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Spock wasn’t able to refuse a direct question. His gaze sharpened as he stared down at Jim with slightly wide eyes. Jim brushed his stubble against the cloth that did nothing to hide the bulge behind them and saw Spock huff out a needy breath. “You are... not.”
Spock’s breathlessness caused Jim to smirk, feeling more confident. He rubbed again, inhaling again. Spock’s scent was musky, and so strong that Jim wanted to just bury his face in Spock’s groin and taste him.
“Not that talkative type?”
“While the bulkhead of this room has enough material to remain intact to most explosions, it is not rendered soundproof.”
Oh. Well, that made sense. “And you don’t want people to hear you?”
Jim felt Spock’s hands in his hair, his long fingers holding his scalp, tilting his head so Spock could look him directly in the face. “No, Jim. I will not have any passer-by hear the sounds you make in pleasure. They are... not theirs to hear.” The ‘They are mine’ was implied, but what the fuck ever it was completely working for Jim.
“You know that I’ve been with other people, right?”
Spock’s eyes narrowed. Jim ignored this, feeling a little like he was poking a Gorn with a sharp stick, but trusting Spock enough to continue. He mouthed over the bulge of Spock’s dick as it jumped a little under the sensation of stubble on his cheek. Jim moved so his fingers were in the waistband of Spock’s sleep pants and darted a quick look up to Spock’s gaze.
“It’s not like you didn’t know. All those shore leaves, the diplomatic dignitaries. Hell, your room is right next to mine. You probably know exactly just how unsoundproofed the bulkhead really is.” Jim imagined himself tossing aside the sharp pointy stick and grabbing something even sharper. Spock’s fingers tightened uncomfortably against his scalp and Jim shivered a little at the strength there, just in his fingers. Jim moved the waistband down enough that Spock’s cock sprung free, laying heavily against Spock’s stomach. When Jim spoke, his lips had to leave cool little puffs of air against the heat of him.
“But this? I’ve never done this with anyone, Spock. I’ve never had someone stronger than me-” Jim paused and winced. “Well, okay. I’ve never had someone humanoid and without tentacles stronger than me. You said you want to know what I dream about? You, Spock. For months. I dream about touching you. Of you touching me. Of you...” Jim trailed off to lick experimentally at the head of Spock’s cock. Spock’s whole body was tense, his mouth open just slightly. Jim’s words had brought a tint of green to Spock’s cheeks, and his eyes were shut, the lashes dark against his pale skin.
This part he remembered from the conference room. And, hey if Jim’s mouth watered a little for Spock’s taste, than that was between him and his mouth. Spock’s fingers clenched once in Jim’s hair before he moved his hold, cradling Jim’s head as Jim lapped at the head of his cock. Jim shifted, holding his weight on his elbows as he pulled the pants down further, nosing against the skin there before pulling away, staring down at Spock.
He hadn’t been sure what to expect. Some sort of weird alien junk probably wouldn’t have put him off, he hoped, but Jim was a little relieved to see that Spock’s cock looked a lot like his own. Spock was thicker, not as long maybe but a good bit... thicker. Jim’s mouth dried up as he stared down at him, reaching out to touch. “Fucking me. God, Spock, I’ve dreamed of this inside me.”
He sounded like one of the damn heroines in the illicit romance novels Bones was always sneaking.
Spock opened his mouth as though he was going to speak, then shut it quickly. Jim recognized the strangled sound Spock made as his name and grinned, delighted.
Jim bent down again, holding Spock’s cock out so that he could swirl his tongue around the glans, tasting. He grew braver, going down on Spock’s length inch by inch until his mouth felt stretched full. He felt Spock move again and saw that he had done another crunch, his abs tightening as he pushed himself up so that he could look down at Jim’s mouth stretching over his cock. All the dryness of his mouth disappeared as Jim worked back and forth over the thick length, strands of saliva connecting his mouth to Spock as he drew off for breath. With his other hand he brushed his fingertips over Spock’s balls, experimenting with the feel and heaviness of them in his palm. Jim could hear Spock’s strangled breaths, and had to moan when Spock let go of his head to hang onto the mattress, arching the center of his body up further into Jim’s mouth. Jim pulled off a little when he couldn’t breathe all the way and moved his hand up to tighten around the base of Spock’s cock, tightening and starting to stroke. He moved his mouth so that he was jacking Spock off into his mouth but was concentrating so hard that it took him a few seconds to notice that the high-pitched whine wasn’t coming from him, but from Spock.
