Cultural Differences, aka the Spanking Fic

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Author: 1lostone
Written for: tripperfunster  for the trek_hc exchange who requested Aliens made them dooo eeeeet!
Summary: Jim's having a bad day. Weird Dreams, Snarky First Officer... what's  a Captain to do? Make sure his next mission goes well, of course.
Fandom: XI
Genre: slash
Characters/Pairings: k/s
Rating: NC-17
Warnings:  spanking, YES I SAID SPANKING! Humor(?) angst, h/c...
Disclaimer: Yes, I do own Trek. Clearly. *shifty look* Well fine I don't own it but I make it do naughty stuff. Often.
A/N:  Posted in several parts- +16k, complete. Thanks so very much to the ladies who encouraged me... beedlebarg , yesterday_girl , romennim  and avictoriangirl  and to jademac2442  for her amazing beta. Anything messed up would be my fault cuz I have to mess with things after she sends it back. :D

So, without further ado...

Part 1   Part 2  

***

 

“Thanks,  Ensign.”

“Aye, Keptin. What will you be doing with the shuttlecraft, sir?”

Jim looked over to Spock who was standing at his customary parade rest, having only moved off the transporter pad as was protocol. “We have approximately twenty-eight minutes to assemble a team and fly back to the planet’s surface.”

Jim turned to look at him, his eyes wide. “Ah, that’s cutting it a little close, there Spock.”

“I had not anticipated some of the finer points of our conversation.”

The doors slid open and McCoy walked in, practically radiating excitement. “Jim! Jim, is it true? Pike mentioned that the plants have some unique properties but I never dreamed that I would have the chance to … what happened to your head?” His voice sharpened, his eyebrow raising.

Jim winced.

The tricorder appeared as if by magic.

“Bones. I really don’t have time for this. Especially if you want your wonderweeds. I’m fine. Spock took care of me.”

Bones grumbled under his breath. Jim rolled his eyes and began issuing orders. “Spock, see that your science team is here and ready to rock in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Jim tried to suppress a shiver at the words. He was extremely conscious of a feeling of excitement, of anticipation running through his veins, just under the surface. He left the transporter room, Bones jogging along beside him. “Bones, get that damn thing out of my face. I’m fine. Was just a bump. You know my head can take harder hits than this.”

“That’s the God’s honest truth,” Bones muttered not-quite under his breath as he subsided. “I want Christine in on the away team. Her I can trust to tell me what’s going on.”

Jim nodded. “Ten minutes.” He stopped for a moment, tapping his code into the wall console. “Yeoman Rand, please meet Captain Kirk in his quarters.”

Bones raised an eyebrow. “If the entire crew didn’t know that you were absolutely terrified by her, that would be a good way to get rumors started there, Jimmy.”

Jim didn’t even spare him a dirty look as he continued his jog down the corridor to the turbolift.  He didn’t want to be late, and knew that it would take at least twelve minutes to land the shuttlecraft back on the planet.  He arrived in front of his quarters out of breath and began packing a small case, along with his dress uniform. Bones was always telling him not to trust alien cosmetics, and the first time Jim’s mouth had sprouted purple pustules after he’d used alien toothpaste, Jim had agreed. So he packed a bag.

It didn’t take long. Yeoman Rand met him when he exited his quarters, already standing with a similar bag and Spock’s dress uniform in a carrier bag.

Jim just grinned and jogged back to the transporter room.

There was some chaos as everyone was beamed back on board the shuttlecraft, and it was a bit of a tight squeeze with the four extra science officers, but they made it back to the planet and began the landing sequence with no major issues. 

“Kirk to Uhura.”

“Ah. Yes. Captain?” Sheepish didn’t begin to cover her tone of voice.

“We’ll discuss your meddling later.” Jim tried to make his voice as stern as possible, noticing out of the corner of his eye the way Spock’s lips twitched again, as though he were suppressing a smile. “In the meantime, I would like you to escort and make sure the science team is settled in the quarters that Talok Governor provided.”

“Aye, Sir.”

“Kirk out,” he closed his communicator. “Okay Spock, fill them in.” The science team turned away as best they could to give him some privacy, but Jim noticed a few surreptitious stares as he wiggled into the tight trousers and uniform jacket. He listened as Spock explained the customs, and instructed them to only explore if he, Uhura or Jim were with them at all times in order to avoid any incidents. Then Jim was maneuvering into the pilot’s seat and Spock was changing into his dress uniform as he landed. Jim kind of wasn’t fond of the way that Christine Chapel kept looking over at Spock out of the corner of her eye, but short of turning the shuttlecraft upside down in a fit of pique there wasn’t exactly much he could do about it without embarrassing everyone involved.

