Part II- sorry it should work now.
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1lostoneTitle: Five Times Spock Acted on the Captain’s Advice on Sexual Congress, and One Time He Figured It Out By Himself, Damnit.
Warnings: a lot. It’s pure, kink-driven porn! Seriously. A wholelota porn.
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littleboycalico - who put up with my whining. lol. TY BB.
Summary: erm, the title pretty much says it all.
Words: 3189/12,000 (cough, wut.)
A/N: My first 5 Things fic! My first OT3 fic!! Written forjlm121 as a birthday present. I LOVES YA BB!!!!!!
Happy birthday to youu. Happy birthday to youuuuuu. Happy birthday dearjlm121 ... happy birthday to YOUUUUU. Now have some pooooorrrrrrn.
(my singing. It is glorious.)
Spock had never participated in “dirty talk” before. Jim had assured him that it was a popular means of getting one’s message across to a lover. One hoped this method would work with a potential lover as well. Spock had been a little... wary of simply beginning a conversation thusly. He did not have the data needed to begin such a conversation. He certainly couldn’t envision striking up that particular brand of discourse the next time he was behind the doctor in the mess hall line.
In the three weeks since their stop on Ploveria, Leonard had ignored Spock, going so far as to make sure that he was occupied on the rare moments when ship’s business took him to Sickbay.
It was most unsatisfactory.
When the plague hit, the doctor had insisted that he be allowed to beam down to help the colonists. He had refused to take anyone with him. Spock had provided logical argument after argument in the transporter room, outlining why he should be allowed to beam down and assist the doctor.
He’d been astounded when Leonard had stomped off of the transporter pad and yanked Spock to him by his uniform shirt, kissing him hard on the mouth.
“Jim, you damn well better make sure the pointy-eared bastard stays on this ship. Do you hear me?”
Bemused, Spock could only stare at the doctor as he walked up to Jim and gave his friend a rough, painful-looking hug. “That goes for you too, kid. I’ll be fine.”
The doctor stepped away and adjusted the mask on his face.
Spock watched him disappear, still stunned, imagining that he could still taste him on his lips.
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‘Spock, you better not be still working. I know you’re much more efficient than us mere humans, but not even you can keep going on like this. I can have M’Benga order you off the next few shifts even from down here.’
Spock blinked twice, looking down at the message that popped up on his PADD. He refused to acknowledge the way his heart sped up in his side.
‘Doctor, I fail to see how it is a concern of yours, but I was simply looking over some of my notes from one of my experiments.’
‘Right, Spock. Well, then, I don’t want to interrupt some-’
Spock’s fingers tightened on his stylus, then fairly flew along the PADD. ‘Negative. You are not interrupting anything of importance at this time.’
‘No? Funny. I never really thought about what you do on your downtime. I would bug Jim, but if I know him, he’s passed out over his paperwork, trying not to worry himself stupid.’
Spock moved from his desk onto his bunk, removing his boots and stretching out his legs. ‘Indeed. Your estimation is likely not in error. The Captain has not been performing at his optimal levels. I believe, doctor, that he “misses” your company.’
There was a few minutes of silence, the bright blue cursor blinking. Then, ‘Is he the only one? That... misses me?”
Spock stared down at the words, eyebrows lifted to his hairline in surprise. After several weeks of not discussing what had happened between them on the turbolift, the fact that Leonard was suddenly opening those lines of communication was quite unexpected.
Spock began to type back a response, but without any more explanation, the small blue cursor blinked off.
Spock looked down at the blank PADD with a feeling very much like loss.
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Three days later found Spock in nearly in the same position. The situation on the colony was quarantined; McCoy having found a breakthrough on the vaccine and just needing time for it to work. He was expected back in approximately 72 ship hours.
Spock clutched the PADD in his fingers, giving into the purely emotional need to bite his lip. He took a steadying breath and decided to, as Jim would say, “go for it.”
‘Indeed the absence of your presence is most keenly noticeable.’
‘Spock?’
‘Affirmative.’
There was a few minutes of silence, where Spock watched the blinking cursor, his heart rate increasing by thirteen percent as he awaited a response. Two minutes, three, stretched by as Spock sat there rigidly, working his lower lip with his teeth.
