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"You know you're pretty damned obvious for a Vulcan,"
McCoy's gruff voice nearly made Spock vocalize his surprise; instead however, the First Officer settled for raising an eyebrow and squaring his shoulders.
"I am sure I do not understand what you mean, Doctor," He intoned. The sight of Leonard leaning against the bulkhead outside the Bridge was normally a welcoming, if exasperating, sight. At the moment though, Spock knew he should consider fearing the feral grin and mischievous glint in the older Country Doctor's eyes. It was the glint that usually heralded a famous "McCoy 'I told you so'" bragging lecture.
"Like hell you don't Spock," McCoy pushed off from the wall and crooked a finger at Spock, beckoning him to follow him. Spock's eyes riveted on the digit and he felt himself following almost against his will. Leonard's hands were wide and rough, the hands of a farmer, but Spock had seen them move with unerring precision within surgery; and those same hands that would slap a hypospray unsympathetically into their Captain's neck could bring comfort with the lightest of touches when their owner was moved to flake away his gruff exterior.
"Doctor, where are we going?" Spock asked as they passed the door to MedBay. His only response was an impatient wiggle of the fingers in his direction. Swallowing hard, Spock continued to follow his friend. His traitorous mind wondered idly what it would feel like to have those bitten nails race down his back, or how rough the skin really felt against his lips.
"Spock, helloooo, Anyone home, Hobgoblin?" McCoy had stopped, and was apparently talking to him. Spock stiffened and felt a blush try to rise in his cheeks.
"I apologize Doctor, my mind was elsewhere," He looked around and realized they were on the observation deck, in one of the littler used conference rooms, "Why have we come to—,"
His voice died as sure as if it'd been stoppered when McCoy grasped his right hand and brought it to his lips.
"I never understood, when I was in medical school, how a Doctor would be able to continue to see another person's body as sexually attractive after all our training. If I think about it," he nibbled the skin at the very tip of Spock's middle finger, "I know that there's an extra branch of the normal median nerve going through a Vulcan's hand right here," Leonard planted his lips just at the base of Spock's fingernail which made the half alien moan low in his throat, "That should be a medical curiosity to me. But it just makes me think about how I can drive you wild. Like here,"
Spock's knees threatened to collapse when McCoy bit down over the his radial nerve which compared to humans was much more sensitive and robust. With his teeth in the heel of Spock's hand McCoy let his tongue lap against Spock's hot skin.
Moving to kiss the dead centre of his palm, letting his lips pass slowly over Spock's ulnar, median, and extra radial nerves, McCoy used his other hand to tug the Science Officer's unyielding body closer.
"Doct… Doctor McCoy…" Spock trailed off when Leonard's lips found their way to his rapid and hot pulse throbbing in his wrist.
"I'm here," a kiss, "worshiping your damn hand," another kiss, "trying to show you that you excite me when I'd thought everything was just another day in the emergency room," a bite this time to a particularly sensitive space between Spock's thumb and pointer finger, "and you're still calling me 'Doctor McCoy' Spock,"
The man's hot breath on his palm and wrist was making Spock's head spin so he fisted his other hand in Leonard's smooth hair earning himself a particularly lusty growl of approval. Spock knew he should say stop, here was hardly an appropriate place to do something like this, and what Leonard just did with the tip of his tongue to Spock's hamate was borderline pornographic, but all Spock wanted to do was drive the other man to his knees and explore right back.
And so, rather than dignify the doctor with a response (not counting that Spock wasn't sure his voice would even work as Leonard nibbled along his knuckles) Spock did just that and thrust McCoy backwards onto the conference table.
Moving quickly Spock pounced and straddled his now captive doctor's hips, planting his bottom firmly over Leonard's quickly hardening erection. McCoy groaned in lusty pleasure and easily surrendered up his own hands for Spock to toy with.
Kissing, nipping, licking, Spock worked his lips all over McCoy's hard-working hands before curving his spine and dropping a deep kiss against the doctor's lips. Spock swallowed the surprised and delighted moan and plunged his tongue deeper, chasing after the taste of brandy and the hint of mint from Leonard's gum. Moving his hips, grinding down hard and slow, Spock molded himself atop McCoy's hard and responsive body.
His own erection pressed against McCoy's thick length, and his fingers were gripped tight by skilled surgeon's hands. Spock growled into the kiss and pulled his head back,
"Leonard," The name spoken with such unbridled lust made McCoy shiver and flush, "I do believe we have a fascination to work out between ourselves,"
Spock waited till Leonard nodded his permission before he moved down, dragging his body over Leonard's, and kissing his way across the chest beneath him. Spock loosed his grip long enough on his captive's hands to divest them both of shirts and undershirts, flinging the offending clothing somewhere in the direction of the door.
Spock returned to biting his way across Leonard's wide chest, worrying the hot flesh with his still hotter lips, and biting lightly at the budding nipples before him. With each movement Leonard moaned louder, writhed harder, and bucked up more against Spock's groin until both men were hard enough to burst through their tight fitted pants.
Afterward, as they lay there covered in sweat and panting, Leonard lifted their still entwined hands to his lips and kissed them,
"Never seen anything like it,"
Spock couldn't agree more.