FIC, Wherein Kirk and Spock Have Inadvisable Drunken Sex, Kirk/Spock, NC-17
Title: Wherein Kirk and Spock Have Inadvisable Drunken Sex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: See title for details. Also, Spock sort of fails forever at sexy talk.
Disclaimer: Well I certainly don’t own Star Trek
Word Count: 696 words
Spoilers: One tiny spoiler (sort of) from the ’09 movie, but you wouldn’t even know it was a spoiler unless you’d seen the movie
(Irrelevant) Author’s Note: You know what the bad part of Kirk/Spock fic is? I can’t use the word “cock.” Seriously, it just sounds silly to say “Kirk’s cock” or “Spock’s cock,” did you notice? The good part of Kirk/Spock is CHRIS PINE AND ZACHARY QUINTO, OH YEAH.
“We should not be doing this,” said Spock, on his back on Kirk’s bed, toes curling as Kirk pressed one cool, lube-slick finger inside of Spock’s ass. Spock’s fingers twisted into the sheets.
“Mmm, probably not,” said Kirk, nudging at Spock’s jaw with his nose and then kissing him: sloppy warm suction along the column of Spock’s throat, unexpectedly pleasant.
“We’re ineb-inebriated,” said Spock. “Our capacity to reason has been compromised.”
Kirk slipped another finger in and nibbled at Spock’s collarbone.
“My judgment has been impaired by Nyota ending our relationship,” said Spock. “Tomorrow you and I will both regret this.”
“Spock?” said Kirk. “Shut up.”
Kirk kissed him again-on the mouth, this time-and Spock (hesitantly) kissed back; opened to the soft slide of Kirk’s tongue against his lips. Spock’s hands crept up the bare skin of Kirk’s back.
When Kirk pushed his cock into Spock’s asshole, Spock made a small, hurt noise: unused to the sting, the burning stretch of entry, Kirk’s dick forced deep into Spock’s body. Kirk’s thumbs rubbed against Spock’s hips; soothing.
“God, you’re so-fuck, fuck, yeah-so tight-” said Kirk, muscles all bunched up under Spock’s palms, and Spock said (somewhat choked), “Considering that the sphincter’s primary function is to contract, and considering my lack of experience in this area, tightness is to be expected.”
“If you could never say ‘sphincter’ during sex again, that would be great,” said Kirk. Then: “-Wait, what do you mean ‘lack of experience’?”
“I’ll take your request into consideration,” said Spock, back arching when Kirk fucked in and brushed against Spock’s prostate with the head of his cock, and when Spock could speak again without saying anything embarrassing like Please, please, more or I like the way you feel in me, he said, “And by ‘lack of experience’ I mean that I-I-oh-I mean I have never had intercourse with a man before this.”
“No shit!” said Kirk. “Really? I’m popping your cherry right now?” he said, too boisterous and too crass and too much, as always, and Spock had no idea how he’d ever felt any attraction to him at all-would have gotten up and walked away if only Kirk hadn’t gotten the hang of rolling his hips just right, of rubbing against that place inside Spock that made Spock feel like he was flying apart, out and out into the solar system hung dark and glittering outside the ship.
“That is not-not precisely the language I would use to describe our copulation,” said Spock as Kirk wrapped his hand around Spock’s dick and dragged the pad of his thumb against the messy slit, against the ridge under its pink head, and Kirk said, “I know it isn’t, that’s why it’s so fun,” and grinned at him, always such a smartass and it shouldn’t have been charming but it was.
Spock buried his fingers in the bristly hair at the back of Kirk’s head and pulled him down and kissed him. Because he wanted to. Because he could. Kirk went with it-smiled against Spock’s mouth and pushed in, pushed and Spock squeezed his thighs around Kirk’s waist, leaned his head back onto the pillow and said, “Jim-” and came sticky between them, pale streaks of semen smeared wet on their stomachs and Kirk’s hand.
Spock couldn’t fathom the look Kirk gave him afterwards: intent, so strangely, unfamiliarly serious and Spock touched Kirk’s cheek-didn’t, didn’t exactly know what he was doing but it brought Kirk’s smile back, anyway, and Kirk turned to press a kiss to Spock’s palm. It felt…nice.
Then Kirk thrust in a little faster, a little more frantic and he panted into Spock’s shoulder, hot breath against Spock’s neck, and Spock put his hand on the hollow of Kirk’s back and urged him forward, told him, “You can-I want to feel you to orgasm in me,” and Kirk grunted (it might have been a laugh, or maybe a groan; Spock didn’t know) and squeezed his eyes shut and pushed, bit the white join between Spock’s neck and shoulder and fucked into him and fucked into him and came.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: See title for details. Also, Spock sort of fails forever at sexy talk.
