FIC: Naughty Cadet Fun
Title: Naughty Cadet Fun
Rating: Adult (graphic oral sex)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Warnings: Kirk in his little red cadet uniform, student-teacher dynamic, graphic descriptions of a blowjob
Dialogue and Beta by: karmic_fic (who really needs to write more and have confidence in that writing)
Notes: FIRSTLY this is the third version of this prompt on the new meme I started and the only one I finished. The others got very nasty very quickly because IF Kirk was to be completely IN CHARACTER (at least for me) regarding his feelings on the Kobayashi Maru, he would tear strips off Spock for the test. So no, I couldn’t have it be completely, completely in character role-playing.
“Cadet Kirk, are you aware of why you have been called to this meeting?”
The cold abruptness of the greeting startled Jim and for a moment he forgot where he was and what he was doing. Then his brain registered the attractiveness of the speaker, the pointy ears and the plain black lines of an Academy instructor’s uniform, followed by a vague push from his libido. Behind him the door closed with a soft hiss. Jim wondered briefly what he had done to deserve being summoned and felt a frisson of unexpected excitement jump through him at the intense gaze cast in his direction.
Jim grinned brightly, because hey, this was the smile that had been called gorgeous in eleven alien languages and even a Vulcan’s got to have a sense of aesthetic appreciation. “Well, I’m guessing it’s not for my stunning charitable works.”
Commander Spock shot him a disapproving look. Without waiting for an invitation, Jim dropped down into one of the visitor seats and made himself comfortable; he got the sense that this was going to take awhile. The Commander’s frown deepened. God, even that was kind of gorgeous.
He pursed his lips thoughtfully and internally smirked when that brought the Commander’s attention right where he wanted it: his mouth. “You’re from the linguistics department right?”
“That is correct however not entirely accurate.”
Jim took that as a win and ignored the rest. Looking up from under his eyelashes, Jim Kirk decided that if he wanted to win, he would have to risk a little. “Finally heard the rumors about my talented tongue?”
The Vulcan’s eyebrows did a little dip and Jim imagined that if it were someone else right now, they would be practically glowering or rolling their eyes in disdain. “Negative,” Commander Spock said in a hard voice, before his expression became more rueful, “however I can see that the rumors of your insubordination and ego are not exaggerated.”
There were rumors about him? Awesome.
“This meeting may be informal, cadet,” Commander Spock continued dryly. “However I am speaking with you as a teacher and your superior officer; as such you will afford me the respect I deserve.”
So that was what this little mysterious nighttime rendezvous was about. Mentally Jim didn’t know if he should sigh or shake his head forlornly: what was it with tight-assed teachers and their need to make him their bitch? He wondered when he had the time to piss Commander Spock off. If he had met this particular instructor before, Jim was certain he would remember - clearly, in great graphic detail with lots of non-Starfleet approved embellishment; Commander Spock was Vulcan and beautiful, and Jim had a thing for brunettes and people who looked indecently fine in their uniform.
He licked his lips in anticipation. “I’ll have you know that I can be very respectful.”
The Vulcan’s lips thinned in disapproval, even as those dark eyes smoldered. Jim silently congratulated himself on subliminal messaging well-done though, he had to admit, he was hitting the man pretty hard and to not respond was to practically admit that you were dead, dumb or blind. “Cadet you will cease your attempt to distract me from the severity of the situation.”
Well, nice to know that it was working.
“And what situation would that be?” Jim replied smartly, smiling as his eyes caressed along the Vulcan Commander’s body. His imagination leaped ahead of him; his gaze dropped below the table and zeroed in on Commander Spock’s bulge. He felt a little thrill when it seemed to respond to his visual caress.
The man shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. “You recently undertook the Kobayashi Maru test for the third time, is that correct Cadet Kirk?”
Still a little distracted, Jim looked up with a smirk. “You know it is.”
Standing in one smooth movement and stepping around the desk with the exceptional grace characteristic of Vulcans, Commander Spock tucked his hands neatly behind his back and fixed Jim with an imperious look, even as he swallowed nervously. “I have asked you to meet with me today for a private discussion on a particularly troubling matter involving your third attempt.”
