl is so god-damned special!" McCoy sighed and tilted his head back. "Agh! Its sweltering in here!"
Spock swallowed down some saliva. Since he'd had a taste of McCoy's skin and felt the warmth of his body, he yearned for more. Not to mention McCoy had suddenly become much more attractive than usual and he seemed to glow in Spock's eyes. The Vulcan's eyes watched little droplets of freezing water slide down McCoy's neck and under his shirt, stopping as the cloth absorbed the liquid. He cleared his throat again. "Leonard..."
McCoy's hand froze when Spock said his given name. "Yes, Spock?" He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The only time Spock spoke his given name was when they got intimate. He watched the Vulcan step around his desk and kneel at his side.
Spock stared at the wet trail the ice cube had made along McCoy's neck. His mouth watered to lick the trail and leave his own trail of saliva on the doctor's neck. One hand held the arm of the chair while the other rested itself on McCoy's thigh, gripping only tight enough to feel the heat of the skin beneath the light material. The doctor watched Spock lean closer to him, so he leaned back a bit. Their eyes met, one pair blazing with lust and the other uncertain and hesitant.
"Spock..."
Rather than replying, the Vulcan leaned forward quickly and caught a runaway droplet, licking it up with the tip of his tongue. McCoy gasped, a shiver running down his spine to his groin. The doctor swallowed, tilting his head to the side and dropping his hand with the ice, closing his eyes as Spock continued to lick up the cold, wet trail of liquid that was slowly drying on his skin. The hand on his thigh began to get hotter as his breathing began to get faster. Spock's heated mouth was doing marvelous things to his neck. He never knew his neck could be so sensitive.
That hot hand began ascending his thigh toward his crotch. Tilting his head back, he felt Spock's tongue teasing his adam's apple and following another droplet of cold water down toward the hollow between his collar bones. Lifting his ice cold wet hand, Leonard buried it in Spock's hair at the back of his head, spreading his thighs more as that hot hand gripped his crotch. He gripped the black strands and pulled Spock up for a deep kiss. Moaning ever so softly, McCoy's tongue dueled with Spock's, his other hand pulled Spock closer before pushing him back and standing, pinning Spock to the desk behind him.
Their lips met again, bodies pressing tightly together, one of McCoy's hands mussing Spock's hair as Spock's hand continued to grope and rub his rapidly growing hard erection through his pants. Soft moans continued to escape the doctor's mouth as he pressed his hips into Spock's hand. The need to breathe pulled the two from their very erotic kiss, McCoy laying his head on Spock's shoulder and Spock continuing his exploration of his, hopefully soon-to-be, mate's neck. Leonard's hot pants against his neck sent shivers of lust racing to his rock hard erection. His hand started rubbing the doctor faster, drawing a whispered 'yes' from the doctor's mouth and a buck of hips against his hand.
Spock's hand drew away from the doctor's erection to slip into his pants, but a beep sounded from McCoy's door and Kirk entered.
"Bones I-" The captain paused, taking in the flushed faces and Spock's messy hair and swollen lips. He cleared his throat and turned away. "Am I... interrupting something?" He asked.
McCoy pulled away from Spock and made himself presentable. "No, Captain. We were merely... testing... to make sure the pollen is truly gone."
Spock fixed his hair and straightened his shirt. "What McCoy says is true." He muttered.
Kirk turned back around and nodded. "As I was saying... Scotty seems to have hurt his hand while trying to fix the AC. He's in the infirmary now."
McCoy nodded and left the room to go look at Scotty's hand. Spock turned to Kirk and nodded a salute to him.
"So... I take it things are going well for you two?" Kirk asked.
Spock let his lips twitch into a slight smile. "Yes, Captain. They are."
Kirk raised an eyebrow at the slight smile. He grinned. "Not fighting much anymore?"
"Quite the contrary Captain, we still argue. The more we argue the higher our desire for each other goes." Spock explained. "You see, our dear Doctor seems to have a bit of a fetish for aggression."
Kirk blushed and grimaced. "Not that I needed to know that, Mr. Spock. Or wanted to for that matter."
"My apologies, Captain." Spock said and followed Kirk to the bridge.
McCoy wrapped Mr. Scott's hand in a bandage. "Just don't over use it for a couple days. It'll be fine sooner than you know it." Bones said and patted Scotty on the shoulder.
