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Leonard picks up the phone and Jim speaks without preamble. “Sorry sweetheart, I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight.”
Leonard frowns. “The hell are you gonna do off on your own?”
“Something came up last minute.”
“Something? Not like you to be discreet,” Leonard mutters. “Wait, does this have anything to do with the old guy we met last week?”
Jim laughs. “He's not old, Bones, he's only a couple years older than you. I'll talk to you later, okay? Go have fun on your own.” Jim ends the call.
Leonard lowers the comm and hesitates, staring at the carpet of his room. He's used the reliable presence of his roommate for their Saturday night excursions. Their outings to the bar usually end with Leonard acquiring a pleasant buzz and Jim out of sight hooking up with god knows who.
Leonard usually hides behind his roommate during these excursions, but he is in desperate need of release from the pent up stress accumulated over the week. The need to get out overrides Leonard's qualms over having to go about it on his own, and he showers and dresses to head out.
Leonard exits the academy campus and travels to the bar, humming to himself. When he arrives, he sits and buys a drink to have something to hold onto. As he takes a sip of the bourbon he scans the other men in the vicinity.
There's a Vulcan towards the corner of the bar. And he's staring directly at Leonard.
Leonard holds eye contact. He has a type, he'll be the first to admit it, and this man staring at him is checking off every box on the list. Tall, dark haired with haughty eyes and a calculating aura.
And who cares if Leonard's type looks a little too much like him? No one will ever have to know.
The Vulcan slinks across the bar and sits close enough to Leonard that his knees graze against his own. His voice is soft and rich. “Buy me a drink.”
Leonard allows a crooked smile to tease his lips. “You order.”
The Vulcan requests a Romulan ale, and Leonard tells the bartender to put it on his tab. He watches the Vulcan's throat as he swallows his drink. Good god, that neck is downright pornographic.
The Vulcan sets down his glass and returns that intense, burning gaze on Leonard. Leonard leans close and lowers his voice. “I'll cut to the chase. I'm looking to get fucked.”
Leonard watches intrigue spark in those dark eyes. The Vulcan's response is a deep purr in Leonard's ear. “That can be arranged.”
Leonard projects as strongly as he can through their touching knees that he's willing to get out of here, right now. The Vulcan's eyes narrow, and Leonard can't help smirking when the Vulcan grasps his wrist and tugs him out the front door.
They hastily check into a nearby motel and Leonard fumbles the keys opening the room door. The Vulcan pushes Leonard backwards onto the bed and Leonard keens his approval. Feeling bare skin against his own feels even better, and Leonard thrusts up into addictive, warm friction. The Vulcan's cock is already protruding from the inner sheath. There's something cooler and smooth against Leonard's inner thigh, and he realizes the different texture is a sleek leg prosthetic going all the way up to his thigh.
Leonard grabs the Vulcan's hands and slips one of his fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit before lightly tugging with his teeth. He knows it drives all Vulcans crazy, and this one is no exception.
“You are experienced,” the Vulcan observes between gasps. McCoy doesn't bother to respond, sucking on his fingertip and playing with it using his tongue. The Vulcan removes his hand and guides Leonard to kneel with his hands to the bed in front of him. Leonard spreads his legs wider and cants his hips up, feeling a smug satisfaction from hearing the soft gasp it elicits.
The Vulcan hauls Leonard's hips in line with his own and Leonard groans feeling those long fingers enter him and find his prostate, massaging and working him open. He hears the tearing of a wrapper and his thighs spread wider as if on command.
The Vulcan pauses to roll on the condom before he carefully enters, and Leonard has to hold back from flipping them over to ride the Vulcan's cock. The Vulcan seems to read the surge of lust because he quickens his pace, each snap of his hips increasing in strength. Leonard is pushed up the mattress each time until his head and shoulders are practically crowded against the head of the bed frame.
The Vulcan pauses only to adjust their positions. He shoves Leonard's chest flush with the mattress, and Leonard muffles his grunts in the sheets as he is penetrated from this new angle. He's been riding on the edge so long, trying to delay his climax but he comes abruptly with knees shaking and hips writhing in the Vulcan's grasp. Leonard nearly shouts when the Vulcan wraps his hand around Leonard's cock, stroking him through the aftershocks. Then the Vulcan goes completely still with a soft noise, and Leonard feels his cock soften inside of him.
The Vulcan slowly pulls out and rolls onto the bed next to Leonard. His eyes are closed as he tries to catch his breath, and Leonard notices the shape of his ear - he's not full Vulcan, there's human blood in there somewhere. Interesting.