“You mean the one where I kicked the computer’s ass?”
Commander Spock arched one critical eyebrow in his direction, and mentally Jim breathed just a little deeper in preparation for some punishment. “We uncovered the subroutine you implanted. It is clear that you must have had an accomplice in this action as you were under surveillance during the entire test and you did not have access to any of the in-simulation terminals. I expect you to divulge this information - you may consider this an order.”
“Now wait a minute- I didn’t have an accomplice and I won’t be naming any names; if this is a formal inquiry I demand Fleet representation!” Jim’s frown of confusion at the suddenness of the accusation slowly segued into a smile of glee when the Vulcan seemed to freeze at his words. “But this… isn’t a formal inquiry is it?”
Commander Spock gave him a long hard look that sent all of hairs in his body quivering at the promise in those depths. Down boy, Jim chided silently, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Vulcans were at least three times stronger than humans, and in a genuine tussle, Commander Spock would easily overpower him, turn him over and spank his ass red.
Jim felt a grin tug at his lips as he slumped back lazily, opening his legs a little for the show because a little danger could be fun. “Does the Board even know I’m here?”
The Vulcan’s eyes burned into his. “I must know how you defeated my test.”
Ah, so that was what this was really about. It seemed that the programming he had hacked was the baby of Commander Spock, and in doing so he had offended the man’s ego. God, if Vulcan’s could wobble their lower lip, the Commander’s just wobbled. Awww. Too fucking bad.
“It was a very beautiful piece of code, but Starfleet really needs to up their security measures.” Jim sighed and shook his head in pity, “I’ve been trying to tell them that since I first got here but no one seems to want to listen to a First Year cadet… or a Third Year for that matter.”
The Vulcan tilted his head, a disbelieving and perplexed expression on his face. “Do you mean to state that you were doing this for the good of Starfleet? By violating regulations and cheating on a test?”
Well, when the man put it like that… Jim met the Commander’s eyes and wondered how the reaction would go if he were to say that he did it to get a rise. “Well… not exactly, no.”
There was a faint glint of satisfaction as the Vulcan reclined in his chair, hands still neatly folded upon the surface of the table. “So you were cheating for personal gain.”
The man just couldn’t let it go could he? Jim chuckled.
“No, not that- it’s just the test, it’s about no-win scenarios and I just can’t accept that.” OF COURSE, if he had known that the person who had written the program was this gorgeous, he would have hacked the shit out of the Kobayashi Maru years ago to orchestrate this fateful meeting. He smiled brightly at the Commander’s perplexed expression, and wondered if the guy liked chess. “Are you free tonight, Commander? I have a meeting with the tri-dimensional chess club, and I’d love to have you come.”
Commander Spock stepped into his personal space and loomed over him, gazing down upon him critically with his eyes cutting through every crease and curve of Jim’s tight cadet uniform. Jim wondered if this was supposed to intimidate him, because so far it was just turning him on. “Cadet, that is inappropriate, and you are going off topic.”
Jim grinned, “What was the topic?”
There was a rushed exhale before the Vulcan fixed him with an almost exasperated glare. “You have a problem with authority, cadet, and your audacity in tampering with the Kobayashi Maru program is evidence of your flagrant disregard for proper conduct. Unless you are able to prove that you are indeed capable of showing respect to the chain-of-command and your instructors, then I shall have to inform the Academy Board of your unsuitability as-”
“No, I don’t think so.” Jim cut in, sliding onto his feet smoothly and meeting the man front on, chest to chest. He gave a knowing smile as the Vulcan’s breathing quickened and a faint olive green tint stretched over those cheeks. “I think the real topic is that you can’t handle the fact that I beat your test. You can’t accept that a mere cadet took your damn test apart.”
Jim slid his hands smoothly up the man’s arm to rest lightly on his shoulders. There was a startled glance downwards but the Vulcan didn’t stop him, his face passive except for a slight flare of his nostrils, his full-lipped mouth parting just slightly in anticipation or uncertainty or perhaps even lust, Jim didn’t know, but God those lips looked good. “Cadet, you are overstepping your boundaries.”