Finally, they landed and were able to exit the shuttlecraft, Jim still combing his hair into some semblance of order.

“Kirk Captain. You honor us once again with your presence. Even if you are tardy, I have no doubts that Spock Commander will address the issue at a later time.”

Jim’s cheeks burned, but he couldn’t help but smile, pleased with the feeling that his diplomatic negotiations would be going much more smoothly this time around.

**

“I can’t believe that I did it! That felt so good. I mean, I kind of wanted to smack you when you didn’t fill me in the first time because that was just about the most embarrassing thing that I’ve ever had to do and let me tell you that I don’t get embarrassed that easy and-”

“Captain.”

“And you know? The crew is so excited to be gathering some of the samples. I mean I thought that today was going to be the worst day ever and look? We have a new planet geared to join the Federation and Talok is so pleased with everything that he’s given us pretty much free reign for the next three days to-“

“Jim.”

Jim froze for a second, biting his lip to keep himself from the nervous babble. Why the hell was he so nervous? He’d done this part a hundred times. Literally. Okay maybe that was a conservative sentiment but the point was that this shouldn’t be a big deal.

Only it was.

 It was Spock standing just inside the room, head tilted just slightly to the left as he tried to get Jim’s attention. It was Spock whose eyes had constantly flicked to his during the long, stately dinner. It was Spock who stood here now, looking at Jim with his features softened into something Jim had rarely seen before. Jim looked down at the ground, pulling off his boots. He had to take a deep, steadying breath. He had never wanted something so very badly before in his life. Part of him shook at the thought of the guts required for him to simply reach out and take it.

“Jim.” A bare whisper of sound. Spock took a step forward towards the bed.  Jim bit his lip and stood up. “If this is not what you desire…” Spock’s own voice seemed to give out on him.

They were only standing a few feet apart. The fact that it had taken them two years to get here, two years of misunderstandings piled on top of misunderstandings was not lost on either of them. Jim bit his lip, sighed, and stripped off his dress uniform top in one quick movement. Spock seemed a little startled. His eyes widened and he took a quick glance at Jim’s chest before meeting and holding Jim’s gaze.

Jim grinned. “It’s okay, Spock. You can look.” Jim preened a little as Spock took him at his word, looking his fill at Jim’s chest, his arms, abs and when Jim turned in a little circle, his back. When Spock reached out to touch him, Jim’s eyes slid shut. Spock took a step forward so that his fully clothed body was flush against Jim’s half-naked one.  His hands curled on Jim’s hips.

“Talok was most adamant about our tardiness to the planet. Local customs would dictate that since you were, in all actuality the pilot of the shuttlecraft, and had control over whether or not we were late in landing on the planet’s surface…” Spock pressed his mouth to Jim’s shoulder. The sensualness of the simple act stole Jim’s breath.

Jim felt his mouth drop open. He started to turn but found that he couldn’t move from Spock’s steely grip. “Are you kidding me?! I was passed out. I couldn’t help that,” he felt Spock’s hand slide from his hip down and over to his butt, pressing the tips of his fingers into Jim’s flesh.  “That.. uh.. oh.” Jim could feel Spock’s lips twitch against his shoulder. Right. Okay.

“I find these are cumbersome. Remove them.” Spock’s long fingers moved around to the fastenings of Jim’s dress trousers and undid the snap and zipper. Jim felt his heart-rate accelerate.  Spock was putting off so much heat that Jim was surprised that he wasn’t starting to sweat. Or come in his pants. Either seems pretty possible at this point.  Spock moved his fingers, reaching inside the material so that they were on his thighs, lightly scraping Jim’s body hair, but completely avoiding his cock as it hardened and thickened inside of his underwear.  

Jim moaned as he felt Spock’s fingernails draw slightly up his legs, back up to his hips. Jim’s hands came down to push off his trousers and started to peel off his underwear, but Spock stopped him, simply by shifting his grip to Jim’s wrists.

“Go find a suitable chair, Jim.”

