FIC: fundamental things 1/1 (ST:XI, Kirk/Spock)
fundamental things
By Keelywolfe
Fandom: ST:XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A kiss is just a kiss...
Notes: Seriously, I am not taking the blame for this one. This is all sithdragn's fault. Is anyone else noticing a trend here? I'm telling you she is beaming these smutty ideas right into my head! Just a short bit of pure smut on this one, guys, sorry about that! Someday I am going to write something with a nice plot. But not today. Tomorrow is not looking good either.
~*~
It was not traditional for Vulcans to kiss with their mouths, though Spock had occasionally indulged in the practice. It was that reason alone that the press of Kirk's mouth against his own made him catch his breath, he was certain, holding very still as the wet slide of a tongue traced the seam of his lips.
He had come to his Captain's quarters to play chess and that alone, not for the cumulating weeks of their flirtation to crest, for Jim to smile at him with cocksure warmth, to take Spock's face in his hands to do...to do this.
Belatedly, he stepped back, too quickly as Kirk's hands did not attempt to hold him and he stumbled clumsily, shoulder clipping against the wall as he straightened.
"What are you doing?" Spock tried to make his voice sharp, biting. Instead it was more like a breath, making him sound young and perhaps a little lost. He was not prepared for this, had not allowed himself to seriously consider it and yet, he did not pull away as Kirk stepped into him again, slowly, allowing Spock an escape that he was not certain he desired.
"I know, that isn't how Vulcans kiss," Jim said, and his eyes were terribly blue, the warmth of his smile shining in them as much as it curved his lips. "Here," Kirk murmured. He took Spock's unresisting hand in both of his own, fingertips resting lightly at Spock's wrist where his pulse leapt abruptly, a silvery throb that Jim could surely feel. "Maybe you'll like this."
Spock closed his eyes, unable to watch and still retain his tenuous control. Moist breath against his palm first, humid heat that translated into the barest touch of lips against his first finger, the lightest trace of a wet, soft tongue against the tip. Spock drew in a sharp, helpless breath and lost it all again in a choked shudder when Jim drew the length of his finger into the slick heat of his mouth. Hotter than he'd expected, Jim's mouth felt similar in heat to his own body temperate and yet...his thoughts faltered at the caress of a wet tongue against the pad of his finger, nerves instantly alight.
Jim's mouth was impossibly wet, the curl of his tongue over too-sensitive skin bordered on obscene as Jim sucked on his finger with low, wet sounds, letting it slip free into the cool air before sliding forward and taking it in again, encasing Spock once more in the sweet, plush heat of his mouth. Again, then again, working rhythmically until Jim pulled away and left him wet in the cool air. A wordless, rasping protest died in Spock's throat, unspoken, as Jim laved his tongue over the back of his knuckles, turning his attention to kissing each one, sucking and nibbling each tiny ridge.
He barely felt the fingertips that pressed against his own mouth, opened to them as automatically as a tiny bird, turning blindly into the touch and the press of salty fingertips against his tongue made him want to suck in his own turn. Hesitantly working his tongue around the invading presence, drawing breath sharply through his nose as Kirk's moan vibrated across his palm.
"Yeah, like that," Jim whispered hoarsely, nuzzling wetly into Spock's hand, and the edge of his teeth were sharp when Spock dared to suck, his own moan gratefully muffled. "Fuck. Yeah, do that, just..."
Whatever words Jim meant to say were bitten off as Jim grabbed Spock's hand in his own free one, holding it as his tongue laved frantically between Spock's fingers, leaving behind cool trails of crisscrossing dampness before he sucked Spock's first two fingers into his mouth again. The wall against his back startled him briefly, Spock had no memory of moving, his focus completely on the slick suction surrounding him, on trying to hold clumsily to his own rhythm, sucking and releasing, working his tongue over Jim's trembling fingers.
