Fic: 5+1 Starfleet regulations
Title: Five Times Spock’s adherence to Starfleet regulations stopped them having sex and one time Spock didn’t care.
Universe: XI
Rating: PG-13
Relationship status: established relationship.
Word count: 1749 - One shot
Genre: humor
Trope: fivethings
Warning: Language, adult themes.
A/N: Just a little something I wrote. I’m fairly sure this lands in the PG-13 category because of the lack of graphic sex but if anyone thinks different, let me know. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Summary: As title.
One
‘I do not understand why we are visiting engineering as evening entertainment,’ Spock said tersely, walking through the varying pipes and consoles, Jim pulling him along with his hand.
‘Because,’ Jim said, pausing as he looked around the small enclosed space by one of the warp drives with a pleased nod. ‘I thought we could have some fun.’
Jim pulled Spock toward him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him in for a long, deep kiss, Jim’s hands running up and down Spock’s back as the Vulcan reluctantly gave in.
Jim gave a satisfying hum as he pulled back, reaching down and undoing his pants quickly, Spock’s eyebrow quirking slightly.
‘What are you doing?’ Spock asked, watching Jim shove his own pants and boxers down his thighs.
‘Thought that was kind of obvious,’ Jim said with a smirk, taking Spock’s hand and placing it on his hip, kissing him on the mouth slowly. Jim gave Spock a last smile before turning toward the wall, placing his hands flat on it and spreading his legs, wiggling his ass pointedly. ‘Come and get it.’
‘You are aware we are in a public area of the ship in which crew and personnel with clearance are allowed to roam?’ Spock said, hands clasping behind his back.
Jim looked over his own shoulder with a sigh. ‘That’s the fun. Come on you big bad Vulcan. I thought being around all this fascinating engineering equipment would turn you on.’
‘Is is against Starfleet regulations to engage in appropriate behaviour in public areas of the ship,’ Spock said stiffly, moving back a few steps, giving a quick look down the way they came for any crew members lurking about.
Jim sighed, shoulders slumping as he pushed himself away from the wall and pulled his boxers and pants back up, zipping and buttoning them quickly. ‘You know, you don’t always have to abide by those rules.’
Spock raised an eyebrow. ‘If we were discovered by crew members, we could face a disciplinary hearing, demotion and perhaps a court marshal.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Jim sighed. ‘Can we go back to our quarter’s and do it?’
‘Yes,’ Spock replied, turning and walking through the maze of pipes the way they came, Jim trailing eagerly behind him.
………………
Two
Jim grinned as the few remaining crew left the bridge, a gap of about 15 minutes until the next crew came on.
‘Spock, can I see you here for a moment?’ Jim said as the final crew member left in the turbolift.
Spock rose from his station and walked up to the side of Jim’s chair. ‘Yes, captain?’
Jim swivelled the chair toward him before standing up, grabbing Spock around the waist and spinning them, pushing Spock down into the captain’s chair.
‘Captain?’ Spock asked, Jim awkwardly climbing into the chair and snugly fitting his knees on the outsides of Spock’s thighs as his hands wound around Spock’s neck.
‘Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this,’ Jim murmured lowly into Spock’s ear, thrusting his hips forward as he bit at the pointed tip of Spock’s ear playfully.
Spock tensed, his hands moving to Jim’s hips to push him off. ‘I do not wish to engage in sexual activity in your chair.’
Jim stood up, Spock helping him as he sunk away from Jim, his eyes carefully masked. ‘You seriously don’t want me to ride you in my chair? I’ll even let you call me captain.’
‘It is against Starfleet regulation code to use the chair for anything other than sitting.’ Spock said, sitting back down at his science console and finishing what he had been doing.
Jim turned around and collapsed back into the chair, an irritated sigh escaping his mouth, determined to crack Spock at some point.
………….
Three
‘You know would be hot?’ Jim said cheerfully, Spock sucking and licking his neck as they stumbled into their quarters.
‘I can name many things which would, after a prolonged period of time, become hot,’ Spock said, playfully nipping Jim’s neck before seeking out his mouth desperately.
Jim let out a moan against Spock’s mouth before pulling away, Spock chasing after his lips. ‘Stop for a second,’ Jim said with a small laugh as Spock kissed the side of his mouth.
‘I do not see why,’ Spock said, rubbing himself against Jim.
‘I want you to keep your science blues on,’ Jim said, watching Spock’s face carefully for a reaction.
‘You wish for me to remain in uniform?’ Spock said, Jim already getting that sinking feeling in his stomach.
‘Errr, yeah,’ Jim replied, running his hands up and down Spock’s sides.
‘It is against Starfleet protocol to have sexual relations whilst in uniform.’
‘We’re in the privacy of our own bedroom, no one will know, now take off those pants and throw me on the bed.’
