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Trek Fic: After the Day Was Done (Pike/McCoy, NC-17)

Title: After the Day Was Done (Part 11 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 lite (kind of soft-core-ish)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: around 5000
Summary: The further correspondence of Leonard McCoy and Christopher Pike. And Jim Kirk, because he's just a buttinski like that.
Authors' Notes: From skyblue_reverie (the loud one): This is, what, the fourth fic I've posted this weekend? Are you sick of me yet? :p From mga1999 (the quiet one): That's what happens when I'm MIA for a day. She obviously can't be left unattended. :P


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
Part 9, The Middle of the Night
Part 10, Thick and Fast They Came At Last






To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Bones,

This meeting is boring. Entertain me.

Jim



To: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Jim,

Some of us are busy doing important things.

Bones



To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Bones,

Oh please. You had everything you needed to do done the first morning we were back in San Fran. Whacking off repeatedly while thinking about your boyfriend doesn't count as BUSY.

Jim



To: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Jim,

Your tastefulness and sheer class never fail to astound me.

Bones



To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Bones,

I notice you didn't deny that that's what you were doing. By the way, it's pretty rich that you wrote to Chris about how "classy" I am for taking girls to the back of clubs when you two had sex in the bathroom at the Officers' Ball. Don't think I couldn't tell how fucked-out you both looked when you snuck out of that bathroom that had been "closed for maintenance."

Jim



To: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Jim,

Next time I see you I'm going to hypospray your ass into next Sunday.

Bones



To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Bones,

Fine. Have fun moving all those boxes into Chris's place by yourself then.

Jim




To: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

Jim,

Oh no, three whole cardboard boxes. However will I manage?

Bones



To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Bones,

Fine, I can see you're just in a pissy mood. Go back to your porn holovids that you made with Chris. Maybe it'll put you in a better mood.

Jim




To: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)

JIM - HOW THE HELL DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT? IF YOU'VE BEEN HACKING MY COMPUTER AGAIN I'M GOING TO KILL YOU.




To: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
From: James T. Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)

Bones,

I didn't know for sure, but you just confirmed it. I'm so awesome at this tactics shit. Thanks for the entertainment! See you tomorrow!

Jim



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

Dear Chris,

I've attached some holos of Bones surfing. See - PROOF. He was actually upright for at least twenty seconds! And smiling! Had to get them from the paps though. Sometimes they are good for something at least. I just wish they didn't upset Bones so much. Negotiations went well though, I got the holos and got them to agree to leave us alone the last couple of days if I agreed to wear the speedo para-sailing. So they got those shots and Bones got to relax without cameras lurking the last two days. Well worth it.

I just took a virtual tour of the Exeter and she's quite a ship, Chris. You actually have a hundred more crew than I do, but I'm not complaining. I have a hard enough time keeping track of the eight hundred and forty-seven I have. I am taking your advice though, and learning to delegate. Or trying to. Bones would say I'm not at all, but I'm doing better than I was. It's not easy for me though. I have a great yeoman, and I arranged for him to have help too. I'm not good at giving up control though, as you know. Of course I've been told by Admiral Archer that you were even worse than I am. That's a pretty scary thought.

I'm looking forward to getting back out there. I'm getting a little jittery sitting around my temporary quarters. Tomorrow I'm helping Bones move some stuff he had shipped from Atlanta into your place. Or should I say yours and Bones' place? Bones is shacking up. Never thought it would happen, but I'm happy for him, and for you. I know I told you all this while you were here. It was great to see you every day in morning command meetings and grab lunch before you headed back to Bones. And I meant what I told you, that I'm going to try not to overreact when things go wrong -- Maybe I'll have Uhura teach me a few more dozen languages than the twenty four I know how to count to ten in. Bones and I had a long talk too this week, and I think that helped. Well, I mean helped me see it from the standpoint that relationships aren't going to always be 'sunshine and cherry blossoms' as he called it. So I'll try to only threaten to kick your ass half of the time. Deal?

Well, I think I'm going to go run some laps, or maybe down and across the Golden Gate Bridge before I go stir crazy.

Jim



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

Dear Jim,

I really appreciate you getting the holos for me. I agree, it's nice to see him smiling. Glad the both of you got some peace from the paps the last couple of days. I'm sorry, I should have figured they'd be on you two down there. Next time, I know a few places more private. Let me know if you get unexpected shore leave on earth and I'll set it up for you.

