Kitchen & Allll Over The Place -- Day 13 (Early Evening-Night) -- [Private/Unfinished]

[my_god_man]

When Leonard first woke up some -- damn, two? -- days ago, to go on this mission to Bacchus II, he expected some boring mission scanning plants. He certainly wouldn't have predicted this. Being chased out of Sickbay by a flock of crazy, horny people. Slowly becoming one of those crazy, horny people. Leonard paused momentarily out in the

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[my_god_man]

Science Lab 3 had to be where all good chairs went when put out to pasture. Because every fucking chair in the goddamn Science Division had to be in here. Leonard hadn't noticed that until he was nearly upon the herd of free-range chairs. And then he was. Had put on the brakes too late, slid right into some of them. Then onto them and even rolled for a bit. Amusing ride. He'd have to charge sometime, when he didn't have amorous, spore-driven Vulcan in his ass.

ON, damnit! On. His. Ass

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock cocked his head to the side clearly saying that he was annoyed right now. “Doctor we have already established that while we both are spored that it is by choice who we choose to have sex with.” Spock couldn’t think of a more simple way of explaining that he wanted McCoy even before they got spored. He was pretty much screaming it at the man in a Vulcan sort of way. He figured he’d have to spell it out for Leonard. “What if, Doctor, we weren’t infected with spores? Then would this situation be any different?” Spock did not think so, he had been pinning over Leonard McCoy since he helped save the few Vulcan’s they had gotten onto the Enterprise, maybe even before that but he wasn’t ready to admit it to himself. “My desire for you is the same as it is without the effects of the spores, the spores have just acted as a catalyst.” He licked his lips and started to make his way around the chairs to Leonard. “Unless you do not feel the same as I…” that was the part that scared Spock, he’d never admit to it but it did. Rejection had been

[my_god_man]

He didn't wanna think about what things would be like if they weren't spored. He didn't wanna guess how he'd react, clear-headed, to being pounced by Spock. He was having a hard enough time just thinking in general. Just keeping himself moving. Not stopping to admire and openly desire this beautiful thing coming at him.

Damnit, focus, McCoy!

At the last minute, Leonard finally remembered the table behind him. He jumped up and slid across it on a hip. Landed on the other side and promptly darted in the direction opposite Spock when adjusted course. This, of course, sent the Vulcan over to the other side. Which sent Leonard in the opposite direction again. Great, talk about getting chased around the desk by your boss.

"But that's just it!" Leonard exclaimed once they'd settled into a nice, futile pattern. "You may think it's real fer you. But how d'ya know it ain't just spores f'me?!" As soon as he said it, he felt a foreboding tremble. "No! Dun answer! Dun wanna hear it!" Didn't wanna know. Didn't wanna find out

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock swallowed thickly at the words spoken to him, it caused a slow burn in him that was totally illogical. If the Doctor did not desire him as he did the Doctor then logically he should not continue his attempts to be with him but his human side told him to keep trying. It wasn’t the first time in his life that he acted completely irrational but it never ceases to surprise himself when he acts out. Spock placed his right hand on the table top and pushed himself over it to land on the other side where he tackled Leonard to the ground. The table clearing was swift and elegant almost as if he had done so many times before. Spock grabbed both of the Doctors hands and holing them to the ground as he sat across his middle section. “My apologies Doctor,” he closed his eyes slowly taking in all the feelings of Leonard but made sure he was not back any direct skin to skin contact. He did not wish Leonard to be able to feel what he was momentarily feeling as his emotions ran wild. “I do hope my rash action did not cause you any harm…” he

[my_god_man]

Talk about your instant karma. One minute Leonard was attempting to assimilate the notion that he was -- might -- be enjoying Spock's chasing. Next moment he was being cheetah pounced by the man. Well, they say that prayer was instant reward with the Lord.

And god, was he ever praying.