Spock didn’t move. ‘I will know, and it is illogical to rule break.’
Jim sighed, stepping back and running an aggravated hand through his hair. ‘Fine, whatever, we’ll do it naked.’ Jim paused as Spock started to take his top off. ‘I would have stayed in my gold shirt too, ya know.’
Spock paused, his eyes roaming Jim’s shirt wantonly before schooling his features. ‘It is against-’
‘Regulations, I get it. You better make me scream tonight now you’ve ruined my fun,’ Jim said, pulling off his uniform before being manhandled into bed.
…………………
Four
‘Captain,’ Spock said, walking onto one of the observation decks. ‘You asked for me.’
‘I did,’ Jim said, a slow, leering smile crawling onto his face. ‘How about you come over here?’
‘You are aware we on shift,’ Spock said, not moving from the doorway.
‘We’ll make it quick,’ Jim said, walking over to Spock with a smile, his eyes running over Spock’s figure.
‘Captain,’ Spock said, using the word like a scold.
Jim quickly put up his hand to stop him. ‘This will be a lot quicker if you take off your pants. We can do it up against the window,’ Jim said excitedly.
‘Captain,’ Spock said again, unmoving. ‘You are aware that personal relations are not permitted during shift. We are also in uniform and in a public area of the ship.’
‘Oh my god,’ Jim said. ‘Can’t you just forget Starfleet regulations for two seconds and fuck me against the window? I can order you to do it,’ Jim warned, shooting him a threatening glare.
Spock gave him a doubtful look before turning and leaving the observation deck, Jim sighing in frustration behind him.
…………………
Five
Jim was trying to listen, he really was, but sitting out a table during a banquet surrounded by Orions with all their pheromones was making him almost painfully hard. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable as everyone listened to the head speaker of the event discussing the advancements in overcoming the Orion slave trade.
‘Spock,’ Jim whispered to his side, Spock reluctantly dragging his eyes away from the front of the hall to face Jim.
‘What is wrong, captain?’ Spock said quietly as Jim tried to rearrange himself.
‘All these pheromones floating around are making me horny.’
‘I am immune,’ Spock replied neutrally, turning to stare at the front.
‘Spock, give me your hand,’ Jim said, using his own hand to ever so slowly pull down his zipper so as not to make any obvious noise to the other people sitting at their table.
Spock turned to him, eyes hard. ‘We are representing Starfleet and it is both rude and disrespectful to engage in sexual relations at this time, it is also against Starfleet codes of conduct,’ Spock said quietly under his break so only Jim could hear.
‘Please?’ Jim said, giving him his best puppy dog eyes. Spock just stared back.
‘I will ensure you are satisfied when our duties at this event have been fulfilled.’
Jim sighed, slouching down in his chair as he reached down into his pants and tried to rearrange himself in a way that was less painful.
………………..
One
Jim felt relieved tears spring to his eyes as he felt himself materialise onto the transporter pad in the Enterprise. It had been just under a month since he had been abducted on an away mission and had been put in a jail cell, certain of being killed at some point. They had fed him relatively well and never physically hurt him which was the only plus. Jim couldn’t believe it when some deal had been struck and he had been released, just like that, and then found himself sitting on the floor of the pad in the transporter room in a daze, letting McCoy run a tricorder over him.
Jim looked up as the doors opened and Spock walked in, a rare expression of emotion on his face as his took in Jim. McCoy stepped away as Spock walked straight up onto the transporter pad and knelt next to Jim, sealing his mouth immediately to his without a thought for McCoy, the two transporter engineers, or Scotty.
Jim moaned, lying flat on his back as Spock crawled on top of him, his hands roaming over Jim in relief as his mouth continued to desperately kiss the life out of him, like he needed to be reassured Jim was OK.
Jim heard a very loud pointed cough and reluctantly pulled away, picking his head up slightly to see the shocked faces of the crew in the transporter room, McCoy with an un-amused raised eyebrow.
‘You guys don’t need the transporter room,’ Jim said, ignoring the way Spock was sucking at his neck, his hand palming his crotch, not caring that they had an audience. ‘That’s an order.’
They quickly got up off the consoles and left, McCoy shaking his head before sliding the door shut behind them.
Jim turned back to Spock. ‘Breaking Starfleet rules? On shift, in uniform, in a public area… I have been away a while.’
‘They are arbitrary,’ Spock stated, leaning back down to kiss Jim slowly, but it quickly became frantic as their lips moved together forcefully, Spock unable to stop touching him.
‘God, I missed you so much,’ Jim said emotionally as Spock undid his fly quickly, his hand wrapping securely around Jim’s cock at the same time as his fingers attached themselves to Jim’s meld points.
‘T’hy’la.’ Spock murmured, kissing and nipping Jim’s jaw. Jim felt him sink into his mind, relief and protectiveness overcoming everything else, and Jim smiled with relief.
