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1lostoneTitle: The One Where Jim and Spock Have Sex During Shore Leave
Author: 1lostone
Universe/Series: Reboot
Rating: VERY NC-17 :D
Relationship status: First time
Word count: 7347
Genre: PWP. (really. No plot or literary value whatsoever)
Tropes: jealousy, kink, sex toys (sort of) voyeurism (again, sort of)
Warnings: missquick
Additional Pairings: none
Summary: see title.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jademac2442 as an extremely late bday present. Like, 4 months late. Also I've been busy and not online and I feel horribly guilty so HERE HAVE SOME PORN BB!!!! <3 Beta'd by jlm121 who 1) admits under duress that she likes k/s and 2) NANNER NANNER I MADE YOU READ K/S!!!!
Jim felt his body tremble, a dry orgasm causing his nipples to pebble. He curses at the rush of endorphins that cause his body to react, shivers of sensation overwhelming him for a minute just at Spock’s calm statement. He reacts by trying to thrust into the sheets and whines when Spock won’t let him move. Jim can feel the heat of Spock’s body against him again, and he sighs, relaxing.
Jim opens drowsy eyes and watches, unsurprised when Spock turns towards the reflection of the mirror. Of course he had to know about it. There was no situation Spock went into without knowing exactly every single aspect of the room, his eidetic memory had probably catalogued everything as soon as he had crashed into the bathroom; surprising Jim out of his... hygienic needs. Spock’s lips twitch in a tiny smirk as he slides Jim’s body so that he can see what Spock is doing to him. The angle is slightly off, and Jim is again unsurprised when Spock slides a pillow underneath his hips, tilting his ass up just enough.
Jim licks his lips, tightening his hands on the headboard as Spock slides his hands over him again, pressing his fingertips into the crease right at the very top of his thighs, under his butt.
Spock moves slowly, like he’s partially afraid that Jim will shriek with maidenly shyness and dive for the blankets. His eyes feel like they’re glued to the mirror’s reflection as Spock’s fingers tighten as he once again spreads Jim open. This time, instead of teasing him, Spock goes right for the sensitive bundle of nerves, making his tongue into a point so that he can trace the quivering muscle, applying more and more pressure.
It’s both amazing and not enough.
“Spock---,” Jim sighs again, turning away from the mirror and folding his overheated, sweaty forehead into his forearm. Spock seems to understand because Jim can feel the tips of Spock’s thumbs as they hold him open, his tongue flicking more rapidly at the sensitive skin.
Jim can feel the blood as it hardens his cock fully again, the pressure just on this side of bearable. Spock’s grip is such that Jim is afraid to move; unwilling to hump into the mattress for fear that Spock will start teasing him again.
Spock’s tongue keeps circling and flicking, his teeth just ghosting over the skin there, but not penetrating. The difference in textures is enough to send Jim cursing into his arm again. He has a second where he considers ordering Spock to just fuck him already, but the rest of him is loving Spock’s unerring attention to detail.
Maybe Spock takes pity on him. Maybe he is just as turned on as Jim, because when he presses against Jim with the pad of his thumb, Jim swears he hears a muffled gasp of breath. He can feel the pressure of Spock’s tongue sliding inside of him and Jim can’t keep still anymore. He feels his head as it falls back, groaning and trying to remember how to breathe. All Jim can do is concentrate on the wetslick feel of Spock as he breeches the small ring of twitching nerves, the thumb still pressing just barely inside.
Jim can’t even talk- just grunt a nuhh nuhh uhhhhh each time he feels Spock’s tongue slide in deeper, until he is using the thumbs to hold Jim’s hole open for the teasing stabs of his tongue. Spock alternately presses and stretches the web of skin there, slowly opening Jim up for him. Spock pulls off of him abruptly, breathing hard against the cheek of Jim’s butt.
“You.. okay?”
“Affirmative. I was simply.. it is just that finally tasting you after...” Spock huffs out a sharp breath at his verbal flailing, and Jim can’t help the smugness he feels. Spock nips at the firm flesh once before he pulls off of the bed, digging into the little box of toys. Jim’s heart flips over for a second, his mind bright with what Spock might come back with.
“You do know that most of those I’ve never even used before. I, uh, stocked up while we were here.”
