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Trek Fic: The Middle of the Night (Pike/McCoy, NC-17)

Title: The Middle of the Night (Part 9 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. ish.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: around 5500
Summary: The further correspondence of Leonard McCoy and Christopher Pike. The weeks leading up to Space Prom! (Okay, FINE, the "Starfleet Officers' Ball," but seriously, doesn't Space Prom sound more fun?)
Authors' Notes: From skyblue_reverie (the loud one): You may have noticed that I usually post updates to my LJ at least a few hours, if not a day or so, earlier than I post to the comms. So consider that incentive to watch this spot if you want updates right away! ;) From mga1999 (the quiet one): Yes, she tries to give me time to go hide in the closet.

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
Part 8, Why the Sea Is Boiling Hot

To: Christopher Pike (
From: Leonard McCoy (

Dear Chris,

God damn, I've got the hangover from hell. Been a long time since I've been that drunk. I'm really sorry I missed our vidcomm. That was an asinine thing to do, especially when that's the one part of my week that's actually always good.

The long and short of it is that I got a comm from Jocelyn yesterday. She's getting married, to the guy she cheated on me with. The one who I thought was my friend for six years, only to find out he'd been screwing my wife for three of them. His name's Clay, curse his soul to hell.

They had the almighty gall to invite me to the wedding, if you can believe that. It's going to be a Christmas wedding - how goddamned charming. Come to think of it, maybe I should go, and bring you with me. You're ten times the man Clay is, so she can take a good look at my new lover and just eat her heart out.

Anyway, I don't want you to worry - it's not like I have any feelings for Jocelyn anymore, unless you count bitterness and disgust. It just brought up some ugly memories, I guess, and I broke out the bourbon, and before I knew it I was drooling on the floor and Jim was trying to get me to tell him how many fingers he was holding up.

So again, I'm sorry I missed our vidcomm. I'd really like to try again, though, and not wait until next week, if that's all right with you. I'll try to vidcomm you around 2100 this evening. If you're busy or out, that's all right, I'll just leave you a message. Otherwise, if you're in, I'd love to see your face. Remind myself that I've got someone who cares, that I'm not the pathetic loser I was when she dumped me for my so-called friend.

I hope you're well. I love you, Chris.


p.s. At least I won't have the goddamn alimony payment anymore. Thank heaven for small favors, right?

To: Leonard McCoy (
From: Christopher Pike (

Dear Len,

I can't make a vidcomm at 2100 tonight. I am interviewing candidates for the chief engineer spot on the Exeter all day today up until 2200. Yes, that many to pore through. I probably won't be home until after midnight. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about the news from your ex. I wish I had time to write more, but I'm already late for p.t. and then the interviews start right after. I'll try to write at lunch if I have time.

Quit making yourself suffer and take a hypospray for the hangover. Just because you were an idiot, doesn't mean you should suffer.

Gotta run. I love you.


p.s. I just realized that I forgot to say something last month around September 20th. I'm so sorry, Len. I feel terrible that I forgot. I'm not going to make excuses, and I swear I'll be a better partner next year.

To: Leonard McCoy (
From: Christopher Pike (

Dear Len,

Trying to answer your last comm while I'm sitting here eating lunch. Not entirely happy with the candidates I've seen so far this morning. Hopefully this afternoon will be better. I will probably be comming the Enterprise tomorrow morning to talk with Mr. Scott for his opinions after I pare the list down. I was originally hoping to steal my old chief from the Yorktown, but he's decided to retire. Can't say that I blame him after the Narada incident. He's been in forty years, and he almost decided to take a posting on the Farragut.

I hope you know, if you want or need to talk about the Jocelyn situation more, I'm here. I know and suspect there was more to your divorce than just losing the baby. If you want to talk about it -- just don't think you can't. If it were at all possible, I would have loved to accompany you to the wedding, but considering we'll both be in deep space on opposite sides of the galaxy in December, it's unlikely.