Jim had to press his own cock against the bed, afraid that hearing Spock lose control would send him rabbit-humping the sheets.
“Kroikah!”
Jim didn’t recognize the Vulcan word, but the tone was familiar. Jim darted another quick look up to Spock’s face and saw him breathing heavily, his lip swollen as though he’d been biting it. Then Spock moved, and Jim’s whole world turned as he was pressed against the bed on his stomach, his hands splayed uncomfortably under him as Spock jerked his sweats off, ripping them from his body with a deep, rending rip of sound. He felt Spock’s fingers on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart and before he could even say anything, felt Spock’s mouth against him, the humidity of his breath sending him almost jackknifing up as Spock licked around the rim of his hole.
Jim collapsed into the pillows, crying out in shock. Spock didn’t let up, in fact pushing deeper into Jim. He could feel Spock’s nose smushed up against him, could feel Spock’s tongue as he teased him, licking in circles then pressing the flat part of his tongue against him, not letting up until Jim was a moaning, desperate mess under him. He felt wickedly dirty and turned on at the same time, shivers marching up his back, all over his body as he pushed up onto his hands so that he could breathe. That had the added effect of pushing his ass back into Spock’s face. Jim could feel him change his grip so that his thumbs were closer to the trembling little circle of nerves, teasing him between the hardness of his fingertips and the wetness of his tongue.
“Spock... come on.!”
Jim could practically feel Spock smirk against his ass, and groaned again when Spock’s mouth left him completely, leaving him trembling and wet.
“I wish to penetrate you now, Ashayam.”
Jim thought his eyes were going to cross at hearing Spock’s version of dirty talk. If Spock ever said the words “fuck” or “come,” Jim would probably come so hard that he’d shoot against the bulkhead on the other side of the room.
Jim felt pressure against his hole and sucked in his breath, freezing at the feel of Spock’s lube-covered fingers tracing the same path his tongue had taken only minutes before. This he had done to himself, and he expected it to feel weird. Having Spock attending to him though was something else entirely. Spock didn’t fuck around, going slowly but firmly enough that Jim could feel the slight fullness of Spock’s finger entering him up to the knuckle. Jim couldn’t seem to draw in a proper breath as Spock moved his finger, situated so that he was close enough to watch. The feel of Spock’s hot breath against his skin caused his own cock to tighten. Then Jim felt the stretch as another finger joined the first, sliding easily in with the lube that Spock used. Jim tentatively moved, rocking back onto Spock’s fingers.
Jim squeaked when Spock bit at his ass, pushing Jim’s back so that his butt was further up in the air. He had a second for his brain to bleat at him --no. No way is he gonna--
before Spock was, adding his tongue to the two fingers inside of him. Jim wailed, fucking himself back onto the wet, slippery heat of Spock’s tongue. Spock moved his fingers carefully, going deeper and deeper with each thrust inside of Jim’s hot little hole, taking his time to thoroughly stretch him open. Jim didn’t know what the fuck was going on back there, but could only react, muffling his cries in the pillow as Spock added another finger, moving his tongue back to lap at the stretched ring of muscle, running the tip over what he could reach.
“Spock, come on. Come on, fuck me, I want you in-- in...,” he gasped as Spock rotated his fingers, touching something inside of him that caused Jim to feel like one of Archer’s damn dogs- quivering on point as his whole body lit up like fireworks in the sky.
Jim turned to look over his shoulder, pulling off Spock’s fingers, feeling heavy and clumsy as he maneuvered around. He pulled off the little bits of his sweats that were still hanging off his waist and bent so that he could reach for Spock’s face.
Jim’s body felt heavy, his cock covered with precome, and he knew that if he didn’t have Spock inside of him soon then he’d be coming and this whole morning’s events would be completely over with. He bent to kiss Spock, sucking on his tongue and wrapping his fingers around Spock’s thick cock. Their mouths were gentle with each other, and some twelve-year old part of Jim couldn’t help being a little grossed out by where Spock’s mouth was only a few minutes ago, but the rest of his brain quickly came on board, as he lost himself in Spock’s kisses and heat, hardly noticing when Spock moved them so that he was sitting on Spock’s lap, his hands on Spock’s shoulders as Spock rested against the headboard. Spock lifted him, and Jim lined up Spock’s dick with his hole- shivering when he bumped against the sensitive, wet flesh.