“I am aware.” Spock comes back to the bed, and Jim pillows his head on his arms for a second, licking his lips and gathering his legs under him so that he is on all fours. Jim balances his weight on his shoulders as he reaches back and holds himself open, eager for whatever Spock wants to do to him. His cock jiggles, full and red and Jim groans at the sensation of air on the sensitive skin. He flushes with pleasure at the way Spock catches his breath, knowing what he must look like.
“C’mon, Spock. I want you inside of me so badly that I fuck myself with the stuff in that box over there, wishing it was you. I want your dick inside of me, Spock. I wanna feel it when you shove that deep inside of my ass, feel your balls slap against me when you fuck me. Come the fuck on.”
Spock was always exemplary at taking orders.
Jim heard the rude sound the lube made as Spock squirted it into his hand and watched Spock’s face in the reflected mirror as he rubbed it on his hands. Jim saw Spock’s eyes flare with heat, the lids sliding down over his eyes as the slickness began to warm up. It was at that exact minute that Jim remembered how sensitive Vulcan hands were. He kind of loved the realization that Spock wasn’t as altruistic as he seemed. Shit, he must have been getting off on touching Jim as much as JIm was getting off on being touched.
Then Spock’s blazing heat was behind him again, stroking two fingers down Jim’s flank and the curve of his ass, sliding into the soft, dark space between his cheeks. The lube was slick, warmed so much by Spock’s body heat that it felt amazing as Spock spread it on him.
“I confess that the words you use during this act of intimate congress is aurally compelling.”
“You like it when I talk dirty?”
Jim blinked, feeling like all his birthdays had come at once. It was so funny; in all his imaginings, he hadn’t really thought that Spock would be so into sex. More controlled, more emotionally withdrawn, perhaps. The realization that Spock was allowing Jim to see his human side, that Spock was letting down his rigid, uncompromising control for Jim’s pleasure shocked him into freezing for a moment, mouth dry. He feels the sticky precome on his stomach as his cock bobs against his abs, and glances down to see one line of the stuff stretched between the reddish purple head of his cock and his belly.
Spock slides his first finger inside of Jim up to the knuckle and Jim moans, pulling apart his cheeks further in reaction.
“Fuck, Spock. Oh. Oh, your finger is so fucking hot! Gimmie more, damnit.”
Spock complied, pulling the finger out and pushing it back in, repeating the slight movement as he worked Jim open, getting him used to the feel of his finger. The slide of the lube felt amazing as he clenched reflexively around the invading finger, the muscles fluttering, tightening and releasing against the small invasion. There was no pain, just sensation as Spock pulled out in order to add another finger. The first two fingers of Spock’s hand is buried in Jim’s clenching hole and Jim can’t stop the groan as he grits his teeth. There is a small burn as the muscles stretch. Spock begins to scissor his two fingers, stroking against the inner walls. Jim imagines that he can feel the callus on the side of Spock’s first finger, the blunt smoothness of the fingernail as it rubs. Spock pulls out of him and there is a wet squelch as he adds more lube.
“Jim.” Spock’s breath is hot as he breathes against Jim’s thigh. “I wish that you do two things for me. Both are not exactly... conventional as I have studied the subject of Human sexuality, but...”
“Spock, are you-- oh, yeah God that’s so hot- babbling?”
The fingers slide back in, curling slightly upwards. Spock moves his fingers in a circle, still scissoring to stretch the tight clench of Jim’s heat around him. Spock works his fingers quickly, then bends back down to lick at Jim’s hole again, shoving his tongue in between his fingers.
“Oh fuck!”
Spock stills, pulling his mouth off of Jim, and holds the small hole open with his thumbs again.
“Jim.”
Jim whines, pushing his ass back towards Spock’s hands. He can feel that he is bruising himself, and is dimly aware that his shoulders fucking hurt from holding his weight, but he doesn’t particularly care.
“Jim.” There is a sharp slap on his ass cheek and Jim sees stars. He would have come if not for the whatever the fuck it was that Spock did to his brain, and feels his whole body break out in gooseflesh, tingling in reaction. “Attend.”
Jim blinks, realizing that Spock has asked him something. He goes back over Spock’s words in his head. Oh. Ohhh. Two things. Right. “Wh-what?” His voice is a croak of sound. Jim licks at his lips, cautiously letting go of his rear end and moving to relieve the pressure on his shoulders by bracing the palms of his hands on the bed. Spock rewards him by sliding the fingers back inside, the tip of his ring finger slowly sliding in circles around the stretched muscle.