‘How have you been?’
‘I have been performing my duties proficiently.’
‘I would expect nothing less.’
‘Leonard- I wish to convey my apologies to you. It was not my intention to cause you distress with the tardiness of my response.’ Spock hit send before he could begin to regret his actions. He felt it only logical that the doctor was aware of his intentions.
‘Oh, God, Spock. I.. I shit. is it okay if we go to visual? I feel like an idiot for typing all of this out. But I wish to talk to you, if that’s okay.’
Spock ignored the way his fingers trembled and in answer entered the sequence to connect to the planet. Leonard’s face filled the small screen. Spock’s years among so many humans helped to tell the story of the doctor’s exhaustion; circles under bloodshot eyes, hair standing on end as though he’d just finished running his hands through the dark brown strands. Spock could see beads of water on Leonard’s neck and his need to trace the path they took as they dipped into his collarbone with his mouth nearly overwhelmed him.
“Hey, Spock. It’s great to see you.” And shockingly, the doctor smiled at him a little shyly as he toweled his hair dry.
“Likewise. You look...” Edible. Desirable. Wanted. “Tired, if I may say so.”
Spock watched as McCoy’s lips twisted into a smirk.
“Yeah. How’s the ship. Did you let Jim break it while I was gone?”
“Indeed not, doctor. I am sure that you will find things satisfactory upon your return.”
There was a clank of ice and Spock watched, face schooled into impassivity as Leonard brought a bright red drink up to his lips. He watched the lips part, the bright flash of white teeth, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed and shifted on the bed, wanting very much to loosen the fastening on his trousers. His eyes went to the place where he had marked Leonard’s skin and had to shut his eyes, turning slightly so that Leonard couldn’t see his struggle to keep his emotions off his face.
“Yeah, well don’t worry Spock. It ain’t any of that devil liquor. I think my last experience put me off heavy drinkin’ for a good while. This is fruit juice.”
Spock’s fingers tightened on the PADD once again. He raised an eyebrow and watched as Leonard laughed. Spock heard bed springs creak and watched as the view jiggled a little while Leonard got comfortable. Spock opened up his notes from his meeting with Jim in another tab and read over them. Some would perhaps say that Spock’s eidetic memory made this action superfluous, but Spock preferred the moment of checking over his notes before he began to utilize Jim’s advice on this manner.
“Tell me doctor, is the temperature of the room at an acceptable level of comfort?” Spock watched as Leonard blinked, an undecipherable look flitting briefly over the strong features.
“Uh, yeah. I’m comfortable enough, Spock. What’s up?”
“I just wish to ascertain your maximum comfort levels before we continue our discourse.”
He watched as Leonard’s lips twitched. “Our discourse, huh? Look, speaking of ‘discourse.’ I just wanted to apologize for, uh, my behavior. I know you don’t really care for bein’ touched and I..”
The doctor trailed off, his face pinkening in a most pleasing manner.
“That is, while essentially factual not entirely truthful. Please explain in detail in which clothing you are currently attired?”
“I beg your pardon?”
Spock knew the tips of his ears were green and cursed his lack of control, hoping that the low lighting in his quarters would hide is inevitable reaction. He looked down, once, before meeting Leonard’s gaze in the PADD. “Please explain in detail in which clothing you are currently...”
“Yeah, I heard you the first time, Spock. Are you asking me what I’m wearing?” The bark of laugh was unexpected.
Spock fought to keep his face impassive as he catalogued the embarrassment that was currently flooding his system. Clearly Jim had misinformed him as to the particulars of this sort of conversing as evidenced by the doctor’s clear amusement. Borrowing from Leonard’s own actions, Spock quickly reached out and cut the connection, clambering off his bed and pulling down his overshirt. He walked to his desk and straightened a stylus, placing it at a perfect right angle to the potted cir-cen he had cultivated from a tiny bulb.
Perhaps Jim had misled him? No... Jim would not be so dishonest. It was much more likely that the doctor did not harbor an interest in congress of an intimate nature and...