I know that jittery feeling you describe. It does get better, though, when you've been around a little longer. Of course Philip just tells me it's because I'm old and my nerves are already degenerating. I'm glad you came to dinner at his house for my early birthday celebration. His daughter Kianna was absolutely thrilled to meet you. That goddaughter of mine is going to make one hell of a bridge officer someday.

Well, I'm tired and I still have to write Len before I turn in, so this is going to have to be short.

Be safe out there, son.

Chris





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

Dear Len,

I got the holos from Jim of you surfing. I especially like the one of you wiping out. But come on, you have to admit you had fun. You looked like you were having fun. And seeing you walk out of the water holding the surfboard, hair dripping and water all over your skin. Damn. I guess the paparazzi are good for something. I still can't believe Jim wheeled and dealed with them to get copies. Only Jim.

Speaking of paparazzi, I think you may be right about my XO, Commander Sato. Now, stop having a heart attack. She can want me, but she's never going to have me. She propositioned me none too subtly and I flat out told her I was taken, committed and don't cheat. But she got a little too much satisfaction out of making sure I saw the tabloid holos of you and Jim during your Mexico vacation splashed across the gossipnet. I'm sure she was quite confused when I shrugged them off. In fact, I told her I'd arranged the suite for the two of you. The look on her face, Len -- I will admit I may have had a little too much fun with the whole situation. But the best part of it? It didn't bother me at all. No jealousy. That made me feel pretty damn good.

So it's been a week on the Exeter now. We've reached our primary assigned vector. The planets are mostly uninhabited, but the federation starbase sees a lot of traders and, like every other remote system, a few pirates. Since there are about a dozen federation planets in the four systems around it, here we are. We're supposed to be out here for five months and then hit the neutral zone for the two month tour on the way home. There's a small system out here with a couple of planets that Starfleet has been wooing to join the federation. So I'm sure we'll be opening diplomatic relations with them soon. I really want the crew to feel a little more settled first, though.

I wish there had been a way for me to holovid our christening the Exeter. Unfortunately, there wasn't without it going through ship security protocols. And while I can lock it down pretty tightly with my clearance, there are still too many people who could have easily accessed it when it originates on the ship. Don't think I didn't think about it though, but it's not something I'll ever forget anyway. It's going to be a long time before I can sit in the captain's chair without getting hard. And I'm not just saying this because I'm with you, Len, but it was definitely the best 'christening' sex I've ever had. That was the fifth, but the first with someone I love. So it's very special to me, especially considering it will be my last. And by the way, Jim certainly did christen the Enterprise. I won't say anymore since you don't want to know. And in case you are wondering, no, I never did. There wasn't time.

Now, onto other things. No, I didn't know they were creating that medal of valor. They did a good job of keeping that a secret from me. I'm glad you think I handled it so well, because I was completely winging it. But yeah, I'm good at stuff like that. I've always been a natural public speaker. I'm sure that being in a band from the time I was twelve helped a lot. I was used to crowds. I was proud as hell to have someone to share the honor with, someone actually there with me. To be able to look over and see you and Jim meant so much to me. I'm not kidding, Len. I wouldn't be alive, and wouldn't have been standing up there to be able to receive the honor, if it wasn't for you two. You may like deflecting attention from yourself, but ultimately, if you hadn't taken Jim onto the Enterprise, none of us would be here right now. It all started with you.

Speaking of that subject, I want you to listen to me, Leonard McCoy. Imagine me using that authoritative voice you love so much. All right? I'm tired of this self-deprecating shtick. Humility is fine; putting yourself down at every turn is not. As a psychologist, you know this, you just won't look at it objectively. It's one thing if you don't like the spotlight; that isn't for everyone. But honey, it hurts me that you think so little of yourself sometimes. I realize your ex-wife did a number on you. And I'm sure what happened with your father didn't help, but at only thirty-two, you have THREE doctorates, you've invented a brain stem grafting technique that's saved thousands of lives already, cured a plague on Capella IV before you were even out of med school, saved not only my life, but I've been told many times that I would have never walked again if not for the pure genius of your surgical skills on the Enterprise. You then developed the neural model that got my sexual functioning back months, if not years, sooner than it may have come back on its own. And that saved my life too, Len. You saved Earth, hell, the entire Federation. And if I have to remind you of that every day for the rest of my life to get it through your stubborn head, I will. So I think it's time that you got your head out of your own ass and realized what an amazing not only doctor, but man you are. I might also add, you snagged one of the most eligible bachelors on the planet, falling behind only James Tiberius Kirk.