“I wish for you to continue to narrate my actions. You also seem to enjoy watching what I chose to do to you in the clever arrangement of mirrored surfaces.” Spock presses the third finger at the bottom, sliding just the tip inside. “It is satisfactory. Continue.”
Jim’s whole brain whites out for a second. He turns his head to watch. Spock has arranged him so that his ass is fully on display. Spock is leaning so that he’s just slightly reflected, his chin resting on the top of Jim’s butt, near the tailbone. He too is staring into the mirror.
He can’t think of anything to say. The reality of Spock preparing him, readying him for his cock is unbelievable. Then with a hitch of breath, he begins to talk. “I forgot how sensitive your fingers are, Spock. I remember when we were on that colony and you had to hold hands with me and Uhura as we bowed? I couldn’t stop thinking about all the times I’d touched your hand when we played chess. It made me wonder if you were turned on whenever I touched you.”
He feels Spock’s breath against him and feels a little more confident. If Spock wants Jim to talk him off, then by Jesus he’d do it. Jim made a conscious effort to remove the filter he usually kept rigidly in place and just concentrates on the feel of Spock’s body against him, not trying to force his words.
Spock wiggles the third finger inside of him and Jim groans again, his forehead dropping down onto the pillows as though his head weighted so much that he can’t actually find the strength to keep it up. There is a definite stretch now, and Jim tentatively pushes back, not sure if Spock would allow it.
“Oh. Ohohoh, Spock, God. You feel so good, so fucking hot right now.”
“I confess that invoking the name of a deity that has historical connotations of disapproving of homosexual acts while participating in those same acts somewhat ironic. But as you are aware, Jim, the complexities of human humor escapes me.”
Jim laughed, then chokes as Spock twists his finger. He can feel lube or spit dripping out of his ass, trickling down his leg. Jim watches, eyes wide as Spock twists his fingers back again, widening his hole. The angle isn’t exactly right for Spock’s finger to brush at his prostate, but Jim knows that Spock has a freakishly high learning curve. He’ll get there eventually.
“I love what you’re doing me. I love watching it, Spock. You can put them in deeper. I want it. Don’t worry, I can take it, Spock.”
Spock does as Jim asks, and Jim rocks back onto the fingers, moaning again as Spock twists them inside of him. When he starts to spread the three tightly clenched fingers, Jim cries out, the muscles of his body locking up. Jim shoves back and hears Spock’s quiet grunt as his knuckles brush against the space between his asscheeks, sliding against the slickness of the lube.
“Spock, fuck touch my cock. Come on, jack me off.”
“You will not reach completion until I remove the--”
“I don’t care! I want to feel you now!”
Spock shifts and Jim bites his lip, tasting blood again as Spock’s long, lube covered fingers curls around him, tightening slightly. Spock moves his hand at a different rhythm than his fingers, and Jim’s mouth falls open at the sensation, unable to move or breathe or think as pleasure seems to radiate out from where Spock touches him. He collapses onto the mattress, still gasping for air as his body trembles.
Spock removes his fingers with a wet squelch, and Jim heard the rip of cloth as Spock opens the fastening of his uniform trousers, the button spinning off and plonking against the mirror. There is a second of just their breathing, heavy in the silent room, then the blunt head of Spock’s dick slides against Jim’s hot little hole.
Jim’s cock throbs now. It doesn’t hurt, but he feels so ready to come that he reaches down to stroke himself, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good but unable to keep himself from stopping.
“Spo-oock.”
He can feel Spock bending over him, and Spock’s fingers sliding over his face. Jim smells his own precome and his mouth waters. Spock’s fingers slide into Jim’s ready mouth, just as his cock began to slide into Jim’s empty hole.
Jim’s name was a breath of sound as Spock moves, the hot column of his cock sliding slowly inside of Jim until he was fully seated, the feel of his balls sliding against Jim’s causing Jim to buck in reaction. He begans to suck on Spock’s fingers, tonguing them and tasting himself, and this causes Spock to begin to move, thrusting shallowly as though trying to make room. Spock yanked his hands from Jim’s mouth and pulled sharply at his hips, arranging Jim so that he could get the angle he wanted.