“Our previous position would afford less chance of you being injured by our... congress.”
Jim cocked his head, feeling a giddy mix of punch-drunk and stupid as he paused, drawing this moment out.
“I can’t imagine you letting me hurt myself, Spock.”
Spock’s eyebrow rose again and fuck if Jim’s cock didn’t twitch at the sight. That was one hell of a Pavlovian response.
“Can we please stop talking now?”
“The likelihood of you being rendered completely mute is a statistical impossibility, Jim.”
Jim gave him a whithering look, amazed that Spock still had a sense of humor. He lowered his knees, feeling his ass clench at the thick head off Spock’s cock as it slowly breached him. The tingles he’d felt before felt more like a full body shiver, as nerves he didn’t know he possessed began twanging for attention.
“Open your eyes, Ashayam. I will see you take me inside of yourself.”
Yeah. That sounded good. He would, in just a moment. Spock slid in another inch and Jim felt Spock’s fingers as they brushed against his face, sliding against his sweat-slick skin like Spock was finally indulging his right to touch. Jim opened his eyes with lids that felt like they were weighed down.
It didn’t hurt exactly. Jim’s ass just felt full, felt the slide as Spock moved him down onto his cock, slowly feeding him inches until he was fully seated. Spock’s hands trembled as they slid down Jim’s slick chest, the nails brushing over his pebbled nipples as he waited for Jim to adjust to having a cock inside him for the first time. When Spock’s fingers touched Jim’s cock, Jim felt a garbled shout leave his throat and he pitched forward, changing the angle of Spock’s dick inside of him again. Jim raised up a little, then moved back down, wincing a little at the fullness. There was a definite stretch now, an almost burn as Spock’s cock split him open.
“Let me have your fingers, Jim.”
Jim heard Spock speak, but it took a second for what he said to register. He gave Spock his fingers and whimpered at the sight of them disappearing into Spock’s mouth, watching as his tongue slid lewdly around the digits, leaving them slippery and wet. Jim got with the program, thrusting them slightly into Spock’s mouth, watching with wide eyes as Spock sucked and licked at him.
Spock’s hands tightened on Jim’s hips, and Jim bit his lip, dragging his fingers from the hot cavern of Spock’s mouth and onto his own cock, fisting himself with a desperate grunt. He felt his ass tighten in reaction and heard Spock’s own hiss as he began to lift Jim up, before letting him slide down slowly back down onto his cock. Spock’s thick shaft rubbed against the bump of nerves inside of him, causing Jim to cry out at each slick slide of skin.
Jim watched as Spock watched him, sliding his wet fingers around the head of his cock, tightening on the shaft. Jim knew he wasn’t going to last, that everything was causing him to tighten up as he felt his orgasm building.
Spock was moving him now, yanking him up and slamming him down, and Jim was unable to look away as the green flush slowly rose from Spock’s chest, up his neck to match the blush on his face. Spock was glistening slightly from sweat and Jim could smell the scent of the two of them together, hot and hard and perfect.
He felt his head loll back onto his shoulders as he began to come, freezing as he shot thick streams of come onto Spock’s chest, bubbling up and over his hand as Spock’s hand joined him, milking his cock for every last spurt. Jim collapsed a little as Spock lifted him, his hands kissing bruises on the skin of Jim’s hips as he came with a moan, Jim’s name falling from his lips.
Jim just sprawled there for a moment, feeling the crazy beat of Spock’s heart as it slowly began to slow down. Jim roused himself to share a lazy kiss with Spock, as Spock’s hands slid up over his back, down to the globes of Jim’s ass, and up and around to Jim’s spent, sticky cock as it softened against his leg.
“Even now, I find that I wish to feel every part of you, Jim, to possess and keep you here for my own amusement.”
Jim’s heart gave a funny sort of wiggle. “I thought Vulcans didn’t get ‘amused’.”
Spock’s fingers slid up his chest as he pulled Jim to a more comfortable position, almost petting him now, his fingers tangled in Jim’s sweaty hair as they stretched against each other, Jim still listening to Spock’s heart in his chest.
“Ah. I am beginning to suspect that you are aware that I am not, in fact, fully Vulcan.”
Jim smiled and kissed Spock’s shoulder. “Yeah, well there were some clues.”
