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]

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 fucking uncomfortable and aware of yourself and... Suddenly aware that you were psychobabbling in your own damn head. Because you couldn't stand not being able to get at the hard, hot, gorgeous body leaning over you.

Fucking telepaths.

"You apologize?! Oh, you have NO idea." Spock wanted to know? Well, he'd show him. Get under his skin too, make him just as bothered as Leonard was by these damn spores. Damn desires. Whatever the fuck they chose to call them. As soon as the man's grip was loose enough, Leonard jerked his wrists free. Brought his elbows crashing down on the joint of Spock's elbows, unlocking them and sending the Vulcan toppling forward. Used that momentum to roll them. Now on top, Leonard grabbed Spock's hands. Pinned them to the floor with his weight as he pressed palm to palm, twined fingers. Then did the same with his hips between those tree branch thighs. Leonard leaned down close to growl low and rough, "Try feelin' that."

[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.

“Leonard…” he breathing was labored and the name felt heavy against his tongue “That feeling is…is…” Spock couldn’t find the words he wanted to finish what he was saying. He had never been touched like this before; even with Lt. Uhura things had been easy and slow without any force but Leonard so different. He was harsh and rough and Spock liked it more then he would have ever thought before. “I believe, Doctor….you have impaired….my ability to …speak,” he said between breaths as he calmed from the shock.

He closed his eyes taking in everything that was being given to him. The feelings physical and mentally, Leonard’s smell his weight against him, even the cooler human body…everything was overly welcome to take what was given. Spock’s emotions ran wild, the more of Leonard McCoy he saw, touched or felt just made him lose control. He wanted Leonard in any way he could get him.

[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. Any place their bodies touched was an endless source of pleasure and excitement just right now.

[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.

“As could I Doctor,” he spoke in a chocked voice. When Spock heard his own voice he didn’t recognize it because it was racked with pleasure, so much emotion in those words that shouldn’t be there in his voice. “Oh Leonard…” his was shaking in his boots with pleasure. His ears being just as sensitive as his hands and being teased...it was making him crazy as hell. “Please…Leonard, my ears…” it was an awkward plea but he didn’t care, he was way past that point now. “Leonard please…anything,” he plead and thrust forward again.

[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.

Satisfied that they were both on the same hot, aching page now, Leonard gave what was so prettily asked for. Took that earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it. Then followed the curve of the shell with the tip of his tongue. Just one slow trail up to the point. Which he took in his mouth and scraped his teeth against. Confident that Spock wasn't gonna bolt anytime soon, and desperate to have his hands on more flesh, Leonard released a hand so his own could wander down the arm, over chest, ribs, down a flank. Grabbed a handful of firm ass and got down to serious fondling through those thin pajamas pants.

"I'll give ya anything ya want," he was already starting to pant, "so long as ya ask fer it, take it." Leonard was no telepath whatsoever. And he sure as hell wasn't in the mood for guessing what was expected of him. He wanted to fuck and he wanted to please. End of negotiations.

[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.

“I will only take what you are willing to give me Doctor McCoy,” Spock smiled, well kind of smiled. His lips turned up around the edges as the fingers of his still held hand over the back of Leonard’s hand. Spock rolled his hips making contact with the doctors hips and then back against his hand.

Spock pulled his other hand free as he became tired of waiting and worked it between both of them witch wasn’t easy because they were pressed against one another so closely but he managed to make it to the front of Leonard’s pants. The Vulcan started to work on the button to get into said pants. He wanted more, needed more and the spores just made him want it more.

[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, though. Tugged some to get the Vulcan's attention. Released him to duck down for those surprisingly soft-looking lips. Hesitated briefly, feeling that this was the last line to be crossed. Kissing was rather intimate. Hell, Leonard hadn't ever kissed Jim. Not like this, mouth to mouth and a little bit of the others' soul on your tongue.

The moment was gone forever, though, when Spock stretched up to bump their lips together. Leonard didn't regret the passing of it, mouth feasting on capable lips, hot mouth, and oddly textured tongue. Hips rubbing insistently against that hand. His own hands wandering manically to grab and pull at Spock's shirt.

[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.