As far as Jim is concerned, don't be hard on the kid for his honesty. Every single thing he said in his comm was true. And for things to be okay between Jim and I, he's going to have to know that I'm doing right by you. And that's going to take time for him to see. I have things to prove to him, and I have every intention of doing so. It's all connected whether we like it or not. It's kind of hard getting my head out of my ass, but I'm working on it.

Just so you know, a year or two ago, I wouldn't have bothered finding time to write you like this. I would have just let it go until everything was done. You're that important to me. And I know I can't keep making the same mistakes from my past, and that I've made since we started seeing each other. Not that I'm not going to make them, because I know I am. I just want you to understand that I'm trying to make you equally as important as what I'm doing right now.

I've got a comm coming through right now for an interview, but I'm going to go ahead and send this in case I get too busy later. I'll write you before I go to sleep.

Love you,

p.s. Forgot to mention the crystal. I saw you jerking off at least four of those six times after my comm. I joined you on two of them.

To: Leonard McCoy (
From: Christopher Pike (

Dear Len,

God I'm tired. I didn't finish the interviews until almost 0100. I cancelled my p.t. this morning so I can sleep in, but I wanted to finish this so I can sleep soundly. Have about four candidates I'm looking at. I'll have Mr. Scott see if you are available after I'm done and maybe we can talk for a few minutes.

I probably shouldn't be getting into this right now since I'm so tired, so here goes nothing. Len, I don't think you realize what you have brought to my life. You are better at articulating your feelings than I am. It's hard for me to come out and say that I need someone. Anyone. But I do need you, Len. As much as if not more than you need me. I'm sorry if other than sexually, I haven't made you feel that way enough. I'm as deep in this as you are, probably deeper. I've never been in love like this before. Never felt it so much. I had pretty much given up on ever having anything like we have. And I am going to be all cliché-filled here and say it's all-encompassing to the point that I keep waiting to wake up and find out it's all a dream. Right now I am imagining you with that sappy smile after reading this. God, your smile is so gorgeous, Len. And I plan on doing everything I can to make you smile more often, okay, honey?

Now, back to my father. Yes, my father will be ninety-three next year. He barely looks a day over seventy though, and still runs a couple of miles everyday. I also should have told you that my mother was his second marriage. He was married to a man, for almost twenty years. They divorced, and he met and married my mom a year later. He never really talked about that much; heck, I didn't even know until I was in secondary school. I get the impression from my mother that he and his husband were young and in love and both married against their parents' wishes. And it just ran its course. They were apart most of the time, and I got the feeling that the last ten years of the marriage was a convenience thing.

I have no idea where I get my musicality from. I've never seen any of my family do anything music-related. And I certainly didn't inherit any of my mother's artistic ability unless you consider badly drawn stick figures art. So besides fishing, what else do you like to do? I know you mentioned having horses and riding when I was on the Enterprise. There has to be something little Lenny McCoy did besides practice being a doctor on everything.

As far as my birthday -- Well, here's another cliché filled request -- I want to simply spend the day with you. I want to sleep in and wake up with you in my arms. I want to feel your mouth on my cock, and then have you inside me. Then we can wander out and eat lunch at the old pier. I want to walk along the beach barefoot, feeling the earth we'll be leaving behind between my toes, holding your hand. I want to sit in the sand and kiss you, and run my fingers through your hair. And then I want to spend the rest of the day in my bed making love with each other, drowsing, and eating Chinese takeout for dinner. I just want to be with you on my birthday, because I doubt we'll be able to spend it together next year or possibly the next five.

I've been slowly stroking myself as I write this, reading what you want to do with your mouth. And Len, you have nothing to -- well, sure I can teach you things if you want -- but believe me, I am completely satisfied with your mouth. And I'm not just saying that. Of course if you want to practice your skills, feel free, if you must. Fuck, it would be so incredibly hot to fuck your mouth like that -- when you're ready. Until then, I will still dream of what your mouth already does to me.

Gonna sign off now so I can go finish jerking off in bed and get some sleep. I hope to see your gorgeous face on vidcomm tomorrow.