They were quiet for a minute, fighting sleep. Jim made a discontented sound that he would totally deny was actually his when Spock got up, padding naked to the ‘fresher and returning quickly, carrying a wet towel. Jim stretched, feeling muscles he didn’t know he had pull and twist as Spock went about the business of cleaning them both up, his fastidious nature not into the idea of falling asleep covered in sweat and come. It felt nice, and Jim just basked for a minute as Spock spent perhaps what was a little more time than was strictly necessary on his ass.
“Hey Spock?”
“Hm?”
“You used a word a few times. One I didn’t recognize. Ashayam?”
Spock started a little, bending to catch up the sheets that they had kicked to the floor. He lay back down, pulling Jim to him, spooning comfortably. The weight of Spock’s arm was a little heavy around his stomach, and Jim found himself playing with the hair there as he waited for Spock’s response.
“It is a Vulcan endearment. It means beloved.”
Oh.
Jim couldn’t have stopped the stupid, goofy smile from stretching his lips if he wanted to.
They were quiet for a few more minutes, listening to the thrum of the ship around them, the slowing sound of their own breathing.
“Hey Spock?”
“Yes, Ashayam?” Spock’s voice definitely sounded amused, now. Perhaps even a bit smug.
“I’ve never wanted to belong to someone before.” He felt Spock stiffen behind him. “To sort of be someone else’s possession made me think that I would.. oh, I don’t know. Lose something.”
Spock didn’t speak, but his arm tightened just the slightest bit around Jim.
“But I guess the best part? The part I didn’t really think about? Was that they would belong to me too.”
Jim’s grin turned to a slight smirk as Spock’s relieved breath whooshed out against his ear. Jim waited until he thought Spock was almost asleep, content to just rest there, feeling the aches on his body, loving the fact that it was Spock that put them there.
“I love you, Spock.” Jim’s whisper was just the faintest breath of sound. He’d never even said the words before, and felt hideously exposed, which, he reflected, was probably completely asinine considering that Spock had been inside both his head and his body.
“I know, Jim. Now go to sleep.”
Jim’s eyes popped open in the almost darkness, his jaw falling open a little in shock.
“Smug bastard,” Jim muttered, completely not under his breath.
He pouted a little when he felt Spock’s lips stretch into a tiny smile against his shoulder, before they firmed in a minuscule kiss against the skin. Instead of replying, Jim just snuggled against the heat behind him, relaxing bit by bit.
Jim finally drifted off, completely and utterly happy with whatever the rest of the day would bring.
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Spock wasn’t able to refuse a direct question. His gaze sharpened as he stared down at Jim with slightly wide eyes. Jim brushed his stubble against the cloth that did nothing to hide the bulge behind them and saw Spock huff out a needy breath. “You are... not.”
Spock’s breathlessness caused Jim to smirk, feeling more confident. He rubbed again, inhaling again. Spock’s scent was musky, and so strong that Jim wanted to just bury his face in Spock’s groin and taste him.
“Not that talkative type?”
“While the bulkhead of this room has enough material to remain intact to most explosions, it is not rendered soundproof.”
Oh. Well, that made sense. “And you don’t want people to hear you?”
Jim felt Spock’s hands in his hair, his long fingers holding his scalp, tilting his head so Spock could look him directly in the face. “No, Jim. I will not have any passer-by hear the sounds you make in pleasure. They are... not theirs to hear.” The ‘They are mine’ was implied, but what the fuck ever it was completely working for Jim.
“You know that I’ve been with other people, right?”
Spock’s eyes narrowed. Jim ignored this, feeling a little like he was poking a Gorn with a sharp stick, but trusting Spock enough to continue. He mouthed over the bulge of Spock’s dick as it jumped a little under the sensation of stubble on his cheek. Jim moved so his fingers were in the waistband of Spock’s sleep pants and darted a quick look up to Spock’s gaze.
“It’s not like you didn’t know. All those shore leaves, the diplomatic dignitaries. Hell, your room is right next to mine. You probably know exactly just how unsoundproofed the bulkhead really is.” Jim imagined himself tossing aside the sharp pointy stick and grabbing something even sharper. Spock’s fingers tightened uncomfortably against his scalp and Jim shivered a little at the strength there, just in his fingers. Jim moved the waistband down enough that Spock’s cock sprung free, laying heavily against Spock’s stomach. When Jim spoke, his lips had to leave cool little puffs of air against the heat of him.