"Please... don't." He knew what Spock was doing. Fought against it as hard as he couldn't. Didn't know how to fend off a telepath. Didn't even know how to fight the damn spores anymore. Spock was a hot, welcomed weight against him now. Scent so very close, hands and thighs firm on him. Those eyes... goddamn, how those eyes always affected him. Penetrated him, laid him bare before the Vulcan to take what he liked and leave the rest. And wasn't that just it right there? The taking, the making him want it when he was just fine where he'd been. Not wanting anything. Just getting on by. No wants, no expectations. And no disappointments. No leaving after they had their fun, leaving you wanting more. Leaving you hurting, and lonely, and

[thevulcanfirst]

Surprised at the fact that Leonard would fight back at all was enough to leave Spock with a raised eyebrow but then he was on top of him and his hands…oh…oh…those hand. The Vulcan tried as hard as he could not to react but he couldn’t help it. Leonard felt so good. He bucked his hips hard, not enough to knock Leonard off, his eyes snapped closed and a loud moan was ripped from him. Spock arched his back and pressed his hands against the doctors as best as he could

[my_god_man]

Oh, this was satisfying. Getting a rise outta the Vulcan for a change. Not just being the one doing all the... rising. And the rising rose a bit more at hearing that enthusiastic, sexy as all hell moan. Damn, didn't know the man had it in him. Wanted to get it in him, though. Rutted against those struggling hips more. Rubbed sweaty palms roughly together, not knowing exactly what this was doing for the Vulcan but being very good at context clues. Took the opportunity to finally get in as much of that maddening scent as he wanted.

"I can think of better things t'do with that mouth," Leonard murmured low and close to that narrow throat. Traced the sternocleidomastoid from clavicle to just beneath the pointed ear with the tip of his nose. Christ, he swore he could feel every little Vulcan pheromone invade his lungs and run straight down into his crotch. He nipped on the skin as his fingers rhythmically began sliding between Spock's. In and out. Damp and hot. Eliciting pleasurable sensation for Leonard as well as Spock.

[thevulcanfirst]

Oh that wasn’t the only thing of Spock’s rising. He thrust against Leonard harder and gritted his teeth. The spores made everything so much more intense. His hands, god, Leonard’s hands on his hands and it made the perfect feeling. Perfect because it was Leonard moving against him, Leonard making him feel good. Perfect because it was Leonard. Spock would give anything to kiss him right now, a real human kiss. He moaned again as the doctor spoke, that accent drove him to illogical thoughts. Sometimes Spock forgot to listen to the words when he spoke and only listened to the sound of his voice but with a comment like that Spock’s pointed ears heard every words and he chuckled. Well almost chuckle, it turned into a soft moan quickly

[my_god_man]

He was feeling like the cat that ate the entire canary aviary. The man was begging for a pleasuring. Actually doing something so Human as be weak and desperate. But aside from the small vindication, Leonard wasn't interested in rubbing it in Spock's face. Well, he wanted to rub things in that sharp-edged face. Sure wasn't smugness, though

[thevulcanfirst]

“Oh…” a sharp breath and a moan were earned for Leonard’s work. Spock turned his head to let Leonard make out with his ear. He used his now free hand to run through Leonard’s hair, feeling the dark locks against his fingers. “That is most satisfying…” the Vulcan finely opened his dark eyes to see the man above him. Spock took a moment to gather his breath and his hand stopped to cup at the back of Leonard’s head, intertwining his fingers to the hair

[my_god_man]

Was that... a smile? Leonard wasn't quite sure. Between the spores, the alcohol, and a busy cocktail of other natural chemicals coursing through him, he could just about imagine anything. Those words, though, weren't a hallucination. Despite urgent thoughts of stripping the man bare, he paused. Blinked, then smiled down at the last person he'd ever expect to smile at. "Darlin'," he'd ponder later how weird it felt calling a Vulcan that, "right now, that's pretty much anything. I ain't feelin' picky."