His PADD beeped. Spock’s lips tightened. He harbored a purely illogical desire to slide the small device under his pillow and perhaps exit the room with his customary efficiency and speed. The PADD beeped again. Feeling quite out of sorts, Spock bent over and picked up the PADD, 98.7% certain of who was attempting contact.
‘Spock Goddamnit, answer me!’
Spock’s eyebrow twitched as he stared at the words that appeared there, shining faintly in the dim light of his quarters.
‘Look, Spock, come on. Please? Just answer me back. Please, Spock?’
Spock huffed a small breath sharply through his lips. This was one of the many problems of humans. Now the doctor would feel it necessary to continue to apologize. In Spock’s experience, humans tended to over apologize for whatever they had done in error, no matter how illogical or unnecessary an apology was. ‘I have made an error in my calculations. Indeed, it is much more logical if we continue to keep our communication limited to ship’s business, doctor.’
‘No! No, damnit just calm down for a sec? Look, put me back on video feed, okay? You just caught me by surprise is all.’
‘I do not feel that is an advisable course of action at this time.’
‘Spock.’
Spock waited approximately two full minutes before entering the sequence that would allow auditory communication.
“Thank you, Spock. Now, I bet that you’re in your quarters. Are you still on your bed?”
“Negative.”
“Go lay down on your bed, Spock. Get comfy, or, at least as comfy as you allow yourself to get.” Leonard’s voice booked no argument. Spock responded to the authority in that voice, carefully placing the PADD on his desk and crossing to his bed to stretch his long frame out on his bed, assuming the position he’d been in previously.
“Good. Now listen. I want you to increase the temperature in your room by ten degrees and take off your shirts.”
Spock’s eyes widened. He had grievously miscalculated the appeal of doing exactly what the doctor asked. He felt a shameful wiggle of … something... at the way he readily moved to comply, before what the doctor actually said filtered to from his subconscious.
“Come on, now. Unless you want to just say goodnight. I’ll be back on the Enterprise in a couple of days.”
“I.” For one of the few times in his life, Spock had no clear indication of what he should say in this situation. It was easy enough to understand that Leonard was content to take the lead in this, but Spock did not know what was expected of him. As with so many other things, in his study of humanity, Spock had learned that spontaneity seemed as though it would serve him well.
“I have done as you requested, Leonard.”
Spock’s keen hearing detected the sound of cloth against skin. His throat tightened as he folded his shirts and set them to the side.
“Good. You sure you’re okay with this? Because I want you to be okay with this, Spock. I’ve thought about you so many times; pictured you in front of me and touching yourself that if you’re not comfortable you need to let me know now.”
Spock’s heart rate increased, the moisture in his mouth decreasing abruptly. “‘Okay’ has variable definitions. I am, however, exactly where I wish to be.” He listened as Leonard drew in a sharp breath, listened to him laugh, the sound dark and sensual.
“Alright. That’s good, Spock. Now I’m going to tell you what I want you to do, okay?”
“I am amenable to your suggestion.”
“Okay, then. You get yourself all comfy on the bed. Your shirts are off, right? God, I bet the ten degrees wasn’t quite warm enough for bare skin. Now, you stretch out. Prop a pillow up under your back, or your shoulders if you need to. Then I want you to unfasten your uniform pants, Spock. But don’t take them off just yet.”
He bit his lip and unzipped his trousers, settling so that he was more comfortable on the bed. Spock felt a little ridiculous, his bare feet looking quite vulnerable as he wiggled his toes. “I have complied, Leonard.”
“That’s good Spock. Computer, increase recording sensitivity by twenty percent. I want to be able to hear you, Spock. Hear you fall apart. Hear you make yourself fall apart for me. Have you ever touched yourself like this?”
“I have.” Spock heard his own voice now, an octave lower than his usual tone.
“Aw, come now, Spock. You’ll have to be a little more … forthright with your answers.”
“When I was younger I could not control my baser urges. However, with the proper meditation-“
“Spock.”
“I have not had a need for masturbatory release until recently.” Spock clearly heard Leonard’s sharp indrawn breath.
“Really?”