All my love,

To: Christopher Pike (
From: Leonard McCoy (

Dear Chris,

I can tell how stressed out and frazzled you are by the launch preparations, from your letters and from seeing your face during our vidcomm. I won't tell you to take it easy, because I know you can't, but just take care of yourself, all right? Make sure you're eating, make sure you're getting at least some sleep. All right, I'll stop mother-henning now. It was good to talk to you, even if only for a few minutes.

As a rule, I don't take hangover hyposprays. If you take away all the negative consequences of an action, what's to stop you from doing the same damn fool thing over and over? That's what I tell Jim when he begs me for one, and I'm not so much of a hypocrite that I'd withhold it from him and give it to myself. Besides, a little suffering's good for the soul, or so my grandmother used to say.

I hope Scotty gave you some good input on your choices for chief engineer. He's one crazy bastard, but Jim swears he's a goddamned genius, and he does seem to consistently pull miracles out of his ass, so I guess he knows what he's talking about. I hope so, anyway, since all of our lives are in his hands. Jesus, that's a frightening thought. By the way, has Boyce agreed to serve as your CMO? I'll feel better if he has - that way I know you'll be in good hands. I won't lie, I'll probably get a bit jealous, knowing that he's the one seeing to your health, especially now that I know you two were lovers, but I do trust you, Chris, and I'd rather it be him taking care of you than anyone else but me.

Thanks for the offer to talk about Jocelyn. I probably will, at some point. Yeah, there was more to it than losing the baby, and than her cheating on me with Clay. Some of it was my fault - hell, a lot of it was. I'm not really ready to go excavating all of it yet, but when I am, I'll take you up on your offer. I appreciate it, Chris. And the same goes for you - if there's anything in your past, or anything about your marriage, that you need to talk about, I'm here.

The things you said about us, and how you feel about me... thanks for that, Chris. It really is kind of pathetic how much that reassurance helps me, but it does. I do the same thing with expecting that any moment I'm going to wake up and find it's all been a dream, that I'm back to being the bitter, lonely asshole that I was after the divorce. Well, I suppose most of the crew would still say I'm a bitter asshole, but at least I'm not lonely anymore, right?

It doesn't surprise me at all that your father's still fit as a fiddle at his age. I'm sure you will be too. Hell, you'll probably be making me take those morning runs with you when you're 93, and I'm damn sure that you'll be in better shape than me. So it seems that for your father, the second time was the charm when it came to marriage, huh? Hope that'll be the case for you and me, too. This is really none of my business, and just tell me to butt out if you want, but I was wondering - have you told your parents about us yet?

All right, to answer your question about things that I like to do, or that I liked to do as a kid, besides pretending to be a doctor. Well first of all, it might surprise you to know that for most of my childhood, I wanted to be a veterinarian like my mama, not a doctor at all. I've never had an easy time getting along with people - frankly, I think most of 'em are ignorant, selfish, or worse. Animals, though - I've always loved animals, loved being around them. Animals won't ever try to screw you over. They might bite you out of fear, but they won't pretend to like you and then stab you in the back. So as a kid, I spent a lot of time around the animals we had on the property - riding the horses, like I told you, and taking care of the chickens, goats, pigs, alpacas, rabbits, and whatever other strays my mama had taken in. Plus I'd wander the woods, look for animal tracks, see how many I could identify. I'd catch frogs and try to make friends with 'em - you can guess how successful that was. I used to just ramble all over our acreage for hours and hours on end. Sometimes during the summer, I'd put some supplies in my backpack and head out and camp for a few days. I used to love sleeping under the stars, hiking, or just sitting by a stream daydreaming.

I used to love reading - I'd almost always have a PADD on me, with Mark Twain or Jules Verne or Madeleine L'Engle. Haven't done much reading for pleasure in years - always medical journals to keep up on whenever I've got any down time.

So what about you? Besides playing guitar and wrangling snakes, what did you like to do as a kid? What do you like to do on your down time now?

God, Chris, the day you describe for your birthday - that sounds like paradise. Of course we can do all that. And while I'm glad to hear that you're satisfied with what I can do with my mouth now, I still want to learn to do more. So you'll just have to suffer through all of my practicing. It's a hardship, I know.