As if a deal had been sealed, terms negotiated, they were suddenly at each other. Spock's hand -- oh god, the man wasn't even touching him yet, but the warmth and the firmness felt so good -- was working on his pants. And Leonard began working on that ear again, nipping and sucking now instead of licking. Back down to that graceful neck, where the nipping and sucking gradually became harder. Eventually even that pretense was lost. He bit down on the corner of Spock's jaw. Not hard enough to draw blood. Hard enough to claim

[thevulcanfirst]

The moment their lips met both Spock’s hand came up, one around Leonard’s neck and the other in his hair pulling him into a heated and passionate kiss. The kiss Spock had dreamed of since he had first met Leonard McCoy. The Vulcan didn’t think that he would ever have a moment like this again; it was like your first kiss or having your first sexual encounter. It wouldn’t ever happen again as long as you lived. Spock conveyed his feelings to McCoy hoping the telepathic message make it past the haze of lust that clouded both their minds. Soon, too soon Spock thought, they needed air and hand to break apart. The kiss left the Vulcan breathless and less composed then he had ever felt before

[my_god_man]

Perhaps they had traded a little bit of soul when they kissed. Because Leonard felt... something. Couldn't describe it, wasn't likely describable even when not senseless on sex dust. But he tasted something that was undeniably Essence of Spock hiding in that steamy embrace. It made that kiss even better. It made him want even more.

It'd been his intention to remove Spock's shirt. He could work with this, though. The contrast of cool lab air, his own body feverish with desire, and scorching Vulcan hands was more stimulating than he could imagine. Goosebumps crawled across his skin, then damn near ran when followed by that tongue. That tongue. Sweet Jesus, it was something else. Far hotter, more textured, and... longer? Not that Leonard had even a quarter of a mind to ponder that, but speculation was cut short by that bite. He yelped, then moaned. Ground his now-aching cock against the pooling heat in Spock's lap. Slid his hands up into that thick, black, perfect hair and made it imperfect. The effect made Spock look

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock arched into the bite, moaning loud enough that anyone walking outside the room would hear. The Vulcan shook and shuttered as he was spoken to, Leonard’s words calmed him. It was that accent that so often distracted him, he was sure. The words almost didn’t register but when they did Spock had to pull back and stare at this man. It only took him a moment to look into those dark eyes before his hands went back to work on his pants but his eyes didn’t leave Leonard’s face

[my_god_man]

Oh, there were plenty of responses alright. Leonard was nothing but one big ball of responses. That extended moment of eye fucking had him bucking harder for another kind of fucking. And he rubbed himself against Spock's hands as much as he could while they undressed him. He... he couldn't dwell on how the man's words made him feel. It was just too much, too... grand. For this moment. Leonard was quickly flying apart at the seams already.

The cold decking of the science lab startled him some out of the haze. But again there was that contrasting sensation of the hottest hand to ever be laid upon him. So firm, just the right amount of roughness, perfect angle. Spock knew what he was doing. Had handled a cock or two in his time, even if just his own. And damn, if the idea of the Vulcan manhandling himself didn't just turn things up a desperate notch. Leonard pulled his legs free, stretched them out long and apart, on either side of Spock. Felt bare and exposed in a way his spored brain wouldn't let him dwell upon. He was

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock’s heart beat faster and harder against his ribcage, his moans turned into whimpers of all kinds. Leonard’s hands were on him, those large heavy hands. Spock gasped and fell back, propping himself up on his elbows, stretching out his legs on either side of Leonard once his pants got pulled off fully.

The Vulcan could almost swear his heart stopped for a second as he was dragged into the next kiss. Heated, wet and so personal. It had never been this way with Uhura and for that he was thankful. Spock let his hands drop from Leonard’s member and then grabbed at his wrist, braking the kiss just slightly so that he could speak against Leonard’s mouth.

“Doctor we will not be able to complete our sexual encounter if we do not proceed.” Even as the words left his mouth Spock was moaning. He wanted Leonard right now, not later now. “Please,” he closed his eyes and thrust against the other man. “I do not wish it to end like this,” he waved his free hand about them to prove his point.