“Look, I understand. I mean, who the hell is this guy you’re asking, to come and rain on my parade, but hey…” Jim’s hands curled around the back of the Vulcan’s head and he leaned in for a kiss, “let me make it up to you.”
The kiss was hungry and wet and hot, their tongues curling and pushing against one another as they nipped and sucked, humming and groaning. Lust hit him like a freighter as he felt Commander Spock jerk sharply against him, pressing the confirmation of his arousal against Jim’s thigh. His own cock throbbed in response to the danger, the thrill, of having sex with an instructor in his little red cadet uniform - what if someone walked in? An image, of his pants around his ankles, flat on his stomach with the Commander pounding his ass into the pristine gleaming surface of the generously wide Starfleet-issue office desks (they were made for fucking, really) burned through him drawing a whimper.
Commander Spock turned his head sharply away, “This is entirely inappropriate!”
“You love it.” Jim grinned, running his tongue up the side of the Vulcan’s jaw and then lower, lapping at the racing green pulse point at the base of the neck, “This is why you called me here.”
Smiling suggestively, Jim dropped down to his knees and began to caress the Commander’s thighs, the sight of those dark eyes riveted on his every move sending a bolt of pleasure through him. “Isn’t that right Commander? This is what you need, right? To see the young upstart in front of you, totally at your mercy, because I can work that… hmm I can totally do that.”
A muscle in Commander Spock’s jaw flexed hard and his eyes fluttered before they snapped open to glare down at him, and a hand twisted in his hair, trying to push him away. “Your attempts to seduce me will not lighten your punishment!”
“Forget the punishment,” Jim snapped, breaking the hold on his hair and surging up to kiss the Vulcan deeply. He closed his eyes and moaned into kiss when the Vulcan responded ferociously, almost tearing the air from his lungs with the way their mouths clashed and molded, rough and unapologetic.
“This isn’t about the test,” Jim panted between kisses, “or we wouldn’t be here alone!” his hand somehow found the zipper, “In your office after hours!”
The Vulcan spluttered through his teeth as his pants were unceremoniously unzipped and tugged down to his thighs. Jim ignored the orders for him to cease and desist in his “disgraceful actions” because seriously, the Commander doth protest too much. And besides, that green blush and that white-hot erection banging against his thigh were all the confirmation he needed that Commander Spock found him very attractive. Jim swooped down onto his knees and cupped the Vulcan’s ass, pushing his face into dark pubic hair.
“Don’t worry, Commander, I’m not trying to get to get anything out of this - after all, I didn’t do anything wrong.” He glanced up with a mischievous look, and lightly caressed the slightly-extended green cock with eagerness. Not wanting to wait, Jim adorned the Commander’s growing hardness with wet open-mouthed kisses along the pubis where it was starting to stretch from.
“This,” Jim purred, breathing hotly across the blunt green tip, “is about you and me, and me making it up to you... hmm… that code was a thing of beauty.”
Approximately seventy percent of the cock was visible now and seemed to reach for him. Jim smirked and licked his fingers before tapping it softly, feeling a swell of pleasure and pride at the obvious pleasure that washed over the Vulcan’s face.
“Did you design it yourself?” He asked distractedly as he curled his hands around the Vulcan’s hardness and caressed in time with his flat-wide licks, teasing the remainder of that thick green cock out of its hiding place. “Did you spend hours on it… late into the night, did it consume your every thought… I know it did mine…and now, I’d like to show my appreciation…” Jim moaned, trailing off as he opened his mouth allowed the flushed head pass his lips slowly, putting on a show. There was a moan from above him, and glancing up, Jim felt an additional flush of arousal at the sight of Spock looking down on him cheeks flushed green and his mouth open in an unguarded expression of pleasure.
After a minute of just bathing the pulsing hot Vulcan cock with his saliva, Jim pulled back and let just the tip of rest against his lower lip as he spoke, blowing wet air across the slit. “I don’t agree with the parameters of your test, but I definitely go for the precision. Would you like to know how I defeated your test?”