Hips ground against his own, a hard line of heat against his hip and he dimly recognized that it was Jim's erection, Jim thrusting against him in time to the hot suction around Spock's own fingers, and Jim was whimpering, sounds that should have been humiliating were instead as brightly arousing as anything else in this. Warm fingers curled around his free hand, bringing it down between them but he couldn't spare any attention for that, for the hot, clothed length of Kirk's erection pressed into his palm. There was only the tight vacuum of Kirk's mouth surrounding him, the flaring of sensation at every faint scrape of teeth, and the wet sounds as they slid between eager, reddened lips again and again.
It was impossible to lock his throat against the faint sound that escaped him as he crested, a tiny, strained groan that creaked past Kirk's fingers and his own lips, utterly impossible and he didn't care, not with the pleasure soaring in him, red heat behind his eyes as Jim sucked hard, pulling his fingers in deeply and letting his teeth scrape the length of them as he pulled away only to draw him in again. It was obscene, a mimicry of Vulcan ways and all Spock could do was sag against the wall behind him, drawing in sobbing breaths around the slim fingers still resting laxly on his tongue.
They withdrew abruptly, leaving him empty only to stiffen in shock as that same wet mouth that had tormented him suddenly covered his own, swollen lips wincing against him as Jim licked into his mouth.
"No, you don't get to stop now," Jim whispered fiercely, gripping Spock's captured hand roughly, mauling him against the insistent pressure of his cock. "C'mon, you can do this. You can, I know you can--"
Hot murmurs disguising horrifying words even as Jim silenced himself, rubbing his mouth over Spock's and slipping a finger inside again for the both of them to lick around. Encouraging and cajoling until Spock followed his insistent touch, slid his hand into the front of Jim's trousers and here was more heat, wetness against the palm of his hand as the swollen head grazed it.
It was less a forethought than an instinct to wrap his hand around it, blinking dazedly as Jim shuddered against him, his entirely body shaking. More wetness rushing against his hand in hot spurts, startling him and he bit lightly at the tip of Jim's finger, watched that tiny pain flare in depths of Jim's eyes before they slipped closed and Jim dropped his head to rest it on Spock's shoulder, sweat-slick cheek against Spock's neck as Jim gasped through his own pleasure.
Long moments passed before Jim finally pulled his hand free, reclaiming it and Spock let his captive finger go with reluctance and a last soft lick before pulling his own hand stiffly from Jim's pants. The wetness on it would have to be endured as he refused to do what Jim probably expected and wipe it on his own trousers, although there was a small temptation to clean his hands on Jim and return this particular gift to its owner.
Or it was possible Jim had not even considered such a thing, as when he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and weak, and he did not lift his head from Spock's shoulder. "I'm almost positive that wasn't what I meant to do."
"And yet you did." His own voice was neutral and calm, Spock noted without pride, but Jim stiffening against him was unexpected and most unwelcome. When Kirk would have stepped away and put some distance between them, Spock took unabashed advantage of his own superior strength and held him where he was, ignoring the slight resentful squirming until Jim gave in and relaxed against him.
"As I have said, Vulcan hands are quite sensitive. But that does not mean I am incapable of separating that sensitivity from my own wants." Sensitive indeed, enough that he felt the minute change when Jim truly eased, lifting his face from its hiding place enough to reach Spock's ear and the light, damp touch of his tongue against the lobe sent a helpless shiver tracing down Spock's spine.
"Then what do you want?" Jim murmured into the cup of his ear, the tip of his tongue tracing each whorl wetly until Spock had to swallow, little more than a dry click.
"I believe," Spock cleared his throat faintly. "That I want to see what else your mouth is capable of doing."
He felt Jim's grin before he saw it, already following the pull of hands dragging him to the floor and he barely had time for a wry thought as he buried his own hands in the sweaty tangle of Kirk's hair, that he was quite certain that this wasn't what he had intended at the beginning of the night either.
Then the heat of Jim's mouth covered his own and Spock allowed himself to indulge, just a little, in his Human side.
