oh my god i can't believe we're actually doing this XD

[talentedtongue]

Uhura could feel the eyes on the back of her neck. Literally. It was a warm and slightly tingling sensation. Odd. She supposed she shouldn't really be surprised, though. She was new, and a Terran was a curiosity in the court. Her skin was unique, her hair was unique, and she was the only female available for observation.

The warm, tingling sensation moved to her shoulder and then, rather abruptly, down to her ass. Oh hell no. "If you'll excuse me," she said with perfect inflection and a flawless accent, turning gracefully even in the ridiculous shoes. "It is time for My Lord's daily--" Daily what? "Exercise. I must be there, in case he should he require anything of me." Perfect. Bones could do pushups and she could stand with a towel at the ready for brow mopping. Worst. Planetary. Excursion. Ever.

With a curtsy made slightly more awkward by the fact that the warm tingling sensation was now moving between her breasts, Uhura turned down the corridor on her right and made her way to McCoy's temporary quarters. She could still feel the damn eyes, and she knocked sharply before letting herself in to the room. The walls were partially translucent in places, but at least with the barrier of the glass she wouldn't have to feel the stare any more.

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[talentedtongue]

Today they all had things like multiple orgasms, and a full body erogenous zone, and ridiculous turnaround times. Blame the planet, blame the tension, blame lust, blame the fact that they were each getting something they'd been waiting an incredibly long time for, though it wasn't necessarily the same thing for each of them. Uhura wasn't even finished riding the high of her orgasm and she already wanted more, to go another round, to add a layer to the experience, to find something new to feel. She was gearing up for the next race before she'd actually gone all the way through the finish line.

Greedy today.

Her legs wrapped tight around Jim, her body bucking up to meet his, and suddenly she had a problem. Breathing through her nose wasn't enough. She was lightheaded, dizzy, and not only for good reasons. Which meant she had to stop kissing McCoy. Which meant that as soon as she did--

"Oh, God. Harder. Please-- want you. So much." She squeezed her eyes shut and arched her back so hard she lifted off the bed completely, arm around McCoy's neck dragging him down as her other hand left Jim and twisted in the sheets. "Never thought-- this good-- both of you..." And thankfully eventually even words became too much for her to handle and she just focused on dragging in huge gulping breaths.

She wanted to do more, she wanted everything. She wanted to feel irresistible, like no one could say no to her, because someone had been saying no for far too long for her self esteem to come out entirely unscathed. Logically she knew it wasn't her fault, emotionally... well, this was helping on that front.

It occurred to her that McCoy was still hard, and that someone should do something about it. Her or Jim, hands or mouth or they could just flip him over and one of them could ride him until he finished and Uhura could laugh in her mind about how taciturn he was even naked and sweaty and dizzy with pleasure, because she couldn't be the only one feeling it, could she?

[aviophobia]

McCoy was glad that the kiss had finally broken, and he gulped down huge greedy gulps of air, not even caring that it was drawing more of the drug into his system. He was already out of control, naked and sweat-slick and flushed with more arousal and more need than he'd ever felt in his life, so what was a little more going to add to it? There were whispers in his head too, the words plausible deniability hissing round his brain, but he pushed them down, pushed them away, because he wasn't thinking about tomorrow, when neither of them wanted him anymore. He wasn't thinking about tomorrow, when she was Lieutenant Uhura and he was Captain Kirk and this would never happen again.

He was thinking about now, watching orgasm write itself across Jim's face and travel over to Uhura like it had been transferred by their joined bodies, and he whimpered. His hand, still twined with Jim's, tightened around his cock, and he tried to speed them up, muttering under his breath, a low mantra of "fuck" and "god" and maybe even something about "so fucking pretty." Even now, though, he knew hands wouldn't be enough. He needed more, he needed in.

[well_notonly]

Uhura's words were as much a drug to him as whatever was in the air, as the endorphins rushing through his system. His climax left him dazed and helpless-looking, joined with her in a tangle of sweaty limbs even when he softened. Only knowing it wasn't over, even now.