The Vulcan stared down at him, his flush darkening as he took in the sight. Jim felt the urge to touch himself as he imagined it: his wet swollen mouth, the flared head of that healthy green-hued Vulcan cock tapping against his lower lip as his tongue flicked out to tease it, all eagerness and lust and dilated pupils - shit, he’d fuck himself. Jim leaned into the hand which stroked along the top of his head, twisting through his short blond tuffs, and stroked his fingers lightly along the shaft.
“Yes…” Commander Spock breathed hoarsely, swallowing hard.
“It was by expanding my parameters… I think yours could maybe do with a little expanding, don’t you think?” Jim murmured with a sly smile before grasping the cock firmly and sliding it into his mouth, dragging his wet lips over it.
Spock breathed in sharply, hand tightening over his scalp. Humming in pleasure at the strong fingers massaging his scalp, Jim decided that a little teasing was called for. Rather than just tonguing Spock along the sensitive ridge until he came, Jim let the cock slip out and then caught it again with a wet slurp, before repeating it in between rubbing it with his mouth, nose and chin until his entire lower face was slick with saliva and pre-cum. Feeling distinctively dirty from being on his knees sucking Spock off, Jim cupped his aching hard on through the tight Starfleet-issue cadet pants and groaned at the stimulation. Needing more hot-tight-friction-now, he sucked in his stomach and jammed a hand down to jerk himself off.
Above him there was a choked gasp before the hand in his hair was joined by another, and then strong hot fingers were stroking down the side of his face, along his temple, over the cooling wet mess over his jaw, mouth and cheeks. Between Spock’s wide-eyed stare, eyes completely black, molten and hot enough to drown in, mouth slack with quiet moans and the smell of sex that filled his nostrils and the sensation of Spock’s fingers masturbating themselves over his face…. Pulling back and gasping for air, Jim squeezed his eyes close and nuzzled the hands caressing him.
“You like that, Commander?” He rasped, his hand clamping firmly around the engorged and vividly olive erection straining towards him. Spock’s face could be as emotionless as he wanted it to be, but his cock didn’t lie. “You love it don’t you? My filthy mouth and big brain sucking you off?”
There was a thick swallow before Spock admitted in a breathy murmur, “I find the sight and sensation of my penis penetrating your oral cavity to be highly provocative. Your mouth is warm… and wet.”
“Good,” Jim grinned, before closing his mouth over the cock and teasing the heck out of that little spot just behind the head that made Spock’s knees weak.
There was a loud gasp that almost could have been a cry and then Spock’s hips bucked, thrusting helplessly into Jim’s mouth, shivering and keening and hot as fuck. Jim went with the hands that grabbed him by the hair and held him there, kept sucking and swallowing until Spock was spent.
“Perhaps,” the Vulcan mumbled in a deceptively mild tone of voice, his pleasant non-expression in stark contrast with the storm electrifying his eyes, “we can come to a mutually agreeable solution, before I submit my final report to the Board.”
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“That,” Spock said breathlessly, “is not how it would have occurred.”
Sweaty and lying in a clumped heap on the floor in front of the Enterprise Ready Room desk, Jim snuggled closer with a satisfied groan because quite frankly, he didn’t fucking care how it was supposed to have gone - the image of Spock’s face mid-orgasm was seared into his brain. Next time, he’d have to suck Spock off while Spock talked dirty. “If I’d known you wrote the fucking program, I would have hacked it in my freshman year and shown up in your office for some real student-teacher fun.”
“There was not enough… spanking.”
Jim burst into laughter. “Seriously, are you saying that there would have been corporal punishment?”
Suddenly there was a heavy smack against his ass. Jim yelped in shock. “HEY! Shit that hurt!” He grinned, leaning into Spock’s face because oh fuck yes, he always knew that underneath all that logic was Spock was into this shit they did, no matter how much he protested. It was one thing for Jim to find his cadet uniform and demand a little play time, but for Spock to dig out his old instructor’s uniform? Some days he loved the Vulcan’s demand for accuracy. “Is that seriously how it would have gone?”
“Unfortunately not,” Spock replied, sounding almost disappointed, “It is against protocol to lay any hand and/or other manipulative appendage on a cadet.”
