Happy Pi Day! (just barely on time too!)
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imasupermuteantTitle: the First Annual Pi Day Mathematics Marathon, Drinking Contest, and Pie Eating Orgy
Author:imasupermuteant
Ship: Kirk/Spock/Scotty/Chekov/Pi(e)
Warnings: Mild sextiems, abuse of Pi(e)
Disclaimer: I don't ownpie them
Summary: The gang celebrates the world's greatest holiday
Word Count: 949
Spock had been convinced of the mental instability of the Enterprise crew for a significant amount of time. The amount of giggling that occurred on the bridge on any given day, in and of itself, was preposterous. While he had always known that the Enterprise was a... unique ship, Spock had never been so absolutely convinced of the pure insanity of the crew until he visited engineering on Stardate 2253.14 to find no less than three officers on the floor, completely naked, and covered in what appeared to be pie filling. All three of them appeared to be thoroughly intoxicated.
"Spock!" Jim cried, throwing his arms up in an exuberant greeting. The captain's hair was gooey and there was a long streak of blueberry across his nose. Chekov was seated right beside him, holding an as-yet untouched pie, while Scotty was bringing three more pies from the engineering replicator (something, Spock would have mentioned had he the chance, was meant only for replicating emergency parts).
"Captain." Spock began, raising his eyebrow to it's highest point, "I am unsure as to what is occurring here, but I would like to bring to your attention the many Starfleet regulations which are currently being violated..."
"Spock's here!" Jim said, as if that were sufficient explanation, "Join us, Mr. Spock." He made as if to stand, but was too drunk to balance himself and ended up falling into a puddle of apple crisp.
"Join you in what, particularly?" Spock asked, his eyebrow attempting to rise even more.
Chekov grinned drunkenly, and Spock couldn't help but notice that his entire mouth had been dyed purple, "It's the First Annual Pi Day Mathematics Marathon, Drinking Contest, and Pie Eating Orgy!" He declared with a giggle.
Spock blinked.
"Although it really wasn't an orgy 'till you showed up." Jim said.
"I say three people's an orgy!" Scotty growled. Chekov said nothing on the subject, focusing on sticking his finger in a pie and then using the juicy filling to write physics equations on Scotty's left butt-cheek. His tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration.
"I... I am finding myself unsure as to the motivation behind what I surmise is a fabricated and frankly ridiculous holiday."
"Ach! Lad! Don't you know anything about human holidays?" Scotty cried, "Pi day has been celebrated for centuries! It's an ancient, well-respected, festival of all that is true and good in the world."
"And what, exactly, are you celebrating?" Spock asked, trying to correct the way his eyes drifted across what appeared to be a geometric proof on the Captain's thigh.
"Pi!" Jim cried.
"Pie?" Spock asked, "I was unaware of the cultural significance of baked goods."
"Not pie." Jim told him, "Well, yes pie, but also pi."
"I fail to see the distinction."
Chekov was giggling on the floor and nibbling on bits of crust while he calculated trajectories across Scotty's chest with rhubarb juice. He took a moment to blow on the numbers he had written on the left nipple and Scotty groaned loudly.
Jim rolled his eyes, "What day is it, Spock?"
"Stardate 2253.14."
"The real date." Kirk told him with exasperation, "It's March 14th!"
"...I see." Spock said. He didn't.
"The fourteenth day of the third month!" Jim expounded, "Which combine to make 3.14, the beginning of that number which is the ratio of a circle's circumference to it's diameter. Possibly the best number ever."
"Mmm!" Chekov agreed through a mouthful of pie, moaning as Scotty began writing said number along his spine with strawberry filling, "Is my favorite number."
At first Spock was ready to give all three of them up as space-mad and return to his room for some deeply necessary meditation. And yet... As he considered...
Spock remembered first learning of the number pi, early in his education, and how awed he had been by it's many aspects. How he had struggled to learn as many digits as possible (thousands more than any of the full-blooded Vulcans in his class), the satisfaction he felt every time he used it in his calculations. The simple beauty of the symbol used to represent it, in any culture he had ever encountered. Spock could appreciate a holiday for such a number.
"You've already missed the drinking and pie-fight portion of the evening, but you're welcome to join us for the rest." Scotty said, "I'll just get you a good chocolate mousse pie so ya can be just as sloshed as the rest of us."
Spock's gaze fell onto Chekov and Jim, who appeared to be moving on to the final part of the evening. Jim recited decimals as Chekov licked pie filling off his cock, stopping every time Jim stumbled or got something wrong.
Spock could feel himself getting hard, and he found himself hard-pressed to tell if it was the recitation or the visual stimulus which was causing his reaction.
Soon enough, Scotty was pressing a chocolate pie into Spock's hands, and Spock was eating it despite his better judgment, and Scotty was writing transporter equations on Spock's hip and then licking them off and Chekov was kissing him with lips that tasted like berries and Jim.
And Jim. Jim was whispering that number into his ear as he stroked his fingers across Spock's ridged cock, as if it were a secret shared just between the two of them.
At some point after someone managed to replicate some lube and the four of them laid entwined in a pool of unidentified pie fillings and crust-bits, Spock fucking Scotty and Jim fucking Spock and Chekov sucking Scotty off, Spock could hear a breathed "God bless us, everyone."
But he was far too distracted to figure out exactly who had said it.