Spock hesitated. In Jim’s notes, he had specifically expressed the need ‘to be honest.’ Jim had instructed him that much of the pleasure from this sort of play was based on imagining not only what the other person said, but the way that they said it.
“As recently as this morning.”
“Mmmm. I bet I can guess who you were thinking of. My hand on your cock, Spock? Was that it? You had me pinned to that fucking wall, and I was so fucking turned on, Spock. Is that what you think of? Or is it someone else? Uhura? Jim, perhaps? Do you think of those damn eyes of his on you while you touch yourself? He’s so fuckin’ intense about everything, Spock.”
Spock could not help the small gasp that left his lips. It seemed loud in the quiet of his room. He felt so many things in that one moment: desire at the gritty tone of Leonard’s voice, shame at the way his penis began to fill with blood at the picture Leonard’s voice painted, jealousy at the idea of the doctor having first-hand experience with Jim and his intensity.
“Well? Tell me. And don’t touch your cock yet. You can touch your chest if you want to. Are your nipples sensitive? God, I wish I was there. That I could see you right now.”
“I. I do not know what to answer first, Leonard.” Spock felt a flood of shame at the way his voice trembled, completely undone by this new experience. He was aware of another sound from Leonard’s side of the comm and his face burned bright green for a moment when he recognized the slick, wet sound of a fist stroking hard flesh.
“What do you get off to, Spock?”
“Your... I imagine your hands. And your mouth.”
“Mmmm. Good. Are you touching your chest?”
Spock nodded, sharply, before realizing that Leonard could not see him. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over his distended nipples, listening to the sharp gush of air that left his lips. He could feel his penis pushing most uncomfortably at its confined space in his briefs, bulging most unseemly from the small space from his open zipper. He could still hear Leonard’s slick fist and a sound not unlike a whine left his lips as he brushed his hand over his bulging hardness, before jerking it away guiltily, the muscles in his abdomen fluttering.
“Oh yeah, Spock. That’s it, darlin’. Let me hear you. You want to touch yourself, huh? Or do you want me to touch you? I’ve seen the way you and Jim are with each other. He’s completely into you, you know. You say you want my mouth on you, but what if you had both of us, Spock? Who would you fuck first?”
Spock’s fist tightened on the bedsheets, bunching them up into his hand. The image of both of them above him, of his secret, deepest shameful fantasy coming from Leonard’s dark, sinful voice filled his mind and he pressed his hand on his stomach, his fingers teasing the crisp hair, the heat from his penis almost tangible. Any control he’d ever prided himself on having has been obliterated by the doctor’s filthy words and intoxicating voice.
But he did not touch.
“You, Leonard. I want to taste you again. I want your body against me, your thoughts in mine.”
“Ahh- fuck Spock. Come on now. Wrap those fingers around your cock. Stroke it for me.” Leonard’s own voice was shaking in its need, almost sounding strangled.
“The sound of you is most pleasing.” Spock ignored the shivers that swept his body as he closed his hand around himself, forcing the dual sensations of the sensitivity of his fingers and the sensitivity of his cock away from his consciousness. Suddenly, the desire to see Leonard touching himself was paramount, and Spock reached over to enter the sequence for the computer to go to visual.
He saw Leonard seated on a chair, his legs spread with wanton abandon. He was naked, his head thrown back with his teeth gritted, sweat causing his skin to shine, beads dripping down the strong cords of his neck. One fist stroked over his rigid flesh, while the other teased the small, hidden opening, the pad of his finger touching the sensitive skin without penetrating.
Spock licked his lips. “Leonard.” He could see the effect of his voice on the other man, watched as a large amount of pre-ejaculate oozed over his fingers. “Look at me.”
He had the pleasure of watching Leonard’s eyes pop open, confusion blurring into shock, then darkening with lust as he met Spock’s gaze from the videofeed. He watched as Leonard’s weight shifted on his feet, his hips bucking up into his closed fist, the other hand bracing himself on the arm’s chair before Leonard made a garbled sound, eyes closing for a moment as he was overwhelmed with sensation, before they sprung open, boring into Spock’s. “You too, come on Spock, lemme see....” The gasped demand sent Spock’s fist tightening just so, the dregs of his control abandoning him as he achieved his orgasm, his brown gaze locked on the doctor’s hazel one.
