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21 March 2010 @ 09:00 pm
Trek Fic: Why the Sea Is Boiling Hot  
Title: Why the Sea Is Boiling Hot (Part 8 of To Talk of Many Things)
Authors: mga1999 and skyblue_reverie
Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek Reboot (aka AOS, ST XI, etc.), Pike/McCoy
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Light bdsm (I know, I know, you're SHOCKED).
Word Count: around 5000
Summary: The further correspondence of Leonard McCoy and Christopher Pike. With more interjections from Jim Kirk.
Authors' Notes: From skyblue_reverie (the loud one): SHE MADE ME DO THE CLIFFHANGER. From mga1999 (the quiet one): SHE MADE ME WRITE PORN!


Previous Parts:
Part 1, Of Cabbages and Kings
Part 2, Of Sails and Ships and Sealing Wax
Part 3, Scrambling to the Shore
Part 4, The Time Has Come
Part 5, The Sun Was Shining Brightly
Part 6, A Pleasant Walk, A Pleasant Talk
Part 7, The Moon Was Shining Sulkily



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Dear Chris,

First of all, thanks for the vidcomm on Sunday. That was the best birthday I've had in... well, a long time. I don't even mean the sex, although that was mind-blowing, as always. Just talking with you, though, having you wish me a happy birthday and telling me that you love me, that's the best present I could have hoped for. Good lord, sorry for the sappiness. I'm going to be on earth for your birthday this year, I think - October 25, right? I'd like to do something special for you. Let me know if you've got any particular birthday wishes that I can fulfill for you.

I want to respect your request not to talk about the whole situation with Jim until you're ready. So I'll try not to raise that. The only thing I will say, though, is something I mentioned earlier - Jim's hurting. He won't talk to me about it, brushes it off when I try to raise it, the way he always does when something's really wrong. In some ways, I think you were his idol, his perfect idealized fantasy of what a father should be, and to have that shattered, to find out that you're human after all - it's tough for him. I understand that you're not ready to write to him yet. I won't push that. I've been trying to get him to write to you, but he can be nearly as stubborn as we are when he wants to be. If he does write to you, though, just - be as gentle with him as you can, all right? I know you're jealous of him. I get why. He took your ship right out from under you, and he's got some kind of weird prior claim on your lover as well. You've gotta know, though, he's not trying to hurt you. He never would, no matter what ridiculous threats he might make in the heat of the moment. Okay, dropping the subject now.

If your dad hates Starfleet politics, sounds like we've got something in common. Of course, since he left Starfleet to become a diplomat, maybe not. You mentioned you were estranged from him for a while - I'm not going to push you, because god knows I'm the last one who can point fingers about daddy issues, but I'm sensing there's a story there, and if you ever want to talk about it, you know I'll be glad to listen, and I can promise you I won't judge. As I said, I've got no room to throw stones on that issue myself.

What's your mother like? Is she a spitfire like her own mama? That so often seems to be the way. Your grandmother sounds like an amazing person too. 73 years married - that's quite a feat. I admire that. I've got to admit, that's what I've always wanted for myself - to meet the person who I'd never get tired of, who would never get tired of me, who might even still love me a little after 73 years together. I hope I've found that person, Chris. I hope you feel the same way.

I definitely want you to play something for me on the guitar next time I'm earthside. I've got this incredible mental image of you with a guitar in your hands, those long, strong fingers of yours moving over the strings... Okay, I'm getting myself all worked up now.

I'd love to take you fishing sometime. Maybe when we go back to Georgia together. I'd like to try saltwater fishing from a sailboat as well, although from what I know it's a very different proposition than standing knee deep in a slow-moving Georgia stream with a fishing pole.

I know you've been worried about your progress with p.t., so I've been keeping a closer eye on it than usual. Seems like you've broken through that plateau - I saw some amazing progress in the last couple med reports I've seen. Your mile time is getting better and better. Are you feeling a bit more confident now? It's good that the acupuncture is helping. After all these centuries, we still don't quite know how or why it works, only that it does. I'm a man of science, so I'm not sure I understand or believe in chi energy or whatever the hell they call it, but I can't argue with the results - hundreds of rigorous scientific studies support it. So if it's working for you, by all means, stick with it.