Jim wails when the head of Spock’s dick brushes against the tiny bundle of nerves, the ridges sliding against him on every in and out thrust. Jim works his hand furiously over his cock, before Spock simply grabs his wrist and places his fingers on the headboard again.
Jim gets the idea and braces himself, still sucking in breath only to lose it when Spock begins slamming into him, the shallow thrusts turning more and more deliberate, Spock mutters under his breath in Vulcan, his lips hot against the back of Jim’s neck.
Jim hears himself and would have been embarrassed at the way he sounded like an overly enthusiastic star of a porno holovid, but he can’t seem to find his words as Spock fucks him, pulling Jim’s ass back onto his cock as he thrusts deeply enough that he is balls-deep almost every time.
Jim feels the bite of Spock’s teeth on the back of his neck, right over his topmost vertebra and the hot splash of Spock’s come deep inside of him and grins, bearing his teeth in triumph that he’s done this; that Spock wanted him so much that he has lost his control. Jim’s gaze cut s to the mirror, watching as Spock pulls out of him. He was shocked to see that Spock was still hard, and even more shocked when Spock positions Jim again so that Jim had one hell of a view of his own reddened, sore-looking hole, shiny with come and lube.
Jim thinks his heart might stop when Spock leans forward, his fingers brushing against the rim, pressing the white streaks of come into Jim’s skin.
“Oh.” Jim only manages a single syllable as he feels Spock’s breath against him. His eyes drift shut, only to pop open as Spock licks at his abused looking ring of muscle, lapping and sucking lightly on the over-sensitized nerves.
Jim shouts, flopping back down onto the mattress like a dead fish as he sees Spock smirk again, before beginning to lick at him, cleaning his own come off of Jim. Now his cock hurts, as it throbs and Jim imagines that it’s practically shaking with the need to come. Spock goes so far as to slide one slim finger into Jim’s ass, teasing at the sensitive inner walls before bending his neck to rim him again.
“Please, Spock please please come on make me come please fuck Spock please!” He hears his own desperate babble and doesn’t know how long he’s been talking, but his throat hurts from screaming out his need.
Spock turns him over,then noses under Jim’s balls, still tongue-fucking him until Jim clenches around the small invading muscle, tightening his ass so that he can thrust up into nothing. Spock pulls off of him with a gasp of breath and Jim feels Spock’s hot mouth around his cock again. Spock has a handful of Jim’s dick, jacking him off while bobbing his mouth over the head, sucking harder and harder as Jim continues to beg, and plead and curse the way Spock is driving him crazy. His balls have tightened, his skin feels two sizes too small as thrusts up into Spock’s mouth, his fingers gripping Spock’s hair to anchor himself.
Spock’s fingers slide up to his face and Jim screams, mouth open so wide that his jaw pops, planting his feet onto the mattress and arching, his ass squeezing on nothing as his red, aching cock is finally allowed its release. He watches as Spock pulls off, closing his eyes so that Jim can spurt over his face, his lips and chin dripping with the long ropes Jim’s come.
Jim floats for a minute, breathless, his heart pounding. Dimly, he feels the bed shake as
Spock gets up and hears water running from the adjoining bathroom; the same adjoining bathroom that caused Jim so much trouble.
Well, it was hardly trouble when you literally asked for it, but still. Spock returns with a warm cloth and Jim sighs as Spock takes care of him, cleaning him of the sweat and lube and come still marking his body. He is very gentle with Jim’s spent cock, and kisses the hole with a brief brush of lips before he moves away and allows Jim to make himself more comfortable.
Jim stretches, feeling each overworked muscle in his body relax. “Hey, Spock?” His voice is sleepy as he curls onto his side. “You’re gonna stay, right?”
“Indeed, Jim. I have no plans of leaving you at this time.”
Jim smiles kind of goofily as he curls into Spock’s incredible heat, claiming Spock as his own personal pillow. His body is exhausted and his mind is blissfully blank as he feels Spock’s heartbeat thrumming against his side. He is asleep in minutes and doesn’t notice the way Spock cups the back of Jim’s head, carding his fingers through the sweaty hair, touching each one of his marks that he can reach before allowing himself a small smile, kissing the forehead pillowed on his sternum.
The fact that Vulcans do not have refractory periods, or the same need for sleep as humans is information that will have to wait until some other time.
Spock listens to Jim sleep and drifts off, content.