Jim had taken three steps before he stopped short, realizing that Spock probably shouldn’t be ordering him around like this. Then on the heels of that thought was this: it was the hottest fucking thing he’d heard in quite awhile. Jim looked around rather desperately and pulled a straight-backed chair away from the table, wincing at the way it squeaked against the marble floor.  Spock came over to him and seated himself, his back ramrod straight, his feet perfectly placed on the floor. 

“Remove the rest of your clothes and come here, Jim.”

Jim smirked a little, clued in on the fact that Spock seemed to be a tad attached to his ass. He turned and slowly took down the waistband of his underwear, bending over at the waist and slowly inching them down over his ass and thighs until they pooled on the floor. He turned around, wrapping one fist around his cock and pumping it twice before licking his lips and meeting Spock’s gaze.

The look on Spock’s face made Jim even harder.  Spock’s eyelids were lowered, and the faint green blush of his skin made Jim want to go to him and start kissing him. Jim’s other hand rubbed at his balls, and he stood there with his legs spread just a little, tilting his hips towards Spock.

“Put your hands by your side.” Spock’s voice was much lower than his usual speaking voice. Jim did so and stood there, watching Spock watch him. Some small part of Jim couldn’t believe that he was here in this room, standing naked in front of Spock.  He felt weird, as though things were happening way too quickly and at the same time at a glacier melting slowness.  He’d never felt like this- that he wanted so very badly to slow everything down but at the same time give Spock everything he wanted before Spock came to his senses and left.

Jim took a step forward, and Spock held out his hand. Their fingertips met first, pressing together. Then their fingers, then palms. “You can … read me like this, right?”

“Indeed.” Spock cleared his throat. “Your mind is surprisingly well-ordered.”

“Surprisingly, huh?”

Spock tilted his head back so that he was looking up at Jim’s face. “I am pleased Jim. Having shared your mind earlier I now know you more intimately than you can imagine.  I confess to the emotion of surprise because as a whole humans are not so … challenging. Your mind is fascinating.”

Jim’s heart pounded even deeper in his chest. He wasn’t used to Spock talking so much around him, and he kept getting lost in the timbre and cadence of his voice. 

“You are... nervous?”  Spock moved his hand so that he was cradling Jim’s palm in his own. He pulled Jim closer and slowly rubbed his face against Jim’s hip as though he were trying to remember his scent. Jim’s breath left him on a serrated sigh.

“Not exactly.” Jim turned his hips and his cock nudged against Spock’s lips. Spock pulled back, his eyes narrowed. Jim would have had a heart attack, worried that he’d gone too far if not for the way Spock moistened his lips.

“Then I suggest you lie down on my lap again. I wish to discharge my cultural obligations so that we may … enjoy… the rest of the evening.”

Jim was totally okay with that. He started to lean down, then stopped. Spock had moved his hand, changed the grip so that he was clutching Jim’s wrist again.  “Aren’t you going to take off your uniform?”

“Negative.”

Ohh. Oh god. Jim bit his lip and stooped, stretching out onto Spock’s lap. He blew out his breath, absolutely refusing to allow himself to come on Spock’ uniform again.  No matter how hot that thought might be.

Spock sighed and adjusted so that Jim’s weight was spread more evenly over his lap. He placed his hands in the same position he had earlier in the day, his right hand solidly on Jim’s back, the other hand rubbing lightly on Jim’s tailbone, sliding softly over the skin of his ass, over his thighs and back up. It was strangely soothing.  “Spock-“ Part of Jim was feeling a little ridiculous.

“This is quite… pleasing.” Jim grinned, loving how Spock had to pause to find the proper word. Jim moved his hips, trying to slide his cock against Spock’s leg. “There will be none of that, Jim.” Spock simply spread his legs, so that one thigh was under Jim’s thighs, and the other had moved to just under his belly button.

“Spock.” Jim began to protest, not even sure what he wanted to say, when Spock’s hand came down sharply on one cheek. Jim jumped and bit his lip, moaning behind his teeth. Spock had hit him in such a way that it made a loud sound, but hardly stung at all. But fuck, the idea of it. Jim could feel the precome on his cock start to drip against his slit and sighed.

“Place your hands on the floor.”

Let it never be said that Jim Kirk couldn’t take direction when sufficiently warranted.  He braced his palms against the floor and arched his back, leaning into Spock’s heat. He spread his legs, feeling his cock bob in the air from the force of Spock’s smack.  “Again, Spock.”