Damn, it's hot that you've seen me jerking off, and that you've been joining me. If we ever make it back to Uxtaxia, I'm going to get another crystal and imprint it on you so I can see what you're up to. Come to think of it, you may make it out there before we do, so if you do, get one for me, all right?

I keep thinking of the Officers' Ball, how goddamn good you're going to look, lean and fit in your dress uniform, and how damn proud I'm going to be to be there with you, everyone knowing that we're lovers. I'm going to dance with you, Chris, and I'm going to let my hands linger on your body, and I'm probably even going to steal a couple of kisses. Tell me now if that's not all right, because I want to lay claim to you in front of everybody there. I want them all to know that Admiral Pike, the commander of the Exeter, belongs to me, and they'd better keep their hands to themselves. And I want your crew to know that they'd better keep you in one piece, or they will be facing my wrath.

Oh, and I want to make those vids you were talking about, so I've got something to keep me company during my jerkoff sessions when we're both out in the black. I want to see what it looks like when you're making love to me, driving me crazy with your hands and your mouth, and when you're fucking me so slow and deep that I see stars. I want to see that moment when you come, the way your eyes get darker and your hands clench on mine. I want to be able to watch all of that over and over again, and remember what it feels like. It'll keep me sane until we're together again.

All right, darlin', now I'm going to go take a shower, remember what it felt like to have you on your knees in front of me in that same shower when you were here, and I'm going to come with your name on my lips.

I love you, Chris, and I'm never going to stop.

Yours always,

p.s. Thanks for remembering September 20th, even if belatedly. It means a lot to me.

To: Leonard McCoy (
From: Christopher Pike (

Dear Len,

Forgive me for not writing sooner. At least we had our vidcomm a three nights ago, otherwise, I haven't had a moment to myself the last two weeks. Hell, I haven't even been able to jerk off since our vidcomm, that's how tired I've been when I finally make it home. I swear I should just sleep on the couch in my office. That would get me an extra hour with commuting. Probably wasn't the brightest idea to move back home last month, but I still am glad to be back in my own place.

And yes, I am taking care of myself the best I can, considering. I promise. I'm just trying to get everything wrapped up so I'll be all yours for those six days we'll have together. Yes, I'll have a few things to do here and there, but I have been working hard to get a majority of it done. God, I cannot wait to see you, Len.

Yes, Philip has signed on to be my CMO. I have mixed feelings, though, as it's caused a rift between him and Allen. The kids are all fine with it, but Allen took off to his next research assignment three weeks ago, not at all happy that neither of them will be on Earth for the kids. I'm sure they will work it out though. If not, I'll have my own moody and cranky CMO.

In fact, I have all my command crew firmly in place now, which is a relief. My new first officer is hard at work at her duties, which has taken some weight off of my shoulders. She's quite a spitfire, and reminds me of my former first officer from long ago. And full disclosure, yes, she (my former first officer, not my current one) is the one who was my lover. And I honestly don't remember if I ever mentioned it, but she was the first officer who died when I lost those shuttles. I was also in love with her, Len. Just so you know. It's still a touchy subject with me even after all this time. It was my first command, and I probably would have married her when our tour was over. I'll tell you more when we're together dirtside. Maybe we can both get drunk enough to talk about those difficult subjects.

As far as what else I did as a kid? Well, school and my chores on the ranch kept me pretty busy. Besides regular school, my father had me enrolled in a further studies program after school for another three hours. I'd get home just in time for dinner, and I spent the rest of my time in my room playing guitar and studying. It wasn't as bad as it sounds, though. I actually have always loved learning about new things. There wasn't a heck of a lot to do out in the desert, Len. But once I hit puberty, my interests became quite focused on two things: girls and boys.

Speaking of those girls and boys. When did you lose your virginity? I know you mentioned being pretty hot and heavy with a girl when you were fifteen. Me? Well, my first time was with a boy. He was the drummer in my band. I was fourteen, he was seventeen. I only bottomed, and it lasted about four months until he went off to college. Late that summer though, I met Marcella who was a foreign exchange student from Portugal. God, she was the sweetest thing, Len. She was sixteen, and curvy with long black wavy hair, and we spent lazy days having sex up in the loft of the barn. The first time I topped with a guy, was actually -- God, I am embarrassed to admit -- a groupie -- yes, you read that right -- after a gig New Year's Eve when I was sixteen. I lasted maybe all of three minutes in a stall in the bathroom and then sucked him dry. He didn't seem to mind though. Kind of became a regular thing, but only after gigs. I don't even remember his name now. Not sure if that's a good thing or not.