She was watching McCoy and so was he, now, dark hair flopping over his brow like a concession to whatever this was. That, and the little whimper, were enough to break Jim. He felt greedy, wanting them both, wanting it all. And Uhura had already had Bones, already felt him come apart inside her. The man looked desperate but not enough, and Jim squirmed anxiously against Uhura.

"Jesus, Bones," he gasped. "Fuck me."

There was something he'd neglected to mention earlier, because it hadn't seemed likely to come up, so to speak. The aliens and their various appendages had done more than simply dress him. The convenient back flap of his now-discarded pants hadn't been done up until he'd been thoroughly prepared, and whatever they'd done had left him not only ready but wanting. He wasn't going to push it, but if he couldn't have Bones any other way he was going to offer this.

If he refused him now... Jim would live. He knew that inasmuch as McCoy was here, he was here for Uhura. But at this point Jim didn't care who or what McCoy would be thinking about, as long as he could hold on to the memory of being wanted like this, just once. One word and Jim would be his, spread out under them both or riding Bones like there was no tomorrow.

[talentedtongue]

Uhura never would have thought something like that would be hot, but imagining it now... had to be the drug in the air. Had to be their circumstances that made the idea of Bones fucking Kirk while she made her captain eat her out again fill her with this kind of raw need and want and heat.

Her hand moved to McCoy's upper arm, squeezing and encouraging. She wasn't blind, and she'd seen the way they looked at each other, then and now. Before it had been easy to pass off as the connection between best friends. Hell, before this whole experience it probably had been exactly that. But now? Now everything had changed, and they too were changing to adapt.

[aviophobia]

"What?" It took a long moment for Jim's words to sink into the fog surrounding McCoy's brain, and he swallowed hard when they finally penetrated and he comprehended them. Oh. Jesus Christ, the idea of fucking Jim - fucking Jim, making him make all those noises and finally, finally being in, what his body craved, what it ached for like oxygen -

He took in a ragged breath that made the inside of his throat ache, and he snarled, "Hands and knees."

[well_notonly]

The pause was too long, leaving Jim hanging on the edge of that cliff as he waited for McCoy to get up, push him away, look at him in an entirely different way, a way he'd never wanted him to. He felt like he couldn't breathe until McCoy did, and what came out on that rough exhale was dizzying.

So. Jim Kirk could be ordered around, under the right circumstances. Or maybe just those involving sex pollen and tentacled aliens, but Jim knew the truth even if they didn't. Control was all very well, but so was losing it.

He lost no time in complying, scrambling up to plant himself on either side of Uhura, cock tender but likely to recover. She looked glorious, fucked-out and blissful under him, watching her take in what was about to happen and knowing she liked it and letting that turn slowly in his gut. He didn't mind her seeing. He relished it, unsure why.

Finally, he looked over at McCoy, swallowing in anticipation and already aching for someone's touch. Presenting himself like some pornographic vision of Starfleet, the naughty little captain begging to be commanded.

[talentedtongue]

Jim wasn't the only one who was unsure. Why did the thought of this sit so well with her? She wasn't bothered by it, was even anticipating it.

Realization hit her like a wave. She wanted this, the three of them like this together, because no one was in control. They were all making demands of and submitting to each other. If they kept at it long enough, no one would have the power. No chain of command, just three people choosing to enjoy each other, as much as this planet would allow personal choice to factor in to the lust.

This wasn't natural for her, but it felt like it should be. So she stretched herself up and kissed Kirk, a hand on McCoy's arm urging him behind the other man, her open eyes locked with his. No judgement, just encouragement. They had today, they could make it into anything they wanted.

[aviophobia]

Okay, that? That right there? Jim Fucking Kirk on his hands and knees with that little ass-flap hanging open, presenting himself like a tray of those tiny cakes you served with tea (this metaphor had, somewhere along the line, gone horribly off the rail, but McCoy wasn't really thinking about figurative language right now) should not have been nearly as hot as it was. And yet McCoy was staring, hands coming up to grasp the other man's ass, fingers tightening on the firm flesh and kneading it.