-finis-
By Keelywolfe
Fandom: ST:XI
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A kiss is just a kiss...
Notes: Seriously, I am not taking the blame for this one. This is all sithdragn's fault. Is anyone else noticing a trend here? I'm telling you she is beaming these smutty ideas right into my head! Just a short bit of pure smut on this one, guys, sorry about that! Someday I am going to write something with a nice plot. But not today. Tomorrow is not looking good either.
~*~
It was not traditional for Vulcans to kiss with their mouths, though Spock had occasionally indulged in the practice. It was that reason alone that the press of Kirk's mouth against his own made him catch his breath, he was certain, holding very still as the wet slide of a tongue traced the seam of his lips.
He had come to his Captain's quarters to play chess and that alone, not for the cumulating weeks of their flirtation to crest, for Jim to smile at him with cocksure warmth, to take Spock's face in his hands to do...to do this.
Belatedly, he stepped back, too quickly as Kirk's hands did not attempt to hold him and he stumbled clumsily, shoulder clipping against the wall as he straightened.
"What are you doing?" Spock tried to make his voice sharp, biting. Instead it was more like a breath, making him sound young and perhaps a little lost. He was not prepared for this, had not allowed himself to seriously consider it and yet, he did not pull away as Kirk stepped into him again, slowly, allowing Spock an escape that he was not certain he desired.
"I know, that isn't how Vulcans kiss," Jim said, and his eyes were terribly blue, the warmth of his smile shining in them as much as it curved his lips. "Here," Kirk murmured. He took Spock's unresisting hand in both of his own, fingertips resting lightly at Spock's wrist where his pulse leapt abruptly, a silvery throb that Jim could surely feel. "Maybe you'll like this."
Spock closed his eyes, unable to watch and still retain his tenuous control. Moist breath against his palm first, humid heat that translated into the barest touch of lips against his first finger, the lightest trace of a wet, soft tongue against the tip. Spock drew in a sharp, helpless breath and lost it all again in a choked shudder when Jim drew the length of his finger into the slick heat of his mouth. Hotter than he'd expected, Jim's mouth felt similar in heat to his own body temperate and yet...his thoughts faltered at the caress of a wet tongue against the pad of his finger, nerves instantly alight.
Jim's mouth was impossibly wet, the curl of his tongue over too-sensitive skin bordered on obscene as Jim sucked on his finger with low, wet sounds, letting it slip free into the cool air before sliding forward and taking it in again, encasing Spock once more in the sweet, plush heat of his mouth. Again, then again, working rhythmically until Jim pulled away and left him wet in the cool air. A wordless, rasping protest died in Spock's throat, unspoken, as Jim laved his tongue over the back of his knuckles, turning his attention to kissing each one, sucking and nibbling each tiny ridge.
He barely felt the fingertips that pressed against his own mouth, opened to them as automatically as a tiny bird, turning blindly into the touch and the press of salty fingertips against his tongue made him want to suck in his own turn. Hesitantly working his tongue around the invading presence, drawing breath sharply through his nose as Kirk's moan vibrated across his palm.
"Yeah, like that," Jim whispered hoarsely, nuzzling wetly into Spock's hand, and the edge of his teeth were sharp when Spock dared to suck, his own moan gratefully muffled. "Fuck. Yeah, do that, just..."
Whatever words Jim meant to say were bitten off as Jim grabbed Spock's hand in his own free one, holding it as his tongue laved frantically between Spock's fingers, leaving behind cool trails of crisscrossing dampness before he sucked Spock's first two fingers into his mouth again. The wall against his back startled him briefly, Spock had no memory of moving, his focus completely on the slick suction surrounding him, on trying to hold clumsily to his own rhythm, sucking and releasing, working his tongue over Jim's trembling fingers.