Yes, I've told my parents about you. I guess with everything going on at the time, I forgot to mention they were here about a week after I came back from the Enterprise. They had just been to Regula VII and stayed a couple of days. My mother of course was especially pleased. I'm sure you can guess why. My father asked a few questions, and I'm sure by now he knows everything there is to know about you through his fleet and diplomatic contacts. Don't be offended. He's like that. He asked how you were last time we commed, so that means he approves. They already had plans for a long space cruise before I decided to take a command again, so they won't be here for the launch. But I'm hoping our shore leave lines up next year as they'll be celebrating their fifty-fifth wedding anniversary. In fact, they're taking that cruise as an anniversary trip, and then they're going to have a celebration for friends and family when they're back, in June. I'm going to try to coordinate it so we can swing over to Florida for that and then to your place in Georgia. Does that sound okay? And please feel free to tell me if it's not. But you had better get used to it -- I tend to make plans as I see fit, forgetting sometimes that there is another person to consider.

I definitely will pick up a crystal if we happen to swing by Uxtaxia. If not, I might arrange to have someone pick up, get it to me, and then you somehow. And no, you really don't want to know how. But since realistically we may only see each other a few times in the next couple of years, I know it would help you to have it. When I am feeling especially -- I don't know -- lost, I guess, just reaching in my pocket and touching it helps me feel close to you. God, there's that pathetic thing again.

I had to chuckle at what you said about the Officer's Ball. You might have some competition for laying claim. I intend to be just as possessive, if not more so, than I was at that bar on Milika. Yes, there will be dancing, kissing, and it will probably take all my willpower not to grope you. I have big plans for you the night of that ball. And no, I'm not going to tell you exactly what they are, but I will say there will be fucking involved, with each of us still in our dress uniforms. You may not like those uniforms, and I agree they aren't exactly the most comfortable things, but I promise, you'll like them a lot more when I'm done with you.

God, I'm exhausted. It's been two hours since I started this comm. I keep getting interrupted with official duties. So I'm going to pack up here -- yes, I'm still in my office at 0030 -- and head home. I still need to figure out where I'm going to set up the holocams at home for your visit next week. Yes, cams as in plural. I want to see us fucking each other from every possible angle. And I'm going to set them up throughout my apartment, on motion sensors so that they'll automatically start recording anytime we're around. So if there's any time you don't want to be recorded, let me know, all right?

I love you. God, I can't wait to see you.


To: Christopher Pike (
From: Leonard McCoy (

Dear Chris,

It's good to hear from you. You weren't kidding about a one-track mind when preparing for launch - you're not even making time to jerk off? Good god, man! It's a good thing I'll be there in a week to save you from yourself. And I'm planning to do a lot of saving, so I hope you've wrapped up everything that needed to get done.

I'm relieved to hear that Boyce has agreed to come on as CMO. I'm sorry if it's caused any conflict in his relationship, but Chris, I wouldn't trust anyone else, so I can't be too sorry. You said his kids have all graduated secondary school, right? They're probably jumping up and down in glee at the prospect of being free of parental oversight for a while. I remember how I was at that age.

God, Chris, I'm having enough trouble wrestling with my jealousy over you having an ex-lover onboard as your CMO. Now you tell me your first officer reminds you of a tragic love from your past? I've got to admit that scares me a little. I trust you, I do. If she's young and a spitfire though, I don't necessarily trust her. I'd like to meet her when I'm earthside, remind her that you're quite thoroughly taken. And yeah, I'd say that we're due for a date with a couple bottles of our respective drinks-of-choice and then we can get some of this crap off of our chests. They say you feel better after you talk about that shit. Guess we'll find out, huh?