"Thank ya, lad." Scotty grinned and stood from the bio bed. "Ah... by the way... I've been hearin some rumors goin round lately bout you and Mr. Spock."
Bones blushed slightly and turned away to put up his scanner. "Rumors? What kind of... rumors?"
"Aw, ye haven't heard? Dere's a rumor goin round dat you and Mr. Spock have gotten together in a romantic relationship." Scotty smiled. "Not dat I mind! I think ye two are a rather nice couple!"
McCoy groaned. "Ah, those rumors." He laid his head on the wall and let out a sigh. "So, the whole ship knows now?"
"Ah! So its true?!"
"Are you going to let this slip out to anyone else if I say its true?" The doctor asked, turning around to rest his back against the wall.
"Not if ye want me to."
"Yes, we are romantically involved."
"I knew it would happen some day!" Scotty let out a bark of laughter. "So, when did it happen?"
Leonard raised an eyebrow at the engineer. "Why d'you wanna know?"
Scotty shrugged. "I have a soft spot fer romancing between me friends!"
"..." McCoy stared at him.
"So... have ye done da dirty deed yet?"
The doctor flushed red as a tomato. "Get outta here!"
Scotty blinked and rushed out of the room before McCoy could throw the scanner at him. McCoy sighed heavily and stepped back into his office, half disappointed but half relieved that Spock wasn't there. Sitting at his desk, he resumed writing the report on Scotty's hand.

Later that day, after the AC had finally been fixed, McCoy stood on the bridge beside Kirk watching Spock work. He admired the Vulcan's strong back that was perfect for scratching and caressing in the throes of passion, and the strong but gentle hands that had recently been holding him so affectionately. Tilting his head, the good doctor gazed at the science officer's sensitive ears and felt the urge to tease them. Ignoring the sudden impulse, he continued his study of Spock. The long white neck, with a fading green bruise which McCoy had left on him only a few days ago. Then down to his shoulders, broad and muscular, and also perfect for grabbing and holding onto when writhing under that body.
Kirk felt a vein pop on his temple. He didn't have to look at McCoy to know he was eyeing Spock. He could feel that heated gaze and he was pretty sure Spock could feel it too, though he wasn't showing it. He sighed in annoyance, but knew that McCoy wasn't even close to distracting Spock from his work. Sometimes he was happy that Spock was a Vulcan, otherwise the two would be making out in a closet or empty room rather than working. He saw Spock glance at McCoy with the tiniest smile and a raise of the eyebrow in interest.
The captain cleared his throat. "Doctor..." Leonard didn't reply to him, but just conitnued to gaze at Spock. "Bones!"
Bones looked at him. "Yeah, Jim?"
"Did you come here just to eye Mr. Spock or was there something you needed?" Jim teased him, but had an obvious tone of annoyance in his voice. He revelled at the heated blush on Bones' face.
"I'm not eyeing Spock!" The doctor protested, and everyone on the bridge stared at him.
"Don't feel so embarrassed Bones. Everyone on the bridge could feel your heated gaze while you eyed Mr. Spock without even looking at you." The captain smirked as McCoy blushed even more.
"I wasn't eyeing him!" Bones yelled and ran for the lift, ignoring the giggles and chuckles as the doors shut.
Kirk chuckled and watched Spock blush a light green. "Apparently you're not the only one feeling the heat, Spock. Everyone can feel the chemistry between you two."
"I do not know this 'heat' you are talking about, Captain." Spock said and continued working.
"Heat as in the way Bones stares at you. Like he just wants to jump your bones."
Spock blinked and looked at the captain, almost alarmed. "Why would Dr. McCoy want to 'jump my bones'?"
"Its an expression, Mr. Spock." Kirk sighed. "Just... don't let this relationship get in the way of work."
"Of course not, Captain. The good doctor also knows not to get carried away." Spock replied.
"So, I have to ask, did you feel him eyeing you?" Kirk asked out of genuine curiosity.
"Quite obviously Captain. I don't even have to be in the same room as him to know he's thinking about me. We have not melded completly yet, but we are close enough for me to sense him."
"Are you planning on bonding with him completly?"
"If he wishes for it. He is human, a very interesting human, so I will not push it on him."
Kirk hummed softly in understanding and dropped the subject. Turning his eyes back to the screen, he wondered if maybe after the mission, Spock and McCoy would continue staying together. There was only one year left, after all. Glancing at Spock, he wondered if Spock was thinking the same thing. If they melded completly, would McCoy go to Vulcan with Spock, or would Spock live on Earth with Bones?