Hips ground against his own, a hard line of heat against his hip and he dimly recognized that it was Jim's erection, Jim thrusting against him in time to the hot suction around Spock's own fingers, and Jim was whimpering, sounds that should have been humiliating were instead as brightly arousing as anything else in this. Warm fingers curled around his free hand, bringing it down between them but he couldn't spare any attention for that, for the hot, clothed length of Kirk's erection pressed into his palm. There was only the tight vacuum of Kirk's mouth surrounding him, the flaring of sensation at every faint scrape of teeth, and the wet sounds as they slid between eager, reddened lips again and again.
It was impossible to lock his throat against the faint sound that escaped him as he crested, a tiny, strained groan that creaked past Kirk's fingers and his own lips, utterly impossible and he didn't care, not with the pleasure soaring in him, red heat behind his eyes as Jim sucked hard, pulling his fingers in deeply and letting his teeth scrape the length of them as he pulled away only to draw him in again. It was obscene, a mimicry of Vulcan ways and all Spock could do was sag against the wall behind him, drawing in sobbing breaths around the slim fingers still resting laxly on his tongue.
They withdrew abruptly, leaving him empty only to stiffen in shock as that same wet mouth that had tormented him suddenly covered his own, swollen lips wincing against him as Jim licked into his mouth.
"No, you don't get to stop now," Jim whispered fiercely, gripping Spock's captured hand roughly, mauling him against the insistent pressure of his cock. "C'mon, you can do this. You can, I know you can--"
Hot murmurs disguising horrifying words even as Jim silenced himself, rubbing his mouth over Spock's and slipping a finger inside again for the both of them to lick around. Encouraging and cajoling until Spock followed his insistent touch, slid his hand into the front of Jim's trousers and here was more heat, wetness against the palm of his hand as the swollen head grazed it.
It was less a forethought than an instinct to wrap his hand around it, blinking dazedly as Jim shuddered against him, his entirely body shaking. More wetness rushing against his hand in hot spurts, startling him and he bit lightly at the tip of Jim's finger, watched that tiny pain flare in depths of Jim's eyes before they slipped closed and Jim dropped his head to rest it on Spock's shoulder, sweat-slick cheek against Spock's neck as Jim gasped through his own pleasure.
Long moments passed before Jim finally pulled his hand free, reclaiming it and Spock let his captive finger go with reluctance and a last soft lick before pulling his own hand stiffly from Jim's pants. The wetness on it would have to be endured as he refused to do what Jim probably expected and wipe it on his own trousers, although there was a small temptation to clean his hands on Jim and return this particular gift to its owner.
Or it was possible Jim had not even considered such a thing, as when he finally spoke, his voice was shaky and weak, and he did not lift his head from Spock's shoulder. "I'm almost positive that wasn't what I meant to do."
"And yet you did." His own voice was neutral and calm, Spock noted without pride, but Jim stiffening against him was unexpected and most unwelcome. When Kirk would have stepped away and put some distance between them, Spock took unabashed advantage of his own superior strength and held him where he was, ignoring the slight resentful squirming until Jim gave in and relaxed against him.
"As I have said, Vulcan hands are quite sensitive. But that does not mean I am incapable of separating that sensitivity from my own wants." Sensitive indeed, enough that he felt the minute change when Jim truly eased, lifting his face from its hiding place enough to reach Spock's ear and the light, damp touch of his tongue against the lobe sent a helpless shiver tracing down Spock's spine.
"Then what do you want?" Jim murmured into the cup of his ear, the tip of his tongue tracing each whorl wetly until Spock had to swallow, little more than a dry click.
"I believe," Spock cleared his throat faintly. "That I want to see what else your mouth is capable of doing."
He felt Jim's grin before he saw it, already following the pull of hands dragging him to the floor and he barely had time for a wry thought as he buried his own hands in the sweaty tangle of Kirk's hair, that he was quite certain that this wasn't what he had intended at the beginning of the night either.
Then the heat of Jim's mouth covered his own and Spock allowed himself to indulge, just a little, in his Human side.
-finis-