A/N: Sooper sekrit porn bonus chapter, guys. This takes place several weeks after chapter 3 and the tone is completely different, but what can I say? My fingers touched the keyboard, intending on a new chapter for Epic, and this came out instead. Sorry about that, and the rating change, and the shipping change. Aargh.

Leonard shifted in his sleep, waking, and immediately wished he hadn't. Jim was there, pressed flush against him, and the last thing he needed was for the damn kid to wake up at this ungodly hour. Jim and a small team had returned from a long and tiring stakeout over some Klingon smugglers just a few hours ago and Leonard had taken the bleary-eyed Captain off duty for the next twenty four hours. A half glass of Jack Daniel's from Leonard's stash put an effective end to Jim's stubborn wakefulness. Spock, who spent less time sleeping than a human, was probably still awake. Leonard didn't turn and look, lest he disturb some kind of Vulcan meditation ritual or some shit.

The last twelve weeks had passed fuzzily as Leonard had recovered from the deadly grip of xenopolycythemia. He'd spent much of that time sleeping and practically being force fed by the two overprotective nitwits that were currently in bed with him. The stress had shown through in different ways for both of them, but Leonard could only be guiltily grateful for their refusal to leave him be. When Spock had declared Leonard to be officially out of the woods two weeks ago, they'd taken pity on Jim and filled him in on the reality of what the situation had been and how it had been resolved.

What had followed was a half hour of borderline hysteria, with Jim sputtering panicked confessions of inappropriate feelings for both of them, Leonard bursting into tears, and Spock ineffectually trying to talk both of them down from eloping at the next Starbase. Apparently the reality of Leonard's possible demise was a major trigger for Jim, who had serious abandonment issues, and Spock had ultimately broken down under the illogic of it all and admitted his own attachment to the two of them. Leonard scowled at the awkward memory.

But the result was ultimately worth it, after they'd spent that first night shyly pressed together in the ridiculous blanket fort. They were now crowded together in Jim's double bed, as they had been each night since, with the heat cranked up and not a scrap of clothing on. They were covered in a sheet and thermal blanket, because Leonard still became chilled at times, but at the moment he was perfectly warm and content. Jim was against his front, and Spock against his back, and they had several more hours together before the lights came up. Perfect.

Except that Jim was latched onto his left nipple, and his teeth were digging in uncomfortably. Damn mouthy kid, all the time licking this and sucking that. Leonard had known about this for years, from the way Jim would chew at his nails or a stylus, his occasional use of electronic cigarettes, the stash of hard candy in his night stand. It was Spock who had raised an eyebrow the first time Jim had dozed off with sensitive Vulcan fingers still in his mouth. Leonard whispered a soft explanation while Jim slept between them, and Spock had since accepted the oral fixation without complaint.

Sometimes, though, Leonard wanted to get the kid a fucking pacifier. He shifted again, freed one arm, and ghosted his fingers across Jim's face. A little downward pressure on the chin caused the suction to release with a soft pop, and Jim's mouth came away from the irritated skin. He grunted unhappily in his sleep though, and Leonard quickly cupped his cheek and pressed his thumb against the soft mouth instead. Jim sucked at it almost reflexively and settled while Leonard curled his other arm underneath to cradle the blonde closer to his chest.

He was ready to settle back down into slumber, but the soft noise had gotten Spock's attention. Immediately alert, the Vulcan raised himself up and leaned over the two of them, searching for signs of distress. He was still wary of Leonard's condition, even though the danger had passed, and was as usual overly vigilant where Jim was concerned. Leonard reached back and rubbed at Spock's hip in what he hoped was a "we're okay" kind of way. He couldn't see in the pitch darkness, but he had no doubt that the Vulcan's more sensitive eyes could see both of them clearly.

Spock apparently decided that they were fine and relaxed back down into the bed, pressing more tightly to Leonard's back and reaching one arm across him under the sheets to grip Jim's hip possessively. Spock's sexual appetite had dumbfounded both humans initially, given Vulcan propriety, but by now Leonard had come to expect the wetness of Spock's slit pressed against him at any time during the night, just as it was sliding against his hip now. He suspected that other Vulcans weren't like this, but had yet to actually ask about it.