“Your thoughts are very loud, human,” the Vulcan mutters with eyes still closed. “Clearly I have not fucked you hard enough.”
A pleasant tingle goes up Leonard's spine. “Bring it on, then.”
He does. He gets another condom and has Leonard sit in his lap with Leonard's back flush to his chest. He thrusts up into Leonard, matching his movements while keeping a tight grip around the base of Leonard's cock. He doesn't let go until Leonard is sweating and begging the Vulcan to let him come, voice loud and wanton. Leonard comes so hard there are tears in the edges of his eyes.
They lie in bed together for some time, wrapped up in each other and too satiated to move. Leonard's hand roams to the prosthetic, feeling where it is connected to the Vulcan's limb. “If it's uncomfortable, you can remove it,” Leonard offers.
The Vulcan instantly relaxes and detaches the prosthetic before snuggling up next to Leonard again. They exchange languid kisses, and then Leonard offers to massage the limb. The Vulcan watches with fascination as Leonard's broad hands work. “You are very adept at this.”
“I know a little about it,” Leonard says with a huff of laughter. Sure, a little. Of course he knows. He's an esteemed medical doctor, a Starfleet officer for crying out loud.
The Vulcan settles further into his pillow. His voice is soft. “Most fear to look at the amputation, much less touch it.”
Leonard hums. He finishes the massage and proceeds to stroke up the Vulcan's side. His skin is smooth and inviting, and Leonard lies down next to him again. The Vulcan rubs little circles against Leonard’s spine.
Leonard doesn't realize he had fallen asleep until he wakes up upon hearing the Vulcan turn the water on in the bathroom. It's morning. Leonard's heart rate elevates. Is he leaving now?
Some time later, the Vulcan turns off the bathroom light and slips back into bed, and Leonard can't help the silent crow of triumph inside of him. He's also still a little in awe. When was the last time he had fallen asleep that easily? Leonard squeezes the Vulcan's wrist slightly before getting up himself to use the bathroom and brush his teeth. He never liked the taste of his mouth in the morning.
The Vulcan doesn't seem like he's desperate for morning sex, cuddling close to Leonard and sharing his body heat. The hours tick by and Leonard drifts in and out of a pleasant, semi-conscious state.
The Vulcan finally moves to get up and put his prosthetic back on. Leonard murmurs, “Do you have somewhere to be?”
There is a hint of regret in the Vulcan's voice. “Someone is expecting me at twelve hundred hours.”
“I see. You'd better get going soon, then.” Leonard joins the Vulcan in dressing and neatening his belongings. Leonard is hesitant to leave, and it's clear that the Vulcan shares the sentiment. Leonard decides to take the plunge and faces the Vulcan. “Can I give you my comm number?”
A genuine happiness lights up the Vulcan's face, and it's the best thing Leonard's ever seen. “I, too, would be pleased to see you again.”
Leonard exhales. “That's great.”
The Vulcan holds his hand out. “I have my number memorized, it would be more efficient for me to give you my contact information.” Leonard obediently passes his comm over and the Vulcan taps at the comm screen for a moment before returning it to him.
The lengthy name under the blank profile picture hits Leonard like a train at full force. He stands frozen in place, his mind shuffling between denial and horror and back again. The Vulcan's demeanor shifts, alarmed at Leonard's abrupt shift in attitude. Leonard forces himself to glance back up. Looking more closely at his features, it becomes clearer and clearer. This man looks like his type - not because he looks like him, but because he is him.
Leonard feels his voice tremble. “Spock.”
“Yes,” the Vulcan says carefully. “That is my personal name.”
Leonard buries his face in his hands. “I can't believe this. What are you doing here? You left. You went back to Vulcan after you graduated high school.”
The Vulcan's breath catches. “How do you know this?”
Leonard looks helplessly at him. “It's me, Spock. Leonard McCoy.”
Spock goes still. Leonard can almost see his mind scrambling to process this information, each cog turning at maximum speed. How was Leonard so blind not to realize earlier? He could recognize that expression from miles away.
Spock finally speaks, and he sounds as shaken as Leonard. “The odds of this occurring are infinitesimal.”
Maybe not, Leonard's inner voice pipes up. This whole time I've been chasing after hot Vulcans that look like you, after all.
Leonard shuts the voice down. “It's - you've grown. I didn't recognize you at all.”
Spock works his throat. “I must confess the same.”
“How are you here?” Leonard repeats numbly.