In Bones' office, he was thinking the same thing as Kirk. Would he and Spock even be together that long? Looking at the ice cubes, he noticed they were melting very slowly. He snorted, that really is a special bowel, he thought and smiled slightly. If possible, he felt he wanted to stay with Spock for a long time to come, until Spock either got tired of him, or found himself another mate. Feeling his heart skip a beat at that thought, he figured that wouldn't happen. When Spock cared for someone, even if he didn't show it, he never went back on those feelings or changed his mind. But was it the same with love? Would Spock want to mate with him and mind meld completly? Closing his eyes, Bones decided he's worry about it later. He was having dinner with Spock tonight and wanted things to go perfectly.

Leonard stared at the bathroom wall in front of him. The arms encirling his waist held him tight and securely. Pursing his lips, he wondered how he and Spock ended up in the bathroom... taking a bath.... together. The night had gone very smoothly. Spock arrived on time, as usual, they ate a nice vegetarian dinner, and then Leonard decided he'd make his favorite devil's cake for Spock. Spock had kept him company in the kitchen, conversing amicably with him. Thats when Spock started teasing McCoy about the apron he was wearing. And in the midst of trying to fight off Spock's playful hands under his shirt, the bowl with the batter got knocked from his grasp, flew into the air and flipped, pouring all the batter onto his and Spock's heads and then landed with a loud crash on the floor.
At the time, Bones was rather pissed about breaking his favorite bowl and ruining the perfectly good chance of showing off his baking skills to Spock, but now, he was just confused. He offered to let Spock take a sonic shower while he cleaned the kitchen, but as he was showing Spock where he kept the towels when Spock had kissed him and dragged him into the shower. So, after cleaning, Spock had suggested a bath.
And so... here they are. Bones leaning back against Spock's nicely built chest and sitting between his legs. He could feel the impressively hard cock against the small of his back and couldn't help but blush and feel the heat and adrenaline rush down to his own cock. Looking up at the ceiling, McCoy sighed in his mind and wondered if this had been Spock's intention all along. The Vulcan had a marvelous way of planning ahead and carrying out those plans to perfection. And the weirder thing was, was that Spock wasn't doing anything, just holding him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Spock with his eyes closed and worried maybe he'd fallen asleep.
"I assure you, Leonard. I am not asleep. I am merely reveling in the feeling of having you in my arms." Spock said in a professional tone.
"Well... in that tone I can't say that's very romantic, Spock." Bones grumbled.
"Would you prefer me to be romantic, Dr. McCoy?" Spock teased with a playful tone.
Bones felt his eyebrow twitched. Never in his life would he think of Spock as the romantic, playful type until tonight. He'd never even seen the elf-eared hobgoblin smile until the night that they got together. "Then do you mind telling me why we're taking a bath together?"
Spock was silent a moment. "I wanted to."
Leonard's shoulders sagged and he gave up on asking questions. 'So the Vulcan can be selfish?'
"I am highly capable of being selfish, Leonard."
"Would you quit reading my mind!"
"I am not reading your mind. You just think so loudly that I can hear your thoughts through our minor bond. I can sense your emotions even when we're in different rooms because your mind is so open. And right now, I sense that you are, as Jim once said, brooding." Spock felt McCoy tense in his arms, so he smiled and held him closer, brushing his lips against the back of his neck. "But I find that, dare I say, adorable, about you."
"You're calling a grown man adorable? Are you insane?"
"What do you expect me to say, Leonard? I'm in love."
Leonard looked down at the water, feeling a blush creep along his face and he opted for silence again. The silence was slightly awkward, but he began to enjoy the feel of leaning back against Spock and sharing the Vulcan's warmth as the water slowly began to cool. Hesitantly, he linked his fingers with Spock's and laid his head back on the Vulcan's shoulder. Staring at his hands, he began playing with the Vulcan's hands, drawing undiscernable patterns on his palm or just feeling his skin. Spock watched as well, raising an eyebrow at the odd actions. He wanted to ask what illogical thing the doctor was doing, but at the relaxed, peaceful expression, he changed his mind.
"Spock..."
"Hm?"
Bones remained silent a moment. "... When did you fall in love with me?"
