Title: The Gay Bomb

Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK@aol.com)

Series: TOS

Codes: S/Mc, K/Sc, C/R

Rating: [NC-17]

Parts: 1/1

Summary:  An alien bomb leads to a gay old time.

Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.

Feedback: Will write for feedback

Beta:  No beta I ran out of time. All mistakes are my own.

Author's Note: Written for Spiced Peaches XXXIII. Somebody wanted a Gay Bomb story.

Archiving: Artemys Aquiver, Spiced Peaches and The Spock/McCoyote’s Den

THE GAY BOMB

The landing party consisted of Captain Kirk, Lt. Commander Spock, Doctor McCoy, Commander Scott, Ensign Chekov and Lt. Riley. They beamed down to the deserted town center of a large city to investigate why the town and indeed the planet seemed devoid of intelligent life.

They fanned out as they crossed the square avoiding the rusted hulks of abandoned land vehicles. Riley and Chekov investigated the overgrown, little park in the center of the square. Riley tripped on a loose stone and put his hand out on the obelisk at the center of the park to catch himself. Suddenly,  a hum filled the air  growing louder and louder. The party clasped their hands over their ears.

When it’s over Spock looked at his tricorder and remarked. “We are being scanned.”

“By whom?” Kirk asked.

“I am uncertain, Capt…” He didn’t  get to finish his statement. A miniature missile came whistling in and exploded directly in front of them.

“Nay, nay! Ya missed me!” Riley joked.

Out of the bomb spewed a cloud of yellow gas. It rolled towards them. 

McCoy looked down at his tricorder. “Jim, this is not good.” He reported with a shake of his head. They began to run, but the gas caught up with them. It enveloped them making them cough and rub their eyes.  It stung and stuck to their skin and clothes.

“Over there,” Scotty pointed to a building with an open door on the north end of the square.

Again they ran, and some how in the process they paired off. Kirk was with Scotty. Spock stayed with McCoy and Chekov supported Riley who had a sprained ankle. 

They made it inside, mere steps ahead of the insidious yellow cloud.  Kirk slammed the door and spun on his heel at the same time.  He protectively placed his hand on Scotty's shoulder and asked, “Is everyone all right?”

Scotty still coughing replied; “I got a real lungful of yon pea-souper.” He put his hands on his knees and took a couple of deep breaths to recover. Looking up through thick black bangs he rasped; “Are ye a'right, Jimmy?”

Nervously eyeing the roiling gas pressed up against the window, Jim nodded.  “Mr. Spock, how soon until this cloud disperses?

“Considering current meteorological conditions, prevailing wind and barometric pressure - one hour and seventeen minutes.  Accounting of course, the local terrain and this is the lee of the building.”

“Of course.” Jim said absent-mindedly as he rubbed Mr. Scott’s back.

McCoy held his tri-corder in front of him like a holy relic. Its multi-colored glow lighting his worried face. “Say, Spock, are these windows air tight?”

“I presume you can read your own tri-corder, Doctor.” Spock replied sardonically.

The doctor turned to face him. “I can read my MEDICAL tri-corder just fine, you over-educated elf, but it don’t tell me nothing about the air quality in this god-forsaken lobby!”  Well, it was certainly a cleaner-forsaken lobby. Dust was thick on the stone floor and the sparse furniture. He rubbed his neck the exposed skin was beginning to itch. “I wonder if there’s running water around here somewhere?  I need to get this residue off, pronto.” He glanced once more at his ‘corder. “We all do.”

Chekov broke off from his whispered conversation with Riley. “Ve’ll go and explore. Ve vill radio vhen ve find vater.”

Bones inquired; “Lt. Riley, are you up for that?”

Riley grinned; “Yeah, I’m ready to boldly go.”

“If that is alright with you, Keptin?” Ensign Chekov added hastily.

Jim and Scott were locked in an ardent embrace seated on the shallow steps leading up to the next level, oblivious to the others.

Spock raised his voice, “Captain, Doctor McCoy says gas from the missile is an irritant. It would be advisable to find a source of water to remove the chemicals.”

Jim spoke with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Good idea, someone should go find us a shower. We can scrub each other’s backs.” He looked at McCoy. “Bones, are our uniforms contaminated, too?”

“Yes, of course, Jim…” McCoy didn’t get any further because Kirk and Scott started stripping off their uniforms.  Chekov started to pull his shift over his head. “Belay that, Ensign. You can’t go running around in your all-together and look for water.”