“I completed my graduate program and I have returned to work as an instructor at Starfleet Academy.”
“Well, I'll be,” Leonard says under his breath. “For all that you antagonized our teachers, you've become one yourself. Funny how the universe works.”
A brilliant blush touches Spock's cheeks. “The only ones I engaged in discourse with were the incompetent ones not providing a proper education.”
Leonard is about to escalate, about to fall into old habits he hadn't realized he'd never forgotten, but then the situation snaps to the forefront of his mind and he falls silent. Neither of them move or walk away. Leonard swallows. “Don't you have to go?”
Spock blinks, as if startled out of a trance. “Yes.”
More silence. Spock squares his shoulders. “I shall take my leave now. I am going to be late.” Even then, he hesitates a moment longer before turning and exiting the doorway. Leonard sighs deeply and forces himself to follow.
He nearly collides with someone and reaches out to brace - Spock, who has stumbled over his leg. “The elevator is in the other direction,” Spock mutters before fleeing. Leonard watches him turn the corner and strains his ears until he's certain he can't hear anything anymore.
Leonard finds himself leaning against the hallway, unable to muster the strength to walk. The full reality of what had just manifested crashes over him. Spock had been curled naked to Leonard's side. Spock had been inside of him. Leonard just had sex with Spock.
Leonard doesn't know if he wants to punch something or curl up somewhere and dissipate from sheer mortification.
Maybe both.
“There he is.” Jim beams from the couch as Leonard enters their apartment. “I was about to start worrying.”
The familiar, casual and affectionate tone of his roommate is what tips Leonard over the edge and his throat goes tight. Leonard pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jim, I fucked up.”
Jim stares. “The hell? What happened, man?”
“There was -” Where does Leonard even begin? “There was someone I knew in high school. That was in my year.”
Jim's eyes narrow, assessing Leonard. “And you ran into him.”
“I ran into him,” Leonard confirms. Among other things. “Didn't recognize him at first, not until he gave me his name this morning.”
“Really. Did you date him back then?”
“God, no,” Leonard says a little too forcefully. “No way.”
Predictably, Jim is undeterred by his vehemence. “But you wanted to date him.”
Leonard squeezes his eyes shut, guilt and disgust bubbling up, threatening to choke him. Jim seems to immediately register the shift in attitude because his voice becomes more serious. “Bones?”
Leonard slumps onto the couch next to Jim. Jim leans closer. “Why didn't you date him?”
“He was fifteen, Jim. Three years younger than me.” Realization flickers over Jim's face. He doesn't comment further, which Leonard appreciates. “Maybe I'm worrying over nothing. Maybe he's moved on,” Leonard says slowly. Spock was smart, charming and charismatic even in his youth. How much more exponentially brilliant he must be now.
Jim tilts his head back and laughs heartily. “He slept with you, Bones. Of all the people to spout bullshit like that, I didn't expect it to be you.” Leonard groans and Jim rubs his shoulder. “Look, Bones. I'll state the obvious. He's not who he was anymore, and neither are you. Do you even have any way of contacting him again?”
“I do. He gave me his number. That's how I found out - he was who he is.”
“But he doesn't have your number,” Jim says.
“No.”
Jim grins. “So it's your move, then.”
Leonard finally showers and changes into new clothing. He hears Jim through his bedroom door. He’s in the kitchen, chuckling as he talks to someone over vidcall. Leonard lies in bed and stares at his closed comm in his hands, turning it over, feeling each groove. His comm has Spock's number in it, how surreal is that? He'd spent so long being convinced he'd never see Spock again, much less get his number.
Leonard has a vivid recollection of the first time he had met Spock. He remembers pouty lips and puppy-like proportions that were in the process of growing into themselves. Their first meeting had been in the school's debate room. Leonard had been distracted in conversation before the tiny Vulcan had stomped into the room, braced himself in front of Leonard and declared his most recent school debate blog post was completely illogical.
Leonard doesn't remember for the life of him what his writing had been about. He remembers the other debate students scoffing and shoving the Vulcan away.
Up until that point, Leonard had no clue who the kid was. He would learn later that Spock was a genius Vulcan-human that had transferred to their grade that month. After that first encounter, it was like Spock was the only person he could see. In a crowd of people swarming the hallways, Leonard found his gaze flickering to anyone that remotely resembled him. Spock was occasionally accompanied by another student in the cafeteria, but more often he sat alone with dignity.
It was during one of these lunch periods that Leonard crossed the large room and, while ignoring the stares of everyone around him, sat across from him and ate lunch with him. As they threw their trash away, he invited Spock to the debate club.