NEXT
Warnings: a lot. It’s pure, kink-driven porn! Seriously. A wholelota porn.
Beta:
littleboycalico - who put up with my whining. lol. TY BB.Summary: erm, the title pretty much says it all.
Words: 3189/12,000 (cough, wut.)
A/N: My first 5 Things fic! My first OT3 fic!! Written for
jlm121 as a birthday present. I LOVES YA BB!!!!!!Happy birthday to youu. Happy birthday to youuuuuu. Happy birthday dear
jlm121 ... happy birthday to YOUUUUU. Now have some pooooorrrrrrn.(my singing. It is glorious.)
-4-
Spock had never participated in “dirty talk” before. Jim had assured him that it was a popular means of getting one’s message across to a lover. One hoped this method would work with a potential lover as well. Spock had been a little... wary of simply beginning a conversation thusly. He did not have the data needed to begin such a conversation. He certainly couldn’t envision striking up that particular brand of discourse the next time he was behind the doctor in the mess hall line.
In the three weeks since their stop on Ploveria, Leonard had ignored Spock, going so far as to make sure that he was occupied on the rare moments when ship’s business took him to Sickbay.
It was most unsatisfactory.
When the plague hit, the doctor had insisted that he be allowed to beam down to help the colonists. He had refused to take anyone with him. Spock had provided logical argument after argument in the transporter room, outlining why he should be allowed to beam down and assist the doctor.
He’d been astounded when Leonard had stomped off of the transporter pad and yanked Spock to him by his uniform shirt, kissing him hard on the mouth.
“Jim, you damn well better make sure the pointy-eared bastard stays on this ship. Do you hear me?”
Bemused, Spock could only stare at the doctor as he walked up to Jim and gave his friend a rough, painful-looking hug. “That goes for you too, kid. I’ll be fine.”
The doctor stepped away and adjusted the mask on his face.
Spock watched him disappear, still stunned, imagining that he could still taste him on his lips.
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‘Spock, you better not be still working. I know you’re much more efficient than us mere humans, but not even you can keep going on like this. I can have M’Benga order you off the next few shifts even from down here.’
Spock blinked twice, looking down at the message that popped up on his PADD. He refused to acknowledge the way his heart sped up in his side.
‘Doctor, I fail to see how it is a concern of yours, but I was simply looking over some of my notes from one of my experiments.’
‘Right, Spock. Well, then, I don’t want to interrupt some-’
Spock’s fingers tightened on his stylus, then fairly flew along the PADD. ‘Negative. You are not interrupting anything of importance at this time.’
‘No? Funny. I never really thought about what you do on your downtime. I would bug Jim, but if I know him, he’s passed out over his paperwork, trying not to worry himself stupid.’
Spock moved from his desk onto his bunk, removing his boots and stretching out his legs. ‘Indeed. Your estimation is likely not in error. The Captain has not been performing at his optimal levels. I believe, doctor, that he “misses” your company.’
There was a few minutes of silence, the bright blue cursor blinking. Then, ‘Is he the only one? That... misses me?”
Spock stared down at the words, eyebrows lifted to his hairline in surprise. After several weeks of not discussing what had happened between them on the turbolift, the fact that Leonard was suddenly opening those lines of communication was quite unexpected.
Spock began to type back a response, but without any more explanation, the small blue cursor blinked off.
Spock looked down at the blank PADD with a feeling very much like loss.
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Three days later found Spock in nearly in the same position. The situation on the colony was quarantined; McCoy having found a breakthrough on the vaccine and just needing time for it to work. He was expected back in approximately 72 ship hours.
Spock clutched the PADD in his fingers, giving into the purely emotional need to bite his lip. He took a steadying breath and decided to, as Jim would say, “go for it.”
‘Indeed the absence of your presence is most keenly noticeable.’
‘Spock?’
‘Affirmative.’
There was a few minutes of silence, where Spock watched the blinking cursor, his heart rate increasing by thirteen percent as he awaited a response. Two minutes, three, stretched by as Spock sat there rigidly, working his lower lip with his teeth.
‘How have you been?’