“I believe we are both over clothed for this activity.” He sat up pushing the doctor back a little making him get on his knees and reached for the hem of Leonard’s shirt and tugged it up over his head. The spores, the situation, everything was making Spock forget about the whole containing of emotions thing or he just didn’t care anymore because a small nervous smile spread over his face. It was strange, he hardly ever smiled but this was different.

The lights in the room weren’t on so there was only the light from the hallway casting into the room. It gave Leonard a golden look, making him seem like an illusion. Maybe it was his spored out mind casting a hallucination to give his body what he needed. Suddenly making sure Leonard was really there was at the top of his list. His hands roamed over the bare chest, firm under his hands but it didn’t satisfy his mind so he moved his mouth along the muscled lines, his tongue dancing patterns over the naked flesh. He sucked and licked and then finding the place he wanted, just over Leonard’s heart, he bit down making a mark of his own. Spock still wasn’t sure that this so real as his hungry hands played over Leonard; they ran from the top of his back down to cup under his ass pulling him closer to him. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to make sure.

“Leonard?” he asked his head resting on his shoulder and his lips just below his ear. “Is this real?” he felt a little….well more than a little embarrassed over the question but he needed to know. Logic was failing him right now and he had nothing if he didn’t have logic to guide him.

[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 uncertain, ruffled, and already debauched. Perfect.

"Sumtimes I think reality is jus what we need it t'be. An' this right now? Izz'whut I..." say it, goddamnit, you're about to fuck the man's brains out, you owe him that much, "... need." Leonard shivered at the Vulcan's own ear tease. Then couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed Spock's shirt and pulled it up off him. Wrapped arms around those narrow shoulders, pressed their chests together, clawed at skin. Bit down again, into corded shoulder muscle this time. Muttered into the wound, "Jus keep touchin' me an' I promise ya it'll start feelin' more real."

[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.

“I am in the same condition Doctor, I need you….” and then he was leaning forward, taking that mouth in another hot kiss. This time his hands didn’t move to the others hair instead they worked at getting Leonard’s pants off. At least the hospital clothing was easier to get out of then the regulation pants that they normally had on. He pulled at the drawstring making the bottoms loose and then yanked both the pants and underwear from the Doctors hips.

Spock broke away from the kiss to look down at the heavy human penis, he licked his lips slowly as if he was going to eat Leonard but instead of eating him he pushed at his chest making him lay back against the cool floor. His right hand worked fast pulling the pants the rest of the way off as his left went straight for Leonard dick, slowly teasing him as he tugged gradually up and then back down just trying to invoke a response from the other.

[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 too busy thrusting up into that hand, too busy begging for more.

"Please.... don't tease. I-I dun think I can handle it." Proving his point, Leonard sat back up, hands scrambling for Spock's pants. There was no art in his execution. He pulled on the string, yanked both waistbands wide for clearance. Needed it, if what little he knew about Vulcan anatomy was true. Pants pushed down thighs, Leonard grasped the hard, superheated length that tapped against his arm. Worked up the nerve to look down at the cock he was starting to stroke. Might as well start the introductions. He had a feeling they were gonna get very familiar with each other before this was through.

It was everything he expected and kinda feared. Flushed dark green, very damn eager, and... long.

Mouth suddenly, urgently dry, Leonard pulled his head back up to latch lips onto Spock's mouth. Took everything the Vulcan gave him. Humbly searched for some courage amongst the offerings.

[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.

[my_god_man]

Well shit, there went that moment of courage. Not that Leonard didn't want to get it on -- hot damn, even thinking about it made his veins sing to the tune of 'Yes!' -- but.... well, Jesus, the man had extensive plumbing. And Leonard hadn't had his, eh, pipe worked on in a number of years. "Hold on, darlin'. We're gonna need an assist ta make this work."

Now where the hell would something lubricating, and safe for internal use, be kept in a science lab?

This wasn't Leonard's territory. He didn't know where to begin to look. Sighing both in impatience and agitation -- his brain could multitask like you wouldn't believe right now -- he looked back down at Spock. And momentarily forgot how to breathe as he took in the naked, fit, beautiful body before him. Aroused, wanting, desperate and waiting. For him. It was all for him. It... it was everything a secret part of him wanted, and more than any conscious part of him could hope for. Suddenly, that fear was gone.