You're seeing a couples counselor, and without me, huh? I'm not sure if I should be amused or offended. Chris, I get that you feel like your jealousy is your problem, and yours to work out alone. Maybe you're even right. But I can't help feeling that, since it affects both of us, it's our problem, and I want to help in whatever way I can. I don't want you to feel like you're alone in this. So if I can help, or if you want me to vidcomm into any of your sessions with the couples counselor, let me know, all right?

So now let me end with a memory - a really goddamned good one - of your time here on the Enterprise. I've never really been much into bondage - a few experiments, but nothing that I thought was especially great. But with you, Chris - the way you make me feel when you've got me tied up for you... I don't know if it was particularly intense because of what you were feeling at the time, some of the jealousy bleeding through, but damn. If jealousy leads to sex that amazing, then it can't be all bad. Your self-control is incredible, the way you held us both on the edge for so long. I couldn't have done it if the situation had been reversed. Fuck, Chris, the amount of time you spent just on my nipples, and the way you blurred pleasure and pain like that. I really think if you'd kept it up, I would have come from that alone. Never thought it would be so incredible to be completely at someone else's mercy. But it is, Chris - at least when it's someone that I love and trust the way I do you. Judging from how hard you came, I'm guessing you enjoyed it too. We'll have to do it again when I'm there in October. I spend way more time than I probably should, imagining the things you're going to do to me when you've got me bound to your bed.

Well, I guess I'll sign off now. I hope you're getting plenty of rest because good god, Chris, you are going to need all your stamina when I get my hands on you again. I'll talk to you this Sunday.

Love you,
Len



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Admiral Pike,

Bones has been on me to write to you, so I'm doing it. But for the record, I'm only doing it for him. I couldn't care less about your sorry ass.

I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to be writing. Bones seems to think I'm all hurt over your insane jealousy of how close Bones and I are. Which, by the way, is ridiculous. First of all, Bones would never, ever cheat on anyone. He is absolutely the most moral person I know. And despite what you may think of me, I would have never done that to you either, sir.

There is nothing sexual between us. Never has been. Never will be. As he already told you, I don't swing that way, and there is no fucking way I would ever risk what Bones and I have by screwing it up with sex. He means more to me than that. And if that makes you uncomfortable, too bad. It's your problem. Not mine. Not Bones'.

Honestly, I want to just tell you to get over yourself. I'm tired of seeing Bones upset. Do you have any idea how heavily this is weighing on him? No, you don't, because you don't see him after he gets your comms. You don't see him staring off into space wondering what the fuck to do. You didn't see how hurt he was each time you were all pissy on the Enterprise at something.

Yes, we love each other. So fucking what! Just because Bones loves you he's not allowed to love and care for anyone else? That's bullshit, and you know it. If you're just hiding behind me as an excuse or reason to walk away down the road -- Well, I never once thought of you as a coward, but I'm really starting to rethink that.

He loves you, Chris. He really does. And despite all this crap, you make him happy. Happier than I've ever seen him, and I want him to be happy. He's been through so much shit in his life, and he deserves to be happy. I have supported your relationship from the beginning. I have tried to be sympathetic to you, but seriously, man, I'm way past that.

And if you think for one minute, he's going to walk off this ship -- walk away from me -- anytime soon, I have news for you -- He's NOT. He may love you, Chris, but he's not ready to do that. He needs me as much as I need him. In fact, I already told him he could request a transfer, go back to Earth. So next time you are so fucking insecure and thinking I'm going to steal your boyfriend, think about that.

I love him enough to let him go so he can be happy. What have you done for him?

Kirk



To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Dear Len,

First off, let's get this out of the way. I'm sure you already know that Jim wrote to me. No, I haven't written him back yet. Frankly, I'm not sure how to respond when I basically got my ass handed to me by someone half my age. Jim Kirk may still be immature in some ways, but where it matters, I think he's actually wiser than all of us.

Having said that, I've been doing a lot of thinking. And before you start panicking; I love you, I'm not breaking up with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Leonard McCoy. Is that clear? Good.

Now, I don't know if you read the letter Jim sent me or not. I'm assuming no, or I probably would have heard about the Enterprise's CMO throwing the ship's captain out the airlock. But everything he said in his letter was absolutely and completely correct. I need to get over myself. Quickly. I can use every excuse in the book for my behavior, but the bottom line is, this is my problem. Neither you nor Jim have done anything to warrant me acting the way I have. I knew, before I even started this relationship with you, how close the two of you were. Maybe not as much as I know now, but I knew what I was getting myself into.