He heard Spock’s shuddering breath and Jim had just a second to brace himself before Spock’s hand came down again. Jim could feel his spine tingling, pins and needles seeming to march across his back, down to his extremities, the head of his cock and back up to the stinging point of contact on his ass. “Oh god, I don’t know why that feels so… fuck Spock, do it again!” Jim mouthed against Spock’s calf, pressing his moans into the fabric.

Spock did and Jim couldn’t help the way his hips bucked, sending the skin on his ass jiggling. Another. And Another until Jim was moaning almost nonstop, his cock weeping with fluid as he twisted under Spock’s unrelenting grip. Hearing Spock begin to lose control was driving Jim insane. His heavy breathing, the sound of the smacks in the quiet room was its own stimulation.

Jim felt Spock holding the cheeks of his ass apart and he whined, arching up even further. When he felt the cool slide of the salve against his hole he could not stop the way his head lolled down, the strength draining out of him for a moment. “Spock…” He moaned, twitching against the feel of the coolness, the sensation almost too much with the reddened, hot skin.

“Jim. You must tell me if this causes you distress.” Spock’s whisper was so tightly controlled as to sound cold. Jim could feel the tip of one finger circling his hole and he brought his head up, biting his own forearm to stifle the sound that was desperate to get out of his throat. Yeah, yeah Spock oh god oh more…. He was so fucking sensitive that it felt like Spock was stroking the head of his dick with his slicked finger as he slowly slid it inside of him, and ohgodohfuck Spock was inside of him-stretching, slowly moving his finger, stroking around the ring of muscle. He pushed it in and out, stroking more and more, gently, then not so gently, then so softly that Jim could only jerk in reaction, trying to anticipate what he would feel next.

When the second finger slid in Jim writhed, unable to keep still. Spock stretched his hole and continued to run his other finger around the sensitive skin there, seemingly going by just the sounds that Jim could no longer stifle. Jim sucked air into lungs that were too tight, too full and jerked off of Spock’s fingers, sliding down onto the floor between Spock’s spread legs.

“Jim!” Spock sounded appalled.

“No.. no… I need. I .” Jim babbled again, yanking at the fastenings of Spock’s trousers, hearing fabric rip. Spock had the presence of mind to arch up before Jim was yanking his clothes out of his way, taking a hold of Spock’s cock with two hands and almost diving down onto it, desperate for his taste. Any skill Jim had at this particular activity deserted him as he sucked and laved, drooling and lapping at Spock’s cock.

He felt Spock’s body arch, felt his hands, still slick with the salve entangle themselves in Jim’s hair.  Jim bent his head, trying to suck Spock all the way into his throat, but he choked a little, not used to the size. Spock tasted vaguely sweet which was quite unexpected, but nice enough that he didn’t really notice- sucking on what he could as hard as he could.

Spock made a strangled sound and lifted Jim up for a kiss. Spock’s lips trembled against Jim’s. Jim found himself staggering with the unfamiliar feeling of weightlessness. He braced his hands on Spock’s shoulders and looked around for wherever the salve was.

“I want… I. Spock I need you inside me. Please.”

Spock’s hands slid down his sweatslick back, over the cheeks of his ass and under, spreading him open. Jim could feel Spock’s knuckles bumping against his balls and smelled the distinctive scent of the salve and realized Spock was coating his own cock. Jim couldn’t wait any longer. He lowered himself, Jim’s hands gripping the rough fabric of Spock’s dress uniform, knowing it was too hard, not wanting to bruise him, but Spock was huge and Jim hadn’t done this in awhile. He could feel his hole twitch, and saw Spock’s eyes flutter closed, a slight dusting of sweat breaking out on his forehead.

Jim cried out, feeling chills causing his nipples to tighten. His own cock felt like it was hard enough to drill through something. He was so wet, so fucking hard that he was afraid he was going to come before Spock was all the way inside.

“I must... confess. I did not… anticipate that you would feel so… constricting.” Jim pushed down another two inches and Spock tilted his forehead forward, against Jim’s.  Jim was panting now, wanting the burn as he was stretched open, forcing himself downward past the stinging pain until he was flush against Spock’s trembling thighs. Jim’s head fell back and Spock wasted no time kissing and mouthing at Jim’s jaw.  Spock’s hands moved up to Jim’s waist and Jim attempted to move before Spock growled and yanked Jim up before plunging him back down onto his cock. Jim’s eyes rolled as he leaned back, using his hands on Spock’s shoulders as leverage.  

