A Wager between Teachers Part B
Title: A Wager between Teachers
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: R, NC-17
Word Count: 7437
Note 1: Response to kink meme prompt found here
Note 2: Hopefully this actually makes sense. It made sense in my mind...which ultimately means nothing to anybody else in the end. Please enjoy my poor attempts at sexy scenes and kind of sappy/schmoopy ending.
Jim looked down lazily and groaned when he saw a moist stain on the front of his pants. It was going to be an awkward walk back to his office. It was even more awkward when the first cadet stepped through the door. The poor cadet stared wide-eyed and then slowly took three steps backward and very slowly closed the door.
“Right. Your class would have early bird overachievers,” Jim said with a grin.
Carefully shifting his weight so he could see Spock’s face, Jim was surprised to see perfect calmness. He had been expecting shock, disgust and definitely embarrassment. Instead, Spock just canted his head to the side and arched an eyebrow. Suddenly, Jim felt amusement drift into his mind. That was definitely not what he was thinking about. So that meant it was from Spock.
“Why would you be amused at being caught like that?” Jim asked suspiciously.
“It was because the mess belonged to you.” Spock answered. “Even though you are still wearing your pants, I believe the expression, ‘caught with your pants down,’ is apt for this situation.”
Sometimes, Jim wondered how Spock managed to be so smug without openly appearing to be so. Then it hit him.
“You sneaky bastard.” Jim put his hands on his hips. “You knew she would arrive right now.”
Spock lightly shoved Jim off his lap.
“Of course. I am aware of all my cadets’ patterns of arrival. I believe I win this particular challenge.”
Now it was ten to eleven. Spock was catching up. He knew the cadet well enough to know she would remain silent, but even if she did say anything, Spock was well prepared for anything that might come his way. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing, and Spock came to terms with that long ago. The point was, he just won and Jim did not.
“Bold, Spock. Bold,” Jim muttered, completely ignoring the stain on the front of his pants.
“I think humans are beginning to wipe off on me.”
Spock’s quip caused Jim to giggle-snort. At least Spock had tried to use a human idiom. It was something he had been working on, sometimes with a little more fail than other times. Then again, Bones probably had a hand in that. He liked to tell Spock the wrong thing. Jim loved it.
“Yeah, good try, Spock. It’s ‘rub,’” corrected Jim with a grin.
“The doctor will pay for that.” Spock glared at the wall in the far corner of the room. “He insists I learn these illogical sayings and then he gives me incorrect information.”
“And yet you still listen to him.” Jim pointed out.
“Another illogical human habit.” Spock stood up and motioned towards the door. “And it would be prudent to for you to leave now and avoid majority of the students in the hallway.”
Once again, Jim looked down at his pants and frowned. He had a bit of a walk to reach the command section of Starfleet Academy. The change of classes would definitely occur during his trip. So people would assume he either jizzed his pants or peed in them. He would definitely prefer everybody know he just had sex. Since there was no way to guarantee such an assumption, so he settled on his best option.
“Okay then, I’m gonna head for Bone’s office and steal a pair of pants from him. See you tonight.”
“Doctor McCoy is not going to approve.” Spock organized the materials on his desk. “And I will join you in the evening.”
Jim bounced out of the room, not before looking both directions down the hallway, and scurried away with an over the shoulder wave. Spock shook his head fondly and happened to look at his computer screen. Fondness was quickly replaced by annoyance. Another bold cadet was trying to cheat, yes cheat, on his test. He was going to have none of that. Of course, that also meant multitasking during his lecture and the lecture after that. If nothing else, these cadets were determined. And by the end of the day, Spock was tired of looking at computer screens. He managed to set up a new security system that would hopefully last until tomorrow.
When Spock finally arrived at the apartment, Jim already had the food set out on the small kitchen table. It smelled quite appetizing.
“So, how did the rest of the day go?” Jim asked as he finished laying out forks.
“There were twenty-six more attempts to cheat on the Kobayashi-maru.” Spock shot Jim a pointed glare before he could say anything. “Cheating.”
Jim held his hands up in surrender and simply motioned towards the food on the table. He took in Spock’s tense posture and almost tired appearance and thought it would be best to keep his mouth shut. Hopefully food would make him feel better. He knew Spock could get bitchy when he was hungry; not that the Vulcan would ever admit that.
“Okay, so you’ve been programming a lot. If it makes you feel any better, Bones used me as an experiment when I tried to steal his pants,” Jim offered helpfully.
Spock set his belongings to the side and sat down at the table.
“I assume you did not try to actually steal the pants he was wearing?” Spock asked somewhat cautiously. With Jim, he could never be quite sure.
