Fic: Truck Chasing (for marlee813)
Title: Truck Chasing
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3000
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: "You're like a starving dog running after a speeding wagon because it drops a small morsel once in a while and ignoring the table with a feast."
Author's Note: Written for marlee813 for Christmas. A very belated Christmas present. Hope you like it!
Sometimes Jim thought Spock looked better like this, when he was a hundred meters away on the other side of the mess hall. The distance managed to trick his eyes into adjusting Spock's blurred body into one that was quite simply amazing. At this distance, Spock's perfection was a clever illusion, fake. Jim could breathe a sigh of relief in knowing he was projecting his desires on an undefined form.
Then Spock would turn from where he was facing and make his way over to Jim. That imagined form that his mind created would materialize right before his eyes.
Only it was even better. There were so many details that his mind could never truly conceive. He couldn't imagine the dry tone of his voice when he made a joke, the tilt of his head when he was confused or inquisitive, the length of his fingers and the grace with which he used them. The color of his eyes.
"You are so fucked, Jim."
Jim blinked, the daydream of Spock dissolving into a crowded mess hall and Bones' scowling face. Damn it. Jim was doing it again. It wasn't even imagining Spock doing dirty things. Only the twitch of his lips and the twinkle in his eyes. It had been so much easier when Spock had been in a relationship with Uhura. Jim let his head fall to the counter with a light thump. "I know," Jim groaned.
Bones sighed. Jim could remember when those sighs were full of exasperation, now they were full of sympathy. "Why don't you avoid him this shore leave?"
Jim looked up at him in surprise. "Avoid him? But I like hanging out with Spock."
"I know you do," Bones said. "But that just keeps feeding into this crush of yours. You're like a starving dog running after a speeding wagon because it drops a small morsel once in a while and ignoring the table with a feast."
Jim frowned and picked up his coffee. "Yeah, but the wagon gives perfectly cooked pieces of prime rib. And fries. And desserts. All that table has is mushy bland food not fit for a dog."
Bones rolled his eyes. "You're going to die of starvation before you catch that wagon."
"Not if I keep following it, and it keeps dropping treats.” Jim frowned and shook his head. “Can we get out of this weird metaphor you've made up?" he asked.
"Sure," Bones growled. "Fucking avoid him. I had to make a huge up roar about crew morale and mental health to get us this nice extended shore leave, and there are a lot of other crew members you could get to know in that time. Spock isn't the only one."
"I don't want them to feel awkward, like they can't do what they normally do because they'll get in trouble."
"Yanno, a lot of the crew doesn't go out and do things that could get them in trouble? Most of the crew doesn't go clubbing and drinking. Those are the only crew you see."
Jim frowned and sat back. Bones did have a point. "But I like drinking."
"Then go drinking. Just don't drag Spock along like you normally do."
Jim's head knew that Bones was right. He'd just have to convince that ache in his chest.
=//\\=
It wasn't until a few days later that he realized how easy it had been to actually forget Spock. A few shots at the overpriced club's bar to get him underway and soon he had been distracted by the flashing of the lights and the thump of the music and the pressing of bodies. In particular a lovely little Andorian who wrapped zer arms around his neck and whispered to him all the dirty little things ze'd love to do with him.
That night (and the next day and night after that) was definitely going to be filed into his future spanking material.
Jim hadn't thought of him most of his shore leave until he quite literally bumped into Spock and Uhura in one of the smaller clubs on the starbase.
Jim blinked through the haze of the room smoke and his own drunken mind. He was sure he was hallucinating for a moment. How else would he see Spock here? Spock's nod of acknowledgment was perfect though, so he must be real.
"Kirk, you better be about to fall over," he heard Uhura say.
He looked down to see he had grabbed Uhura's shoulders. He glanced down at the red dress-framed cleavage pressed against him. It was amazing how uninspiring they suddenly looked when he felt Spock's gaze on him.
Uhura looked at him more amused than annoyed. Which was good. A girl wearing this kind of dress and being defensive about it was just a bitch, and Uhura wasn't.
"Well, come on!" Jim said, putting his arms around both their shoulders and steering them to the table he had left Bones at. Spock was stiff beside him, but Jim was sure it was because of the press of everyone else. In fact, Jim couldn't even remember why having Spock here was a bad thing. When Bones saw Spock and gave him a pointed look, Jim ignored it.