“But this? I’ve never done this with anyone, Spock. I’ve never had someone stronger than me-” Jim paused and winced. “Well, okay. I’ve never had someone humanoid and without tentacles stronger than me. You said you want to know what I dream about? You, Spock. For months. I dream about touching you. Of you touching me. Of you...” Jim trailed off to lick experimentally at the head of Spock’s cock. Spock’s whole body was tense, his mouth open just slightly. Jim’s words had brought a tint of green to Spock’s cheeks, and his eyes were shut, the lashes dark against his pale skin.
This part he remembered from the conference room. And, hey if Jim’s mouth watered a little for Spock’s taste, than that was between him and his mouth. Spock’s fingers clenched once in Jim’s hair before he moved his hold, cradling Jim’s head as Jim lapped at the head of his cock. Jim shifted, holding his weight on his elbows as he pulled the pants down further, nosing against the skin there before pulling away, staring down at Spock.
He hadn’t been sure what to expect. Some sort of weird alien junk probably wouldn’t have put him off, he hoped, but Jim was a little relieved to see that Spock’s cock looked a lot like his own. Spock was thicker, not as long maybe but a good bit... thicker. Jim’s mouth dried up as he stared down at him, reaching out to touch. “Fucking me. God, Spock, I’ve dreamed of this inside me.”
He sounded like one of the damn heroines in the illicit romance novels Bones was always sneaking.
Spock opened his mouth as though he was going to speak, then shut it quickly. Jim recognized the strangled sound Spock made as his name and grinned, delighted.
Jim bent down again, holding Spock’s cock out so that he could swirl his tongue around the glans, tasting. He grew braver, going down on Spock’s length inch by inch until his mouth felt stretched full. He felt Spock move again and saw that he had done another crunch, his abs tightening as he pushed himself up so that he could look down at Jim’s mouth stretching over his cock. All the dryness of his mouth disappeared as Jim worked back and forth over the thick length, strands of saliva connecting his mouth to Spock as he drew off for breath. With his other hand he brushed his fingertips over Spock’s balls, experimenting with the feel and heaviness of them in his palm. Jim could hear Spock’s strangled breaths, and had to moan when Spock let go of his head to hang onto the mattress, arching the center of his body up further into Jim’s mouth. Jim pulled off a little when he couldn’t breathe all the way and moved his hand up to tighten around the base of Spock’s cock, tightening and starting to stroke. He moved his mouth so that he was jacking Spock off into his mouth but was concentrating so hard that it took him a few seconds to notice that the high-pitched whine wasn’t coming from him, but from Spock.
Jim had to press his own cock against the bed, afraid that hearing Spock lose control would send him rabbit-humping the sheets.
“Kroikah!”
Jim didn’t recognize the Vulcan word, but the tone was familiar. Jim darted another quick look up to Spock’s face and saw him breathing heavily, his lip swollen as though he’d been biting it. Then Spock moved, and Jim’s whole world turned as he was pressed against the bed on his stomach, his hands splayed uncomfortably under him as Spock jerked his sweats off, ripping them from his body with a deep, rending rip of sound. He felt Spock’s fingers on his ass, pulling his cheeks apart and before he could even say anything, felt Spock’s mouth against him, the humidity of his breath sending him almost jackknifing up as Spock licked around the rim of his hole.
Jim collapsed into the pillows, crying out in shock. Spock didn’t let up, in fact pushing deeper into Jim. He could feel Spock’s nose smushed up against him, could feel Spock’s tongue as he teased him, licking in circles then pressing the flat part of his tongue against him, not letting up until Jim was a moaning, desperate mess under him. He felt wickedly dirty and turned on at the same time, shivers marching up his back, all over his body as he pushed up onto his hands so that he could breathe. That had the added effect of pushing his ass back into Spock’s face. Jim could feel him change his grip so that his thumbs were closer to the trembling little circle of nerves, teasing him between the hardness of his fingertips and the wetness of his tongue.
“Spock... come on.!”
Jim could practically feel Spock smirk against his ass, and groaned again when Spock’s mouth left him completely, leaving him trembling and wet.
“I wish to penetrate you now, Ashayam.”
Jim thought his eyes were going to cross at hearing Spock’s version of dirty talk. If Spock ever said the words “fuck” or “come,” Jim would probably come so hard that he’d shoot against the bulkhead on the other side of the room.