“…I may or may not have tried to do such a thing.”
He imagined how that went over. Jim was fortunate he had the status of being captain and Bones’ best friend.
“Truly, your stupidity amazes me each new day,” Spock commented as he speared a vegetable on his fork.
“Well, he normally keeps a spare lying about, but he didn’t have any this time,” whined Jim.
“I have told you on numerous occasions to keep a spare uniform in your office. You are in frequent need of additional uniforms.”
Swallowing a huge bite of pita bread, Jim waved his fork wildly.
“What? And miss out on all the stimulating conversations where you call me stupid and tell me to actually be prepared for something?”
“I frequently call you stupid. I do not comprehend how such a conversation could be stimulating,” Spock observed. He did not need to see the smirk on Jim’s face to know what he was thinking. “I should store the food in the refrigerator now?”
His answer was a suddenly being tackled to the floor, Jim straddling his waist.
“The food can wait.” Jim leaned forward and kissed Spock’s throat. “I’m stimulating our conversation right now.”
While they have had sex on just about every surface, Spock was never particularly fond of the floor. If they continued now, he would have to mop the floor later. He was tired and did not want to clean the floors, again. So, he allowed Jim to trail kisses along his jaw before bucking his hips and flipping around so he was now the one on top.
“And I am going to resume eating dinner. We shall continue this afterwards.” Spock stood up, leaving Jim groaning on the floor. “Besides, I intend to collect my reward for winning our challenge.”
Jim sighed and let his head bang lightly against the floor a few times before standing up and joining Spock at the table. He wanted sex now, but it tended to depend on Spock’s mood, and apparently, Spock was hungry. There was going to be no sex right now, only food. He was Spock-blocked again.
“’Spock-blocked?’” Spock asked with mild amusement.
“Dammit. Thought I kept that one to myself,” Jim mumbled more to himself than anybody else. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter. Let’s eat, and then I’ll get on that whole reward thing.”
They ate in relative silence, neither one mentioning how they ate just a little bit faster than normal and were a little less particular about how they disposed of the extra food. When they finished up, Jim followed Spock to the bedroom. The moment Spock stepped into their bedroom, Jim tackled him from behind, but made sure they wound up on the bed and not the floor.
“Jim. I want to release stress, not suffer from a hernia.” Spock managed to mumble since his face was squished into the mattress.
“I know. Just getting into the swing of things.” Jim grinned as he let Spock up.
“Please cease your swinging and commence doing something with my hands. I am tired.” Spock crawled so he could rest his back against the backboard of the bed.
“Well, never say I don’t hold up my end of a bargain,” said Jim. He flung himself across the length of the bed and shuffled around. “Move a sec.”
They shuffled around for a little bit until they were both comfortably settled on the bed. Jim grabbed one of Spock’s hands and began gently rubbing it. He grimaced when he felt the grinding joints in Spock’s hand. A low rumbling noise came from Spock’s chest as he gradually relaxed into Jim.
“You actually going to be awake after all this?” Jim asked with vague amusement.
“Mmm…”
The uncommitted answer was uncharacteristic of Spock and Jim loved it. Of course, when Jim loved something about Spock, he tended to get turned on. Despite the lethargic state Spock was in, he still managed to notice something hard digging into his lower back. With his eyes still closed and enjoying the hand massage, Spock subtly shifted his weight so that he rubbed against Jim. A poorly concealed groan escaped Jim’s lips.
“I believe you are getting distracted, Jim,” Spock murmured sleepily. That did not stop him from shifting his weight again though.
“Keep that up, and yeah, I will totally be distracted.”
Jim brought the hand he was massaging up to his mouth and blew lightly against the knuckles causing Spock to involuntarily shudder. Smirking to himself, Jim trailed his tongue along one of the digits.
“Now who’s getting distracted?” Jim asked playfully.
In retaliation, Spock did not just shift his weight; he pushed back and ground his hips wantonly into Jim.
“You may continue your ministrations. We never determined what I may do during this time.” Spock answered.
Jim slowly and deliberately sucked on one of Spock’s fingers. He grazed his teeth over the knuckle.
“No meld-y point jerk off thing again,” Jim demanded. “Not that we can’t do that again…sometime, like, soon.”
Spock almost grinned, but settled instead for a tired upturning at the corner of his mouth and grinding into Jim’s pelvis.
“I believe that will be unnecessary.”