Leonard's still in awe at how much Spock has grown. He’s the same height as Leonard and broader in the shoulders. His voice had matured into a deep and mellow tone, with grunts that drove Leonard out of his mind while Spock fucked deeper into him-
Leonard cuts the thought off and opens his phone. The typing icon blinks at him, almost accusing. Should he really go through with this? Maybe he shouldn’t think. Overthinking never got Leonard everywhere.
He types and squeezes his eyes shut as he presses send.
<< It’s Leonard McCoy
The response is rapid, too rapid.
>> Hello
Leonard's heart is pounding like crazy. He hates this feeling, god. When was the last time he felt like this? He needs to send something back. He doesn't want Spock to think he is avoiding him. What's a sane, appropriate response to Spock's message?
<< Hi
Leonard winces, but the next message comes quickly.
>> I did not expect you to message me.
<< Neither did I, if that makes you feel any better.
>> You always did have a penchant for acting before deliberating the consequences. Truly, some things will never change.
<< Oh you bastard
Leonard can't help smirking. Honestly, Spock’s sharp tongue hasn't changed much either. That attitude constantly egging Leonard on coupled with his devastating good looks were a fatal combination. Of course Leonard fell head over heels for him.
Leonard had to keep reminding himself, despite Spock's superior intellect and equivalent school grade, he was still way too young. The thoughts became more conflicting as he got to know Spock better. Leonard's not proud of it. His smile sobers as he texts Spock again.
<< Spock. . . I hope this is alright? You're not obligated to talk to me again.
>> It is more than alright, I assure you. I am pleased to be in contact with you once more.
Leonard scrubs at his face, slipping into memories once more. Despite the disproportionate amount of time he and Spock were around each other, they had maintained an arm's length of space between them for the entirety of their shared high school careers. They never touched once. Leonard's desire was only magnified with each passing moment. He knows he would've ruined Spock forever. The worst part was, Leonard had only half cared about the consequences. That's how much he wanted Spock for himself, wanted to do things to him.
Maybe the worst part was that Leonard could tell Spock desired him as well.
In the end, Spock graduated and went back to Vulcan for an exchange student higher education program. Leonard was lined up to enter medical school, and all he had left of Spock was the memory of an unforgettable friendship and a plethora of unfulfilled fantasies. He didn't have any way or method of contacting him.
Leonard spiraled downhill after leaving home. He married too quickly, made endless stupid decisions and ruined his health with work and alcohol. It had taken him a messy divorce, a narrow escape from a terminal illness and another year of retrospective reflection before he had made a complete turn in direction in his life. He supposes he should be glad he ran into Spock again after he had gotten his life back together, more or less. It was the best way things could've worked out.
Leonard looks back at his comm and texts again.
<< How are Amanda and Sarek doing?
Leonard had met Spock’s parents exactly once in less than ideal circumstances. The encounter might have saved his life, and that’s not an exaggeration.
>> Both are in excellent health, thank you. I will be visiting their residence tomorrow.
They must still live in the area. Leonard had no idea. Spock texts again.
>> Would you be interested in seeing them?
Leonard is this close to responding with ‘are you out of your Vulcan mind’ before reconsidering. It would be nice to see them again, and Leonard would actually be able to properly thank them for their kindness when he was younger.
<< Yes, I would.
>> I have messaged them. They are looking forward to meeting you again.
Oh god, it’s happening. Leonard’s going to see Amanda and Sarek for the first time in at least a decade. After accidentally having sex with their son. Maybe Leonard's the one with a few screws loose.
When Leonard was in high school, his father had been chronically ill and frequently distant or inaccessible because of his condition. When he had been in the last years of his life, Leonard’s life revolved around taking care of him. It had been an incredibly difficult time.
It was eight days before Leonard’s father had passed away when Spock hesitantly offered Leonard to join him for dinner at his house. Perhaps he had noticed Leonard losing weight due to neglecting his own body, forgetting to prepare his own meals.
Leonard had accepted. It was his first and last time meeting Spock’s family, and Amanda and Sarek’s curious warmth had left an impression on Leonard. They piled him with leftovers and so many premade meals that the food would last Leonard until after the funeral.
Leonard goes through his entire wardrobe twice and rechecks his comm constantly for updates from Spock. He doesn't remember being this anxious going to meet his ex's family before they got married.