Slowly, he raised up to his knees, and pressed his erection to the other man's entrance, beginning to work his way in.

[well_notonly]

Jim focused on Uhura's lips almost frantically, needing to think about something other than what was about to happen. Not because he didn't want it, but because he did and he couldn't afford to let his mind and hormones and whatever else carry him away too soon. But when he felt McCoy against his entrance, hard and slick and teasing, he gasped against her mouth. Jesus, Jim, he thought. He hasn't even done anything yet, and you've come, what? Twice now?

He had to hold himself from jerking his whole body backwards, fucking himself on his best friend instead of letting him set the pace. He wanted it to last, or at least, he wanted to maintain the illusion it could for as long as possible. It had been awhile since he'd felt as greedy for this as he was for the other role. Right now he just wanted to be split open, taken, wanted to let them watch him come completely undone for them because it was something he could give them. Something of himself that, in this space anyway, was entirely uncomplicated by everything else they were.

He had to breathe, and he panted lightly against Uhura's cheek as he took McCoy in. Prepared he was, but that didn't mean there wasn't some give there, and whatever they'd done to him made him relish even the slight burn as his body adjusted.

He'd never felt this turned on from being so exposed.

[talentedtongue]

Uhura ran her hands through his hair, making soothing noises in the back of her throat. "It's all right," she purred, her voice heavy and dripping like honey. "Just relax." She smirked at McCoy over Jim's shoulder as her hands ran through their Captain's hair, over his shoulders, trailing lightly across the tops of McCoy's fingers where they held him.

She wasn't going to be satisfied with this forever. Soon she'd want to be a more active participant again. But for the moment, she was post-orgasmic and blissful, her body tingling and trembling with the little aftershocks of both men. They were beautiful. They were perfect in their imperfection, in their willingness to let their faults show, their willingness to be human.

Human. That was it wasn't it? That was her whole problem, what she was missing, craving, what she needed in her life. The control was wonderful, it taught her to be strong, to be focused, to be the best she could be. But there was just as much joy in being out of control, in tumbling blindly through an experience as glorious as this one. Something was ending here. Something in her was coming undone. Something with deep repercussions, and she would have to deal with them. Tomorrow.

[aviophobia]

Slowly, achingly slowly, not nearly as fast as he wanted to, McCoy let himself sink into the captain to the hilt, until he was fully seated in the other man. God, he was tight and hot, so slick - McCoy couldn't help but let out a low animal groan, hands finding Jim's hips and clutching them, feeling shudders wrack his entire body. This was so different from being with a woman, but not in a bad way. In fact, it was in a very good way.

"Fuck, Jim," he gritted out, breathless, unable to help rocking against him. "Feels so fucking good."

[well_notonly]

He couldn't speak. And wasn't that something? Jim Kirk reduced to a strangled gasp, desperation in his gaze as it locked with Uhura's. He wanted to shut his eyes, shield himself from the nakedness of this but he couldn't. He needed an anchor. He needed some way not to float away on this and lose himself entirely. Uhura was strong, in a different way than he was, in a different way from Bones. They were all strong, and all needy. In different ways. Right now, anyway, that locked them together in a way Jim couldn't even want to be free from.

McCoy moved against him, so full and hard and deep that the sensation was mostly the slide of skin, the press of McCoy's hips and the weight of his balls seated against him. And he quivered, fingers twisting in the sheets, as a low keening began in his throat.

[talentedtongue]

Uhura was still holding on to her captain, still running her nails through his hair, lightly over his skin, murmuring gentle words and unintelligible sounds of encouragement and comfort. The next full sentence she formed, the only one that seemed to be truly important: "You're safe here." They were, all three of them, allowed to be whatever they needed to be. It was a day outside of repercussions.

Her hands slipped from his hair and neck to his biceps. A grounding presence. He could let go, and she would hold on. Tightly. Then, when he had himself under control again, they could find something else for his smart mouth to do. Once he could handle it. She could be patient. She could absolutely wait. They had all day, all night. Didn't they? As much time as they wanted.