With practiced ease, Spock ground his hips into Jim while tilting his head back and licking along Jim’s jaw line. Pressed against his body, Spock could feel how close Jim was. But then, his mind was suddenly distracted when Jim roughly sucked on his index finger. Too tired to force his body under his usual control, Spock decided to indulge himself and allow himself to feel. Of course, what started as a mutual jerk off session quickly became a competition. Still remembering how quickly Spock made him come earlier, Jim was determined to win this time around.
On the other hand, Spock, no matter how tired he was from the day’s work, was always up for a challenge. But in the end, without using any of his controls, Jim had the advantage. Not only was he determined to make Spock come before he did, but he was damn skilled with his tongue. It also helped that Spock was particularly sensitive to his ministrations this evening. With a barely contained whine, Spock jerked and involuntarily thrust his hips upward as he came. Watching his lover let go of his control, something he did only for him, caused Jim to lose whatever little will he had left. He moaned into Spock’s shoulder as he came with a jerking spasm. It took a few moments for both their breathing to return to a regular rate.
“I win,” Jim mumbled airily.
“So you do,” Spock answered lethargically. “And now, we have to bathe. Our activity has made me quite wet.”
Despite having an orgasm only a few minutes ago, Jim was already hard. If Spock knew that he thought the wet comment was exceedingly hot, he would undoubtedly tell Jim that it was illogical since he was merely stating a state of being caused by sexual activity involving the transference of bodily fluid, besides the fact that he was, in every way, not a woman. Jim halted in his thoughts. He never thought with fancy words in his head. He was also never quite so amused with his own thoughts. He finally realized Spock was using their mental bond to manipulate his thoughts. Light wisps of amusement flittered across his mind. It was about as close to a laugh as Jim ever got out of Spock.
“For being so tired, you’re being an awfully sneaky bastard tonight,” observed Jim.
“That should not surprise you, Jim.” Spock pushed himself off of Jim with a slight grimace when he felt the sticky, wet material of his pants slide against his skin. “I am going to bathe now. You may do what you will with that.”
Jim looked down at the tent-like formation of his pants, looked up at Spock with pleading eyes, only to find Spock already disappeared into the bathroom. Jim huffed at the closed bathroom door, but then moaned as the material of his pants stimulated his already overly sensitive skin. The sound of the shower running caused a brief wave of irritation to wash over Jim. However, it was immediately countered by a wash of amused annoyance and Spock’s voice softly echoing across the bond.
“For claiming to be so brilliant, you can be fascinatingly obtuse.”
Suddenly grinning, Jim leaped from bed and immediately threw off his slacks. They landed in a corner and were quickly joined by the stiff formal uniform jacket. The change in temperature from the bedroom to the bathroom forced a shudder and another moan from Jim. Heat from the shower filled the room, while clouds of steam wafted towards the ceiling. The water was probably going to be too hot to be comfortable, but Jim, like all his missions, threw caution to the wind and jumped in the shower stall to join Spock. Unfortunately, his dramatic entrance was ruined when he slipped on the tiled floor and slammed into Spock.
“You are going to be the death of me one of these days,” Spock commented as best he could with his face pressed into the shower wall. “I would prefer my cause of death not be because my captain, in his eagerness to engage in sexual intercourse, fractured my skull in the shower.”
Making sure his balance was steady, Jim slowly backed up so that Spock could push away from the wall he was smooshed against. Then, he tentatively pushed his way under the scalding hot water. It took some times, but his body was gradually getting used to the heat. Besides, Jim now realized he had a soapy Vulcan less than a foot away. Water temperature be damned today. He brazenly grabbed Spock from behind and pulled him flush to his own body.
“So I’m going to take care of this now, okay?” Jim growled as he ground his erection against Spock’s backside.
“I would not have implied you join me if I desired otherwise,” Spock quipped with less force than usual. It came out more as an airy gasp as Jim slowly teased his nipples with one hand while the other slid lower against his slick skin. He felt his member begin to stiffen and throb. “Besides, I do believe you have a ‘get free sex’ card available to you.”
“I do, don’t I? And you know what else? You’re fascinatingly bitchy tonight,” Jim observed with pleasure when Spock pressed against him, greedy for the contact.
They were both ready and now came the tricky part. Jim already slipped once, and he was fairly certain he would slip again if he was not careful. There was a reason shower sex did not occur that often. Jim and Spock tended to get lost in each other during sex, and as such, their observation of their surroundings dropped dramatically. But Jim Kirk and Spock were nothing if not bold. The threat of fractured bones and potential hernias would not keep them from thoroughly doing each other in the shower.
