FIC: Neutral in Eight
Title: Neutral in Eight
Rating: Adult
Pairing: girl!Kirk/Spock
Warning: sex against a medical console, genderswitch
Beta: none as always
Story: there is no story (it is however a sort of related to another prompt I filled here) it's just sex, written because I was stuck on another prompt that had a sex scene I was fussing over and wondered if I could use this to kick me off cos writing Kirk always make it easier to write sex, it's just his natural charm. This is temporarily a girl!Kirk, just like the other piece "A long night" - and yes I imagine he will use the male pronouns cos Jim's Jim, whatever form he's taken
Notes: written trying to fill this prompt - don't take me seriously, laugh and cover your eyes
‘What do I look like?’
Spock looked up from his data pad and examined him carefully, eyes narrowed. Jim smoothed a hand down the mini-dress uniform the quartermaster had whipped up for him so he’d be able to attend to his duties. The shower had cleaned him up, but his cunt was still gooey and tingly, and he could feel himself getting all sticky across the soft bruised skin of his inner thighs. He threw Spock a dirty smile and wondered if the Vulcan could smell that, because he sure could. With an irritated shake of the head, the Chief of Medical stalked out of the decontamination room set aside for the Captain for the duration of his “condition”, muttering under his breath about wanting to wash his eyes and plug his ears.
‘You look like an adult human, female, in early adulthood, in a standard dress-type Starfleet uniform, rank Captain.’
His smile dropped slightly, ‘Thanks Spock, I’m glad you like it.’
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow, scrunched his nose just a bit and gave him a long neutral stare. Jim’s entire body shuddered like it was suffering withdraw, and his thighs clamped together with a soft wet smack. Reaching across to the wall, he hit the button to close the door and quickly keyed in his codes to lock it. Bones wouldn’t dare and if he did, the joke was on him.
‘I’m not wearing underwear.’ Well, truthfully he didn’t own any underwear. Not for girls anyway. Sorry, women. Or woman. Whatever he was right now.
Spock didn’t even blink. Bastard. ‘That is not advisable.’
‘Yeah but think of the benefits.’ Jim leaned back against the wall and stuck a hand between his legs. God, his pussy folds were buttery soft, like a freaking marshmellow - talk about the most thorough cunnilingus known to human and alien-kind. His index and middle fingers dove in, well-practiced, and quickly located the little nub of flesh to give him the most pleasure. And then he gave a low frustrated moan at the mean little thrill it gave. He knew what it wanted - it wanted Spock, or more specifically, Spock’s mouth.
‘It is also non-regulation.’
He’ll give Spock non-regulation if he didn’t shut up and follow his cue. Striding forwards with purpose and one thing in mind, he dragged Spock closer and edged his butt up on a currently inactive medical console. Jim kissed him roughly, and laughed a little between the short heated gasps for air because this was going to be great, getting frisky in the decontamination room. As Bones’ personal domain, this was kinky territory, as kinky and dirty as Spock staring at his pussy and decoding it with his tongue while he was still just getting used to not having a cock, better than-
Jim yelped in surprise as he was swiftly turned around and pinned face-down against the hard silicon-coated surface. A flash of fear rushed from his guts followed by a lick of heat, when he felt a warm hand slide firmly down his more pert backside. Right, fucking - the one thing they haven’t indulged in and then done three more times to be certain they got it right the first time.
‘Spock,’ He said raggedly, ‘Um, I’m still a little bit uncertain about… this… bit.’
‘I am not.’ The low murmur vibrated across the curve of his right ear.
Jim closed his eyes and felt his knees shake and a flush settled across his shoulders. The response was obvious: heat pooled between his legs and his thigh muscles liquefied. Oh just put a collar on me and be done with it, he thought in disgust and arousal, four days and twenty-three orgasms and he was ready to go at one pithy little comment from Spock that wasn’t even grammatically complete. Still, twenty-three, he thought in a little bit of a daze, in four days. Spock did have an unfair advantage - this body was new, and all its nerves were fresh, just waiting to be tickled.
His body gave a short jerk as familiar long fingers slid along his slit and gently stroked, in a long oval sort of pattern that made it seem like Spock was feeling for something rather than blind gropes in a dark damp place. The slither of two fingers up made him breathe just a little faster, unexpected but now it just felt good rather than strange. He opened his mouth and heard the foreign soft half-gasp half-cry, a sound that totally turned him on. Was it hotter or just plain weird it was coming from him and-? The sound/sensation of fingers fucking him made him close his eyes and shudder, his clit buzzing with anticipation of being teased.
He tensed as the short skirt was tugged up, there was a little rustle of cloth and then he felt hot taut skin press firmly across his tail bone. ‘It will be an estimate eight minutes and twenty-seven seconds before Doctor McCoy returns with the scan results.’
Really? Bones did a scan? Jim totally missed it in between groping his own body while putting on the uniform and daydreams about the Best Of moments from last night when it had been him, Spock, a nice wall and one thigh thrown over Spock’s shoulder while the other thigh was spread itself like margarine.
‘Eight minutes huh?’ He breathed.
‘Will this be sufficient time for you to neutralize yourself?’
Neutralize himself? He was pushed harder into the console and Spock’s face was sliding down his back, a familiar long purring growl making his spine tingle and his elbows go funny. Jim laughed dryly as he realized what Spock was talking about, ‘Do I smell that bad?’