END
Universe: XI
Rating: PG-13
Relationship status: established relationship.
Word count: 1749 - One shot
Genre: humor
Trope: fivethings
Warning: Language, adult themes.
A/N: Just a little something I wrote. I’m fairly sure this lands in the PG-13 category because of the lack of graphic sex but if anyone thinks different, let me know. Hope you guys enjoy it.
Summary: As title.
One
‘I do not understand why we are visiting engineering as evening entertainment,’ Spock said tersely, walking through the varying pipes and consoles, Jim pulling him along with his hand.
‘Because,’ Jim said, pausing as he looked around the small enclosed space by one of the warp drives with a pleased nod. ‘I thought we could have some fun.’
Jim pulled Spock toward him, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him in for a long, deep kiss, Jim’s hands running up and down Spock’s back as the Vulcan reluctantly gave in.
Jim gave a satisfying hum as he pulled back, reaching down and undoing his pants quickly, Spock’s eyebrow quirking slightly.
‘What are you doing?’ Spock asked, watching Jim shove his own pants and boxers down his thighs.
‘Thought that was kind of obvious,’ Jim said with a smirk, taking Spock’s hand and placing it on his hip, kissing him on the mouth slowly. Jim gave Spock a last smile before turning toward the wall, placing his hands flat on it and spreading his legs, wiggling his ass pointedly. ‘Come and get it.’
‘You are aware we are in a public area of the ship in which crew and personnel with clearance are allowed to roam?’ Spock said, hands clasping behind his back.
Jim looked over his own shoulder with a sigh. ‘That’s the fun. Come on you big bad Vulcan. I thought being around all this fascinating engineering equipment would turn you on.’
‘Is is against Starfleet regulations to engage in appropriate behaviour in public areas of the ship,’ Spock said stiffly, moving back a few steps, giving a quick look down the way they came for any crew members lurking about.
Jim sighed, shoulders slumping as he pushed himself away from the wall and pulled his boxers and pants back up, zipping and buttoning them quickly. ‘You know, you don’t always have to abide by those rules.’
Spock raised an eyebrow. ‘If we were discovered by crew members, we could face a disciplinary hearing, demotion and perhaps a court marshal.’
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Jim sighed. ‘Can we go back to our quarter’s and do it?’
‘Yes,’ Spock replied, turning and walking through the maze of pipes the way they came, Jim trailing eagerly behind him.
………………
Two
Jim grinned as the few remaining crew left the bridge, a gap of about 15 minutes until the next crew came on.
‘Spock, can I see you here for a moment?’ Jim said as the final crew member left in the turbolift.
Spock rose from his station and walked up to the side of Jim’s chair. ‘Yes, captain?’
Jim swivelled the chair toward him before standing up, grabbing Spock around the waist and spinning them, pushing Spock down into the captain’s chair.
‘Captain?’ Spock asked, Jim awkwardly climbing into the chair and snugly fitting his knees on the outsides of Spock’s thighs as his hands wound around Spock’s neck.
‘Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this,’ Jim murmured lowly into Spock’s ear, thrusting his hips forward as he bit at the pointed tip of Spock’s ear playfully.
Spock tensed, his hands moving to Jim’s hips to push him off. ‘I do not wish to engage in sexual activity in your chair.’
Jim stood up, Spock helping him as he sunk away from Jim, his eyes carefully masked. ‘You seriously don’t want me to ride you in my chair? I’ll even let you call me captain.’
‘It is against Starfleet regulation code to use the chair for anything other than sitting.’ Spock said, sitting back down at his science console and finishing what he had been doing.
Jim turned around and collapsed back into the chair, an irritated sigh escaping his mouth, determined to crack Spock at some point.
………….
Three
‘You know would be hot?’ Jim said cheerfully, Spock sucking and licking his neck as they stumbled into their quarters.
‘I can name many things which would, after a prolonged period of time, become hot,’ Spock said, playfully nipping Jim’s neck before seeking out his mouth desperately.
Jim let out a moan against Spock’s mouth before pulling away, Spock chasing after his lips. ‘Stop for a second,’ Jim said with a small laugh as Spock kissed the side of his mouth.
‘I do not see why,’ Spock said, rubbing himself against Jim.
‘I want you to keep your science blues on,’ Jim said, watching Spock’s face carefully for a reaction.
‘You wish for me to remain in uniform?’ Spock said, Jim already getting that sinking feeling in his stomach.
‘Errr, yeah,’ Jim replied, running his hands up and down Spock’s sides.
‘It is against Starfleet protocol to have sexual relations whilst in uniform.’
‘We’re in the privacy of our own bedroom, no one will know, now take off those pants and throw me on the bed.’
Spock didn’t move. ‘I will know, and it is illogical to rule break.’