Jim felt pressure against his hole and sucked in his breath, freezing at the feel of Spock’s lube-covered fingers tracing the same path his tongue had taken only minutes before. This he had done to himself, and he expected it to feel weird. Having Spock attending to him though was something else entirely. Spock didn’t fuck around, going slowly but firmly enough that Jim could feel the slight fullness of Spock’s finger entering him up to the knuckle. Jim couldn’t seem to draw in a proper breath as Spock moved his finger, situated so that he was close enough to watch. The feel of Spock’s hot breath against his skin caused his own cock to tighten. Then Jim felt the stretch as another finger joined the first, sliding easily in with the lube that Spock used. Jim tentatively moved, rocking back onto Spock’s fingers.
Jim squeaked when Spock bit at his ass, pushing Jim’s back so that his butt was further up in the air. He had a second for his brain to bleat at him --no. No way is he gonna--
before Spock was, adding his tongue to the two fingers inside of him. Jim wailed, fucking himself back onto the wet, slippery heat of Spock’s tongue. Spock moved his fingers carefully, going deeper and deeper with each thrust inside of Jim’s hot little hole, taking his time to thoroughly stretch him open. Jim didn’t know what the fuck was going on back there, but could only react, muffling his cries in the pillow as Spock added another finger, moving his tongue back to lap at the stretched ring of muscle, running the tip over what he could reach.
“Spock, come on. Come on, fuck me, I want you in-- in...,” he gasped as Spock rotated his fingers, touching something inside of him that caused Jim to feel like one of Archer’s damn dogs- quivering on point as his whole body lit up like fireworks in the sky.
Jim turned to look over his shoulder, pulling off Spock’s fingers, feeling heavy and clumsy as he maneuvered around. He pulled off the little bits of his sweats that were still hanging off his waist and bent so that he could reach for Spock’s face.
Jim’s body felt heavy, his cock covered with precome, and he knew that if he didn’t have Spock inside of him soon then he’d be coming and this whole morning’s events would be completely over with. He bent to kiss Spock, sucking on his tongue and wrapping his fingers around Spock’s thick cock. Their mouths were gentle with each other, and some twelve-year old part of Jim couldn’t help being a little grossed out by where Spock’s mouth was only a few minutes ago, but the rest of his brain quickly came on board, as he lost himself in Spock’s kisses and heat, hardly noticing when Spock moved them so that he was sitting on Spock’s lap, his hands on Spock’s shoulders as Spock rested against the headboard. Spock lifted him, and Jim lined up Spock’s dick with his hole- shivering when he bumped against the sensitive, wet flesh.
“Our previous position would afford less chance of you being injured by our... congress.”
Jim cocked his head, feeling a giddy mix of punch-drunk and stupid as he paused, drawing this moment out.
“I can’t imagine you letting me hurt myself, Spock.”
Spock’s eyebrow rose again and fuck if Jim’s cock didn’t twitch at the sight. That was one hell of a Pavlovian response.
“Can we please stop talking now?”
“The likelihood of you being rendered completely mute is a statistical impossibility, Jim.”
Jim gave him a whithering look, amazed that Spock still had a sense of humor. He lowered his knees, feeling his ass clench at the thick head off Spock’s cock as it slowly breached him. The tingles he’d felt before felt more like a full body shiver, as nerves he didn’t know he possessed began twanging for attention.
“Open your eyes, Ashayam. I will see you take me inside of yourself.”
Yeah. That sounded good. He would, in just a moment. Spock slid in another inch and Jim felt Spock’s fingers as they brushed against his face, sliding against his sweat-slick skin like Spock was finally indulging his right to touch. Jim opened his eyes with lids that felt like they were weighed down.
It didn’t hurt exactly. Jim’s ass just felt full, felt the slide as Spock moved him down onto his cock, slowly feeding him inches until he was fully seated. Spock’s hands trembled as they slid down Jim’s slick chest, the nails brushing over his pebbled nipples as he waited for Jim to adjust to having a cock inside him for the first time. When Spock’s fingers touched Jim’s cock, Jim felt a garbled shout leave his throat and he pitched forward, changing the angle of Spock’s dick inside of him again. Jim raised up a little, then moved back down, wincing a little at the fullness. There was a definite stretch now, an almost burn as Spock’s cock split him open.
“Let me have your fingers, Jim.”
