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“You have a pretty mouth.”

Jim is so startled to hear those words come out of Uhura’s mouth that he chokes and nearly drops his bottle. He blinks at her and tries to glare, but figures it probably looks pathetic with his eyes watering from nearly dying. Instead of looking contrite, she looks amused, which is just fucking irritating. “What are you smiling at, Lieutenant? You just nearly killed your Captain.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes. “You’re so melodramatic, Jim.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are.” She looks at Spock and arches a brow in an eerie imitation of him that makes Jim wonder if her ears will suddenly become pointed if she spends much more time with him. “Isn’t he?”

“Hey now. No getting a second opinion. As your captain, my word is law. There’re regulations and everything about that,” he points out smugly.

“After careful analysis, I believe that you are correct, Nyota,” Spock says in that obnoxious even tone that Jim can’t stand.

“Analysis my ass,” he mutters before taking another drink. He glances at Uhura and sees her staring at his lips as they envelope the top of the bottle. Suddenly remembering what started this latest round of ‘let’s gang up on the captain and make him feel inferior’, he puts the bottle down and smirks. “You’re staring, Nyota.”

At the use of her given name, her lips purse but, instead of insulting him as she usually does when he uses it, she shrugs a shoulder. “As I stated previously, you have a pretty mouth, Jim.”

He frowns and looks at Spock before looking back at her. “Well, of course I do. I’m pretty all over,” he drawls, blinking when he realizes that he sounds like he’s trying to imitate Bones. He scowls at her because it’s her fault. It has to be. That’s one of the rules of the universe, after all. If something happens to make him feel stupid, it’s Uhura’s fault.

“Are you?” She looks him over in a way that makes him feel like dirty and cheap. Fucking hell, he loves it, which is just demented and wrong. Especially when her boyfriend-lover-whatever the fuck Spock is to her is sitting right there.

“Alright. Fine. You win,” he finally concedes. He knows that he could keep it up and get the best of her without a doubt, but there are some lines that he just can’t cross, even if he wants to.

“Were you playing a game?” Spock is obviously trying to mock him, which earns the asshole a glare all his own.

“Yeah. It’s called ‘drive Jim crazy’ and your whatever,” he says, waving a hand at Uhura, “is the champion for several years running. Congratulations.”

“You seem perfectly sane to me, Captain. If Nyota is attempting to make you insane, she has not yet accomplished her goal,” Spock says. He looks at Uhura and arches a brow. “What is your goal, Nyota?”

“I have many goals, Spock. At this particular moment, though, I am contemplating the various uses for Jim’s mouth,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone that makes Jim almost choke again.

“Captain, are you a willing participant in this game?” Spock asks, turning his intense focus towards Jim before he can even collect himself.

“Game? What the fuck are you two on about? I knew that I should have just gone and forced Bones into drinking with me. I don’t know why I put up with you both,” he says, shaking his head as he tries to remember how many bottles he’s drunk. Not enough to make him imagine this conversation, that’s for sure. Which means it’s really happening.

“He wants to play,” Uhura declares. “Even if he hasn’t admitted it to himself yet.” She stands up, and he can’t help but stare at her. She’s too fucking gorgeous for some asshole like Spock. He leans back in his chair as far as he can as she walks to him, staring at him like he’s some piece of meat. He hears women bitching at him all the time for looking at them like that, but he doesn’t get it because this is fucking hot.

“Spock, you’d better stop your girlfriend,” he warns, grimacing when his voice breaks. Uhura is standing in front of him now, and he isn’t sure where to look. Spock’s fucking scary when he wants to be, not that Jim’s going to admit that. When she touches his lips, he can’t believe it. He also can’t believe that he fucking whimpers like some attention-starved puppy.

“I apologize, Captain, but I cannot stop her. I have discovered after many experiments and research that there is a high probability that I will approve of her choices,” Spock says simply. “It is only logical to allow her to continue.”

There’s nothing logical about this, but Jim’s resistance is fading so fast that he can’t even keep up with it. Her fingers are warm, and she’s still looking at him like he’s some sort of toy there for her pleasure. How can that be so fucking arousing? He’s a man, not a toy. Isn’t he? He closes his eyes and leans into her touch when she moves her palm against his cheek. If this is some alcohol-induced fantasy, he’s going to enjoy it. If it’s not, then, well, he’ll figure that out later. Like he’s going to say no to something he’s wanted for years? And, alright, the Spock being there thing is kinda new but, yeah, not a turn-off at all.

Going to hell, definitely.

“I want to discover alternate uses for your mouth, Jim,” Uhura purrs, her warm breath puffing against his lips. He opens his eyes to find her leaning down, so close that he can count her eyelashes. “Will you consent to my experiment? You’ll enjoy it. Trust me.”

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers before he leans forward and presses his mouth against hers. The kiss is rough and wild and not like he’s ever imagined it being with her. When he feels fingers tugging on his hair, he groans and pulls back.

“Not so fast, Captain. This is my experiment,” she reminds him as she lets go of his hair. She looks to the side, towards Spock, and Jim watches her smile. “Will you join us?”

“I prefer to watch at this time, Nyota. Observation is important in successful experiments, is it not?” Spock’s lips curve slightly, which makes Jim stare longer than is necessary because it’s very rare for him to see what looks almost like a smile from the stoic bastard.

“Yes, it is,” Uhura agrees before she takes a step back from Jim’s chair. She arches a brow and looks at him. “Undress, Captain.”

He considers resisting, but he isn’t sure if she’d stop whatever this is she’s doing if he did, and he wants to see where it goes. Besides, it’s kinda hot to hear her giving him orders while calling him captain. Bones is never going to hear about that revelation.