Spock thought a moment. "An illogical question, as one does not just fall in love at one moment in time, but gradually over time falls in love, and then continues to fall in love with that one special person." The Vulcan's voice was soft and slightly husky. Taking one of McCoy's hands, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the palm of his hand and held it there. "There have been times when we would argue and you probably wanted to strangle me..." McCoy glared at him. "And I enjoy these debates and arguments; but if you must know, I do not think there was a time when I fell in love, but I came to love you over time. All the times you saved me when I was dying, or when I saved you from being killed."
McCoy listened to the words muttered against the palm of his hand. He shivered and felt his heart skip a beat. Closing his eyes, he turned his face into Spock's neck to hide the warm blush on his cheeks. "So... you can be sweet and romantic."
Spock smirked. "When provoked or if the moment is right, I can be very romantic."
"Is that so?" Leonard smirked back.
"Yes, it is so."
"Well, I've seen you playful and I've seen you selfish-"
"I have never been playful." Spock said suddenly.
McCoy blinked. "Yes you have! In the kitchen!"
"I was not being playful, I was merely... as humans will say... feeling you up." The Vulcan closed his eyes in denial.
Bones' rolled his eyes and climbed out of the bath. "Whatever you say Spock, my mood is now ruined."
Spock tilted his head curiously, wondering how the 'mood' was 'ruined' and what 'mood' Bones spoke of. He watched Leonard grab a towel and start drying off and opted to follow suit. As Spock dried off, Leonard slipped into a robe and stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Spock soon followed.
"I'm curious, Leonard. What 'mood' do you speak of?"
Leonard sighed and walked up to his brandy collection. "Don't be so blind, Spock. I'm talking about the bedroom mood." Spock remained silent, still unsure of what the 'mood' is. "You know... the mood in which leads to couples making love. The loving, romantic mood." He poured them both a shot of brandy.
Spock's eyes lit up in understanding. "And, tell me, how the romantic 'mood' was ruined."
"Because you're in denial that you were being playful earlier." The doctor replied and handed Spock his shot.
Spock watched McCoy down his shot before setting his glass down. The Vulcan didn't down his shot, rather he set the full glass down next to McCoy's before stepping closer to his love. "How do you bring the 'mood' back?"
The doctor pursed his lips and turned away. "You can figure that one out by yourself Spock. You're smart enough, aren't you?"
"Does logic have anything to do with the 'mood'?" Spock watched his love flop down on the bed and rest his hands over his stomach, the robe parting to show Leonard's legs.
"You tell me." Bones shrugged.
Spock stared at the doctor for a moment before approaching the bed. He sat on the edge and leaned over him, one hand by the doctor's hip and the other by his head. "You haven't told me yet." The Vulcan whispered.
Leonard raised an eyebrow at him. "Told you what?"
"When did you fall in love with me?" Spock asked, a teasing glint in his eyes. Leonard shifted uncomfortable, blushing and looking away. Spock blinked at this action. Lifting a hand, he gently grasped Leonard's chin and gently forced him to look him in the eye. "Tell me..."
The doctor swallowed nervously. "I-I don't know. I don't think I even noticed my feelings until we started... you know... the pollen and... the forced kisses."
Spock raised an eyebrow and released McCoy's chin. "'Forced' kisses? Need I remind you, Doctor, that you kissed me back."
"Well... I think the first kiss is when I realized the depth of my feelings, well, that I had any feelings for you at all. So I'm not even exactly sure when these feelings started." The doctor glanced up at Spock.
Spock was silent a moment, but then he began stroking McCoy's cheeks. He rose an eyebrow teasingly. "You should shave in the morning, you're starting to get stubbles." He leaned down and lightly pecked McCoy's lips as the doctor glared at him.
After a moment and looking in each other's eyes, they kissed deeper, McCoy wrapping his arms around Spock's neck to pull him closer. Their hearts pounded as the kiss deepened, tongues rubbing and caressing each other. Kiss after kiss was given and accepted between the two. McCoy's hand journeyed down Spock's neck and under the robe to his chest. Spock shivered, the places where McCoy's hand touched him igniting on fire. His own hand untied the robe and spread it open as he kissed down his neck.
"Is this mood right?" The Vulcan asked.
"... Shut up and kiss me, ya damn hobgoblin." The doctor grumbled and pulled his lover into another deep kiss.
As the kiss grew more heated, Spock climbed on top of Leonard. Bones untied Spock's robe and opened it, spreading his own legs to allow Spock to lay between them. The skin on skin contact was so much better then the jerking off with pants still on. Spock admitted a very soft groan while McCoy gasped and bucked his hips, arms around the Vulcan's shoulders and gripping the robe on his back. Spock's hands traced down McCoy's chest and sides as he panted against the slightly tanned neck, eyes watching what was happening between their bodies.
