The Circumstance of Passion (part one)
Title: The Circumstance of Passion
Rating:NC-17
Summary: k/s eventually. Kirk and Bones are in a relationship, but Kirk can't come to terms with his sexuality. Meanwhile Spock is slowly accepting his feelings for the Captain.
Disclaimer: Don't own. :(
It's night.
He waits. Waits for the whispers and the heat to come.
He convinces himself he doesn't need it.
Can't want it. Won't want it.
He won't admit that he is waiting, but he is.
Face down, pressed into pillows, sheets pulled up to cover his bare body.
He will deny that he is waiting,
Even as he prepared himself earlier. Even as his hear beats faster in anticipation,
as he hears the door slide open,
and soft footsteps across the floor.
He pretends his breath doesn't hitch when the sheets are pulled back. He shivers as the cold air hits his skin. He can feel eyes roaming his body. A growl penetrates the heavy silence. And then there are harsh hands on his hips, pulling him up.
He complies, but continues to feign sleep. If he does, he can pretend. He can ignore the moan that is building in his throat. He can pretend.
He will pretend.
He will pretend that he is not willing and waiting. He is too exhausted to prevent it from happening.
It is not that he needs this, wants this.
That can't be the reason. He won't allow it to be.
He feels a warm breath in his ear, hears the grunts, makes one of his own. He pretends it didn't happen.
It couldn't have happened, because he is asleep.
He feels the cool, sticky substance dripping between his thighs, and ignores his own in the sheets. He collapses back on the bed, and hears the rustling from behind him. There is a pause. Eyes land on him once more. His heart beats twice before the footsteps move away.
He grips the sheets, and denies.
Hi guys, I'm knew here and this is my first k/s story. Any critique, comment, or ideas would be appreciated :)
Rating:NC-17
Summary: k/s eventually. Kirk and Bones are in a relationship, but Kirk can't come to terms with his sexuality. Meanwhile Spock is slowly accepting his feelings for the Captain.
Disclaimer: Don't own. :(
It's night.
He waits. Waits for the whispers and the heat to come.
He convinces himself he doesn't need it.
Can't want it. Won't want it.
He won't admit that he is waiting, but he is.
Face down, pressed into pillows, sheets pulled up to cover his bare body.
He will deny that he is waiting,
Even as he prepared himself earlier. Even as his hear beats faster in anticipation,
as he hears the door slide open,
and soft footsteps across the floor.
He pretends his breath doesn't hitch when the sheets are pulled back. He shivers as the cold air hits his skin. He can feel eyes roaming his body. A growl penetrates the heavy silence. And then there are harsh hands on his hips, pulling him up.
He complies, but continues to feign sleep. If he does, he can pretend. He can ignore the moan that is building in his throat. He can pretend.
He will pretend.
He will pretend that he is not willing and waiting. He is too exhausted to prevent it from happening.
It is not that he needs this, wants this.
That can't be the reason. He won't allow it to be.
He feels a warm breath in his ear, hears the grunts, makes one of his own. He pretends it didn't happen.
It couldn't have happened, because he is asleep.
He feels the cool, sticky substance dripping between his thighs, and ignores his own in the sheets. He collapses back on the bed, and hears the rustling from behind him. There is a pause. Eyes land on him once more. His heart beats twice before the footsteps move away.
He grips the sheets, and denies.
Hi guys, I'm knew here and this is my first k/s story. Any critique, comment, or ideas would be appreciated :)