Do I need to go on? Because I have a whole arsenal I can pull out if I need to. I love you, honey. I want you to see how incredible you are. And don't throw the 'I know I'm a good doctor' line back at me again. If you knew you were that good -- well, you would be able to see the amazing man that I see. I mean it, Len. You know I don't say things that aren't true, and frankly, if you haven't figured it out by now, I can be a pretty shallow man in certain ways. I'm not proud of that, but I've never been with anyone who wasn't a looker. And your looks might have initially attracted me, and the fact that I'm beyond sexually compatible with you, but I fell in love with you for you. Your courage, your compassion, your absolute dedication to your vocation, and it might surprise you that I'm saying this, but your devotion to Jim. You have no idea how much I am attracted to all of that. You, Leonard McCoy, are the total package. Man, I sound like a used hover-car salesman now, but I hope you understand, since I don't articulate these things well. In Jim-speak, I'm sure it would be something like: "You're hot, let's fuck." Do I get points for doing, I hope, a little better than that?

Now, onto better things. So you liked the bathroom during the ball, huh? I have to say, I originally planned on taking you up to the Exeter after the ball, but I wanted to spend more time on the ship with you than just a quick fuck on the bridge, and I know how late those balls have lasted in the past. But I wanted you to have a good memory of us being in those dress uniforms, so I got a little creative, and no, I've never done that, had sex at a Starfleet function, with anyone else before -- never wanted to. You, Len, make me want to do things I've never done before.

You, Leonard McCoy, have made me into one of those men I used to roll my eyes at. The ones gushing about their wives or husbands. I'm not kidding. Ask Philip. Ask Spock, I'm sure he'd tell you 'Captain Pike speaks the truth.'

Now, my favorite moment during our time at home. This may surprise you, but it was the night before my birthday. Remember, you lying there in between my legs in our bed, resting against my chest? We were both half drowsing, half reading our PADDs after dinner with the Barnetts. We'd both had enough wine to make us relaxed and lazy. I was approving last-minute supply requests for the Exeter, you were reading a new journal article. I realized I was perfectly content in bed with you there. Just being there with you. And honestly, I haven't ever had anyone in that bed for anything other than sex. I don't know how to explain it, but I just felt home, Len. And I finished my last bit of work and kissed the crown of your head, and you sighed, and I knew that you were just as content as I was.

God, I'd never wanted you more, and I wasn't even hard at that point. So I let you finish, and when I saw you get to the end of your article, I moved my hand down, brushing my thumb across the top of your flannel pants. And when I slid it under the band, your breath hitched, and I stroked your gorgeous cock until you were hard, and slowly, so slowly, I caressed you, as your head tilted up and we kissed each other just as slowly. Those deep sounds that come from the back of your throat nearly made me flip you over and take you right then, but I didn't. I was patient, and teased you, kissed you until you arched against me and came so powerfully, shaking and shuddering and I'd never seen anything more beautiful, Len.

I think we kissed another, God, it had to be fifteen, twenty minutes, you still lying against me, until I just had to have you. We stripped our pants off. It was all so slow, so natural, and so -- there are no words. Even prepping you was just as slow and careful, and when I finally slid into you, I swear both of our eyes rolled into the backs of our heads. I've never had sex, no, made love so slowly, our fingers laced together next to your head as I moved in and out of you, our mouths fused, your legs wrapped around my back -- every part of us that could be connected was. God, Len, I cannot wait to find that part on the raw footage we shot. Because that will be what I'll be re-watching the most. The toys, the bondage, the quick fucks -- yeah, those are all pretty great -- I just, really, can't even describe it, Len. Except to say that I love you. And now, I'm going to lie in bed, and touch myself just as slowly, and it will be your name on my lips when I come.

Forever yours,
Chris




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

Dear Chris,

I'm back in our apartment now, and good lord, that still sounds weird to me. Our apartment. Anyway, got back from Mexico a few days ago, and for the next week we'll be here in San Francisco dealing with the resupplying and repairs for our next trip out. Jim's nearly as preoccupied as you were before the Exeter launch, overseeing a million details and refusing to delegate any of them. I don't have quite as much to do - I need to supervise the installation of some new medical equipment in sickbay, and make sure that we get properly restocked, but that's about it. So I'm at loose ends for most of the week.

Me and loose ends are not friends, Chris. Keep me busy, and I'm all right. Give me free time and nothing to do, though, and I tend to brood and worry and imagine a thousand worst-case scenarios. Most of which, right now, involve you either in bed with Ayumi Sato, or dead with your atoms scattered across the galaxy. Damn it, I'm a morbid bastard. Anyway, I'm sure you don't want to hear this shit, and I don't particularly want to admit how much time I spend dwelling on it, so I'll move on.

