I wrote a small McSpirk drabble on tumblr. Here, have some fic:

Leonard is supposed to be good with his hands. Professionally, he is. In fact if the use of his hands involves platonic contact in any kind of way, he is exceptional.

But when he needs to be at his best, his most intimate, failure becomes imminent. It’s as if he has no idea what to do with the things attached to the ends of his arms. They shake. They sweat. They – gods – fumble.

Because Leonard is embarrassed by his ineptitude at being a suave lover, he tries to put more emotion, more love, into the effort. At times like the present, he doesn’t want to be defined by his clumsiness.

This particular effort results in a wince and a murmur from Jim of “ouch.” Jim has been tweaked slightly too hard.

Leonard rolls away to lay on top of his treacherous hands and to shove his face into the mattress. He tells the universe in despair, “I quit. I seriously quit.”

Someone nuzzles against his side. “Ah, Bones,” Jim says, too much understanding in his voice. “C’mon, it’s all right. Let’s try again.”

Leonard turns his head to the side to peer at the lined but still somewhat boyish face. “I would rather give up.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“It’s been years, Jim. Years. And I’m as awkward as I was the first time! God, what is wrong with me?”

Jim leans down to brush his mouth against the edge of Leonard’s. “I think it’s endearing.”

“‘N I still think I should quit.” Leonard turns his face back into the bed. After a moment, a huff of breath rustles a lock of hair by his ear. His limbs rock a little as Jim shifts his weight around next to Leonard. Then, Leonard determines as the mattress dips, Jim gets up.

“I know something you can do,” he hears Jim say from a distance.

Leonard is curious but also too stubborn to lift his head in order to see what his errant lover is up to. Inevitably his curiosity turns to impatience. Minutes later, he’s about to prop up on an elbow and cast around for the whereabouts of Jim when the mattress of the bed dips again.

“Leonard.”

It’s a soft command.

Leonard rolls to one side and looks up at Spock. Spock extends a hand, forefinger and index finger pressed together. Behind Spock, Jim is watching the exchange with fondness.

Tentatively Leonard meets Spock’s fingers with his own. He feels the tension in him relax as Spock responds with a slow stroke, skin against skin.

Jim slips around to the unoccupied side of the bed and stretches out. “Told you,” he says, sounding more content than smug.

Leonard has to admit that of all the reasons he loves Jim Kirk, this is probably one of the foremost. Jim has always been very good at fixing problems. “Okay,” he says. “Okay.”

Returning his attention to Spock, Leonard wants to know, “Can you stay?” He tries not to let too much hopefulness bleed in his expression because he knows Spock has work to do in order to prepare for an upcoming conference.

The Vulcan bends down until his forehead rests against Leonard’s. “I believe I can.”

Leonard angles his head, knowing that is what Spock has subtly invited him to do, and steals a kiss. Then he pulls back and scoots to the center of the bed so that Spock can settle beside him.

Jim turns onto his side and puts an arm around Leonard’s middle, where his thumb can run along the underside of Leonard’s ribs as it is often wont to do. His mouth finds Leonard’s bare shoulder, lingers there.

Leonard sighs a quiet “Thanks, Jim” and laces his fingers through Spock’s so he can press a kiss to the back of the Vulcan’s hand. Jim waits patiently for Leonard to finish before rising up and then pressing down to claim a kiss for his own.

In the end, it seems being sometimes not-so-good with his hands never amounts to much of an issue after all.

Related Posts:

• Keeper of the McCoy – from October 30, 2016
• McSpirking on my tumblr, Part II – from August 5, 2015
• McSpirking on my Tumblr – from March 29, 2014
• Lend a Prompt – from October 11, 2013
• Another Year, Another Story – from October 5, 2012