Bones' stomach twitched at the light brush of fingertips against the skin. His body shivered from Spock's heated gaze. His blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, basking in the Vulcan's firey touch.The Vulcan's hand stilled on his hip, the finger tips rubbing gently, teasingly. Closing his eyes, McCoy concentrated on Spock's hand as it wrapped around his arousal. He let out a heated pant, hips twitching at the slow, teasing hand. The Vulcan's lips butterflied over Leonard's shoulder, leaving behind little red marks.
Spock panted heatedly against McCoy's neck, his thumb dancing over the head of the hot erection in his hand, gently pressing down against the slit. McCoy let out a breathy moan and nudged his head against Spock's. Spock lifted his head, surprised when McCoy kissed him heatedly and rolled them over. Looking up at the doctor on top of him, he raised an eyebrow at the annoyed glare Bones was giving him.
"Did I do something wrong, Leonard?" Spock asked curiously.
"Yeah, you're being so damn slow I can't take it." The doctor grumbled and removed his robe the rest of the way. He looked down and saw Spock eyeing his body up and down, a green flush coloring his cheeks. McCoy smirked. "Like what you see, Spock?"
Spock raised his hands and stroked McCoy's chest, lightly brushing over his nipples. "Yes, I do, Doctor." He whispered and sat up, holding the doctor in his lap. He leaned forward to kiss Bones deeply while his hands caressed over his sides round to his back.
McCoy felt himself flush a bit. Spock's hands were so hot against his already hot skin. As they kissed, he pressed his hips into Spock's, his own hands wandering through the black hair and down over the Vulcan's strong chest and shoulders. He vaguely felt one of Spock's hands leave his back, but ignored it and continued kissing the Vulcan, all tongues, teeth and lips. Spock's hand soon returned, but it was wet. McCoy felt that hand descend down his back and to his buttocks, three wet fingers teasing his cleft. Bones moaned softly, his hips twitching at the strange feeling. Spock's middle finger began gently teasing the doctor's anal entrance. Leonard's breath hitched at the feeling and he pulled away from the kiss.
"Spock..."
"Yes, Doctor?" Spock whispered, kissing down the doctor's neck.
"Don't you wanna... you know... do it your way first?" McCoy panted, looking down into the Vulcan's eyes.
Spock raised an eyebrow. "My way?"
"Yeah. You know... mind meld or whatever?"
Spock blinked. "You wish to be bonded with me?"
McCoy snorted. "Do you wish me to bonded with you?"
"I wish you to be bonded to me, but I also wish to be bonded with you." Spock smiled a bit and McCoy learned he couldn't win to that smile.
The doctor squirmed a bit, the finger doing marvelous things to his rectum. "Spock... bond with me..."
Spock smiled more and slowly laid down, pulling McCoy down to lay atop him. "Very well, Leonard." He lifted his hand and put it into position on McCoy's face and instructed the doctor to do the same to him. Leonard closed his eyes and relaxed against the Vulcan's strong body.
Leonard soon felt another presence within his mind and relaxed even more. Spock's calm state of mind calmed the doctor even more, but the doctor could even sense arousal within the Vulcan and felt himself grow harder. As Spock removed his hand, McCoy could still feel the Vulcan in his head. Spock took McCoy's hand off his face and kissed the palm, waiting for his new mate to open his eyes. When McCoy did, their eyes met and the doctor raised an eyebrow in questioning.
"That was it?" The doctor asked.
"Yes..."
"What? No ceremony or weird dance or nothin?"
It was Spock's turn to raise a questioning eyebrow. "No. You were expecting a 'dance'?"
"Maybe?" The doctor grinned. "Of course, there's always the horizontal tango." Spock stared at him confused. "Its an expression, Spock, don' worry 'bout it." Leonard whispered and kissed Spock lightly. He took one of Spock's hand and pushed it down to between his legs. "Do it, Spock... Please..."