*until next time*
now I need to find me some spanking... this fic is related to Dirty Dialogue Fun, and Slow Fun
Rating: Adult (graphic oral sex)
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Warnings: Kirk in his little red cadet uniform, student-teacher dynamic, graphic descriptions of a blowjob
Dialogue and Beta by: karmic_fic (who really needs to write more and have confidence in that writing)
Notes: FIRSTLY this is the third version of this prompt on the new meme I started and the only one I finished. The others got very nasty very quickly because IF Kirk was to be completely IN CHARACTER (at least for me) regarding his feelings on the Kobayashi Maru, he would tear strips off Spock for the test. So no, I couldn’t have it be completely, completely in character role-playing.
“Cadet Kirk, are you aware of why you have been called to this meeting?”
The cold abruptness of the greeting startled Jim and for a moment he forgot where he was and what he was doing. Then his brain registered the attractiveness of the speaker, the pointy ears and the plain black lines of an Academy instructor’s uniform, followed by a vague push from his libido. Behind him the door closed with a soft hiss. Jim wondered briefly what he had done to deserve being summoned and felt a frisson of unexpected excitement jump through him at the intense gaze cast in his direction.
Jim grinned brightly, because hey, this was the smile that had been called gorgeous in eleven alien languages and even a Vulcan’s got to have a sense of aesthetic appreciation. “Well, I’m guessing it’s not for my stunning charitable works.”
Commander Spock shot him a disapproving look. Without waiting for an invitation, Jim dropped down into one of the visitor seats and made himself comfortable; he got the sense that this was going to take awhile. The Commander’s frown deepened. God, even that was kind of gorgeous.
He pursed his lips thoughtfully and internally smirked when that brought the Commander’s attention right where he wanted it: his mouth. “You’re from the linguistics department right?”
“That is correct however not entirely accurate.”
Jim took that as a win and ignored the rest. Looking up from under his eyelashes, Jim Kirk decided that if he wanted to win, he would have to risk a little. “Finally heard the rumors about my talented tongue?”
The Vulcan’s eyebrows did a little dip and Jim imagined that if it were someone else right now, they would be practically glowering or rolling their eyes in disdain. “Negative,” Commander Spock said in a hard voice, before his expression became more rueful, “however I can see that the rumors of your insubordination and ego are not exaggerated.”
There were rumors about him? Awesome.
“This meeting may be informal, cadet,” Commander Spock continued dryly. “However I am speaking with you as a teacher and your superior officer; as such you will afford me the respect I deserve.”
So that was what this little mysterious nighttime rendezvous was about. Mentally Jim didn’t know if he should sigh or shake his head forlornly: what was it with tight-assed teachers and their need to make him their bitch? He wondered when he had the time to piss Commander Spock off. If he had met this particular instructor before, Jim was certain he would remember - clearly, in great graphic detail with lots of non-Starfleet approved embellishment; Commander Spock was Vulcan and beautiful, and Jim had a thing for brunettes and people who looked indecently fine in their uniform.
He licked his lips in anticipation. “I’ll have you know that I can be very respectful.”
The Vulcan’s lips thinned in disapproval, even as those dark eyes smoldered. Jim silently congratulated himself on subliminal messaging well-done though, he had to admit, he was hitting the man pretty hard and to not respond was to practically admit that you were dead, dumb or blind. “Cadet you will cease your attempt to distract me from the severity of the situation.”
Well, nice to know that it was working.
“And what situation would that be?” Jim replied smartly, smiling as his eyes caressed along the Vulcan Commander’s body. His imagination leaped ahead of him; his gaze dropped below the table and zeroed in on Commander Spock’s bulge. He felt a little thrill when it seemed to respond to his visual caress.
The man shifted uncomfortably and cleared his throat. “You recently undertook the Kobayashi Maru test for the third time, is that correct Cadet Kirk?”
Still a little distracted, Jim looked up with a smirk. “You know it is.”
Standing in one smooth movement and stepping around the desk with the exceptional grace characteristic of Vulcans, Commander Spock tucked his hands neatly behind his back and fixed Jim with an imperious look, even as he swallowed nervously. “I have asked you to meet with me today for a private discussion on a particularly troubling matter involving your third attempt.”
