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The unamused and exasperated expression on Spock’s face while Bones stared in abject horror nearly sent Jim into hysterics.
He was currently sharing the turbolift with the two and got the genius idea to fuck with them both. Jim mentally toyed with a few ideas, tossing many aside as he lacked time in the short lift ride. Eventually he decided on something simple and quick to get on both men’s nerves.
“Hey, Spock.” Jim said, overly casual. They both turned towards him with identical looks of suspicion. Jim fought back a giggle. “We have some free time after shift, chess at my place?” Spock blinked slowly.
“Yes, Captain, that would be acceptable.” Jim pursed his lips briefly to prevent a smile.
“Great! I’ve got a few new tricks I can’t wait to try on you. I even found some stuff to… spice up our evening.” It was clear Spock didn’t understand, but Bones did.
“Jesus, Jim, I don’t need to hear about that shit!” He scowled in disgust and shook his head. Jim barely managed to keep the laughter out of his voice.
“What, Bones? You don’t want to hear about our bonding sessions? Spock can get pretty vocal. Really lets go when we’re alone.”
Finally, comprehension spread across Spock’s face. A pretty blush stained his cheeks as he frowned, unamused by Jim’s antics. Bones on the other hand looked absolutely horrified. Jim managed to cling to coherence for a few more seconds, just long enough to lean in close to Spock and wrap himself around one of Spock’s arms.
“Maybe you could join us something, Bones.” He landed the killing blow while batting his eyelashes coquettishly.
“Oh fuck off.” Bones grumbled, storming out of the lift as soon as the doors opened.
Jim finally allowed himself to break up into uncontrollable laughter that quickly descended into wheezing and coughing. He’d been running out of ways to mess with Bones and the new development of his relationship with Spock led to a fresh wave of teasing. Bones said it was more traumatizing than anything, but Jim disagreed. If Bones wasn’t so easy to play with, Jim wouldn’t do it as much. The southern doctor nearly blew a gasket every time he saw Jim and Spock even look at each other affectionately, so you really couldn’t blame Jim for finding it so amusing.
“That was highly inappropriate, Captain.” Spock said, staring straight ahead as the turbolift began ascending towards the bridge.
“Aw, you love me.” Jim wheedled, once more clinging to Spock’s arm. Spock pursed his lips and didn’t answer. “Hey! Don’t make that face, you love me a ton.” Jim only pouted a little.
Spock sighed softly, something he only did when Jim was being especially exasperating and illogical.
“Unfortunately, your statement is accurate.”
“ Unfortunately?! ”