Author:
imasupermuteantShip: Kirk/Spock/Scotty/Chekov/Pi(e)
Warnings: Mild sextiems, abuse of Pi(e)
Disclaimer: I don't own
Summary: The gang celebrates the world's greatest holiday
Word Count: 949
Spock had been convinced of the mental instability of the Enterprise crew for a significant amount of time. The amount of giggling that occurred on the bridge on any given day, in and of itself, was preposterous. While he had always known that the Enterprise was a... unique ship, Spock had never been so absolutely convinced of the pure insanity of the crew until he visited engineering on Stardate 2253.14 to find no less than three officers on the floor, completely naked, and covered in what appeared to be pie filling. All three of them appeared to be thoroughly intoxicated.
"Spock!" Jim cried, throwing his arms up in an exuberant greeting. The captain's hair was gooey and there was a long streak of blueberry across his nose. Chekov was seated right beside him, holding an as-yet untouched pie, while Scotty was bringing three more pies from the engineering replicator (something, Spock would have mentioned had he the chance, was meant only for replicating emergency parts).
"Captain." Spock began, raising his eyebrow to it's highest point, "I am unsure as to what is occurring here, but I would like to bring to your attention the many Starfleet regulations which are currently being violated..."
"Spock's here!" Jim said, as if that were sufficient explanation, "Join us, Mr. Spock." He made as if to stand, but was too drunk to balance himself and ended up falling into a puddle of apple crisp.
"Join you in what, particularly?" Spock asked, his eyebrow attempting to rise even more.
Chekov grinned drunkenly, and Spock couldn't help but notice that his entire mouth had been dyed purple, "It's the First Annual Pi Day Mathematics Marathon, Drinking Contest, and Pie Eating Orgy!" He declared with a giggle.
Spock blinked.
"Although it really wasn't an orgy 'till you showed up." Jim said.
"I say three people's an orgy!" Scotty growled. Chekov said nothing on the subject, focusing on sticking his finger in a pie and then using the juicy filling to write physics equations on Scotty's left butt-cheek. His tongue stuck out of his mouth in concentration.
"I... I am finding myself unsure as to the motivation behind what I surmise is a fabricated and frankly ridiculous holiday."
"Ach! Lad! Don't you know anything about human holidays?" Scotty cried, "Pi day has been celebrated for centuries! It's an ancient, well-respected, festival of all that is true and good in the world."
"And what, exactly, are you celebrating?" Spock asked, trying to correct the way his eyes drifted across what appeared to be a geometric proof on the Captain's thigh.
"Pi!" Jim cried.
"Pie?" Spock asked, "I was unaware of the cultural significance of baked goods."
"Not pie." Jim told him, "Well, yes pie, but also pi."
"I fail to see the distinction."
Chekov was giggling on the floor and nibbling on bits of crust while he calculated trajectories across Scotty's chest with rhubarb juice. He took a moment to blow on the numbers he had written on the left nipple and Scotty groaned loudly.
Jim rolled his eyes, "What day is it, Spock?"
"Stardate 2253.14."
"The real date." Kirk told him with exasperation, "It's March 14th!"
"...I see." Spock said. He didn't.
"The fourteenth day of the third month!" Jim expounded, "Which combine to make 3.14, the beginning of that number which is the ratio of a circle's circumference to it's diameter. Possibly the best number ever."
"Mmm!" Chekov agreed through a mouthful of pie, moaning as Scotty began writing said number along his spine with strawberry filling, "Is my favorite number."
At first Spock was ready to give all three of them up as space-mad and return to his room for some deeply necessary meditation. And yet... As he considered...
Spock remembered first learning of the number pi, early in his education, and how awed he had been by it's many aspects. How he had struggled to learn as many digits as possible (thousands more than any of the full-blooded Vulcans in his class), the satisfaction he felt every time he used it in his calculations. The simple beauty of the symbol used to represent it, in any culture he had ever encountered. Spock could appreciate a holiday for such a number.
"You've already missed the drinking and pie-fight portion of the evening, but you're welcome to join us for the rest." Scotty said, "I'll just get you a good chocolate mousse pie so ya can be just as sloshed as the rest of us."
Spock's gaze fell onto Chekov and Jim, who appeared to be moving on to the final part of the evening. Jim recited decimals as Chekov licked pie filling off his cock, stopping every time Jim stumbled or got something wrong.
Spock could feel himself getting hard, and he found himself hard-pressed to tell if it was the recitation or the visual stimulus which was causing his reaction.
Soon enough, Scotty was pressing a chocolate pie into Spock's hands, and Spock was eating it despite his better judgment, and Scotty was writing transporter equations on Spock's hip and then licking them off and Chekov was kissing him with lips that tasted like berries and Jim.
And Jim. Jim was whispering that number into his ear as he stroked his fingers across Spock's ridged cock, as if it were a secret shared just between the two of them.
At some point after someone managed to replicate some lube and the four of them laid entwined in a pool of unidentified pie fillings and crust-bits, Spock fucking Scotty and Jim fucking Spock and Chekov sucking Scotty off, Spock could hear a breathed "God bless us, everyone."
But he was far too distracted to figure out exactly who had said it.
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on 2010-03-16 04:26 am (UTC)THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING THIS! ^_^
btw, have you seen this video, it is totally awesome, and not just for pi day.
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