Jim heard Spock speak, but it took a second for what he said to register. He gave Spock his fingers and whimpered at the sight of them disappearing into Spock’s mouth, watching as his tongue slid lewdly around the digits, leaving them slippery and wet. Jim got with the program, thrusting them slightly into Spock’s mouth, watching with wide eyes as Spock sucked and licked at him.
Spock’s hands tightened on Jim’s hips, and Jim bit his lip, dragging his fingers from the hot cavern of Spock’s mouth and onto his own cock, fisting himself with a desperate grunt. He felt his ass tighten in reaction and heard Spock’s own hiss as he began to lift Jim up, before letting him slide down slowly back down onto his cock. Spock’s thick shaft rubbed against the bump of nerves inside of him, causing Jim to cry out at each slick slide of skin.
Jim watched as Spock watched him, sliding his wet fingers around the head of his cock, tightening on the shaft. Jim knew he wasn’t going to last, that everything was causing him to tighten up as he felt his orgasm building.
Spock was moving him now, yanking him up and slamming him down, and Jim was unable to look away as the green flush slowly rose from Spock’s chest, up his neck to match the blush on his face. Spock was glistening slightly from sweat and Jim could smell the scent of the two of them together, hot and hard and perfect.
He felt his head loll back onto his shoulders as he began to come, freezing as he shot thick streams of come onto Spock’s chest, bubbling up and over his hand as Spock’s hand joined him, milking his cock for every last spurt. Jim collapsed a little as Spock lifted him, his hands kissing bruises on the skin of Jim’s hips as he came with a moan, Jim’s name falling from his lips.
Jim just sprawled there for a moment, feeling the crazy beat of Spock’s heart as it slowly began to slow down. Jim roused himself to share a lazy kiss with Spock, as Spock’s hands slid up over his back, down to the globes of Jim’s ass, and up and around to Jim’s spent, sticky cock as it softened against his leg.
“Even now, I find that I wish to feel every part of you, Jim, to possess and keep you here for my own amusement.”
Jim’s heart gave a funny sort of wiggle. “I thought Vulcans didn’t get ‘amused’.”
Spock’s fingers slid up his chest as he pulled Jim to a more comfortable position, almost petting him now, his fingers tangled in Jim’s sweaty hair as they stretched against each other, Jim still listening to Spock’s heart in his chest.
“Ah. I am beginning to suspect that you are aware that I am not, in fact, fully Vulcan.”
Jim smiled and kissed Spock’s shoulder. “Yeah, well there were some clues.”
They were quiet for a minute, fighting sleep. Jim made a discontented sound that he would totally deny was actually his when Spock got up, padding naked to the ‘fresher and returning quickly, carrying a wet towel. Jim stretched, feeling muscles he didn’t know he had pull and twist as Spock went about the business of cleaning them both up, his fastidious nature not into the idea of falling asleep covered in sweat and come. It felt nice, and Jim just basked for a minute as Spock spent perhaps what was a little more time than was strictly necessary on his ass.
“Hey Spock?”
“Hm?”
“You used a word a few times. One I didn’t recognize. Ashayam?”
Spock started a little, bending to catch up the sheets that they had kicked to the floor. He lay back down, pulling Jim to him, spooning comfortably. The weight of Spock’s arm was a little heavy around his stomach, and Jim found himself playing with the hair there as he waited for Spock’s response.
“It is a Vulcan endearment. It means beloved.”
Oh.
Jim couldn’t have stopped the stupid, goofy smile from stretching his lips if he wanted to.
They were quiet for a few more minutes, listening to the thrum of the ship around them, the slowing sound of their own breathing.
“Hey Spock?”
“Yes, Ashayam?” Spock’s voice definitely sounded amused, now. Perhaps even a bit smug.
“I’ve never wanted to belong to someone before.” He felt Spock stiffen behind him. “To sort of be someone else’s possession made me think that I would.. oh, I don’t know. Lose something.”
Spock didn’t speak, but his arm tightened just the slightest bit around Jim.
“But I guess the best part? The part I didn’t really think about? Was that they would belong to me too.”
Jim’s grin turned to a slight smirk as Spock’s relieved breath whooshed out against his ear. Jim waited until he thought Spock was almost asleep, content to just rest there, feeling the aches on his body, loving the fact that it was Spock that put them there.
“I love you, Spock.” Jim’s whisper was just the faintest breath of sound. He’d never even said the words before, and felt hideously exposed, which, he reflected, was probably completely asinine considering that Spock had been inside both his head and his body.