I'm not going to lie. Before the Narada, this probably wouldn't have bothered me half as much as now. I still feel like a different person, even though I'm mostly back on my feet. The PTSD and losing feeling below my waist really took a lot of my self confidence away. I have found myself questioning things not just with us, Len, but in every part of my life. Hell, I've been wondering if I even have what it takes to command a starship again.

The good news is, after talking to Dr. Rossen about all of this, I know that some of this is likely due to the PTSD and even possibly the effects of the slug's secretions. As you know, it took months for all trace of the fluid to clear from my system. The spinal tap they took six months after still showed some trace, as did the one at one year. And Len, I am not using any of this an excuse, just an explanation. I told you, I've never been jealous like this before. I've never been this insecure before. Granted, I've never loved anyone like this before, so it's hard to tell whether it's medical, psychological, or just the fact that I'm so in love with you. Dr. Rossen thinks it's probably a combination of all three.

None of these reasons are an excuse for how I've behaved though. One thing that Jim said to me that really hit me hard was how heavily this was all weighing on you. I've been so caught up in my feelings -- I haven't looked at the crystal in weeks. Probably some part of me didn't want to know what I was doing to you. I just pulled it out of my drawer and it's a dull dingy gray. God, Len. I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry.

What it comes down to is trust, Len. And I honestly don't know why I haven't been able to let myself completely do that. The couples counselor, Laura Elliott, says it has a lot to do with my wife cheating on me. I told you I wasn't that broken up over it, but in some ways I was. Not so much for the cheating, but for taking away my future: the kids we were supposed to have, growing old with someone. I never really mourned for that, I guess. And it wasn't the first time someone was unfaithful to me. So I'm working on that with her. And yes, I get that since we're together it's 'our' problem, but I still see it as my issue. You've already gone above and beyond trying to make me feel more secure. The bottom line is, I'm the only one that can do that. And I will. I promise.

Enough about that now. Back to your letter. You have no idea the thoughts I have had about being with you in Georgia. I've been to Atlanta before. I know how humid those summers can get. And let's just say I've gotten off a couple times thinking of being there with you, all sweaty and hot and our bodies sliding together... Fuck, Len. First shore leave we manage to line up together during the summer, please take me there. I want to see where you grew up. You've alluded to the fact that there are some memories there that are hard to face. I'd be honored to help you face them when you're ready.

Now about my father. First off, I should explain that he was nearly forty when I was born. He married my mother, who was all of twenty-two. I was born ten months after they married. My father went to university before joining Starfleet. He majored in political science and completed his law degree at Starfleet. He didn't want any more kids, so that was that. Like I said, he was very strict. He'd already been in Starfleet almost twenty years when I was born, and he and my mom already lived on the ranch in Mojave, so we never really lived in the bay area. When he wasn't off-world, he'd beam home for dinner every day. He expected a lot of me, and from the time I can remember, dinner conversations consisted of him telling my mother all the mistakes Starfleet was making with limiting the expansion of the federation and how wrong it was to only help races who could help us. And of course he was right in a way. So he definitely did not want me to join Starfleet -- he wanted me to go to university first and then thought it would be a good idea for me to join the universal peace corps after that for awhile to go out and do some good in the universe. So when I joined Starfleet immediately after high school, let's just say that we didn't talk for several years. He left Starfleet about the time I joined and went off to the diplomatic corps.

My mother however, was always supportive of whatever made me happy. And honestly, other than playing in a band, I really can't imagine myself doing anything else. And my mom? No, she actually isn't a spitfire like my grandmother. Quite the opposite, actually. Quiet, petite, but you shouldn't let that fool you. She had no problem putting my father in his place when needed. She's an artist. When you come to my ranch, you'll see her art everywhere. She's quite successful and actually has a gallery in Santa Fe, NM. My parents have a winter home there they use when they are earthside. I'll have to take you there sometime too. It's really beautiful.

Now, onto the good stuff. I'm so glad you like me tying you up. It's not something I want to do all the time, but God, I loved you begging me to let you come. You were so damn beautiful, and the look on your face when you finally came? Jesus. That night has gone through my head while I'm jerking off more times than I want to admit.