“You mean the one where I kicked the computer’s ass?”
Commander Spock arched one critical eyebrow in his direction, and mentally Jim breathed just a little deeper in preparation for some punishment. “We uncovered the subroutine you implanted. It is clear that you must have had an accomplice in this action as you were under surveillance during the entire test and you did not have access to any of the in-simulation terminals. I expect you to divulge this information - you may consider this an order.”
“Now wait a minute- I didn’t have an accomplice and I won’t be naming any names; if this is a formal inquiry I demand Fleet representation!” Jim’s frown of confusion at the suddenness of the accusation slowly segued into a smile of glee when the Vulcan seemed to freeze at his words. “But this… isn’t a formal inquiry is it?”
Commander Spock gave him a long hard look that sent all of hairs in his body quivering at the promise in those depths. Down boy, Jim chided silently, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Vulcans were at least three times stronger than humans, and in a genuine tussle, Commander Spock would easily overpower him, turn him over and spank his ass red.
Jim felt a grin tug at his lips as he slumped back lazily, opening his legs a little for the show because a little danger could be fun. “Does the Board even know I’m here?”
The Vulcan’s eyes burned into his. “I must know how you defeated my test.”
Ah, so that was what this was really about. It seemed that the programming he had hacked was the baby of Commander Spock, and in doing so he had offended the man’s ego. God, if Vulcan’s could wobble their lower lip, the Commander’s just wobbled. Awww. Too fucking bad.
“It was a very beautiful piece of code, but Starfleet really needs to up their security measures.” Jim sighed and shook his head in pity, “I’ve been trying to tell them that since I first got here but no one seems to want to listen to a First Year cadet… or a Third Year for that matter.”
The Vulcan tilted his head, a disbelieving and perplexed expression on his face. “Do you mean to state that you were doing this for the good of Starfleet? By violating regulations and cheating on a test?”
Well, when the man put it like that… Jim met the Commander’s eyes and wondered how the reaction would go if he were to say that he did it to get a rise. “Well… not exactly, no.”
There was a faint glint of satisfaction as the Vulcan reclined in his chair, hands still neatly folded upon the surface of the table. “So you were cheating for personal gain.”
The man just couldn’t let it go could he? Jim chuckled.
“No, not that- it’s just the test, it’s about no-win scenarios and I just can’t accept that.” OF COURSE, if he had known that the person who had written the program was this gorgeous, he would have hacked the shit out of the Kobayashi Maru years ago to orchestrate this fateful meeting. He smiled brightly at the Commander’s perplexed expression, and wondered if the guy liked chess. “Are you free tonight, Commander? I have a meeting with the tri-dimensional chess club, and I’d love to have you come.”
Commander Spock stepped into his personal space and loomed over him, gazing down upon him critically with his eyes cutting through every crease and curve of Jim’s tight cadet uniform. Jim wondered if this was supposed to intimidate him, because so far it was just turning him on. “Cadet, that is inappropriate, and you are going off topic.”
Jim grinned, “What was the topic?”
There was a rushed exhale before the Vulcan fixed him with an almost exasperated glare. “You have a problem with authority, cadet, and your audacity in tampering with the Kobayashi Maru program is evidence of your flagrant disregard for proper conduct. Unless you are able to prove that you are indeed capable of showing respect to the chain-of-command and your instructors, then I shall have to inform the Academy Board of your unsuitability as-”
“No, I don’t think so.” Jim cut in, sliding onto his feet smoothly and meeting the man front on, chest to chest. He gave a knowing smile as the Vulcan’s breathing quickened and a faint olive green tint stretched over those cheeks. “I think the real topic is that you can’t handle the fact that I beat your test. You can’t accept that a mere cadet took your damn test apart.”
Jim slid his hands smoothly up the man’s arm to rest lightly on his shoulders. There was a startled glance downwards but the Vulcan didn’t stop him, his face passive except for a slight flare of his nostrils, his full-lipped mouth parting just slightly in anticipation or uncertainty or perhaps even lust, Jim didn’t know, but God those lips looked good. “Cadet, you are overstepping your boundaries.”