‘I have been performing my duties proficiently.’
‘I would expect nothing less.’
‘Leonard- I wish to convey my apologies to you. It was not my intention to cause you distress with the tardiness of my response.’ Spock hit send before he could begin to regret his actions. He felt it only logical that the doctor was aware of his intentions.
‘Oh, God, Spock. I.. I shit. is it okay if we go to visual? I feel like an idiot for typing all of this out. But I wish to talk to you, if that’s okay.’
Spock ignored the way his fingers trembled and in answer entered the sequence to connect to the planet. Leonard’s face filled the small screen. Spock’s years among so many humans helped to tell the story of the doctor’s exhaustion; circles under bloodshot eyes, hair standing on end as though he’d just finished running his hands through the dark brown strands. Spock could see beads of water on Leonard’s neck and his need to trace the path they took as they dipped into his collarbone with his mouth nearly overwhelmed him.
“Hey, Spock. It’s great to see you.” And shockingly, the doctor smiled at him a little shyly as he toweled his hair dry.
“Likewise. You look...” Edible. Desirable. Wanted. “Tired, if I may say so.”
Spock watched as McCoy’s lips twisted into a smirk.
“Yeah. How’s the ship. Did you let Jim break it while I was gone?”
“Indeed not, doctor. I am sure that you will find things satisfactory upon your return.”
There was a clank of ice and Spock watched, face schooled into impassivity as Leonard brought a bright red drink up to his lips. He watched the lips part, the bright flash of white teeth, the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed and shifted on the bed, wanting very much to loosen the fastening on his trousers. His eyes went to the place where he had marked Leonard’s skin and had to shut his eyes, turning slightly so that Leonard couldn’t see his struggle to keep his emotions off his face.
“Yeah, well don’t worry Spock. It ain’t any of that devil liquor. I think my last experience put me off heavy drinkin’ for a good while. This is fruit juice.”
Spock’s fingers tightened on the PADD once again. He raised an eyebrow and watched as Leonard laughed. Spock heard bed springs creak and watched as the view jiggled a little while Leonard got comfortable. Spock opened up his notes from his meeting with Jim in another tab and read over them. Some would perhaps say that Spock’s eidetic memory made this action superfluous, but Spock preferred the moment of checking over his notes before he began to utilize Jim’s advice on this manner.
“Tell me doctor, is the temperature of the room at an acceptable level of comfort?” Spock watched as Leonard blinked, an undecipherable look flitting briefly over the strong features.
“Uh, yeah. I’m comfortable enough, Spock. What’s up?”
“I just wish to ascertain your maximum comfort levels before we continue our discourse.”
He watched as Leonard’s lips twitched. “Our discourse, huh? Look, speaking of ‘discourse.’ I just wanted to apologize for, uh, my behavior. I know you don’t really care for bein’ touched and I..”
The doctor trailed off, his face pinkening in a most pleasing manner.
“That is, while essentially factual not entirely truthful. Please explain in detail in which clothing you are currently attired?”
“I beg your pardon?”
Spock knew the tips of his ears were green and cursed his lack of control, hoping that the low lighting in his quarters would hide is inevitable reaction. He looked down, once, before meeting Leonard’s gaze in the PADD. “Please explain in detail in which clothing you are currently...”
“Yeah, I heard you the first time, Spock. Are you asking me what I’m wearing?” The bark of laugh was unexpected.
Spock fought to keep his face impassive as he catalogued the embarrassment that was currently flooding his system. Clearly Jim had misinformed him as to the particulars of this sort of conversing as evidenced by the doctor’s clear amusement. Borrowing from Leonard’s own actions, Spock quickly reached out and cut the connection, clambering off his bed and pulling down his overshirt. He walked to his desk and straightened a stylus, placing it at a perfect right angle to the potted cir-cen he had cultivated from a tiny bulb.
Perhaps Jim had misled him? No... Jim would not be so dishonest. It was much more likely that the doctor did not harbor an interest in congress of an intimate nature and...
His PADD beeped. Spock’s lips tightened. He harbored a purely illogical desire to slide the small device under his pillow and perhaps exit the room with his customary efficiency and speed. The PADD beeped again. Feeling quite out of sorts, Spock bent over and picked up the PADD, 98.7% certain of who was attempting contact.