Jim sighed, stepping back and running an aggravated hand through his hair. ‘Fine, whatever, we’ll do it naked.’ Jim paused as Spock started to take his top off. ‘I would have stayed in my gold shirt too, ya know.’
Spock paused, his eyes roaming Jim’s shirt wantonly before schooling his features. ‘It is against-’
‘Regulations, I get it. You better make me scream tonight now you’ve ruined my fun,’ Jim said, pulling off his uniform before being manhandled into bed.
…………………
Four
‘Captain,’ Spock said, walking onto one of the observation decks. ‘You asked for me.’
‘I did,’ Jim said, a slow, leering smile crawling onto his face. ‘How about you come over here?’
‘You are aware we on shift,’ Spock said, not moving from the doorway.
‘We’ll make it quick,’ Jim said, walking over to Spock with a smile, his eyes running over Spock’s figure.
‘Captain,’ Spock said, using the word like a scold.
Jim quickly put up his hand to stop him. ‘This will be a lot quicker if you take off your pants. We can do it up against the window,’ Jim said excitedly.
‘Captain,’ Spock said again, unmoving. ‘You are aware that personal relations are not permitted during shift. We are also in uniform and in a public area of the ship.’
‘Oh my god,’ Jim said. ‘Can’t you just forget Starfleet regulations for two seconds and fuck me against the window? I can order you to do it,’ Jim warned, shooting him a threatening glare.
Spock gave him a doubtful look before turning and leaving the observation deck, Jim sighing in frustration behind him.
…………………
Five
Jim was trying to listen, he really was, but sitting out a table during a banquet surrounded by Orions with all their pheromones was making him almost painfully hard. He shifted in his seat, trying to get comfortable as everyone listened to the head speaker of the event discussing the advancements in overcoming the Orion slave trade.
‘Spock,’ Jim whispered to his side, Spock reluctantly dragging his eyes away from the front of the hall to face Jim.
‘What is wrong, captain?’ Spock said quietly as Jim tried to rearrange himself.
‘All these pheromones floating around are making me horny.’
‘I am immune,’ Spock replied neutrally, turning to stare at the front.
‘Spock, give me your hand,’ Jim said, using his own hand to ever so slowly pull down his zipper so as not to make any obvious noise to the other people sitting at their table.
Spock turned to him, eyes hard. ‘We are representing Starfleet and it is both rude and disrespectful to engage in sexual relations at this time, it is also against Starfleet codes of conduct,’ Spock said quietly under his break so only Jim could hear.
‘Please?’ Jim said, giving him his best puppy dog eyes. Spock just stared back.
‘I will ensure you are satisfied when our duties at this event have been fulfilled.’
Jim sighed, slouching down in his chair as he reached down into his pants and tried to rearrange himself in a way that was less painful.
………………..
One
Jim felt relieved tears spring to his eyes as he felt himself materialise onto the transporter pad in the Enterprise. It had been just under a month since he had been abducted on an away mission and had been put in a jail cell, certain of being killed at some point. They had fed him relatively well and never physically hurt him which was the only plus. Jim couldn’t believe it when some deal had been struck and he had been released, just like that, and then found himself sitting on the floor of the pad in the transporter room in a daze, letting McCoy run a tricorder over him.
Jim looked up as the doors opened and Spock walked in, a rare expression of emotion on his face as his took in Jim. McCoy stepped away as Spock walked straight up onto the transporter pad and knelt next to Jim, sealing his mouth immediately to his without a thought for McCoy, the two transporter engineers, or Scotty.
Jim moaned, lying flat on his back as Spock crawled on top of him, his hands roaming over Jim in relief as his mouth continued to desperately kiss the life out of him, like he needed to be reassured Jim was OK.
Jim heard a very loud pointed cough and reluctantly pulled away, picking his head up slightly to see the shocked faces of the crew in the transporter room, McCoy with an un-amused raised eyebrow.
‘You guys don’t need the transporter room,’ Jim said, ignoring the way Spock was sucking at his neck, his hand palming his crotch, not caring that they had an audience. ‘That’s an order.’
They quickly got up off the consoles and left, McCoy shaking his head before sliding the door shut behind them.
Jim turned back to Spock. ‘Breaking Starfleet rules? On shift, in uniform, in a public area… I have been away a while.’
‘They are arbitrary,’ Spock stated, leaning back down to kiss Jim slowly, but it quickly became frantic as their lips moved together forcefully, Spock unable to stop touching him.
‘God, I missed you so much,’ Jim said emotionally as Spock undid his fly quickly, his hand wrapping securely around Jim’s cock at the same time as his fingers attached themselves to Jim’s meld points.
‘T’hy’la.’ Spock murmured, kissing and nipping Jim’s jaw. Jim felt him sink into his mind, relief and protectiveness overcoming everything else, and Jim smiled with relief.
END