Jim heard a loud, unfamiliar sound and realized that Spock was growling, the vibration like a buzz against Jim’s chest.  Spock picked him back up and thrust him back down, then again, and Jim leaned back even further until he felt the head of Spock’s cock rub against the bundle of nerves and Jim shouted, a sharp bark of sound before he began to moan in time with Spock’s thrusts.  He moved one hand, sliding it down over Spock’s chest and onto his own cock, trying to jack himself to the speed that Spock set.

It didn’t take long. Jim felt his balls tighten, knew his hole was tightening even more from Spock’s strangled groan and he was spurting over his hand, shooting up and onto Spock’s chest as he tightened his hand, letting Spock’s frenzied movement continue until Spock gasped his name and crushed him to his chest, arching up and Jim moaned again to feel the hot slickness deep inside of him as Spock’s dick twitched.

Jim couldn’t have said how long he sat there. One of Spock’s arms was behind his back and the other held his hand, stroking over his first two fingers in a way that made Jim smile kind of sleepily. He’d have to make a mental note to ask Spock what that meant, later. He didn’t want to move right now.

He twitched a little when Spock picked him up again as though he weighed nothing, but really couldn’t be fucked to move. Or think. Thinking was overrated, really. Spock set him on the bed and Jim thought he might just be drooling into the pillow. He dozed for a few minutes until he felt the hot cloth cleaning him. Jim moaned, shifted and spread his legs.

Spock folded the small cloth and set it carefully on the night table before climbing into bed and under the covers with a small shiver. Jim wasted no time in curling up with Spock, tangling their legs and listening to the way Spock’s heart beat in his side. Jim put a curious hand over it, not used to such an accelerated heartbeat. Predictably, Spock’s hand slid down over Jim’s ass, cupping him and settling them firmly together.  Jim grinned again into Spock’s chest. He really, really didn’t want to move. Ever. He kissed Spock’s chest, stroking over the whorls of hair there, sheepishly aware that he hadn’t exactly had a chance to explore Spock’s body.

“Hey, Spock?”

“Hmm?” Jim had to consciously keep his fist from pumping in glee at the way Spock sounded absolutely sated.

“I thought you, um, needed to meld to have sex.”

“You are in error. While the sensation of two minds merging does enhance the satisfaction for a Vulcan, it is not vital to completing sexual congress.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Oh, it was just something Spo- ah. The other you told me.”

Spock’s hand curled even tighter on Jim’s ass and Jim could hear the small dissatisfied sound Spock made.

“I have no complaints about our time together, Jim. Other than perhaps, if I were inclined towards wishing, that we had completed this act much sooner.”

“Hmm.” Jim nodded, already almost asleep as his thoughts slid together the way they always did right before he fell asleep.  One thought in particular sparked in his mind, snapping together with an almost audible ‘click.’ Jim sprung up from his sprawl and stared at Spock, whose eyebrow rose in silent inquiry at Jim’s abruptness.

“Spock! You and Uhura read the damn briefings. You knew these people’s little “cultural oddities. You.. you… you engineered this so that you would have to spank me!”

Spock looked the slightest bit sheepish. “It was a logical way to set events in motion that I calculated would have a 98.9 percent chance of being mutually beneficial.”

“Logic! Logic? You knew I’d goof something up and that you .. that you…why you kinky little Vulcan!” Jim gaped at him, knowing he looked like a fish but unable to really help himself.  Then he started to laugh helplessly.

Spock simply shut Jim’s mouth with the expedient method of drawing him down into a kiss.

After all, Jim didn’t really mind.

***

“Ambassador ?”

Uhura couldn’t help but straighten her posture when the familiar, wizened face appeared on her viewscreen.

“Nyota.” The old Vulcan’s hands stretched in the familiar salute of greeting. “I trust that you have… good news?”

“Yes, sir. Your idea worked perfectly.  I’m sure you will find the results most pleasing.” She couldn’t help the grin that split her face. Two more stubborn men couldn’t possibly exist in any galaxy.

Spock’s lips twitched in a very small smile. His brown eyes seemed to focus on something very, very far away.  Nyota’s heart gave a funny sort of leap at the look on his face, and for a moment she wondered what could have put such a look of joyous sorrow in that benevolent gaze.

“Yes, Nyota. I am quite positive that I will.”

 

The End!

I hope you enjoyed it. :D