‘Spock Goddamnit, answer me!’
Spock’s eyebrow twitched as he stared at the words that appeared there, shining faintly in the dim light of his quarters.
‘Look, Spock, come on. Please? Just answer me back. Please, Spock?’
Spock huffed a small breath sharply through his lips. This was one of the many problems of humans. Now the doctor would feel it necessary to continue to apologize. In Spock’s experience, humans tended to over apologize for whatever they had done in error, no matter how illogical or unnecessary an apology was. ‘I have made an error in my calculations. Indeed, it is much more logical if we continue to keep our communication limited to ship’s business, doctor.’
‘No! No, damnit just calm down for a sec? Look, put me back on video feed, okay? You just caught me by surprise is all.’
‘I do not feel that is an advisable course of action at this time.’
‘Spock.’
Spock waited approximately two full minutes before entering the sequence that would allow auditory communication.
“Thank you, Spock. Now, I bet that you’re in your quarters. Are you still on your bed?”
“Negative.”
“Go lay down on your bed, Spock. Get comfy, or, at least as comfy as you allow yourself to get.” Leonard’s voice booked no argument. Spock responded to the authority in that voice, carefully placing the PADD on his desk and crossing to his bed to stretch his long frame out on his bed, assuming the position he’d been in previously.
“Good. Now listen. I want you to increase the temperature in your room by ten degrees and take off your shirts.”
Spock’s eyes widened. He had grievously miscalculated the appeal of doing exactly what the doctor asked. He felt a shameful wiggle of … something... at the way he readily moved to comply, before what the doctor actually said filtered to from his subconscious.
“Come on, now. Unless you want to just say goodnight. I’ll be back on the Enterprise in a couple of days.”
“I.” For one of the few times in his life, Spock had no clear indication of what he should say in this situation. It was easy enough to understand that Leonard was content to take the lead in this, but Spock did not know what was expected of him. As with so many other things, in his study of humanity, Spock had learned that spontaneity seemed as though it would serve him well.
“I have done as you requested, Leonard.”
Spock’s keen hearing detected the sound of cloth against skin. His throat tightened as he folded his shirts and set them to the side.
“Good. You sure you’re okay with this? Because I want you to be okay with this, Spock. I’ve thought about you so many times; pictured you in front of me and touching yourself that if you’re not comfortable you need to let me know now.”
Spock’s heart rate increased, the moisture in his mouth decreasing abruptly. “‘Okay’ has variable definitions. I am, however, exactly where I wish to be.” He listened as Leonard drew in a sharp breath, listened to him laugh, the sound dark and sensual.
“Alright. That’s good, Spock. Now I’m going to tell you what I want you to do, okay?”
“I am amenable to your suggestion.”
“Okay, then. You get yourself all comfy on the bed. Your shirts are off, right? God, I bet the ten degrees wasn’t quite warm enough for bare skin. Now, you stretch out. Prop a pillow up under your back, or your shoulders if you need to. Then I want you to unfasten your uniform pants, Spock. But don’t take them off just yet.”
He bit his lip and unzipped his trousers, settling so that he was more comfortable on the bed. Spock felt a little ridiculous, his bare feet looking quite vulnerable as he wiggled his toes. “I have complied, Leonard.”
“That’s good Spock. Computer, increase recording sensitivity by twenty percent. I want to be able to hear you, Spock. Hear you fall apart. Hear you make yourself fall apart for me. Have you ever touched yourself like this?”
“I have.” Spock heard his own voice now, an octave lower than his usual tone.
“Aw, come now, Spock. You’ll have to be a little more … forthright with your answers.”
“When I was younger I could not control my baser urges. However, with the proper meditation-“
“Spock.”
“I have not had a need for masturbatory release until recently.” Spock clearly heard Leonard’s sharp indrawn breath.
“Really?”
Spock hesitated. In Jim’s notes, he had specifically expressed the need ‘to be honest.’ Jim had instructed him that much of the pleasure from this sort of play was based on imagining not only what the other person said, but the way that they said it.