I'll be glad to tie you up again. I should have enough control by then to do what I've been fantasizing about since that first time we made out on the couch. You want me to tell you about that? Well here it goes.

I'm going to blindfold you and bind your hands together in front of you. You're going to get on your knees, leaning on your elbows on my bed. I'm gonna rub that strawberry oil all over your body while your ass is up in the air. I'm going to rub your nipples until you are gasping, until you are so hard that you are about to come. And then I'm going to lick your back, all over while I'm on my knees behind you, working my way down to your ass. And then I'm going to lick your ass, Len, and loosen your hole up with my tongue before I stick my fingers in you to get you ready for me. And then I'm going to slide into you and fuck you so hard that you won't be able to move after.

God Len, I'm coming...

Fuck. God. I just came so hard thinking of you. Just thinking about your ass all up in the air and me pounding into you. And when I'm done, I'm gonna roll you onto your back, leaving your hands tied and the blindfold on, and I'm gonna swallow your cock down, just like you like it, and suck you until you're about to come, but I'm not going to let you. I'm going to kiss you then. Kiss you until you are breathless and begging to come. And when I'm hard again, I'm going to tie your hands to the headboard, and put your legs on my shoulders, and I'm going to slide in and out of you, so slowly, listening to your breath hitch with every thrust, watching you slowly come undone. And when I'm ready to come again, I'll wrap my hand around your cock, and we'll come together.

Be ready for that.

Yours forever,
Chris



To: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)

Dear Jim,

I think blinking cursors should be banned, for I have been having a battle with one for the better part of an hour. I don't consider any of these words victory though. I think the cursor has handed me my ass too, though not quite as well as you did.

You're right. You are one hundred percent right. Everything you said. And some I'm sure you didn't say, because I know you probably held back for Len's sake. I would thank you for that, but you probably should have just let it all out. It might have helped you feel better.

Len says you've destroyed four punching bags in the gym since my trip to the Enterprise. If it would help, when you are dirtside in October, you can have a free shot at me since I'm sure you're projecting a holo of me on the bags. And I deserve it. I only ask that you wait until after the Officer's Ball. I really don't want a black eye when Len escorts me. That wouldn't exactly be fair to him, now would it?
Nothing I can say or do right now can even begin to fix things with you. I know that. I know the only thing I can do is show you, by my actions, that I'm sorry.

I hope in time, you can forgive me. And that I can earn your respect and your love again. Despite appearances, I love you, Jim. I've never had children, and I don't know if that is in the cards for me and Len, but I couldn't be prouder than if you were my own son. And it's about time I start acting like that instead of being jealous -- yes, I'm admitting that -- of you for having everything I want. I'm the only one standing in the way of my own happiness. Not you. Not Len. Just me.

I officially passed my medical certification today for command of the Exeter. I want to believe that getting a ship back, getting back some semblance of the life I thought was gone, will help. But if it doesn't, I don't want things between me and Len to mess up what we were building at the Academy. I want you to trust me again. I want you to be able to come to me when you need anything. I would love to be a mentor to you the way I was at the Academy. And I miss our chess games. I would love to resume playing with you again, when you're ready.

I hope you will give me this chance. But I know I have to earn it.

Take care of yourself, son,
Chris



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Pike,

Forgive me for not drinking the kool aid. Prove it.

Kirk out



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Dear Chris,

Yeah, Jim can be surprisingly insightful sometimes. Occasionally. Once in a blue moon. I know you've written to him now. Jim didn't share what you said. Honestly, I think I'd rather not know. Things between the three of us are tangled enough without me getting involved in whatever's going on between the two of you. I just hope you iron it out, because I want you both to be happy. He does seem a little less tense, though, which I'm grateful for. I'm supposed to be the one on a hair-trigger, not Jim, and it was making everyone a little nervous to have him be so irritable.

He said something to you about this weighing on me? Goddammit, I asked Jim to write to you so you two could work out things between you two, not so he could lay a guilt trip on you about me. Don't worry about me. As long as you're not giving up, as long as you're fighting for us, I'll be fine. I have to say, Chris, it scares me a little bit how much I've come to rely on having you in my life. I need you, and I swore to myself after the divorce that I'd never let myself need anyone that way again. I can't help it with you, though. It's just something about you - you get past all my defenses. So just... be careful with me, all right? And now I feel pathetic, so I'm going to move on.