Disclaimer: Well I certainly don’t own Star Trek
Word Count: 696 words
Spoilers: One tiny spoiler (sort of) from the ’09 movie, but you wouldn’t even know it was a spoiler unless you’d seen the movie
(Irrelevant) Author’s Note: You know what the bad part of Kirk/Spock fic is? I can’t use the word “cock.” Seriously, it just sounds silly to say “Kirk’s cock” or “Spock’s cock,” did you notice? The good part of Kirk/Spock is CHRIS PINE AND ZACHARY QUINTO, OH YEAH.
“We should not be doing this,” said Spock, on his back on Kirk’s bed, toes curling as Kirk pressed one cool, lube-slick finger inside of Spock’s ass. Spock’s fingers twisted into the sheets.
“Mmm, probably not,” said Kirk, nudging at Spock’s jaw with his nose and then kissing him: sloppy warm suction along the column of Spock’s throat, unexpectedly pleasant.
“We’re ineb-inebriated,” said Spock. “Our capacity to reason has been compromised.”
Kirk slipped another finger in and nibbled at Spock’s collarbone.
“My judgment has been impaired by Nyota ending our relationship,” said Spock. “Tomorrow you and I will both regret this.”
“Spock?” said Kirk. “Shut up.”
Kirk kissed him again-on the mouth, this time-and Spock (hesitantly) kissed back; opened to the soft slide of Kirk’s tongue against his lips. Spock’s hands crept up the bare skin of Kirk’s back.
When Kirk pushed his cock into Spock’s asshole, Spock made a small, hurt noise: unused to the sting, the burning stretch of entry, Kirk’s dick forced deep into Spock’s body. Kirk’s thumbs rubbed against Spock’s hips; soothing.
“God, you’re so-fuck, fuck, yeah-so tight-” said Kirk, muscles all bunched up under Spock’s palms, and Spock said (somewhat choked), “Considering that the sphincter’s primary function is to contract, and considering my lack of experience in this area, tightness is to be expected.”
“If you could never say ‘sphincter’ during sex again, that would be great,” said Kirk. Then: “-Wait, what do you mean ‘lack of experience’?”
“I’ll take your request into consideration,” said Spock, back arching when Kirk fucked in and brushed against Spock’s prostate with the head of his cock, and when Spock could speak again without saying anything embarrassing like Please, please, more or I like the way you feel in me, he said, “And by ‘lack of experience’ I mean that I-I-oh-I mean I have never had intercourse with a man before this.”
“No shit!” said Kirk. “Really? I’m popping your cherry right now?” he said, too boisterous and too crass and too much, as always, and Spock had no idea how he’d ever felt any attraction to him at all-would have gotten up and walked away if only Kirk hadn’t gotten the hang of rolling his hips just right, of rubbing against that place inside Spock that made Spock feel like he was flying apart, out and out into the solar system hung dark and glittering outside the ship.
“That is not-not precisely the language I would use to describe our copulation,” said Spock as Kirk wrapped his hand around Spock’s dick and dragged the pad of his thumb against the messy slit, against the ridge under its pink head, and Kirk said, “I know it isn’t, that’s why it’s so fun,” and grinned at him, always such a smartass and it shouldn’t have been charming but it was.
Spock buried his fingers in the bristly hair at the back of Kirk’s head and pulled him down and kissed him. Because he wanted to. Because he could. Kirk went with it-smiled against Spock’s mouth and pushed in, pushed and Spock squeezed his thighs around Kirk’s waist, leaned his head back onto the pillow and said, “Jim-” and came sticky between them, pale streaks of semen smeared wet on their stomachs and Kirk’s hand.
Spock couldn’t fathom the look Kirk gave him afterwards: intent, so strangely, unfamiliarly serious and Spock touched Kirk’s cheek-didn’t, didn’t exactly know what he was doing but it brought Kirk’s smile back, anyway, and Kirk turned to press a kiss to Spock’s palm. It felt…nice.
Then Kirk thrust in a little faster, a little more frantic and he panted into Spock’s shoulder, hot breath against Spock’s neck, and Spock put his hand on the hollow of Kirk’s back and urged him forward, told him, “You can-I want to feel you to orgasm in me,” and Kirk grunted (it might have been a laugh, or maybe a groan; Spock didn’t know) and squeezed his eyes shut and pushed, bit the white join between Spock’s neck and shoulder and fucked into him and fucked into him and came.