“As recently as this morning.”
“Mmmm. I bet I can guess who you were thinking of. My hand on your cock, Spock? Was that it? You had me pinned to that fucking wall, and I was so fucking turned on, Spock. Is that what you think of? Or is it someone else? Uhura? Jim, perhaps? Do you think of those damn eyes of his on you while you touch yourself? He’s so fuckin’ intense about everything, Spock.”
Spock could not help the small gasp that left his lips. It seemed loud in the quiet of his room. He felt so many things in that one moment: desire at the gritty tone of Leonard’s voice, shame at the way his penis began to fill with blood at the picture Leonard’s voice painted, jealousy at the idea of the doctor having first-hand experience with Jim and his intensity.
“Well? Tell me. And don’t touch your cock yet. You can touch your chest if you want to. Are your nipples sensitive? God, I wish I was there. That I could see you right now.”
“I. I do not know what to answer first, Leonard.” Spock felt a flood of shame at the way his voice trembled, completely undone by this new experience. He was aware of another sound from Leonard’s side of the comm and his face burned bright green for a moment when he recognized the slick, wet sound of a fist stroking hard flesh.
“What do you get off to, Spock?”
“Your... I imagine your hands. And your mouth.”
“Mmmm. Good. Are you touching your chest?”
Spock nodded, sharply, before realizing that Leonard could not see him. He rubbed the pads of his thumbs over his distended nipples, listening to the sharp gush of air that left his lips. He could feel his penis pushing most uncomfortably at its confined space in his briefs, bulging most unseemly from the small space from his open zipper. He could still hear Leonard’s slick fist and a sound not unlike a whine left his lips as he brushed his hand over his bulging hardness, before jerking it away guiltily, the muscles in his abdomen fluttering.
“Oh yeah, Spock. That’s it, darlin’. Let me hear you. You want to touch yourself, huh? Or do you want me to touch you? I’ve seen the way you and Jim are with each other. He’s completely into you, you know. You say you want my mouth on you, but what if you had both of us, Spock? Who would you fuck first?”
Spock’s fist tightened on the bedsheets, bunching them up into his hand. The image of both of them above him, of his secret, deepest shameful fantasy coming from Leonard’s dark, sinful voice filled his mind and he pressed his hand on his stomach, his fingers teasing the crisp hair, the heat from his penis almost tangible. Any control he’d ever prided himself on having has been obliterated by the doctor’s filthy words and intoxicating voice.
But he did not touch.
“You, Leonard. I want to taste you again. I want your body against me, your thoughts in mine.”
“Ahh- fuck Spock. Come on now. Wrap those fingers around your cock. Stroke it for me.” Leonard’s own voice was shaking in its need, almost sounding strangled.
“The sound of you is most pleasing.” Spock ignored the shivers that swept his body as he closed his hand around himself, forcing the dual sensations of the sensitivity of his fingers and the sensitivity of his cock away from his consciousness. Suddenly, the desire to see Leonard touching himself was paramount, and Spock reached over to enter the sequence for the computer to go to visual.
He saw Leonard seated on a chair, his legs spread with wanton abandon. He was naked, his head thrown back with his teeth gritted, sweat causing his skin to shine, beads dripping down the strong cords of his neck. One fist stroked over his rigid flesh, while the other teased the small, hidden opening, the pad of his finger touching the sensitive skin without penetrating.
Spock licked his lips. “Leonard.” He could see the effect of his voice on the other man, watched as a large amount of pre-ejaculate oozed over his fingers. “Look at me.”
He had the pleasure of watching Leonard’s eyes pop open, confusion blurring into shock, then darkening with lust as he met Spock’s gaze from the videofeed. He watched as Leonard’s weight shifted on his feet, his hips bucking up into his closed fist, the other hand bracing himself on the arm’s chair before Leonard made a garbled sound, eyes closing for a moment as he was overwhelmed with sensation, before they sprung open, boring into Spock’s. “You too, come on Spock, lemme see....” The gasped demand sent Spock’s fist tightening just so, the dregs of his control abandoning him as he achieved his orgasm, his brown gaze locked on the doctor’s hazel one.
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