“Look, I understand. I mean, who the hell is this guy you’re asking, to come and rain on my parade, but hey…” Jim’s hands curled around the back of the Vulcan’s head and he leaned in for a kiss, “let me make it up to you.”
The kiss was hungry and wet and hot, their tongues curling and pushing against one another as they nipped and sucked, humming and groaning. Lust hit him like a freighter as he felt Commander Spock jerk sharply against him, pressing the confirmation of his arousal against Jim’s thigh. His own cock throbbed in response to the danger, the thrill, of having sex with an instructor in his little red cadet uniform - what if someone walked in? An image, of his pants around his ankles, flat on his stomach with the Commander pounding his ass into the pristine gleaming surface of the generously wide Starfleet-issue office desks (they were made for fucking, really) burned through him drawing a whimper.
Commander Spock turned his head sharply away, “This is entirely inappropriate!”
“You love it.” Jim grinned, running his tongue up the side of the Vulcan’s jaw and then lower, lapping at the racing green pulse point at the base of the neck, “This is why you called me here.”
Smiling suggestively, Jim dropped down to his knees and began to caress the Commander’s thighs, the sight of those dark eyes riveted on his every move sending a bolt of pleasure through him. “Isn’t that right Commander? This is what you need, right? To see the young upstart in front of you, totally at your mercy, because I can work that… hmm I can totally do that.”
A muscle in Commander Spock’s jaw flexed hard and his eyes fluttered before they snapped open to glare down at him, and a hand twisted in his hair, trying to push him away. “Your attempts to seduce me will not lighten your punishment!”
“Forget the punishment,” Jim snapped, breaking the hold on his hair and surging up to kiss the Vulcan deeply. He closed his eyes and moaned into kiss when the Vulcan responded ferociously, almost tearing the air from his lungs with the way their mouths clashed and molded, rough and unapologetic.
“This isn’t about the test,” Jim panted between kisses, “or we wouldn’t be here alone!” his hand somehow found the zipper, “In your office after hours!”
The Vulcan spluttered through his teeth as his pants were unceremoniously unzipped and tugged down to his thighs. Jim ignored the orders for him to cease and desist in his “disgraceful actions” because seriously, the Commander doth protest too much. And besides, that green blush and that white-hot erection banging against his thigh were all the confirmation he needed that Commander Spock found him very attractive. Jim swooped down onto his knees and cupped the Vulcan’s ass, pushing his face into dark pubic hair.
“Don’t worry, Commander, I’m not trying to get to get anything out of this - after all, I didn’t do anything wrong.” He glanced up with a mischievous look, and lightly caressed the slightly-extended green cock with eagerness. Not wanting to wait, Jim adorned the Commander’s growing hardness with wet open-mouthed kisses along the pubis where it was starting to stretch from.
“This,” Jim purred, breathing hotly across the blunt green tip, “is about you and me, and me making it up to you... hmm… that code was a thing of beauty.”
Approximately seventy percent of the cock was visible now and seemed to reach for him. Jim smirked and licked his fingers before tapping it softly, feeling a swell of pleasure and pride at the obvious pleasure that washed over the Vulcan’s face.
“Did you design it yourself?” He asked distractedly as he curled his hands around the Vulcan’s hardness and caressed in time with his flat-wide licks, teasing the remainder of that thick green cock out of its hiding place. “Did you spend hours on it… late into the night, did it consume your every thought… I know it did mine…and now, I’d like to show my appreciation…” Jim moaned, trailing off as he opened his mouth allowed the flushed head pass his lips slowly, putting on a show. There was a moan from above him, and glancing up, Jim felt an additional flush of arousal at the sight of Spock looking down on him cheeks flushed green and his mouth open in an unguarded expression of pleasure.
After a minute of just bathing the pulsing hot Vulcan cock with his saliva, Jim pulled back and let just the tip of rest against his lower lip as he spoke, blowing wet air across the slit. “I don’t agree with the parameters of your test, but I definitely go for the precision. Would you like to know how I defeated your test?”