Throwing caution to the wind, Jim braced himself with one hand and used the other to slide between Spock’s ass. Soap and water made Spock’s skin slick and easy to slide into to. Jim moaned loudly as Spock pushed back with his hips, taking all of Jim in with one easy move. Bracing his hand on either side of the shower, Spock began shoving his hips backwards in a steady counterpoint to Jim’s thrusting. The heat of the bathroom almost became unbearable as Jim continued to thrust rapidly into Spock. A small mewling noise escaped Spock’s lips and was enough to send Jim over the edge. With one more powerful thrust and subsequent weaker thrusts, Jim came inside Spock seeing stars through his closed eyes.
Panting and the steady hiss of flowing water were the only sounds in the bathroom for a long moment. Still catching his breath, Jim gently grabbed Spock’s shoulder and slowly turned him around to face him. He pressed a sloppy, but soulful kiss against Spock’s slightly parted lips, his tongue enjoying the sensations of Spock’s mouth. Finally breaking apart for a breath of air, Jim slowly trailed a series of light kissed down Spock’s body until he was kneeling on the floor. His tongue darted out and licked lightly against Spock’s stiff member before taking the whole length in his mouth.
Breath hitching in his throat, Spock let his head loll against the shower wall while his hand immediately twitched and sought out familiar meld points on Jim’s face as he continued to lick, suck, and tease. Spock was not entirely sure what they were going to feel, given that he had not actually performed a meld when Jim was giving him a blow-job, but he instinctively knew it could not possibly be bad.
And sure enough, he was right. Waves of lust, love, affection, and joy passed between them, neither sure who was feeling what at a given time. Differentiation meant nothing and everything was one and the same. The overwhelming feeling of completeness threw Spock’s mind into a frenzy. He came shortly thereafter, breaking the meld, and slumping against the shower wall for support.
“So we need to do that more often,” Jim whispered with a grin into Spock’s thigh.
Slowly standing up and working the kinks out of his knees, Jim could not help but smirk at how thoroughly Spock was wiped out. Realizing they managed to take a shower and still be dirtier than when they began, Jim grinned and grabbed the soap. Spock was easy and compliant as Jim helped him wash the evidence of their previous activities form his body. Once he was sufficiently cleaned, Jim quickly rinsed himself off before shutting the shower off and reaching for a towel.
Spock watched him work with hooded eyes. It would have been more efficient if he had actually contributed to the cleaning, but at the moment, he was tired and simply enjoying the way Jim was pampering him. Despite their rigorous activity, Spock was feeling more relaxed than he had for a long while.
“Hey, hey, try making it to bed before crashing,” Jim lightly admonished as he gently dried Spock off.
“Vulcans do not crash, Jim. We merely,” Spock drifted off in either a search for a word or something else. “…I have nothing.”
A deep laugh reverberated against the bathroom walls. Hearing Jim laugh was one of the things Spock would never be able to give up.
“Don’t worry. You give me plenty of reasons to keep on laughing.”
Had he been in more of a mood, Spock would have been indignant at being the source of a joke, but for right now, he was simply content with Jim’s happiness.
When they were at last dry, Jim and Spock meandered back to the bedroom, shuddering at the sudden coolness. Jim rifled through the bureau drawers and tossed Spock a heavy sweater and sweatpants.
“Unlike you, I do not go, ‘commando,’ when I sleep,” Spock said with slight emphasis on the human expression. His answer was a pair of black briefs tossed onto his head. “Thank you, Jim.”
Jim rolled his eyes and slipped on whatever he happened to grab out of the drawer. By the time he was ready for sleep, Spock was already making himself comfortable on the bed. Jim joined him as he was shimmying under the covers. It always took a few moments for them to decide on what was comfortable for the both of them, but once they were settled, Jim and Spock did not budge until morning.
“Hm, I suppose I should finish that hand massage of yours,” Jim observed as he spooned himself against Spock’s back. He slid his arms around Spock’s waist and gently held his hands. “Night, Spock.”
“Good night, Jim,” Spock mumbled sleepily, drifting into oblivion as Jim rubbed slow, soothing circles into the palms of his hands and wrists.
As Jim continued to massage Spock’s hands, he felt for their bond and found the peaceful bliss that was so common when Spock was asleep with him. It did not matter where they were or what they were doing. So long as he could come home to Spock, all the unruly cadets and bureaucratic bullshit of the day meant nothing in comparison. In his final thoughts before drifting off to join Spock in slumber, Jim appreciated the fact that being grounded had presented him and Spock with new opportunities to explore and reinforce their relationship. In the end, Jim supposed a mandatory year of teaching was not so bad at all. Besides, now he could brag to Bones how he managed to bang Spock in the shower with no trips to the emergency room afterwards. It really was the small successes in life that made it all worth living for.