Mexico was good. I'm glad Jim dragged me. I wish you'd been there, though - the beaches were so beautiful, and there were so many things that I would've liked to've shared with you. Someday we'll travel together. Maybe in that boat you've been dreaming about.

It was good to spend some time with Jim, though, in a situation where he wasn't trying to get his fool ass shot at or tortured or eaten by a marauding beast. I know the tabloids made a lot of the fact that Jim and I were there together, and I'm glad that you didn't feel jealous, Chris. Real glad. I think the shoe's on the other foot now, though, because I gotta admit I was pretty upset to read in your last comm that Cmdr. Sato propositioned you. And that she was trying to drive a wedge between us by putting those tabloid stories in your way. I trust you, Chris. I know you're committed to me and that you'd never hurt me that way. It's just... I don't know. When someone wants to cause problems between a couple, and they're really determined to do it, they can usually find a way. I guess I'm just scared. Damn, I hate admitting that, but it's true. I'm no strategist, but if you picked her as your XO, she is a strategist, and a damn good one, and she'll keep trying to break us up until she succeeds or finds another target.

Enough about that. How are things on the Exeter? Any exciting missions? How's the crew coming together? How's Philip? Give him my best, and remind him that if anything happens to you, he's answering to me.

Glad to hear the christening sex was something special for you, because god knows it was one of the highlights of my sexual life so far. But good lord, what in my last comm gave you the impression that I wanted to know whether Jim had christened the Enterprise? I know far more than I'd like to about that idiot's sex life as it is, with all the new and exciting STDs he seems to pick up every time he sets foot off the ship, and even sometimes when he doesn't. And no, he isn't sleeping with his crew. He considers them strictly off-limits, which is a stunning example of maturity given who we're talking about. But it seems we're always ferrying some gorgeous female ambassador from one world to another, and Jim seems to consider it his duty to sleep with all of them - "captainly hospitality," or some damn thing, he calls it.

And what's more, now you've got me wondering when on earth you two compared notes on christening sex, and what you told him. Good god, please tell me he's not privy to any of the details of our sex life. What a horrifying thought. I'm guessing not, though, both because you've got more discretion than that and because if he did know anything, he would've already made at least a dozen jokes about it by now. And on that note, I'd better confess that he weaseled out of me the fact that we've made some vids together. I fell for the oldest goddamned trick in the book, Chris, but you'd think that it was the world's most advanced strategy by the way he's crowing about it. Anyway, in case he makes any references to our vids, you'll know why. Sorry about that. I really am an idiot sometimes.

It would never have occurred to me that you might have made a vid of our sex on the Exeter, but I'm glad that you didn't, considering the risks. It also would never have even occurred to me to even ask whether you'd christened the Enterprise yourself. God damn, do you captain types ever think about anything other than sex? Not that I'm complaining, you understand, because that'd be more than a little hypocritical of me. I'm just amazed, is all.

As for my "self-deprecating shtick," as you put it, well, that's a hard thing to change. Part of it is humility, which was a value ingrained in me early and often, and with the aid of a leather strap if I forgot. I was taught that it's not right or proper to sing your own praises, or to even acknowledge that there might be truth in something good that someone says about you. You learn that lesson well enough, you go from disclaiming praise to actually disbelieving it. And yeah, part of it is the shit that I'm carrying around from my marriage and from my father's death. I've always just kind of chalked it up to "that's just how I am." But I can see it really bothers you, so I'll try, Chris. For you. I'll try to believe the good things you say about me. Please don't ever think I'm ungrateful for all the incredible things you say about me, because I'm not. It's just - intellectually, I know you wouldn't lie, and I know I've done some things to be proud of. I know that you see me as a good man. But the distance between that and actually feeling pride in any of my accomplishments, or believing that I am that person that you see me as - that's a chasm I've never been able to bridge. I do have reason for believing that I'm not the man you think I am, and I'll write to you about that soon, but just... not yet. I can't face it right now.