THE END! :)
Author: 1lostone
Universe/Series: Reboot
Rating: VERY NC-17 :D
Relationship status: First time
Word count: 7347
Genre: PWP. (really. No plot or literary value whatsoever)
Tropes: jealousy, kink, sex toys (sort of) voyeurism (again, sort of)
Warnings: missquick
Additional Pairings: none
Summary: see title.
A/N: Written for
jademac2442 as an extremely late bday present. Like, 4 months late. Also I've been busy and not online and I feel horribly guilty so HERE HAVE SOME PORN BB!!!! <3 Beta'd by jlm121 who 1) admits under duress that she likes k/s and 2) NANNER NANNER I MADE YOU READ K/S!!!! Jim felt his body tremble, a dry orgasm causing his nipples to pebble. He curses at the rush of endorphins that cause his body to react, shivers of sensation overwhelming him for a minute just at Spock’s calm statement. He reacts by trying to thrust into the sheets and whines when Spock won’t let him move. Jim can feel the heat of Spock’s body against him again, and he sighs, relaxing.
Jim opens drowsy eyes and watches, unsurprised when Spock turns towards the reflection of the mirror. Of course he had to know about it. There was no situation Spock went into without knowing exactly every single aspect of the room, his eidetic memory had probably catalogued everything as soon as he had crashed into the bathroom; surprising Jim out of his... hygienic needs. Spock’s lips twitch in a tiny smirk as he slides Jim’s body so that he can see what Spock is doing to him. The angle is slightly off, and Jim is again unsurprised when Spock slides a pillow underneath his hips, tilting his ass up just enough.
Jim licks his lips, tightening his hands on the headboard as Spock slides his hands over him again, pressing his fingertips into the crease right at the very top of his thighs, under his butt.
Spock moves slowly, like he’s partially afraid that Jim will shriek with maidenly shyness and dive for the blankets. His eyes feel like they’re glued to the mirror’s reflection as Spock’s fingers tighten as he once again spreads Jim open. This time, instead of teasing him, Spock goes right for the sensitive bundle of nerves, making his tongue into a point so that he can trace the quivering muscle, applying more and more pressure.
It’s both amazing and not enough.
“Spock---,” Jim sighs again, turning away from the mirror and folding his overheated, sweaty forehead into his forearm. Spock seems to understand because Jim can feel the tips of Spock’s thumbs as they hold him open, his tongue flicking more rapidly at the sensitive skin.
Jim can feel the blood as it hardens his cock fully again, the pressure just on this side of bearable. Spock’s grip is such that Jim is afraid to move; unwilling to hump into the mattress for fear that Spock will start teasing him again.
Spock’s tongue keeps circling and flicking, his teeth just ghosting over the skin there, but not penetrating. The difference in textures is enough to send Jim cursing into his arm again. He has a second where he considers ordering Spock to just fuck him already, but the rest of him is loving Spock’s unerring attention to detail.
Maybe Spock takes pity on him. Maybe he is just as turned on as Jim, because when he presses against Jim with the pad of his thumb, Jim swears he hears a muffled gasp of breath. He can feel the pressure of Spock’s tongue sliding inside of him and Jim can’t keep still anymore. He feels his head as it falls back, groaning and trying to remember how to breathe. All Jim can do is concentrate on the wetslick feel of Spock as he breeches the small ring of twitching nerves, the thumb still pressing just barely inside.
Jim can’t even talk- just grunt a nuhh nuhh uhhhhh each time he feels Spock’s tongue slide in deeper, until he is using the thumbs to hold Jim’s hole open for the teasing stabs of his tongue. Spock alternately presses and stretches the web of skin there, slowly opening Jim up for him. Spock pulls off of him abruptly, breathing hard against the cheek of Jim’s butt.
“You.. okay?”
“Affirmative. I was simply.. it is just that finally tasting you after...” Spock huffs out a sharp breath at his verbal flailing, and Jim can’t help the smugness he feels. Spock nips at the firm flesh once before he pulls off of the bed, digging into the little box of toys. Jim’s heart flips over for a second, his mind bright with what Spock might come back with.
“You do know that most of those I’ve never even used before. I, uh, stocked up while we were here.”