Part A
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: R, NC-17
Word Count: 7437
Note 1: Response to kink meme prompt found here
Note 2: Hopefully this actually makes sense. It made sense in my mind...which ultimately means nothing to anybody else in the end. Please enjoy my poor attempts at sexy scenes and kind of sappy/schmoopy ending.
Jim looked down lazily and groaned when he saw a moist stain on the front of his pants. It was going to be an awkward walk back to his office. It was even more awkward when the first cadet stepped through the door. The poor cadet stared wide-eyed and then slowly took three steps backward and very slowly closed the door.
“Right. Your class would have early bird overachievers,” Jim said with a grin.
Carefully shifting his weight so he could see Spock’s face, Jim was surprised to see perfect calmness. He had been expecting shock, disgust and definitely embarrassment. Instead, Spock just canted his head to the side and arched an eyebrow. Suddenly, Jim felt amusement drift into his mind. That was definitely not what he was thinking about. So that meant it was from Spock.
“Why would you be amused at being caught like that?” Jim asked suspiciously.
“It was because the mess belonged to you.” Spock answered. “Even though you are still wearing your pants, I believe the expression, ‘caught with your pants down,’ is apt for this situation.”
Sometimes, Jim wondered how Spock managed to be so smug without openly appearing to be so. Then it hit him.
“You sneaky bastard.” Jim put his hands on his hips. “You knew she would arrive right now.”
Spock lightly shoved Jim off his lap.
“Of course. I am aware of all my cadets’ patterns of arrival. I believe I win this particular challenge.”
Now it was ten to eleven. Spock was catching up. He knew the cadet well enough to know she would remain silent, but even if she did say anything, Spock was well prepared for anything that might come his way. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing, and Spock came to terms with that long ago. The point was, he just won and Jim did not.
“Bold, Spock. Bold,” Jim muttered, completely ignoring the stain on the front of his pants.
“I think humans are beginning to wipe off on me.”
Spock’s quip caused Jim to giggle-snort. At least Spock had tried to use a human idiom. It was something he had been working on, sometimes with a little more fail than other times. Then again, Bones probably had a hand in that. He liked to tell Spock the wrong thing. Jim loved it.
“Yeah, good try, Spock. It’s ‘rub,’” corrected Jim with a grin.
“The doctor will pay for that.” Spock glared at the wall in the far corner of the room. “He insists I learn these illogical sayings and then he gives me incorrect information.”
“And yet you still listen to him.” Jim pointed out.
“Another illogical human habit.” Spock stood up and motioned towards the door. “And it would be prudent to for you to leave now and avoid majority of the students in the hallway.”
Once again, Jim looked down at his pants and frowned. He had a bit of a walk to reach the command section of Starfleet Academy. The change of classes would definitely occur during his trip. So people would assume he either jizzed his pants or peed in them. He would definitely prefer everybody know he just had sex. Since there was no way to guarantee such an assumption, so he settled on his best option.
“Okay then, I’m gonna head for Bone’s office and steal a pair of pants from him. See you tonight.”
“Doctor McCoy is not going to approve.” Spock organized the materials on his desk. “And I will join you in the evening.”
Jim bounced out of the room, not before looking both directions down the hallway, and scurried away with an over the shoulder wave. Spock shook his head fondly and happened to look at his computer screen. Fondness was quickly replaced by annoyance. Another bold cadet was trying to cheat, yes cheat, on his test. He was going to have none of that. Of course, that also meant multitasking during his lecture and the lecture after that. If nothing else, these cadets were determined. And by the end of the day, Spock was tired of looking at computer screens. He managed to set up a new security system that would hopefully last until tomorrow.
When Spock finally arrived at the apartment, Jim already had the food set out on the small kitchen table. It smelled quite appetizing.
“So, how did the rest of the day go?” Jim asked as he finished laying out forks.
“There were twenty-six more attempts to cheat on the Kobayashi-maru.” Spock shot Jim a pointed glare before he could say anything. “Cheating.”
Jim held his hands up in surrender and simply motioned towards the food on the table. He took in Spock’s tense posture and almost tired appearance and thought it would be best to keep his mouth shut. Hopefully food would make him feel better. He knew Spock could get bitchy when he was hungry; not that the Vulcan would ever admit that.
“Okay, so you’ve been programming a lot. If it makes you feel any better, Bones used me as an experiment when I tried to steal his pants,” Jim offered helpfully.
Spock set his belongings to the side and sat down at the table.
“I assume you did not try to actually steal the pants he was wearing?” Spock asked somewhat cautiously. With Jim, he could never be quite sure.