‘It is not unpleasant... but it is quite potent, and you are…’ Spock pressed himself more firmly against his ass, ‘… particularly aroused. Is your female form in a mating cycle?’
No, he was just horny and Spock gave the best head this side of the galaxy. ‘Hmm maybe.' He glanced back suggestively, 'Maybe you should do something about it.’
Closing his eyes, Jim tensed his shoulders in expectation as he felt Spock position himself a little lower. But there was nothing, just Spock’s broader pubic bone butting against his slick folds and some grinding. He frowned, what the hell was Spock looking for? Or in this case waiting for? ‘Spock, what are you doing?’
‘Attempting to proceed.’
Attempting to proceed? It sure didn’t feel like it. Spock should have let out his penis by now and at least rubbed against him. His eyes fluttered as he imagined the folds of his cunt clinging to it with each glide, flushing as it anticipated. Spock’s hands roughly spread him open a little more, and Jim felt his thighs twinge as they accommodated Spock’s hips. What the hell was the crazy Vulcan doing back there?
Jim rolled his eyes and turned his head around, ‘Spock, what the-‘
The air choked in his throat as he felt himself being penetrated in one blunt thrust. His face flushed and he moaned weakly, almost rasping, as he realized what just happened. Holy shit! Spock had pressed himself against his twat, angled it and then let his Vulcan penis slide out from its sheath and right in. Dirty, and wickedly hot, and just - FUCK! Jim swallowed thickly and squeezed the edge of the console harder as his cunt spasmed. Spock gave a low grunt and shifted. He wasn’t sure he would have come up with that himself, to be honest, and if Spock moved right now, his legs were going to turn to jello.
‘I am attempting to neutralize you.’
For some reason, that word was getting kinkier by the second. The next time someone said that on the bridge, his mind will flash right back to this moment; Jim took a deep breath and wondered if he could survive that. ‘You’d better make it good,’ He panted, ‘I’ve got guests to greet in two hours.’
‘Logically.’ Spock said, and gave him one hard thrust that made him clench his teeth and hold on for dear life, sharp thrills flexing in his lower guts.
The thrill of being fucked, in a console, in a decon room in Sickbay - Jim cried out quietly as the angle changed and the underside of Spock’s cock starting rubbing against the stretch of skin that covered his stimulation-sensitive clit. Was this dirty fantasy no. 35 and 11, plus a side from dirty fantasy no. 17? Spock slowed and then picked up the rhythm again, torturing him with fast then slow, ascending and then descending. He whined through his nose, mouth clamped tight shut as he bit his lower lip, face twisted in pain or pleasure or a little of both. There were little deep thrusts where the pleasure was sweet, and he had the time to appreciate the wonder of being fucked in a cunt that rightfully shouldn’t be there, how Spock’s version of “neutralizing” him was raw furious fucking with that long hard cock deep as it’d go, like he could just soak up all the pussy drool Jim’s unabashedly hungry twat made because it’s been trained to associate Spock's voice with pleasure since day three when the Vulcan tongued him open and made him beg for more.
‘What do I feel like?’ He panted, ‘Tell me.’
What do I look like? What do I sound like? How do I feel? Shit, shit, shit, he squeezed his eyes close and pressed his face against the console, his harsh breaths leaving a moist trail across its crystal clear surface.
‘You are…’ Spock said softly, panting, winded, ‘… very aroused. Your vaginal muscles are responsive, you’re well lubricated-‘ He’ll say; the sound of fucking reached new lurid heights, ‘- you are very… taut and strained.’ The Vulcan’s voice went a little funny at the end, dropping off on a whispery note that told Jim that he was on edge. Jim grinned, moaning, feeling slightly crazy. He was dripping wet, and his cunt was pulsing around Spock’s cock like he was breakfast. He gave a breathy laugh, or lunch, in this case.
Spock’s fingers, slightly slick from his arousal pressed against his face. ‘I believe this would be more accurate.’
Jim gasped as the sensation of his own warm, wet cunt, tight and already in pre-orgasmic clampdown enclosing a cock that didn’t belong to him but was his, fucking him open with each rough push. Sliding into that snug dark intimate place, the smell of him, different from his scent as a man, thicker, less sharp, more sweet. That warmth pleasuring him, caressing him with hard soft wet strong contractions. Images of them, fucking face to face, pelvis to pelvis, flooded into his mind, his own dirty fantasies with different sensory information fed back to him, Vulcan sensory information. The uneven grooves and hard curves within his cunt as it slicked around a cock that felt more, pulsing two-hundred and sixty-seven times a minute along with Spock’s heart, those desperate little noises coming out of him that didn’t belong to him at all, wasn’t him, but something Spock had made him become.
He felt himself get wetter, hotter. ‘Spock,’ He gasped, laughing, because this was so fucking good, and now he had to take it back, that whole plan about not letting Spock fuck him while he was like this, giving head and fingering not included. He whimpered at a deep thrust hit just the right spot, ‘I don’t think - ugh, Spock, not working.’
Spock fucked him with a hard grunt, again and again and again, hips not stopping. ‘Clarify.’
‘Neutralization, the ah… thing ugh, I’m not, I don’t think it’s- it’s- working.’
Firm fingers found his clit and stroked. Jim made a desperate grab for the corner of the console.
‘Two minutes,’ Spock said softly against his neck, a hand spread firmly over his mound.
He whimpered loudly and threw his head back.