Spock closed his eyes, his ears burning and body trembling as the heated, husky Georgian accent began to slip into the good doctor's voice. Gently, he rolled them over and leaned over the doctor and once again covered his hands in a warm oil and reached down between Leonard's legs and pried one finger in. McCoy gasped, arching slightly, hands rubbing Spock's chest as the Vulcan kissed his neck affecionately. Spock gently pressed a second finger in and gently thrust them in and out of the tight opening. He could feel McCoy's heart racing and breaths coming in short. His own heart was racing just as fast, the heat around his fingers was just amazing, so he added a third finger. Leonard's body flinched some. Concerned, Spock looked at his face.
"Leonard... are you alright?"
The doctor swallowed and nodded. "I'm fine..." He looked up at Spock and blushed. "Just... hurry up... I can' take it anymore..."
Spock nodded and gently removed his fingers. He sat up and grabbed the bottle of oil he'd been using and poured some into his hand. McCoy watched him rub the oil over his length and swallowed. As the Vulcan leaned back over him, pressing their hips together, Leonard closed his eyes and clenched the strong shoulders above him as he felt the heat and dull pain of a throbbing, hot limb pressing into him and breaching his inner walls. As Spock pressed in deeper, he let out a soft, pained gasp. The Vulcan stopped and looked down at him, flushed and panting.
"Leonard-"
"I-I'm fine... just... wait a moment..."
Spock paused and marveled when the doctor reached up and hugged him close, arms around his neck and pressing their bodies closer together. The Vulcan felt a strange warmth in his gut and his heart began to calm. He felt Leonard's body slowly relaxing and figured the pain was easing away. Leonard looked up at the green flush on Spock's angular face and felt himself calm more. He reached up and stroked a green cheek, feeling butterflies flutter in his stomach.
"Spock..."
"Yes, T'hy'la?"
"Move dammit, or I'm gonna do the damn movin for ya!"
Spock raised an eyebrow, but smiled some and leaned down closer to McCoy and pistoned his hips, starting a slow pace, his engorged member thrusting deeply into the loose hole. He could feel the doctor's erection slipping along his abdomen and hear his mate's deep moans and high pitched gasps next to his ear. McCoy's arms tightened around the Vulcan's shoulders and he wrapped his legs around Spock's hips, bringing him deeper inside. A particularly loud moan of the Vulcan's name left the human's lips and Leonard's hips bucked.
"Spock... again... do that again..." The doctor gasped and kissed his Vulcan lover deeply, moaning continuously at the aching pleasure where their bodies were joined.
Spock admitted a soft moan, wrapping an arm around McCoy's waist as he thrusted faster and harder while his other hand reached up to the doctor's face and positioned his fingers on the psi points. McCoy wrenched his lips from Spock's and let out a hoarse cry of bliss as he felt Spock's pleasure as well as his own. He felt Spock throbbing within him and felt the Vulcan's raspy gasps and breaths against his shoulder and neck. Leonard admitted a soft whimper as he felt his orgasm approaching quickly, the double stimulation becoming too much for him to handle.
"Spock... T'hy'la... love you..."
Spock shuddered, hearing McCoy call him the loving Vulcan endearment pushing him over the edge. He spilled his seed within the human, slowly riding the waves of bliss, as he felt the human's milky white substance hit his stomach and chest. Leonard fell limp against the bed, panting heavily. Spock breathed deeply, planting soft kisses on the neck and shoulder in front of him as he slowly pulled out. His hands caressed heated, sweaty sides and hips as he descended his kisses to the doctor's chest and stomach, licking up the bitter seed.
"Quit man-handlin me, damn hobgloblin..."
Spock chuckled at the breathy insult. He continued his descent to McCoy's pelvis and cleaned the flaccid member. McCoy grunted and playfully swatted at the Vulcan's head, muttering 'stop'. Spock sat up and stared down at his mate. The human looked thoroughly... fucked. Spock felt his Vulcan instincts start kicking in, telling him to claim the good doctor again; but, he pushed the instincts back and settled for lying next to his mate and holding him close. He felt Leonard's heart rate begin to slow down and soon discovered his lover was asleep.

The next morning, Spock was nearly late to shift. He entered the bridge slightly flushed and fixing his shirt. Kirk looked up and stared.
"Alright, there, Spock?"
"Quite, Captain." Spock replied and sat down at his console.
Kirk stared at his back for a moment, then smirked when he noticed the hickey just under Spock's right ear. 'Someone had fun this morning...'

OMG!~ I FINISHED IT! It took me soooooo long. ;.;
I can't believe I actually had trouble writing a sex scene! Thats not like me! Anyways... I hope you enjoyed the story! Thanks for reading! Please R&R!