The Vulcan stared down at him, his flush darkening as he took in the sight. Jim felt the urge to touch himself as he imagined it: his wet swollen mouth, the flared head of that healthy green-hued Vulcan cock tapping against his lower lip as his tongue flicked out to tease it, all eagerness and lust and dilated pupils - shit, he’d fuck himself. Jim leaned into the hand which stroked along the top of his head, twisting through his short blond tuffs, and stroked his fingers lightly along the shaft.
“Yes…” Commander Spock breathed hoarsely, swallowing hard.
“It was by expanding my parameters… I think yours could maybe do with a little expanding, don’t you think?” Jim murmured with a sly smile before grasping the cock firmly and sliding it into his mouth, dragging his wet lips over it.
Spock breathed in sharply, hand tightening over his scalp. Humming in pleasure at the strong fingers massaging his scalp, Jim decided that a little teasing was called for. Rather than just tonguing Spock along the sensitive ridge until he came, Jim let the cock slip out and then caught it again with a wet slurp, before repeating it in between rubbing it with his mouth, nose and chin until his entire lower face was slick with saliva and pre-cum. Feeling distinctively dirty from being on his knees sucking Spock off, Jim cupped his aching hard on through the tight Starfleet-issue cadet pants and groaned at the stimulation. Needing more hot-tight-friction-now, he sucked in his stomach and jammed a hand down to jerk himself off.
Above him there was a choked gasp before the hand in his hair was joined by another, and then strong hot fingers were stroking down the side of his face, along his temple, over the cooling wet mess over his jaw, mouth and cheeks. Between Spock’s wide-eyed stare, eyes completely black, molten and hot enough to drown in, mouth slack with quiet moans and the smell of sex that filled his nostrils and the sensation of Spock’s fingers masturbating themselves over his face…. Pulling back and gasping for air, Jim squeezed his eyes close and nuzzled the hands caressing him.
“You like that, Commander?” He rasped, his hand clamping firmly around the engorged and vividly olive erection straining towards him. Spock’s face could be as emotionless as he wanted it to be, but his cock didn’t lie. “You love it don’t you? My filthy mouth and big brain sucking you off?”
There was a thick swallow before Spock admitted in a breathy murmur, “I find the sight and sensation of my penis penetrating your oral cavity to be highly provocative. Your mouth is warm… and wet.”
“Good,” Jim grinned, before closing his mouth over the cock and teasing the heck out of that little spot just behind the head that made Spock’s knees weak.
There was a loud gasp that almost could have been a cry and then Spock’s hips bucked, thrusting helplessly into Jim’s mouth, shivering and keening and hot as fuck. Jim went with the hands that grabbed him by the hair and held him there, kept sucking and swallowing until Spock was spent.
“Perhaps,” the Vulcan mumbled in a deceptively mild tone of voice, his pleasant non-expression in stark contrast with the storm electrifying his eyes, “we can come to a mutually agreeable solution, before I submit my final report to the Board.”
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“That,” Spock said breathlessly, “is not how it would have occurred.”
Sweaty and lying in a clumped heap on the floor in front of the Enterprise Ready Room desk, Jim snuggled closer with a satisfied groan because quite frankly, he didn’t fucking care how it was supposed to have gone - the image of Spock’s face mid-orgasm was seared into his brain. Next time, he’d have to suck Spock off while Spock talked dirty. “If I’d known you wrote the fucking program, I would have hacked it in my freshman year and shown up in your office for some real student-teacher fun.”
“There was not enough… spanking.”
Jim burst into laughter. “Seriously, are you saying that there would have been corporal punishment?”
Suddenly there was a heavy smack against his ass. Jim yelped in shock. “HEY! Shit that hurt!” He grinned, leaning into Spock’s face because oh fuck yes, he always knew that underneath all that logic was Spock was into this shit they did, no matter how much he protested. It was one thing for Jim to find his cadet uniform and demand a little play time, but for Spock to dig out his old instructor’s uniform? Some days he loved the Vulcan’s demand for accuracy. “Is that seriously how it would have gone?”
“Unfortunately not,” Spock replied, sounding almost disappointed, “It is against protocol to lay any hand and/or other manipulative appendage on a cadet.”
*until next time*
now I need to find me some spanking... this fic is related to Dirty Dialogue Fun, and Slow Fun