Series: ST TOS
Pairing: K/S, S/Mc impl.
Summary: Spores have infected Spock but Jim offers a special help
Disclaimer: The characters in this story don’t belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.
Leonard McCoy checked once more the indications over Spock’s bio-bed. Everything was in the green area. Three days in healing trance and the effect of these strange spores which Spock had picked up during an away-mission, would have disappeared completely.
His look wandered along the motionless body of the Vulcan and fixed on the tent which had formed himself in the sub-body region. A durable, spontaneous erection was one of the effects of the spurs.
The doctor sighed. What a waste. How much would he loved to get... just for once. He stopped his movements and thought over it. Why not? He was alone in sick-bay and nobody else would disturb him at this nightly time.
Suddenly determined he dropped his trousers and grabbed a crème-tube from the next cupboard. In full anticipation he pulled the sheet of Spock’s body and climbed over him.
Both of them were prepared quickly. He just was about to lower himself onto the big vulcan organ when a voice from behind startled him.
"What the hell are you doing, Bones?"
Jim Kirk stood – wearing a reproachful facial expression - behind him. McCoy blushed up to his hair roots. "Errrr, Jim, I only wanted… a small err… experiment." He quickly reached for his trousers.
"Out here! Quickly!". Kirk shouted.
McCoy wanted to obey immediately but his curiosity then won. He turned around at the door. "Jim, what are you doing here? At this time?"
The Captain reached for the cream tube and grinned. "Great thinkers have the same thoughts, Bones."
Continued in. At your service, Captain