“I am aware.” Spock comes back to the bed, and Jim pillows his head on his arms for a second, licking his lips and gathering his legs under him so that he is on all fours. Jim balances his weight on his shoulders as he reaches back and holds himself open, eager for whatever Spock wants to do to him. His cock jiggles, full and red and Jim groans at the sensation of air on the sensitive skin. He flushes with pleasure at the way Spock catches his breath, knowing what he must look like.
“C’mon, Spock. I want you inside of me so badly that I fuck myself with the stuff in that box over there, wishing it was you. I want your dick inside of me, Spock. I wanna feel it when you shove that deep inside of my ass, feel your balls slap against me when you fuck me. Come the fuck on.”
Spock was always exemplary at taking orders.
Jim heard the rude sound the lube made as Spock squirted it into his hand and watched Spock’s face in the reflected mirror as he rubbed it on his hands. Jim saw Spock’s eyes flare with heat, the lids sliding down over his eyes as the slickness began to warm up. It was at that exact minute that Jim remembered how sensitive Vulcan hands were. He kind of loved the realization that Spock wasn’t as altruistic as he seemed. Shit, he must have been getting off on touching Jim as much as JIm was getting off on being touched.
Then Spock’s blazing heat was behind him again, stroking two fingers down Jim’s flank and the curve of his ass, sliding into the soft, dark space between his cheeks. The lube was slick, warmed so much by Spock’s body heat that it felt amazing as Spock spread it on him.
“I confess that the words you use during this act of intimate congress is aurally compelling.”
“You like it when I talk dirty?”
Jim blinked, feeling like all his birthdays had come at once. It was so funny; in all his imaginings, he hadn’t really thought that Spock would be so into sex. More controlled, more emotionally withdrawn, perhaps. The realization that Spock was allowing Jim to see his human side, that Spock was letting down his rigid, uncompromising control for Jim’s pleasure shocked him into freezing for a moment, mouth dry. He feels the sticky precome on his stomach as his cock bobs against his abs, and glances down to see one line of the stuff stretched between the reddish purple head of his cock and his belly.
Spock slides his first finger inside of Jim up to the knuckle and Jim moans, pulling apart his cheeks further in reaction.
“Fuck, Spock. Oh. Oh, your finger is so fucking hot! Gimmie more, damnit.”
Spock complied, pulling the finger out and pushing it back in, repeating the slight movement as he worked Jim open, getting him used to the feel of his finger. The slide of the lube felt amazing as he clenched reflexively around the invading finger, the muscles fluttering, tightening and releasing against the small invasion. There was no pain, just sensation as Spock pulled out in order to add another finger. The first two fingers of Spock’s hand is buried in Jim’s clenching hole and Jim can’t stop the groan as he grits his teeth. There is a small burn as the muscles stretch. Spock begins to scissor his two fingers, stroking against the inner walls. Jim imagines that he can feel the callus on the side of Spock’s first finger, the blunt smoothness of the fingernail as it rubs. Spock pulls out of him and there is a wet squelch as he adds more lube.
“Jim.” Spock’s breath is hot as he breathes against Jim’s thigh. “I wish that you do two things for me. Both are not exactly... conventional as I have studied the subject of Human sexuality, but...”
“Spock, are you-- oh, yeah God that’s so hot- babbling?”
The fingers slide back in, curling slightly upwards. Spock moves his fingers in a circle, still scissoring to stretch the tight clench of Jim’s heat around him. Spock works his fingers quickly, then bends back down to lick at Jim’s hole again, shoving his tongue in between his fingers.
“Oh fuck!”
Spock stills, pulling his mouth off of Jim, and holds the small hole open with his thumbs again.
“Jim.”
Jim whines, pushing his ass back towards Spock’s hands. He can feel that he is bruising himself, and is dimly aware that his shoulders fucking hurt from holding his weight, but he doesn’t particularly care.
“Jim.” There is a sharp slap on his ass cheek and Jim sees stars. He would have come if not for the whatever the fuck it was that Spock did to his brain, and feels his whole body break out in gooseflesh, tingling in reaction. “Attend.”
Jim blinks, realizing that Spock has asked him something. He goes back over Spock’s words in his head. Oh. Ohhh. Two things. Right. “Wh-what?” His voice is a croak of sound. Jim licks at his lips, cautiously letting go of his rear end and moving to relieve the pressure on his shoulders by bracing the palms of his hands on the bed. Spock rewards him by sliding the fingers back inside, the tip of his ring finger slowly sliding in circles around the stretched muscle.