“…I may or may not have tried to do such a thing.”
He imagined how that went over. Jim was fortunate he had the status of being captain and Bones’ best friend.
“Truly, your stupidity amazes me each new day,” Spock commented as he speared a vegetable on his fork.
“Well, he normally keeps a spare lying about, but he didn’t have any this time,” whined Jim.
“I have told you on numerous occasions to keep a spare uniform in your office. You are in frequent need of additional uniforms.”
Swallowing a huge bite of pita bread, Jim waved his fork wildly.
“What? And miss out on all the stimulating conversations where you call me stupid and tell me to actually be prepared for something?”
“I frequently call you stupid. I do not comprehend how such a conversation could be stimulating,” Spock observed. He did not need to see the smirk on Jim’s face to know what he was thinking. “I should store the food in the refrigerator now?”
His answer was a suddenly being tackled to the floor, Jim straddling his waist.
“The food can wait.” Jim leaned forward and kissed Spock’s throat. “I’m stimulating our conversation right now.”
While they have had sex on just about every surface, Spock was never particularly fond of the floor. If they continued now, he would have to mop the floor later. He was tired and did not want to clean the floors, again. So, he allowed Jim to trail kisses along his jaw before bucking his hips and flipping around so he was now the one on top.
“And I am going to resume eating dinner. We shall continue this afterwards.” Spock stood up, leaving Jim groaning on the floor. “Besides, I intend to collect my reward for winning our challenge.”
Jim sighed and let his head bang lightly against the floor a few times before standing up and joining Spock at the table. He wanted sex now, but it tended to depend on Spock’s mood, and apparently, Spock was hungry. There was going to be no sex right now, only food. He was Spock-blocked again.
“’Spock-blocked?’” Spock asked with mild amusement.
“Dammit. Thought I kept that one to myself,” Jim mumbled more to himself than anybody else. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter. Let’s eat, and then I’ll get on that whole reward thing.”
They ate in relative silence, neither one mentioning how they ate just a little bit faster than normal and were a little less particular about how they disposed of the extra food. When they finished up, Jim followed Spock to the bedroom. The moment Spock stepped into their bedroom, Jim tackled him from behind, but made sure they wound up on the bed and not the floor.
“Jim. I want to release stress, not suffer from a hernia.” Spock managed to mumble since his face was squished into the mattress.
“I know. Just getting into the swing of things.” Jim grinned as he let Spock up.
“Please cease your swinging and commence doing something with my hands. I am tired.” Spock crawled so he could rest his back against the backboard of the bed.
“Well, never say I don’t hold up my end of a bargain,” said Jim. He flung himself across the length of the bed and shuffled around. “Move a sec.”
They shuffled around for a little bit until they were both comfortably settled on the bed. Jim grabbed one of Spock’s hands and began gently rubbing it. He grimaced when he felt the grinding joints in Spock’s hand. A low rumbling noise came from Spock’s chest as he gradually relaxed into Jim.
“You actually going to be awake after all this?” Jim asked with vague amusement.
“Mmm…”
The uncommitted answer was uncharacteristic of Spock and Jim loved it. Of course, when Jim loved something about Spock, he tended to get turned on. Despite the lethargic state Spock was in, he still managed to notice something hard digging into his lower back. With his eyes still closed and enjoying the hand massage, Spock subtly shifted his weight so that he rubbed against Jim. A poorly concealed groan escaped Jim’s lips.
“I believe you are getting distracted, Jim,” Spock murmured sleepily. That did not stop him from shifting his weight again though.
“Keep that up, and yeah, I will totally be distracted.”
Jim brought the hand he was massaging up to his mouth and blew lightly against the knuckles causing Spock to involuntarily shudder. Smirking to himself, Jim trailed his tongue along one of the digits.
“Now who’s getting distracted?” Jim asked playfully.
In retaliation, Spock did not just shift his weight; he pushed back and ground his hips wantonly into Jim.
“You may continue your ministrations. We never determined what I may do during this time.” Spock answered.
Jim slowly and deliberately sucked on one of Spock’s fingers. He grazed his teeth over the knuckle.
“No meld-y point jerk off thing again,” Jim demanded. “Not that we can’t do that again…sometime, like, soon.”
Spock almost grinned, but settled instead for a tired upturning at the corner of his mouth and grinding into Jim’s pelvis.
“I believe that will be unnecessary.”
