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Trek Fic: Cut Us Another Slice (TTOMT Part 53, Pike/McCoy, NC-17)

Hi guys:

Well, a sad announcement - I'm going to be pulling out of To Talk of Many Things. I've just got too much going on in my RL, and the fic is starting to feel like an obligation instead of a joy, and writing shouldn't be like that, y'know? It's supposed to be my happy place, not another source of stress.

Anyway, I wanted to thank you all for coming on the ride so far and say sorry for leaving!

But - mga1999 might be persuaded to continue, if she had a new co-writer. She doesn't want to take it all on by herself (don't blame her!) but if anyone out there is interested, PM her or drop a comment here. And hey, maybe the show will go on after all!

Anyway, without further ado, here's the (for now) final part:

Title: Cut Us Another Slice (Part 53 of To Talk of Many Things)
Author: skyblue_reverie, mga1999
Fandom & Pairing: Star Trek Reboot (aka AOS, ST XI, etc.), Pike/McCoy
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Light BDSM
Word Count: Around 2700
Summary: The further correspondence of... well, everyone, basically.
A/N: Thanks so much for all your support through this adventure!


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To: Christine Chapel (cchapel@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
Date Sent: Thursday 2261.002


Christine -

What the hell? You kicked Jim out of sickbay and told him not to come back unless parts of him were falling off? What part of "look after him" wasn't clear?

You know that when Jim needs downtime, he goes to sickbay. It's the only place outside of his own quarters that he can just be himself, not have to be the Captain. I know you know this. What I can't figure out is why you'd take that away from him.

Even if you can't stand him - and you and I both know that's not the case (yeah, I'm not as oblivious as I seem) - put up with him for my sake, all right?

Look, here's what I do. If he's being especially irritating, I tell him do so some pointless and unpleasant chore, like taking everything out of my desk, scrubbing all the drawers until they're spotless, and then putting everything back exactly where he found it. If he leaves rather than do it, I know he didn't really need to be there. But if he does it, no matter how much he bitches about it, then he needs to be there. I keep a few tasks undone so I can assign them to him if he shows up. Nothing that would endanger patient health, of course. You're creative, I'm sure you can figure out things to make him do. You don't even have to talk to him - just grunt once in a while during his monologues.

Please, Christine. You promised me you'd take care of him for me. So go fix this. Or I'll sic Nyota on you.

-Len



To: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
Date Sent: Thursday 2261.002


Dear Jim,

Jesus, you don't do anything by halves, do you? That was quite the drunken comm you sent. And before you ask, I'd already listened to it by the time I got your comm begging me to just delete it. Not that I would've anyway.

Can I just say - hallelujah, finally I have discovered one goddamn thing that the great James Kirk has absolutely no talent at. Jim, you couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Although it's mighty entertaining to hear you try, if more than a little painful. I don't think you'll be fronting a successful music group in this lifetime. My advice: stick with space exploration. And I say that for the good of every sentient being with functioning auditory organs.

Sounds like it was one hell of a blowout party, though. Sorry I missed it - well, except for the part about Chekov in a hot pink g-string. Good lord.

As for the other stuff you said, if you even remember any of it - damn it, Jim, you know I'm no good at this emotional shit. But I did not leave you, you idiot. You didn't do anything wrong, I'm not pissed at you, and your crew does not hate you. Hell, everyone on that ship adores you. They'd follow you into the mouth of hell. Come to think of it, they do, fairly regularly.

I'm sorry for the things Christine said to you, but I ripped her a new one so it shouldn't happen again. She didn't mean it anyway. But you really should have written her up for insubordination. You're the goddamn captain, it's your sickbay as much as it is hers.

Wait, I take that back. It's my goddamn sickbay, and you all are just taking care of it for me until I get back. And you have my permission to hang out there whenever you want, at least until I'm back to kick your sorry ass out myself. So don't let her run you out of there again.

Nothing much to report from here. We had a quiet New Year in Chris's quarters. Don't worry, I'm not going to give you any details. I can practically see you squinching your face up and covering your ears with your hands. Infant.

Chris is worried about his godson, naturally, and there's not much he can do about the situation, which drives him insane. So he's burying himself in work to keep distracted.