“I wish for you to continue to narrate my actions. You also seem to enjoy watching what I chose to do to you in the clever arrangement of mirrored surfaces.” Spock presses the third finger at the bottom, sliding just the tip inside. “It is satisfactory. Continue.”
Jim’s whole brain whites out for a second. He turns his head to watch. Spock has arranged him so that his ass is fully on display. Spock is leaning so that he’s just slightly reflected, his chin resting on the top of Jim’s butt, near the tailbone. He too is staring into the mirror.
He can’t think of anything to say. The reality of Spock preparing him, readying him for his cock is unbelievable. Then with a hitch of breath, he begins to talk. “I forgot how sensitive your fingers are, Spock. I remember when we were on that colony and you had to hold hands with me and Uhura as we bowed? I couldn’t stop thinking about all the times I’d touched your hand when we played chess. It made me wonder if you were turned on whenever I touched you.”
He feels Spock’s breath against him and feels a little more confident. If Spock wants Jim to talk him off, then by Jesus he’d do it. Jim made a conscious effort to remove the filter he usually kept rigidly in place and just concentrates on the feel of Spock’s body against him, not trying to force his words.
Spock wiggles the third finger inside of him and Jim groans again, his forehead dropping down onto the pillows as though his head weighted so much that he can’t actually find the strength to keep it up. There is a definite stretch now, and Jim tentatively pushes back, not sure if Spock would allow it.
“Oh. Ohohoh, Spock, God. You feel so good, so fucking hot right now.”
“I confess that invoking the name of a deity that has historical connotations of disapproving of homosexual acts while participating in those same acts somewhat ironic. But as you are aware, Jim, the complexities of human humor escapes me.”
Jim laughed, then chokes as Spock twists his finger. He can feel lube or spit dripping out of his ass, trickling down his leg. Jim watches, eyes wide as Spock twists his fingers back again, widening his hole. The angle isn’t exactly right for Spock’s finger to brush at his prostate, but Jim knows that Spock has a freakishly high learning curve. He’ll get there eventually.
“I love what you’re doing me. I love watching it, Spock. You can put them in deeper. I want it. Don’t worry, I can take it, Spock.”
Spock does as Jim asks, and Jim rocks back onto the fingers, moaning again as Spock twists them inside of him. When he starts to spread the three tightly clenched fingers, Jim cries out, the muscles of his body locking up. Jim shoves back and hears Spock’s quiet grunt as his knuckles brush against the space between his asscheeks, sliding against the slickness of the lube.
“Spock, fuck touch my cock. Come on, jack me off.”
“You will not reach completion until I remove the--”
“I don’t care! I want to feel you now!”
Spock shifts and Jim bites his lip, tasting blood again as Spock’s long, lube covered fingers curls around him, tightening slightly. Spock moves his hand at a different rhythm than his fingers, and Jim’s mouth falls open at the sensation, unable to move or breathe or think as pleasure seems to radiate out from where Spock touches him. He collapses onto the mattress, still gasping for air as his body trembles.
Spock removes his fingers with a wet squelch, and Jim heard the rip of cloth as Spock opens the fastening of his uniform trousers, the button spinning off and plonking against the mirror. There is a second of just their breathing, heavy in the silent room, then the blunt head of Spock’s dick slides against Jim’s hot little hole.
Jim’s cock throbs now. It doesn’t hurt, but he feels so ready to come that he reaches down to stroke himself, knowing that it wouldn’t do any good but unable to keep himself from stopping.
“Spo-oock.”
He can feel Spock bending over him, and Spock’s fingers sliding over his face. Jim smells his own precome and his mouth waters. Spock’s fingers slide into Jim’s ready mouth, just as his cock began to slide into Jim’s empty hole.
Jim’s name was a breath of sound as Spock moves, the hot column of his cock sliding slowly inside of Jim until he was fully seated, the feel of his balls sliding against Jim’s causing Jim to buck in reaction. He begans to suck on Spock’s fingers, tonguing them and tasting himself, and this causes Spock to begin to move, thrusting shallowly as though trying to make room. Spock yanked his hands from Jim’s mouth and pulled sharply at his hips, arranging Jim so that he could get the angle he wanted.