So as soon as you hit puberty you were the local lothario - why does that not surprise me? I bet you were a blue-eyed heartbreaker, running wild in that small town. Reminds me of what Jim's told me of his adolescence, actually. The two of you were cut from the same cloth in a lot of ways. My early sexual life, on the other hand, was fairly undistinguished. I've already mentioned Jenny, my first girlfriend. I was her first as well, so we kind of fumbled through everything together. We were each other's first hand job, first oral sex, and first penetrative sex. We finally did the deed, so to speak, when we were both sixteen. It was out underneath the weeping cherry tree on my family's property. Quite a romantic spot - the tree was in full bloom and the branches reached all the way to the ground, so it was like being in a heaven of pink petals and that incredible cherry blossom scent. To this day that smell brings me right back to that first time with Jenny. She was a sweet girl. We parted tearfully when her family moved to Indiana just before our senior year of high school, but both of us recovered fairly quickly. Last I heard, which is a while ago now, she was working in Savannah designing replicator technology, and was married with a kid.

My first time with a guy was when I went away to college. I was living in the dorm at Ole Miss, and just down the hall there was another freshman named Michael. He was gorgeous, and confident, and I couldn't believe my luck that he was actually interested in me. We dated for about six months, and he was my first in terms of both topping and bottoming, although generally I topped. His roommate had a girlfriend with an off-campus apartment, so the roommate spent most of his time there, and I spent most of my time in Michael's bed. Then someone else caught his eye, he dumped me, and I spent the next few months becoming acquainted with my next great love - Jack Daniels. God damn, that was awkward, living about 25 feet away from my ex, sharing a bathroom, for god's sake. Especially since I was such a drunken mess.

So Chris, you've told me about your first sexual experiences - who was your first love? I'd say Jenny was mine - it was a naive, high school infatuation kind of love, but definitely "first love" would be an apt description, and it was the first time I'd said those words in a romantic context.

Good lord, your father is using his contacts to check me out? Should I expect to be followed by spies wearing trench coats and dark sunglasses when I'm planetside? Is my credit account being monitored? I'm kidding - sort of. If I wasn't nervous enough about the prospect of meeting your parents, now I'm going to be really paranoid. Glad he approves, although he couldn't have talked to any of Jocelyn's people if he has any sort of positive opinion of me. And yeah, we can go by your parents' in Florida before we go to Georgia this summer. I would like to meet them, even if it makes me ridiculously nervous. And Chris, you go ahead and make whatever plans you want to make, but I'm no shrinking violet, and if I don't like what you've got planned, expect to get an earful. I'm sure you realized that already, though.

I'm really glad the crystal means so much to you, Chris. Really. I had hoped it would, but - well, you never know how a gift like that is going to come across. So it's really good to know that it helps you, and whenever we can make it happen, I'd love to have one as well.

I guess we'll just be two possessive bastards crawling all over each other at the Officers' Ball. The admiralty and all the dignitaries will just have to deal with it. I've only got six days with you, and I'm not wasting any of it on stupid shit like propriety and standing a proper distance apart. God, Chris, you've got no idea the ridiculous things you make me want to do. I've been fantasizing about marking you as mine when I get to earth - I'm going to leave hickeys and bite marks all over you, the way you did to me last time we were together. And, of course, I want my own share of marks from you too, to take back with me out into the black.

I'll let you handle all the technical details of holocam placement, editing, and whatnot. I'll just show up to have some marathon sex with you that we can both watch later, over and over again. Then we can doze for a bit and do it all over again. God, it'll be good to sleep on sheets that smell like you. During your visit, and even for a day or two after you left the Enterprise, I could smell you in my quarters, and I miss that. I miss it a lot. Might have to steal one of your t-shirts to take with me out into the black. Fuck, you smell good, Chris. I can't even describe it, but I love it.

All right, before I get even more maudlin, I'd better end this. Plus it's 2330 and I really need to get some sleep. This time next week, though, I'll be in your arms.

I love you.

Yours always,

Part 10 here.

Tags: fic: trek, pairing: pike/mccoy, series: to talk of many things
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