I had noticed that you seem to put a lot of stock in physical attractiveness, and it sort of astounded me that I met your criteria in that department. I'm not saying this to be self-deprecating, Chris, and I'm not fishing for compliments. I don't think that I'm hideously ugly, but as you said, you're one of the planet's most eligible bachelors, and I'm... not. I saw the holo you referred to, though, the one of me walking out of the ocean after surfing, and I have to admit, the first time Jim gave it to me, I didn't know it was me. I didn't recognize myself. I was kind of silhouetted anyway, so my face wasn't very clear. But it was bizarre, Chris. For just a moment, I saw myself as if I were a stranger. And yeah, for the split second before I recognized myself, I thought "Huh, that's a good-looking guy." But then I recognized it was me and the awkwardness and self-consciousness came crashing back down and the moment was gone. Anyway, I don't know what that means, if anything, but I thought I'd share it. And I wanted to ask you something, because I know you put a lot of value on physical appearance. What's going to happen if I'm not aesthetically pleasing to you in the future? If I... I don't know, get fat, or get burned beyond a dermal regenerator's ability to repair, or if I just age badly? This is probably a stupid thing to worry about - I mean, why borrow trouble? - but this is the shit that keeps me up at night when I'm alone in our bed and you're a million miles away.

Now on to happier things. God, Chris, that night you described, the evening before your birthday, that was incredible. Like you, I just felt like I was home. Just being in bed with you, lying between your legs and resting against your chest. I felt... content. Like there was nothing missing, nothing else I needed or wanted to be doing besides just being there with you, surrounded by you.

Chris, I had such a good time on your birthday. I loved taking care of you. I loved making you breakfast in bed (yeah, you can tease me about how I put peaches on everything I eat, but you loved my peach waffles, and don't try to deny it). I loved drawing you a bath to warm you up after we walked barefoot on the beach, and then giving you a long massage after your bath. And I loved the lazy afternoon sex, just focusing on you for hours, making you feel good, kissing you and making love to you over and over, dozing in between. I'm always happiest when I've got someone to take care of, Chris, so thank you for allowing me to take care of you on your birthday.

Also meant to tell you how nice it was when you pulled out your guitar and played for me. I don't know the song you played, but it was beautiful, and you've got a gorgeous singing voice. The look on your face when you play - well, it's incredible. It's like you're transported to another place or something. I can definitely see that if you weren't a Starfleet officer, you'd have been a professional musician. And, in case you don't know this already, though I'm sure you do, you're unbelievably sexy when you're playing and singing. Never really understood the phenomenon of "groupies" before, but good lord, I get it now.

Jim helped me move some of my things into your place - sorry, our place - mostly some PADDs, a few holos of my parents and my med school graduation, civilian clothes that I packed up when I joined Starfleet, stuff like that. Jim surprised me - he'd talked to Philip and gotten copies of the holos that Philip took of us, and he had some of them framed. So now there's holos of us together throughout the apartment. I think they look nice. You'll have to tell me what you think when you're next here. He also got the holo of me surfing enlarged and framed - his idea of a joke. He said you'd appreciate it, anyway.

I'm sure you realize that that's the ultimate stamp of approval from James T. Kirk - means he's forgiven you (still not convinced you did anything that needed forgiving, but he and I have agreed to disagree on that particular point). I also talked to him and told him that sometimes, even when mommy and daddy love each other very much, there are going to be times when they get mad and yell at each other. And that it is not his job to threaten to kick anyone's ass when this happens; that in fact, he should keep his damn nose out of it. He was pretty noncommittal, but hopefully he got the message. I guess time will tell.

Oh, I told you I'd had an idea about the crystal. I found a jeweler here in the city, someone who's actually worked with Uxtaxian crystals before. I asked her if a portion of the crystal was cut or chipped off, whether it would retain its color-changing properties, and she said it would. So I had her take a small piece off of the crystal you gave me and set it in a ring. Just a simple platinum band. So now I've got a bit of you with me wherever I go, and I can just look at my hand and see how you're doing. If you want, next time we're earthside, we can do the same thing for yours. I've got to say, Chris, I like how it feels on my finger. I like looking at it and knowing that it's a tangible reminder of our commitment. I'm not wearing it on my left hand, but maybe someday... well, as you said, we'll talk about that down the road.

Right now, it's sort of a swirl of green and yellow. I know the green's happiness, and as near as I can tell, the yellow's... preoccupation, or slight stress, or maybe just being busy. And you're probably in the middle of your duty shift, so I'm guessing all's well, and it's just a normal day in the life of a starship commander.

And now I'm going to go through some of that raw holo-footage of us, and see if I can find the night before your birthday, for you, and the day of your birthday, for me. So don't be surprised if my crystal turns purple and stays that way for a while.

I love you, Chris. I always will.

Yours,
Len


Part 12


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