Well, that's about it for now. I'll write again soon. Don't do anything too stupid in the meantime.

-Bones



To: Hikaru Sulu (hsulu@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
Date Sent: Thursday 2261.002


Sulu -

How are you going to keep watch on the captain for me if you never tear your eyes away from your boyfriend? I don't care how many extra shower water rations Jim promised you, you keep an eye on him and for god's sake start up the fencing lessons again. You owe me big time - you know exactly why. Time to pay the piper.

-McCoy




To: Nyota Uhura (nuhura@starfleet.gov)
From: Leonard McCoy (lmccoy@starfleet.gov)
Date Sent: Thursday 2261.002


Dear Nyota,

How’s everyone there on the Enterprise? I'm worried about Jim. He says you don't react to his flirting anymore. I know you're probably just trying to go easy on him with me gone, but please don't. You're freaking him out. As a favor to me, just treat him like you always have, all right? I bet you've been itching to let loose at him for some fool thing he said recently anyway. Don't hold back. Give in to it. Have fun.

How are things with Spock? Any progress on the baby issue? You know I'll support you whatever you decide to do. And so will Jim, no matter how much of an insensitive jerk he can seem to be sometimes.

Things are fine here although, good god, it's a trial to live with a lover who's so repressed he couldn't show an emotion even if ordered to at phaser-point. Yeah, I know I'm preaching to the choir.

I'll write again soon. Stay safe, darlin'.

-Len



Personal Journal of Christopher R. McCoy Pike
Monday 2261.006



It’s been a quiet few days here on the Exeter. I have to admit that I’m relieved it’s been quiet. While SFI isn’t sharing much, they did have us on the highest security alert through the New Year holiday so they obviously must have had a reason. It’s lowered now, but I still have the Exeter on standby alert. We can’t afford to not be ready. Shifts have been extended. Crew rotations adjusted. Terra Prime is up to something – I just know it. I hope for once I’m wrong.

The only bad thing about this, is Len and I are on opposite shifts right now. I want either me or Sato on the bridge at all times. We can’t even afford the minutes it would take one of us to get there. My crew is good, they’ve come along nicely, but they are still too green. I trust Sato and my secondary bridge crew. So for now bridge and engineering senior crew are rotating twelve hour shifts.

It’s good in some ways. It’s keeping me busy. Keeping my mind off of things. I am sure I am annoying the hell out of Len, but we’re coping. We still haven’t talked. Now, I really can blame work interfering. Some days it’s not much more than a hello and goodbye or a quick dinner after he’s done and I’m due on the bridge. Okay, maybe more like a quick fuck, but we did spend a couple memorable hours together last night.

I told him to cut out of medical an hour early, and I told Sato I was starting an hour late. We needed it after a week of not even being able to curl up together. When he got to our quarters, I ordered him to strip and get on the bed. I could tell that he wanted to protest, but he rolled his eyes and stripped while I stood and watched. I told him to sit up against the headboard then I grabbed the silk restraints from the drawer and tied his hands to it. His eyes got wide when I brought another silk cloth out and tied it around his mouth. I wasn’t in the mood to hear his bitching about how fast or slow I was going. He was going to go at my speed, be at my mercy. He did of course have a few choice words before I gagged him though. I don’t think he was very amused when I laughed at him either.

Once I was satisfied his hands were secure and I wasn’t going to get any lip from him, I stood at the end of the bed and slowly stripped. He was a sight to see, sitting there naked, his cock half hard, his nipples hardening as I stripped. When I was naked and turned around, so he could see the butt plug in my ass, the groan I heard from his throat almost made me forget what I was doing. I turned around and slowly started touching myself – My nipples, my stomach, and then I grabbed my cock, not taking my eyes off of him and started jerking off. Slowly, tauntingly, twisting my nipple with the other hand. I loved watching him get hard, watching the color of his skin changing, flushing as I fisted my cock. While I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off my cock, though they’d occasionally follow my other hand up as I moved it up and down my chest and stomach. I took my time. Telling him he wasn’t allowed to come. I stood there at the end of the bed with my legs slightly spread, panting, moaning, saying god knows what to him at times until I finally came all over the end of the bed.