With practiced ease, Spock ground his hips into Jim while tilting his head back and licking along Jim’s jaw line. Pressed against his body, Spock could feel how close Jim was. But then, his mind was suddenly distracted when Jim roughly sucked on his index finger. Too tired to force his body under his usual control, Spock decided to indulge himself and allow himself to feel. Of course, what started as a mutual jerk off session quickly became a competition. Still remembering how quickly Spock made him come earlier, Jim was determined to win this time around.
On the other hand, Spock, no matter how tired he was from the day’s work, was always up for a challenge. But in the end, without using any of his controls, Jim had the advantage. Not only was he determined to make Spock come before he did, but he was damn skilled with his tongue. It also helped that Spock was particularly sensitive to his ministrations this evening. With a barely contained whine, Spock jerked and involuntarily thrust his hips upward as he came. Watching his lover let go of his control, something he did only for him, caused Jim to lose whatever little will he had left. He moaned into Spock’s shoulder as he came with a jerking spasm. It took a few moments for both their breathing to return to a regular rate.
“I win,” Jim mumbled airily.
“So you do,” Spock answered lethargically. “And now, we have to bathe. Our activity has made me quite wet.”
Despite having an orgasm only a few minutes ago, Jim was already hard. If Spock knew that he thought the wet comment was exceedingly hot, he would undoubtedly tell Jim that it was illogical since he was merely stating a state of being caused by sexual activity involving the transference of bodily fluid, besides the fact that he was, in every way, not a woman. Jim halted in his thoughts. He never thought with fancy words in his head. He was also never quite so amused with his own thoughts. He finally realized Spock was using their mental bond to manipulate his thoughts. Light wisps of amusement flittered across his mind. It was about as close to a laugh as Jim ever got out of Spock.
“For being so tired, you’re being an awfully sneaky bastard tonight,” observed Jim.
“That should not surprise you, Jim.” Spock pushed himself off of Jim with a slight grimace when he felt the sticky, wet material of his pants slide against his skin. “I am going to bathe now. You may do what you will with that.”
Jim looked down at the tent-like formation of his pants, looked up at Spock with pleading eyes, only to find Spock already disappeared into the bathroom. Jim huffed at the closed bathroom door, but then moaned as the material of his pants stimulated his already overly sensitive skin. The sound of the shower running caused a brief wave of irritation to wash over Jim. However, it was immediately countered by a wash of amused annoyance and Spock’s voice softly echoing across the bond.
“For claiming to be so brilliant, you can be fascinatingly obtuse.”
Suddenly grinning, Jim leaped from bed and immediately threw off his slacks. They landed in a corner and were quickly joined by the stiff formal uniform jacket. The change in temperature from the bedroom to the bathroom forced a shudder and another moan from Jim. Heat from the shower filled the room, while clouds of steam wafted towards the ceiling. The water was probably going to be too hot to be comfortable, but Jim, like all his missions, threw caution to the wind and jumped in the shower stall to join Spock. Unfortunately, his dramatic entrance was ruined when he slipped on the tiled floor and slammed into Spock.
“You are going to be the death of me one of these days,” Spock commented as best he could with his face pressed into the shower wall. “I would prefer my cause of death not be because my captain, in his eagerness to engage in sexual intercourse, fractured my skull in the shower.”
Making sure his balance was steady, Jim slowly backed up so that Spock could push away from the wall he was smooshed against. Then, he tentatively pushed his way under the scalding hot water. It took some times, but his body was gradually getting used to the heat. Besides, Jim now realized he had a soapy Vulcan less than a foot away. Water temperature be damned today. He brazenly grabbed Spock from behind and pulled him flush to his own body.
“So I’m going to take care of this now, okay?” Jim growled as he ground his erection against Spock’s backside.
“I would not have implied you join me if I desired otherwise,” Spock quipped with less force than usual. It came out more as an airy gasp as Jim slowly teased his nipples with one hand while the other slid lower against his slick skin. He felt his member begin to stiffen and throb. “Besides, I do believe you have a ‘get free sex’ card available to you.”
“I do, don’t I? And you know what else? You’re fascinatingly bitchy tonight,” Jim observed with pleasure when Spock pressed against him, greedy for the contact.
They were both ready and now came the tricky part. Jim already slipped once, and he was fairly certain he would slip again if he was not careful. There was a reason shower sex did not occur that often. Jim and Spock tended to get lost in each other during sex, and as such, their observation of their surroundings dropped dramatically. But Jim Kirk and Spock were nothing if not bold. The threat of fractured bones and potential hernias would not keep them from thoroughly doing each other in the shower.
