what if for a fic(let) you did a mcspirk prompt where they figure out they that they all have crushes on eachother?
Poker night couldn’t get more interesting than Spock, green blush warming the tips of his ears, Jim and Bones in their favorite spot on the Observation deck, bottles of various Scotty brews and the game a lost cause.
“Jesus Christ and all the saints.” Bones threw his cards down as Jim leaned back in his chair, tipping as far as it would go. “No, I won’t answer that.”
“You can’t lie to me Bones, I can tell. So admit it. You find Spock attractive!”
Spock hiccuped. “Attraction is purely scientific doctor. I acknowledge that you are an attractive Terran male.”
Jim hooted.
Now Bones’ face blazed scarlet and he sputtered. “You can’t just say that shit, Spock.”
“Isn’t the point of imbibing intoxicants...” At this he took another sip of Scotty’s chocolate milk. “To ease the difficulty in speaking one’s mind?”
“You did this. This is your fault.” Bones accused Jim, who laughed as he balanced on the chair’s two back legs.
“Oh come on. You’re a hottie. Spock’s a hottie. And I know you’re a bit in love with him.”
Now Spock looked incredulous, eyebrow raised in his best are you shitting me, Jim? look.
Jim snorted again. He was still mostly sober. He never really allowed himself to get too loose when he was on the ship. Unless it was a holiday and he was sure no crew on shift would need him.
“Bones only gets truly infuriated at two people. You and me. We’ve established that he’s in love with me--I mean, who isn’t? But I think it needs to be known how he feels about you. And how you feel about him, Spock.”
“Jim, you little shit stirrer.” Bones blew out his breath, color leaching out of his cheeks.
Jim grinned. He’d been waiting for a good moment to get them together. Ever since Bones nasty close call and the way that Spock--who had discovered him on their away mission--wouldn’t leave his side, Jim decided it needed to all come out. He realized early on that he loved Spock as much as he loved Bones but that they couldn’t admit it to themselves or each other with a little prodding. Normally, he’d leave it alone but he was tired of seeing the way Bones got angry at every little thing Spock did but yet go out of his way to defend Spock to anyone who came up against him. Or how Spock’s eyes would trail Bones whenever they were in the same room. It was too much for his meddling heart to handle.
“I do not believe my feelings are reciprocated.” Spock said, staring down at his near empty chocolate glass. Jim could tell how rumpled his Vulcan was--there was a small bit of chocolate on the corner of his mouth.
Bones reached out and touched it. “You foolish ass. Of course your feelings are reciprocated.”
Jim slipped away quickly enough as the two of them started talking, low voices, faces close. He didn’t want to interrupt, even if he did start it.
But then Bones barked, “Where the hell are you going?”
And they left the observation deck a few minutes after that. Jim gave Scotty a day off for his part in making the brews, as a thank you for one of the best nights of his life.