Spock, it turned out, preferred to be naked at every moment possible and he liked his mates to be that way too. He would begin to tug at their clothing as soon as the work day was through, maintaining skin to skin contact even when they weren't having sex. Shyly at first, but he'd grown bolder over time, and neither human was complaining. Jim in particular was delighted to strip as soon as he came to his quarters and prop himself between Spock's bare legs while doing paperwork on his PADD. Leonard, who was accustomed to sleeping in pajamas, was still adjusting.

He had to admit that it was convenient not to have any barriers in the way as the plump head of Spock's cock emerged from its relaxed opening. This was a source of endless fascination for Jim, who would lay between Spock's legs and play with the slit, sucking and teasing at it, until the hardening member began to descend. Spock was perplexed by this behavior, but indulged the Captain without comment. Leonard could feel it slide against his thigh now, fully extended, already slick and eager.

He pulled his leg up, knowing that Jim would likely wake up now anyway, and Spock kissed the back of his neck in appreciation. Leonard was still loose enough from their earlier activities that Spock slid in easily, pressing his hips flush against Leonard's buttocks and tangling their legs together. The Vulcan was by no means small, and Leonard's own cock began to fill quickly from the pressure on his prostate. There was no need to thrust, as Spock simply retracted his penis until only the head was contained and then allowed it to extend again. The rhythm was soothing, but orgasm built quickly in Leonard's drowsy state.

Jim was shifting restlessly, having a well-developed sexdar that was no doubt pinging to full alertness by now. Spock's arm tightened around them, hauling Jim by his ass more tightly against Leonard's front and causing Leonard's hand to slide free of Jim's mouth. Jim moved anyway, to bite down on the round of Leonard's shoulder as the now free hand moved to join Spock's. Leonard squeezed the Vulcan's fingers warmly then moved lower, sliding two fingers into Jim's sphincter easily. Jim clenched reflexively, the channel gripping Leonard's fingers gently as they slid through the semen and lubricant that were already there.

That had been a surprise as well. Leonard had roomed with Jim at the Academy and thought he knew Jim's sexual tendencies well—that he liked it loud, somewhat drunk, and he liked to be the instigator. And maybe all of that was true, when it came to women. With men, it turned out, Jim was submissive in a way that was completely at odds with his daytime personality. In retrospect, Leonard thought he might have overlooked a big clue in a certain waffle joint years ago, when an exhausted Jim had been weirdly passive when being propositioned by that prick Gary Mitchell. Leonard hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now that they were all naked it turned out to be very relevant.

The shrink part of Leonard's brain had worked it out immediately the very first time they'd attempted anything physical. He had leaned over Jim, kissing him breathless, expecting that the kid would seize control before things went much further. Instead he'd opened his legs as easily as he'd opened his mouth, causing the nearby Spock to blink in what equated to Vulcan astonishment. This was where the usefulness of touch-telepathy became apparent, because although Jim would not ask for what he wanted Spock was able to read his desires with a fair amount of accuracy. This was how they wound up with Jim flat on his back, held firmly to the mattress by Spock while Leonard fucked his daylights out for the first time.

In fact, without the telepathy sex with Jim might have turned out to be frustrating and difficult. He was atypically quiet, preferred to hide his face against their necks or a pillow or even his own hands, and he fought orgasm the same way he fought sleep: instinctively and for no apparent reason. He would get stuck focusing on his partners' pleasure and forget about his own. It was something that most people wouldn't have guessed about the Captain, but it made perfect sense to Leonard. The poor kid spent so much time in Command Mode, so much of his life with so many eyes on him and so much pressure to perform that handing over control to someone else became at once a taboo and a huge relief. So far he'd bottomed exclusively, needing to practically be ordered to come and then reassured that it was okay to do so while he gasped apologies.