Throwing caution to the wind, Jim braced himself with one hand and used the other to slide between Spock’s ass. Soap and water made Spock’s skin slick and easy to slide into to. Jim moaned loudly as Spock pushed back with his hips, taking all of Jim in with one easy move. Bracing his hand on either side of the shower, Spock began shoving his hips backwards in a steady counterpoint to Jim’s thrusting. The heat of the bathroom almost became unbearable as Jim continued to thrust rapidly into Spock. A small mewling noise escaped Spock’s lips and was enough to send Jim over the edge. With one more powerful thrust and subsequent weaker thrusts, Jim came inside Spock seeing stars through his closed eyes.
Panting and the steady hiss of flowing water were the only sounds in the bathroom for a long moment. Still catching his breath, Jim gently grabbed Spock’s shoulder and slowly turned him around to face him. He pressed a sloppy, but soulful kiss against Spock’s slightly parted lips, his tongue enjoying the sensations of Spock’s mouth. Finally breaking apart for a breath of air, Jim slowly trailed a series of light kissed down Spock’s body until he was kneeling on the floor. His tongue darted out and licked lightly against Spock’s stiff member before taking the whole length in his mouth.
Breath hitching in his throat, Spock let his head loll against the shower wall while his hand immediately twitched and sought out familiar meld points on Jim’s face as he continued to lick, suck, and tease. Spock was not entirely sure what they were going to feel, given that he had not actually performed a meld when Jim was giving him a blow-job, but he instinctively knew it could not possibly be bad.
And sure enough, he was right. Waves of lust, love, affection, and joy passed between them, neither sure who was feeling what at a given time. Differentiation meant nothing and everything was one and the same. The overwhelming feeling of completeness threw Spock’s mind into a frenzy. He came shortly thereafter, breaking the meld, and slumping against the shower wall for support.
“So we need to do that more often,” Jim whispered with a grin into Spock’s thigh.
Slowly standing up and working the kinks out of his knees, Jim could not help but smirk at how thoroughly Spock was wiped out. Realizing they managed to take a shower and still be dirtier than when they began, Jim grinned and grabbed the soap. Spock was easy and compliant as Jim helped him wash the evidence of their previous activities form his body. Once he was sufficiently cleaned, Jim quickly rinsed himself off before shutting the shower off and reaching for a towel.
Spock watched him work with hooded eyes. It would have been more efficient if he had actually contributed to the cleaning, but at the moment, he was tired and simply enjoying the way Jim was pampering him. Despite their rigorous activity, Spock was feeling more relaxed than he had for a long while.
“Hey, hey, try making it to bed before crashing,” Jim lightly admonished as he gently dried Spock off.
“Vulcans do not crash, Jim. We merely,” Spock drifted off in either a search for a word or something else. “…I have nothing.”
A deep laugh reverberated against the bathroom walls. Hearing Jim laugh was one of the things Spock would never be able to give up.
“Don’t worry. You give me plenty of reasons to keep on laughing.”
Had he been in more of a mood, Spock would have been indignant at being the source of a joke, but for right now, he was simply content with Jim’s happiness.
When they were at last dry, Jim and Spock meandered back to the bedroom, shuddering at the sudden coolness. Jim rifled through the bureau drawers and tossed Spock a heavy sweater and sweatpants.
“Unlike you, I do not go, ‘commando,’ when I sleep,” Spock said with slight emphasis on the human expression. His answer was a pair of black briefs tossed onto his head. “Thank you, Jim.”
Jim rolled his eyes and slipped on whatever he happened to grab out of the drawer. By the time he was ready for sleep, Spock was already making himself comfortable on the bed. Jim joined him as he was shimmying under the covers. It always took a few moments for them to decide on what was comfortable for the both of them, but once they were settled, Jim and Spock did not budge until morning.
“Hm, I suppose I should finish that hand massage of yours,” Jim observed as he spooned himself against Spock’s back. He slid his arms around Spock’s waist and gently held his hands. “Night, Spock.”
“Good night, Jim,” Spock mumbled sleepily, drifting into oblivion as Jim rubbed slow, soothing circles into the palms of his hands and wrists.
As Jim continued to massage Spock’s hands, he felt for their bond and found the peaceful bliss that was so common when Spock was asleep with him. It did not matter where they were or what they were doing. So long as he could come home to Spock, all the unruly cadets and bureaucratic bullshit of the day meant nothing in comparison. In his final thoughts before drifting off to join Spock in slumber, Jim appreciated the fact that being grounded had presented him and Spock with new opportunities to explore and reinforce their relationship. In the end, Jim supposed a mandatory year of teaching was not so bad at all. Besides, now he could brag to Bones how he managed to bang Spock in the shower with no trips to the emergency room afterwards. It really was the small successes in life that made it all worth living for.
Part A