After he stands up and quickly undresses, he looks up to see her standing there naked. He drops his pants and stares, trying to take in every detail. His cock twitches, reminding him that he’s not finished, so he shoves his underwear down. She looks him over, and he can’t resist smirking at Spock because he knows that he’s fucking hot. He’s been told often enough, after all, and, hell, he’s got eyes and a mirror. He’d fuck himself, so that says it all.

“Not bad.” Uhura’s words make his smirk vanish.

“Not bad?” He frowns at her. “I’m a catch, baby.”

“I’m not your baby,” she informs him as she rolls her eyes. She walks over to Spock and begins to slowly undress him, touching and stroking bare skin as it’s revealed. By the time she finishes, Jim’s harder than before. It’s not because of Spock. Well, okay, maybe part of it is, but it’s also because she’s a fucking tease, shaking her ass and rubbing her tits all over Spock.

“If you want me to leave, I can,” he says, fully aware that he sounds sullen but, fuck, she’s ignoring him to grope her boyfriend-lover-Vulcan piece of ass.

“I think that you’re the baby,” she says, giving him a look that makes his cock twitch eagerly. “Come here, Captain. Show me how good that pretty mouth is when you’re not using it to whine.”

He watches her spread her legs and move her fingers between them, playing with the curls before disappearing lower. He licks his lips and walks over, not even making an effort to defend himself because, really, who wants to argue when there’s wet cunt from the woman he’s fantasized about for years so close? He kneels before her and leans forward, inhaling her scent before he opens his mouth and begins to lick. He feels fingers grip the back of his head and urge him forward, long fingers that don’t belong to Uhura.

He whimpers at that realization and opens his mouth, sucking on her clit hard as he fucks her with his face. She’s wet, unbelievably so, and it gives him a bit of power to know that she’s this aroused. When she pulls back, he tries to follow her, wanting to taste more, wanting to make her moan louder. Instead, she directs him towards a thick cock. He hesitates briefly before he starts to suck. Spock is quiet, but he tastes good, so Jim doesn’t much care that he’s not moaning. Uhura’s doing enough of that while watching.

“Good boy,” she murmurs, stroking his head like he’s a pet. “Use your tongue on him, Jim. Get him nice and wet.” He nearly chokes on cock when he feels a tongue on his ass. She licks him and uses her fingers until he’s pushing back against her like he’s a slut in heat. So fucking depraved. He can hear Bones’ voice in his head, scolding him for being such a whore.

When Spock steps away, he’s left with his mouth hanging open while he fucks himself on Uhura’s fingers. She has four of them inside his ass, touching places he’s never found on his own exploration, and he wonders if Spock lets her do that to him. The thought makes him lower his head to the floor and groan. He’s never fucked a man before, not that he hasn’t thought about it, but he’s played with his ass a few times. It’s never felt this fucking good, though.

“I need…” He can’t even say what he needs because he isn’t sure. Everything. Them.

Something touches his cheek, and he looks up to see Uhura crouching beside him. She moves the dildo that’s strapped onto her against his lips and smiles as she pets him. “We’ll give you everything you need, Jim. But, first, wrap those pretty lips around this and get me ready for your ass.”

He whimpers, deep and low in the back of his throat, and he starts to suck, watching her as she fucks his face. Spock stands behind her, squeezing her tits and whispering to her in some language Jim doesn’t understand. Whatever he’s saying must be hot, though, because Uhura is barely in control by the time she pulls out of his mouth.

“I want you to kneel over Spock, Captain,” she demands after Spock lies down on the floor. Jim no longer hesitates as he crawls forward and rubs his asshole against Spock’s hard cock. He wants this, wants them both, wants to fuck her while being fucked, wants, wants, wants. No, needs. He needs this. He feels fingers in his ass again, wet and sticky with lubricant that Uhura’s pulled out of a drawer. He whines and is surprised when Spock suddenly kisses him, distracting him from the feeling of cock that’s now slowly pushing into him.

“Such a good boy. He feels good, doesn’t he?” Uhura…no, Nyota. She’s Nyota now and forever more after this. She’s guiding him, hands on his hips as she urges him up and down until he’s filled with her lover’s cock. He can feel her tits against his back, hard nipples gliding across sweaty skin. “Relax, Captain. This is going to feel so good. Trust me.”

He isn’t sure what she means until he feels the head of the dildo pressing against his asshole. He tenses and they soothe him with strokes of their hands until he focuses on the pleasure instead of the fear. When she pushes it inside him, he’s so full that he cries out. He’s never had anything more than his fingers inside him, and now he’s got both of them. They fuck him slowly, in and out, in and out, until Spock makes a low noise beneath him and comes, spilling into his ass as Nyota pulls out.

His face is damp from sweat and tears. His cock is aching because he’s so aroused, and he knows that it won’t take much to set him off. When he’s urged onto his back, he can’t help but flinch when his ass touches the floor. Warm wet heat suddenly surrounds his cock, and he arches up into her as she begins to fuck him. It doesn’t take long for him to stiffen and spill inside her. He’s too sore to do much else but lie there as he comes and watch Spock move his fingers against her clit until she keens and trembles.

After she comes down from her orgasm, she moves and his spent cock slides out of her. Spock holds her, and Jim can’t even muster any jealousy because he’s exhausted and sore and has little energy left. When she reaches over and traces his lips, he can’t help but smile. “I think that this has been a very successful experiment,” she says as she slowly smiles and snuggles against Spock. “However, for the results to be satisfactory, we’ll have to perform it several times so that all variables are considered.”

Jim stretches and shifts closer to them. “Well, you’re the expert,” he says. Definitely going to hell, but what a fucking wild ride it’ll be.

End