Comment Fic!!! Shatner/Nimoy, Kirk/Spock, NC 17
So we had a SHATNOY SPAZZ POST over at shatnoy_rpf yesterday and, well, porn ensued. The first 139 words of this unabashed blow job are mine and the rest are the brilliant work of obstinatrix whose fault the damn thing was in the first place. I mentioned that I'd like to see young hot Bill with his god damn pants around his ankles and his god damn gold shirt rucked up around his midsection and his god damn hands in silky black hair...And, well, just read, you'll see what we were picturing. Gah.
His hands slip through surprisingly silky hair, seeking purchase, fingers grazing over pointy rubber ears, a reminder that they’re not just Bill and Len here, they’re Kirk and Spock and god damn it anyone could walk in at any time and isn’t that just the hottest thing ever.
He wishes he could step outside his body, catch the show that him and Len are putting on right now, see the look in Spock’s eyes as he looks up at his captain, lips fucked raw and shiny with spit and precome. Wishes he could see Kirk, gold command shirt riding up around his chest, black standard issue trousers down around his ankles, come undone under that tongue, wishes he could see those extraordinarily long fingers wrap around the base of his cock and pump in time to his greedy mouth.
It's strange, really, the way that every sound Len makes around his cock seems magnified by the contrast between the ears and the tunic and the utterly unVulcan lack of restraint. He tugs him closer by the roots of his hair, pressing the wet tip of himself to the back of Leonard's throat, and thinks about Kirk fucking his First Officer's mouth like this, subordinating, alone on the bridge after-hours with all the circuits flickering.
He'd love to see that; the line of Spock's back as he takes the captain deep; the way his hair falls; the precome leaking from his slack mouth in a glistening trail. His hands, clenching on his captain's naked waist, digging into muscle, bruising flesh. Superhuman strength, Vulcans have. That's - he breathes in sharply and bucks up hard into Leonard's mouth - an interesting thought.
Oh, yes, Bill thinks, with that tiny portion of his brain that can still compute, he wishes he could watch his First Officer sliding a hand into his pants at last, stroking himself as the Captain fucks his pretty mouth.
His hands slip through surprisingly silky hair, seeking purchase, fingers grazing over pointy rubber ears, a reminder that they’re not just Bill and Len here, they’re Kirk and Spock and god damn it anyone could walk in at any time and isn’t that just the hottest thing ever.
He wishes he could step outside his body, catch the show that him and Len are putting on right now, see the look in Spock’s eyes as he looks up at his captain, lips fucked raw and shiny with spit and precome. Wishes he could see Kirk, gold command shirt riding up around his chest, black standard issue trousers down around his ankles, come undone under that tongue, wishes he could see those extraordinarily long fingers wrap around the base of his cock and pump in time to his greedy mouth.
It's strange, really, the way that every sound Len makes around his cock seems magnified by the contrast between the ears and the tunic and the utterly unVulcan lack of restraint. He tugs him closer by the roots of his hair, pressing the wet tip of himself to the back of Leonard's throat, and thinks about Kirk fucking his First Officer's mouth like this, subordinating, alone on the bridge after-hours with all the circuits flickering.
He'd love to see that; the line of Spock's back as he takes the captain deep; the way his hair falls; the precome leaking from his slack mouth in a glistening trail. His hands, clenching on his captain's naked waist, digging into muscle, bruising flesh. Superhuman strength, Vulcans have. That's - he breathes in sharply and bucks up hard into Leonard's mouth - an interesting thought.
Oh, yes, Bill thinks, with that tiny portion of his brain that can still compute, he wishes he could watch his First Officer sliding a hand into his pants at last, stroking himself as the Captain fucks his pretty mouth.