“Aye,” Mr. Scott piped up; “You’ll need to keep your boots and utility belt on.”  He pulled off his tee-shift relieving his hairy and muscular chest.

Len sighed, “ I never thought I’d say this, but why can’t we just beam back to the ship?”

Scotty stopped nuzzling Jim’s neck long enough to say, “We canna risk contaminating the ship.”  Kirk nodded.

McCoy opened this mouth to object. Spock stopped him. “It’s no use, Doctor. They are not thinking clearly. “

“ I’ll say. They have only one thing on their minds.”

“Yes, and it is illogical for heterosexual males to have that particular thing on their minds.”

“Riley and Chekov are affected, too?”

“Indeed.”

“We sent them off alone together!”

“They want to be alone together, Leonard.”

“Ah, oh, I see. I guess it’s up to you and me to find a way out of this.”

A boot whizzed by McCoy’s ear. “What’s wrong with you, two?  Get with the program. Quit yer yakking and get to smacking.” Always the leader, Kirk planted a kiss on Scotty’s check with a resounding SMACK.

Spock drew himself up to his full height and with eminence dignity said, “I am Vulcan, Vulcans do not smack.”  He cupped the side of Leonard’s face with his hand and leaning  close whispered into the human’s round pink ear. “We must seem to acquiesce while we search for a solution.” 

Leonard nodded and was suddenly lost in the heat of his lover’s skin against his. He looked into Spock’s eyes and saw the Vulcan felt it, too.

“It would seem that we are not immune to the effects of the gas, after all.” Spock slowly rasped going in for the kiss.  They kissed gently at first, lips just barely touching. As need built, they crushed  their lips together, their mouths opened, just enough for wet to touch wet.

When they broke for air, McCoy said, “We are less affected by the effect than they are.” He nodded towards the receptionist desk. “Let’s slip off back there. Iffin we take it slow we might be able to keep our wits instead of goin’ fuckin’ crazy.” Arm in arm, they made their way across the lobby.

Just before they reached the shelter of the large desk, Scotty called out; “Are ye shy, all the sudden?”

“Naw, jest a might intimidated. Put that thang away, Scotty. It’ll frighten the horses!”

“I ain’t skeered.” Jim quipped stoking Monty’s full thick phallus. “What ya goin’ to do with those tricorders?” 

“Record.” Spock stated matter-of-factly with a tilt of his head.

“Yes, of course. Carry on, gentlemen.”

“We intend to.”

Under the cover of the counter, the Science Officer and Medical Officer took samples and fed them to their apparatus.  This became increasingly difficult.  Taking skin samples for instance - every touch threatened to become a caress, every caress an embrace. A breath sample turned into licking and the saliva sample  -- Doctor McCoy determined you cannot judge chemical absorption by taste.  Through Vulcan iron will, the samples were fed into the tricorder and the test set to run.

Spock groaned, “Slor, I cannot endure the pressure.” He opened the fly of his uniform trousers and pulled down his briefs, releasing his rigid penis. An involuntary sigh escaped his lips as the cool air caressed his hot member.

“Sugar, when you’re right, you’re right.” Leonard followed suit. His penis sprung free like a randy cobra.

Velour hit the floor. They embraced. Mouths touching, hands touching, cocks touching. 

“Spock, I can’t get buck naked down the amongst the dust of ages.”

“No,” Spock almost growled. “Neither can I. Perhaps we can reach a mutually satisfying solution.” His hand slid down and began to stroke Leonard’s penis.

“I’m thinking of a number.” Len whispered. Spock’s face lit up with a devilish smile.

They wound up behind the counter in an awkward but enthusiastic 69. Bones reclined on the floor propped up on one elbow. The other hand wrapped around Spock’s cock as he sucked and licked.  Spock went down on Bone’s bone while straddling the Human’s body and supporting himself with one hand. His free hand was free to fondle and stroked his beloved while  - aw, hell - while the Vulcan sucked him off.

They could hear the sounds of youthful passion echoing down the hall. It seemed that Chekov and Riley did find the men’s room and were going at it full bore.

At last, Spock and Bones came. Not at the same time, but nearly. Spock collapsed on to Len’s chest;  satisfied to be satisfied.

He murmured into Len’s ear. “Do you hear that? Jim and Mr. Scott are still trying to reach fruition.”

Len’s stroked Spock’s hair. “Let’s  rest a bit and then we’ll climb up on this here counter and give’em a few pointers.

FIN