It makes complete sense that the PTSD and the centaurian slug's secretions affected your mental state. I'm kicking myself that I didn't realize that myself. I suppose this is why it's not a good idea to get romantically involved with a patient - you get too close to the situation and you lose your objectivity and rationality. I'm sorry, Chris. That's my fault. Not that I'm willing to give you up, either as my lover or as my patient, but it's probably a good thing that I'm not your primary treating physician. And on that subject, I saw the med report clearing you for command of the Exeter. I hope you know how happy I am for you, Chris. I'll admit that selfishly, it'll be hard to know you won't be dirtside when the Enterprise goes back to earth, but you belong out there in the black. And right now, the federation needs its very best people out there, protecting all of us, and there's no one better than you to be out there keeping us safe.

You want to go to Georgia with me this summer? Hell, I thought I'd have longer before I had to contemplate facing all those memories, but really, the longer I put it off the harder it's going to be, so it's probably better to get it over with. At least I'll have you there with me. The place is probably a mess - I haven't had anyone there to do any upkeep. But yeah, all right, we'll go together. And I really do need to tell you about that thing in my past I referred to before, the one involving my daddy, so when I'm earthside in October I'll get good and drunk and tell you about it.

So your father's almost twenty years older than your mother, huh? I see that cradle robbing runs in the family. I'm kidding, Chris. I can just see your mouth tightening up and that little line forming between your eyebrows. So just imagine me rolling my eyes at you in return, all right?

Your parents both sound like very strong people. They'd have to be, to have produced a son as strong as you. I'd love to see your mama's art. Where do your musical inclinations come from? Are either of your parents musical? I have to say, Chris, I can't quite imagine you in the universal peace corps. I think you were right to listen to your own gut and join Starfleet. I'm damn glad you did, or we'd never have met.

Shit, Chris, how in god's name do you get me so completely worked up with just a few words? In the three days since I got this comm, I've jerked off to it five times already. And after I finish this, I'm going for number six. I agree with you that the bondage thing isn't something I want to do all the time, but damn, I am really looking forward to you doing the things you talked about in your comm. So let me tell you something that I'd like to do for you.

Chris, I've told you that you can do unbelievable things with your mouth. And I know you like it when I use my mouth on you too. Hell, I've seen the way you look at my mouth at random moments - if I'm eating, or talking, or chewing on a stylus. I know I'm not as good at giving head as you are, but Chris - I'm going to learn. If it takes hours and hours of practice, then that's what I'll do. I want to lick you and suck you, use my tongue on your balls and on your asshole, and figure out what you like best, what makes you gasp and moan. And I want you to teach me some of your tricks, and god, Chris, I really want to work on overcoming my gag reflex so I can deep-throat you the way you do to me. And when I've gotten good at that, I want to get on my knees in front of you, then have you thread your fingers into my hair and fuck my mouth. I want you to just take me, use me to please yourself, and then come down my throat or all over my face, or anything else you want.

You never did answer my question about what I could do for you for your birthday. Any particular wishes or fantasies I can fulfill? I'd really like to do something special for you, darlin'.

Dammit, how long until we're earthside? Too damn long, anyway. I'll talk to you on Sunday, at least. Those vidcomms give me something to look forward to all week long.

Take care of yourself. I love you.

Yours always,
Len



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Pike,

Bones isn't going to be able to make the vidcomm tonight. He got some news from home today that has kind of -- well, he's a bit drunk right now. Nothing to worry about, I promise. He just needs to sleep it off. I'll have him comm you tomorrow and explain.

Jim



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ramie_k: Star Trek: Bones damaging my calm!ramie_k on March 22nd, 2010 05:15 am (UTC)
GAH!! NOES, CLIFFHANGERS!!!

Poor Jim, I feel sorry for him. Actually, I feel sorry for the punching bags! Yeah, Pike's got a lot to work out for himself. Let's hope he can (and as a firm Jones shipper, you should know that only you could make me say that!)
Sky: [star trek aos] karl sexyfaceskyblue_reverie on March 22nd, 2010 04:01 pm (UTC)
I consider it high praise that we can make a firm Jones shipper root for Pike/McCoy!

I kind of feel sorry for all involved. Especially the punching bags. ;)

Thank you so much, bb! :D