By that time his dick was so hard that I swear I thought he was going to come. I warned him again not to as I removed the butt plug and crawled up the bed straddling him. His eyes grew wide as I sank down, slowly, so slowly on his cock. I literally saw his eyes roll to the back of his head. And knowing I did that to him – Knowing I have that power, fuck, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. I rode him slowly at first, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to come again, but my skin and body were still practically humming from my orgasm. And then his cock, fuck I swear his cock was made for me. So perfect, and curved just right so he was hitting my prostate every time I slid back down on him. It was literally like having a small orgasm every time.

I was so caught up in those feelings, my head thrown back, riding up and down on him, that I’d forgotten that I told him he couldn’t come. He was practically screaming underneath his gag when I finally opened my eyes and looked at him, sweating, gorgeous, desperate and ordered him to come. He jerked up into me and exploded and I swear it was like riding a bucking bronco as he came and screamed deep in his throat and jesus. I’m so hard right now I bet I could rub myself a couple of times and come. But I’m not going to. Because next time I come, I plan to be inside him. I may have to wake myself up early tomorrow and pay a visit to his office during lunch. I think it’s high time I push him down on the desk and fuck him hard.



To: Christopher Pike (cpike@starfleet.gov)
From: James Kirk (jkirk@starfleet.gov)
Date Sent: Tuesday 2261.007



Dear Chris,

It doesn’t take a genius level repeat offender to know how you really felt about losing my command. Honestly, it didn’t bother me as much as I expected it to. Maybe because at this point I almost expect it... And don’t take that the wrong way. I know you’re proud of me. I know you love me. And I can’t honestly say that if the shoe was on the other foot, I wouldn’t be the same way. Heck, I probably wouldn’t even be as nice about it. So don’t think I don’t appreciate your honestly. In some ways I respect that. I don’t think any less of you, Chris. I hope that makes sense to you.

Things in the neutral zone are pretty quiet right now. Too quiet. There hasn’t been any inkling of any Romulan or Klingon activity. After speaking with Captain Decker of Reliant, we’ve asked for permission to patrol the edges to see if our sensors can pick up anything but we were denied. In fact the latest scuttlebutt is they may recall Reliant and leave us the only ship out here for the foreseeable future. We both think that’s a mistake. I realize that Terra Prime is the main concern right now, but that’s exactly what either the Romulans or Klingons would love to exploit and take advantage of. But what do I know. I’m apparently only good for publicity and never should have had a ship in the first place.

I also want to let you know that I’ve commed Kianna a few times since I received your comm. She seems okay to me, but of course I don’t know her as well as you do. We have kept in touch pretty regularly though since I first met her. She’s a good kid, Chris and I wouldn’t worry too much. We all process things differently and you can’t expect something like this to happen and for her not to change a little. She talks about him all the time… So I know they were especially close. But she has good friends at The Academy and I reminded her to take advantage of the Mental Health department if she needed a safe place to talk. Yes, I realize that is hypocritical of me considering I wouldn’t ever set foot in that building, but Kianna is different and I think she will. Besides, don’t tell her I told you, but I think there is a third year psych student she has a crush on. I told her this would be a good excuse to spend more time in that building so she could ‘casually’ run into him. You’re welcome.

I’m doing okay. I had a nice quiet birthday. I told the crew under no circumstances was there to be any celebrating or mention and for once they abided by that. I’m not going to lie and say that I don’t miss Bones something fierce, but it was nice to vidcomm with him for a few minutes, hear him wish me Happy Birthday and know he means it. He did make me eat a piece of cake he had my yeoman bring up during our chat. Otherwise, I just worked my shift, helped Scotty with some upgrades to the phaser systems, and then watched a holovid in my quarters before falling asleep. I didn’t even have anything to drink which I’m sure will be alarming to Bones. At least I wasn’t lying in a biobed this year.

Well, it’s time for my regularly scheduled vidcomm with Captain Decker so I’d better head to my ready room. Matt’s an okay guy, but he just doesn’t get my sense of humor. Apparently it’s an acquired taste.

Take care, old man. Looking forward to seeing you on Risa next month. Until then, be safe.

Love,

Jim

P.S. Quit working so hard and spend time with your husband. You wanted him on your ship so damn badly, so quit ignoring him, idiot.


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