Spock pulls up to his academy building in a sleek vehicle - and isn’t that a sight in itself? The last time Leonard had seen Spock before he went to Vulcan, Spock didn’t even know how to drive. Now here he was in a luxury vehicle inviting Leonard to sit in his passenger seat.
Spock drives them to Amanda and Sarek’s house with ease. The ride is quiet, and Leonard can’t help stealing glances at Spock and his broad, scuffed hands on the steering wheel. One time they accidentally make eye contact and quickly look away. Leonard stops looking at him after that.
They pull up at the driveway, and Amanda waves at them from the front door. Leonard can’t help grinning from ear to ear as Amanda greets them, first Spock and then Leonard. “Heavens, You’ve grown so much! Leonard, what is that? Oh, you shouldn’t have.”
Leonard hefts the large box of pricey choice apple pears. “Just a small gift.”
“That’s so lovely. Spock, honey, take that into the house for him. Can I give you a hug, Leonard?”
Leonard nods and is immediately wrapped up in a tight hug, as if he’s Amanda’s own son. It makes his throat tighten up but Leonard blinks rapidly and keeps the exuberant expression up, which isn’t hard to do.
Sarek greets them more formally inside with a Vulcan salute, and they sit down to dinner right away.
“It’s so good to see you, Leonard,” Amanda says. “There’s more if you’d like. Let me know.” It’s a Vulcan long grain dish with hints of tomato and spices, and every bite is incredible.
Amanda leans over her food, not even bothering to pick up a utensil to face Leonard. “Tell us how you’ve been, Leonard. Did you study for your doctorate?”
She remembers after all these years. “I did,” Leonard says, touched. “I’m a doctor now.”
“You’re a doctor now,” Amanda says, delighted.
“Spock informed us of your position in the academy as a senior officer,” Sarek adds. “It is late, but congratulations on such a prestigious accomplishment.”
“Thank you, Sarek.” Leonard feels as if his chest is glowing from how happy he is.
Sarek tilts his head slightly. “Based on what you informed us of your intended path for college, I had assumed you would be more inclined towards the private sector. There is more potential for great returns.”
Leonard dips his head a little. “Yes - things didn’t work out. I had a lot of - other things come up. A divorce that took a lot out of me at the time. Everything ended up working out, but I wasn’t in an ideal place.” Leonard’s voice trails off at the end of the sentence.
“Leonard,” Sarek says. “From this moment on, let us know if you are ever in need of assistance we can provide.”
“Oh. Thank you so much.” Leonard’s chest goes tight from the generous offer. God. It would’ve been so nice to have their support way back when he was young and immature and in the middle of his terrible marriage. Amanda slides her hand over Leonard’s, squeezing it a little. Leonard doesn’t dare look up, but he allows his hand to be held for that moment.
Amanda slips away to cut the fruit that Leonard had brought. She proudly tells Leonard that Spock’s Starfleet position is as a professor for Advanced Phonology and Interspecies Ethics. He had studied at the Vulcan Starfleet garrison before returning to Earth. Spock looks embarrassed by Amanda’s boasting and Leonard drinks in the sight.
“You know how pleased Spock was to tell us you could come eat dinner with us?” Amanda’s eyes sparkle. “He has always been very fond of you.”
Spock doesn’t admonish Amanda to keep her from continuing, but his cheeks are definitely blushing now.
Amanda continues, “It wasn’t easy for him, being so much younger than the other students his grade. You know after he started talking about you he started making all these new friends, Leonard? I almost cried, that’s how grateful I was.”
“I didn’t know,” McCoy says, appreciative. “I’m sure that was all Spock, nothing to do with me. He’s a wonderful person to get to know.”
Spock meets his gaze then, and doesn’t look away.
Sarek makes tea, and Leonard ends up staying much longer than expected as they talk into the night. When he and Spock prepare to leave, Leonard’s movements are reluctant. Amanda hugs him goodbye. “Check your calendar,” Sarek says. “We would be pleased to have you at our place again.”
Leonard gets into Spock’s car, warm and pleasantly full. “They enjoyed your company very much,” Spock says softly as he starts the engine.
Leonard toys with his fingers. “Thank you, Spock.”
Spock halts at the bottom of the driveway, gripping the steering wheel. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”
The sudden change of mood nearly gives Leonard vertigo. This - it had to mean what he was thinking. Right? “N-nothing.”
Spock’s eyes turn onto him, dark and hungry. “Come back to my apartment.”
Fuck. Okay, then. Leonard swallows hard and nods. Spock returns his attention to the road. The bump as they roll off the driveway is barely perceptible.