“I know, Jim. Now go to sleep.”
Jim’s eyes popped open in the almost darkness, his jaw falling open a little in shock.
“Smug bastard,” Jim muttered, completely not under his breath.
He pouted a little when he felt Spock’s lips stretch into a tiny smile against his shoulder, before they firmed in a minuscule kiss against the skin. Instead of replying, Jim just snuggled against the heat behind him, relaxing bit by bit.
Jim finally drifted off, completely and utterly happy with whatever the rest of the day would bring.
THE END!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope that you enjoyed this little story. :)
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Date: 2011-04-04 03:05 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-04-04 03:54 am (UTC)So HOT, bb, I am MELTING.
ALSO I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH RANDOM CAPSLOCK BECAUSE OH GODDAMN.
*puddle of happy fangirl goo*
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Date: 2011-04-04 09:06 pm (UTC)Careful not to slip. That goo is dangerous! :D
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Date: 2011-04-04 04:26 am (UTC)Thank you
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Date: 2011-04-04 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 04:50 am (UTC)POSSESSIVE!SPOCK FTW! ALSO, RIMMING! \o/
(My needs are . . . strange, but simple.)
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Date: 2011-04-04 09:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 09:09 pm (UTC)I couldn't resist the little Han Solo moment. Spock wouldn't exactly say, SHUT UP JIM, SLEEP NOW! lol
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Date: 2011-04-04 11:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-05 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-05 01:19 am (UTC)Of course, I have a history of Han Solo Trek moments:P
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Date: 2011-04-04 08:02 pm (UTC)this was a wonderful story and i enjoyed it throughly!
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Date: 2011-04-04 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 09:10 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for reading it, bb. I appreciate it!!!
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Date: 2011-04-04 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-04 09:10 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for reading and your response!!!
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Date: 2011-04-04 10:24 pm (UTC)You know I am not a big k/ser but I love how you write them. Possessive Spock is a bulletproof kink of mine and as always I love how you write Jim. He's so human in your writings, but without becoming maudlin or trafficking too much into our stereotypes of James T. Kirk.
The background Bones/Uhura worked really well for me as I think they ground this could be flighty couple.
And your porn as always was SUPREME!
and just cause I can I am going to SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Date: 2011-06-26 03:26 am (UTC)<3<3<3<3 bb. You're like my biggest support and I love you for it!
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Date: 2011-04-05 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-26 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-05 12:52 am (UTC)“Can we please stop talking now?”
“The likelihood of you being rendered completely mute is a statistical impossibility, Jim.”
LOL, poor Jim.
“Open your eyes, Ashayam. I will see you take me inside of yourself.”
SO HOT. Love this fic, bb! <3
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Date: 2011-06-26 03:28 am (UTC)ty bb I'm so so so glad you liked it, and your icon makes me lol. Jsyk!!! <3
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Date: 2011-04-06 07:19 pm (UTC)For me you SO captured the cadence of Kirk and Spock's speech patterns. As I was reading the words you wrote painted a canvas on my mind that was like actually watching the story.
Ok I know I am waxing too poetic here. I am just trying to tell you that I loved it and keep on writing. You are truly one of my favorites!
LL&P \\//_
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Date: 2011-06-26 03:34 am (UTC)Sorry I didn't respond sooner. I just saw this now! Thank you so so very much for taking the time to comment and review. I really, really appreciate it!
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Date: 2011-06-26 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-09 09:52 am (UTC)Thank you for sharing this wonderful story with us!
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Date: 2011-06-26 03:35 am (UTC)Anyway, tyvm for reading and taking the time to comment! I really appreciate it.
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Date: 2011-04-10 01:49 am (UTC)so.... late to the party but still
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Date: 2011-06-26 03:35 am (UTC)ahem
<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 BB!
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Date: 2011-04-14 02:41 am (UTC)Are you kidding??!! I LOVED this fic through and through to the very last word! Wonderfully full of angst, UST, action, H/C, and finally sexin' ^__^ My favorites! Awesome!
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Date: 2011-06-26 03:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-07 01:49 am (UTC)I'm glad that you finished this beautiful story ^^
I loved everything...ahhh especially the word ashayam...that's so cute word and I'm happy to Spock told to Jim ^^
I feel soooo excited ^^
I'm gonna read more ^^
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