"Spock, we need sum lube. Now."

[thevulcanfirst]

Spock found his breath and quickly recovered so that he could remember where something would be that could assist them in this predicament. His mind went over the manifesto that he had just checked a few days ago, his mind thinking of all the things that would be dangerous and then knocking them off the list. “Wait here as I find a sufficient substitute,” Spock moved quickly from under the doctor and went to over to a cupboard.

The Vulcan scanned the content of that cabinet and then shut the doors moving to the one next to it. He lifted his arm to the top shelf and even though he is pretty tall he had to stand on his tip toes just slightly to grab what he was looking for. He stepped back from the cupboard and moved to a table grabbing a tiny test tube he filled it half way up with water and then put what he had gotten from the cupboard. He didn’t turn around just yet, making sure first that it was in fact safe as he thought it would be.

“I apologize for this Doctor,” he spoke back still to Leonard. “I had to manufacture lubricant because I do not belive there is anything in this lab that would not in same way damage one of us or not work correctly for our needs.” He shook the test tube up a little watching as the blue tinted water became a little darker marking that it was done and ready for use.

[my_god_man]

Leonard watched that nubile body slip out from underneath him. Damn, that was sexy. Watching those tight muscles work over sharp bones, flexible joints bending on easy command. Watching the man somehow move gracefully even with that heavy, awkward weight hanging in front of him. Oooooh, Leonard wasn't sure he could wait.

As tempted as he was, he was definitely sure he couldn't touch himself. He was too damn hard up, apt wording aside. Only a few caresses -- poor inadequate caresses when compared to what he could have instead -- would be his undoing. And god only knew what Spock would do to scratch his own itch. Orgasm might loosen up a man... eh, so to speak. But not that much, if the Vulcan was feeling even a fraction of what Leonard was.

Question was... did Spock? Actually feel even remotely as aroused as he was? Because as much as Leonard loved his job, he was in no mood to whip up a hypo cocktail.

He sat there mutely watching Spock play chemist. Admittedly, most of the time he was just watching that ass. But hell, he felt impatient and neglected. Not to mention inadequate, with such a display of self-restraint. Did the Spores work on Vulcans the same? Or was Logic so hard-wired into their psyche, that they never experienced a thrilling sensation above a mild fluttering of their already spastic hearts and lungs?

Deciding to take matters into his own hands -- before he did take the matter in hand -- Leonard rose. Did some stalking of his own, flipping the tables on Spock. Not that he could truly surprise the man. Not in the conventional ways, anyway. Slowly came up behind that tall, slender form. Deceptively slender. Leonard knew it could take a lot of abuse, and dish back more. Knew that if he grabbed one of those delicate-looking wrists and spun the man around, it wouldn't break him. And if he pushed the man hard up against the table with his own body, the Vulcan could take it.

And if he said, dark and husky, "Then let's get on with it, man", Spock would finally pick up that challenge.

[thevulcanfirst]

The Vulcan’s eyes darkened at the words, his heart sped up to a heavy thudding on his left side, sure that it would pound right out of his body. Spock shoved back against Leonard challenging him right back. It wasn’t just sex anymore for Spock, it was a battle. He shoved the tube of blue lube into Leonard’s hand, his other hand sneaked down to grab the others ass pulling the doctor as close to him as possible. Being the slightly taller one Spock was the one looking down, if only by an inch. His eyes locked directly onto Leonard’s so unforgiving, unrelenting and then his hips were grinding against McCoy’s. Spock was ready for whatever was going to come his way. His eyes just daring Leonard to do anything, begging him to do everything, Spock was ready for all of it.

“Well why don’t you do something about it Doctor,” he said sharply running his free hand up into that all to perfect hair, taking a grip and pulling him down into a hard kiss. Spock’s teeth knocked against Leonard’s and he was sure he tasted his own green blood on his tongue mixed with a metallic tint that was purely sweet. His mouth didn’t stop there; he tilted his head and took the kiss to a whole new leave that had yet to be explored by either pair. Hungry and heated, warm, anger, love, everything was put into that moment as Spock moved against Leonard, moved with him, challenging him to take the control away from the normally controlled Vulcan.