Fortunately, three nights ago they'd found a shortcut. Now, as Leonard curled his fingers so that his knuckles rubbed gently into Jim's prostate, a sense of otherness sprang into his mind and he knew that Spock's mental shielding had dropped away. Without it Spock could sense their emotions through the skin-to-skin contact, particularly through his hands. It was interesting that the Vulcan flavor of telepathy was less a sixth sense and more an extension of their sense of touch. Spock could sense thoughts across a distance, if they were projected loudly enough, but Leonard's research had taught him that this was rare and particular to Spock. It was the nerve endings and receptors in his fingertips, the billions more of them that he had compared to a human, that allowed him to feel and interpret electrical and biochemical signals by touch.

By touching certain nerves on a person's face, he could read individual thoughts or initiate a true meld. This, however, was unnecessary for their current purposes and in fact he hadn't offered to do it at all this early in their relationship. Leonard assumed it was the newness of what they had, or perhaps that Spock worried that the humans would be put off by the idea. Jim and Leonard hadn't asked about it, preferring for Spock to initiate that conversation when he felt it appropriate. For now, Spock could easily project his own feelings to their psi-null minds without such invasion of their thoughts. This included sensory perceptions, and Leonard tensed into orgasm almost immediately as a mild feedback loop was initiated.

They all came together, with Jim whining into Leonard's shoulder while Spock, conversely, held his breath as his cock pulsed and seeded Leonard. The pleasure throbbed through them, and Leonard had the vague impression of tight heat surrounding him, of clever fingers pressing into his prostate through the contractions. It faded as the aftershocks of oversensitivity hit, leaving him with just the fullness of Spock inside him. He could feel that the head had swollen significantly with ejaculation, a throwback to a time before Spock's ancestors had evolved out of true knotting. It wouldn't actually be painful if Spock pulled away now, but they had all agreed they preferred to stay snugged up tight while it softened and retracted into its slit on its own. So they stayed like that, hands smoothing across damp skin while they came down.

Jim was fidgeting, tightening around Leonard's fingers, still agitated. Leonard murmured at him in the darkness, while Spock's hand moved across to Jim's temple, projecting safety and soft affection at him. Jim calmed gradually, slung a leg across Leonard's hip and sucked at his earlobe, heedless of the sticky mess sliding between their bellies. They were seriously going to have to have a long talk about Jim's behavior sometime soon. Leonard had long suspected that Jim's late stepfather had abused him more than just violently, but there was no proof and the kid had never talked about it. In any case, Jim needed to understand that he had their support and acceptance. There were ways of helping him learn to let himself orgasm without a fight, ways he could communicate his needs without giving up the relief that submission gave him.

Leonard's eyelids felt heavy, and he guessed that Spock was projecting a gentle suggestion of sleep to the two of them. They still had a few hours to sleep, and Jim was already drifting off under the telepathic influence. Spock shifted them easily, inhuman strength dragging Leonard to lean back against his chest and Jim forward to sleep on Leonard's. Spock's cock finally slipped out, leaving just his swollen and wet slit pressed into Leonard's ass, while his and Jim's soft but still slick cocks nuzzled together in the cradle of their hips. The kid's mouth somehow found Leonard's poor abused nipple again, but Leonard just tightened his arms and sighed into messy blonde hair.

They would talk about it, and soon, but for now Jim needed to feel secure. In the morning, outside of bed, the usual goofy jackass persona would take over again. Jim wasn't the only one here who had Serious Issues; Spock was stoically dealing with the shame of having a goddamn feeling once in a while, while Leonard had been burned by infidelity once before and Jim's well-known proclivity toward blonde bouncy things was not reassuring at all. Trust was going to be hard for all of them, not to mention the little piddly arguments they would undoubtedly have over Spock's aloofness, Jim's eating habits, and dangerous away missions.

He shut his eyes, breathing the scent of sex and sweat and whatever spicy thing that Spock had going on. The last few weeks—months, really—had been nothing short of exhausting. After Hell, high water and incurable blood diseases he could think of no more comforting prospect than spending the rest of his days stuck by the side of these two fools, no matter their collective issues. He felt Spock's hands come to thread into Jim's hair, curling around the two of them protectively, and he knew that things were going to be fine.