Jim wails when the head of Spock’s dick brushes against the tiny bundle of nerves, the ridges sliding against him on every in and out thrust. Jim works his hand furiously over his cock, before Spock simply grabs his wrist and places his fingers on the headboard again.
Jim gets the idea and braces himself, still sucking in breath only to lose it when Spock begins slamming into him, the shallow thrusts turning more and more deliberate, Spock mutters under his breath in Vulcan, his lips hot against the back of Jim’s neck.
Jim hears himself and would have been embarrassed at the way he sounded like an overly enthusiastic star of a porno holovid, but he can’t seem to find his words as Spock fucks him, pulling Jim’s ass back onto his cock as he thrusts deeply enough that he is balls-deep almost every time.
Jim feels the bite of Spock’s teeth on the back of his neck, right over his topmost vertebra and the hot splash of Spock’s come deep inside of him and grins, bearing his teeth in triumph that he’s done this; that Spock wanted him so much that he has lost his control. Jim’s gaze cut s to the mirror, watching as Spock pulls out of him. He was shocked to see that Spock was still hard, and even more shocked when Spock positions Jim again so that Jim had one hell of a view of his own reddened, sore-looking hole, shiny with come and lube.
Jim thinks his heart might stop when Spock leans forward, his fingers brushing against the rim, pressing the white streaks of come into Jim’s skin.
“Oh.” Jim only manages a single syllable as he feels Spock’s breath against him. His eyes drift shut, only to pop open as Spock licks at his abused looking ring of muscle, lapping and sucking lightly on the over-sensitized nerves.
Jim shouts, flopping back down onto the mattress like a dead fish as he sees Spock smirk again, before beginning to lick at him, cleaning his own come off of Jim. Now his cock hurts, as it throbs and Jim imagines that it’s practically shaking with the need to come. Spock goes so far as to slide one slim finger into Jim’s ass, teasing at the sensitive inner walls before bending his neck to rim him again.
“Please, Spock please please come on make me come please fuck Spock please!” He hears his own desperate babble and doesn’t know how long he’s been talking, but his throat hurts from screaming out his need.
Spock turns him over,then noses under Jim’s balls, still tongue-fucking him until Jim clenches around the small invading muscle, tightening his ass so that he can thrust up into nothing. Spock pulls off of him with a gasp of breath and Jim feels Spock’s hot mouth around his cock again. Spock has a handful of Jim’s dick, jacking him off while bobbing his mouth over the head, sucking harder and harder as Jim continues to beg, and plead and curse the way Spock is driving him crazy. His balls have tightened, his skin feels two sizes too small as thrusts up into Spock’s mouth, his fingers gripping Spock’s hair to anchor himself.
Spock’s fingers slide up to his face and Jim screams, mouth open so wide that his jaw pops, planting his feet onto the mattress and arching, his ass squeezing on nothing as his red, aching cock is finally allowed its release. He watches as Spock pulls off, closing his eyes so that Jim can spurt over his face, his lips and chin dripping with the long ropes Jim’s come.
Jim floats for a minute, breathless, his heart pounding. Dimly, he feels the bed shake as
Spock gets up and hears water running from the adjoining bathroom; the same adjoining bathroom that caused Jim so much trouble.
Well, it was hardly trouble when you literally asked for it, but still. Spock returns with a warm cloth and Jim sighs as Spock takes care of him, cleaning him of the sweat and lube and come still marking his body. He is very gentle with Jim’s spent cock, and kisses the hole with a brief brush of lips before he moves away and allows Jim to make himself more comfortable.
Jim stretches, feeling each overworked muscle in his body relax. “Hey, Spock?” His voice is sleepy as he curls onto his side. “You’re gonna stay, right?”
“Indeed, Jim. I have no plans of leaving you at this time.”
Jim smiles kind of goofily as he curls into Spock’s incredible heat, claiming Spock as his own personal pillow. His body is exhausted and his mind is blissfully blank as he feels Spock’s heartbeat thrumming against his side. He is asleep in minutes and doesn’t notice the way Spock cups the back of Jim’s head, carding his fingers through the sweaty hair, touching each one of his marks that he can reach before allowing himself a small smile, kissing the forehead pillowed on his sternum.
The fact that Vulcans do not have refractory periods, or the same need for sleep as humans is information that will have to wait until some other time.
Spock listens to Jim sleep and drifts off, content.
THE END! :)
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