"You go off to get us drinks but bring them instead?" Bones grouched when they sat down at the tiny table.
"I see where your priorities lie," Uhura smiled sardonically.
"Your company is lovely, but isn't quite the cure for surviving this place," Bones said.
"You picked it," Jim said.
Bones glared. "No. You did."
Jim paused to think on it. Oh yeah, he did. He just smiled widely.
He looked over to Spock, who was as quiet as he normally was in these situation. Up on the Enterprise, Spock could talk forever if you put him on the right topic. Jim wasn't sure if Spock was distracted by all the people being around him, or if he thought it was illogical and inefficient to speak in such a noisy environment.
Spock raised an eyebrow at him, but it wasn't until Bones kicked him under the table that Jim realized he was staring. He scowled at Bones for not letting Jim indulge, and at himself for indulging, though he still couldn't remember why it was a bad thing.
"So, Spock," Jim said, turning back to him. "What'd she have to bribe you will to get you to come here?"
Spock straightened in a way Jim liked to think was huffy with a touch of pride. "I do not need to be bribed to attend such a... venue."
"I promised to let him help me update the linguistic databanks," Uhura said with a smile.
Jim couldn't help but laugh. Usually she would have to bribe anyone to help her. Jim usually bribed Spock with away team slots for the scientific missions. Not that Jim could ever refuse when Spock asked.
The music shifted from impossibly fast to a quick, but more manageable tempo. Jim had never heard the song, but the beat thumped pleasantly through him. "I wanna dance," He said suddenly. He turned to Bones, leaning into him. "Come dance with me."
"Hell no," Bones said without hesitation. "God knows what diseases are being spread out there."
"If you were truly worried, you would not permit any crew member to come to places such as this," Spock chimed in.
Bones scowled and stood. At first Jim thought he was going to go dance to spite Spock, but he said, "I'm going to go get drinks and actually get them." He looked to Spock and Uhura. "Would you like me to get you anything?"
"Cardassian Sunrise," Uhura said as Spock shook is head.
McCoy walked away, not needing to ask what Jim would want to drink. They'd gone to enough bars in the academy for them to know what they both liked.
Jim looked back to the rest of his prospective dance partners. He glanced at Spock, but dismissed the idea; he wasn't masochistic enough to be purposefully rejected. He finally looked at Uhura. "How about you? You ready to dance?"
Uhura shot Spock a sideways glance. "Maybe after a drink or two."
Jim nodded as he stood. Cardassian Sunrises were best cold, and it wouldn't stay cold long here.
Jim made his way to the dance floor and slipped into the crowd. There was no one person he was dancing with, but he certainly didn't feel alone. The beat of the music pounded through them all like they were all a part of some crazed hive mind. Jim didn't know how long he'd been out there, his mind blanking out.
"Jim."
If the press of the bodies hadn't made it impossible, Jim would have collapsed onto the floor from his knees growing so weak at the sound of that voice. He managed to turn around, and he didn't need the flashing of the lights to know it was Spock in front of him. Jim didn't know how he could distinguish Spock from the rest of the people around, but he was hyper aware of him. Even with everyone else around them, he could smell him, feel the heat of him, hear his panting breath.
"May I have this dance?" Spock asked.
It was a ridiculous question in this context, in the middle of the floor of a techno club where dancing meant grinding against each other. But it was so Spock.
Jim grinned in a way he was sure was goofy before wrapping his arms around Spock's neck and pulling him close. Jim didn't feel any evidence against his own half-hard dick that Spock was aroused, but that was okay. Jim was fine with (as Bones would put it) the metaphorical scraps of food Spock was dropping him. His willingness to come out and dance with him was certainly a larger morsel than he was used to.
Spock was jerky and awkward at first, but just like with everything else, he learned quickly. Soon he was moving smoothly against Jim with the flow of the crowd. The music started feeling like a second heart beat as they danced along with the people around them.
Jim wasn't sure if Spock was getting more comfortable with their contact or if more people were pushing onto the dance floor, but any of the space that had been between Jim and Spock was gone. As much as Jim tried to hold back, he couldn't stop himself from completely hardening. There was no way he could keep himself from being affected.
"You are aroused," Spock spoke, his lips so close Jim could swear he felt them brush against his ear. "Why is that?" There was no teasing in the question, only his scientific curiosity voice.
Why was that sexier than just teasing?
In the back of Jim's mind, he had the impression he should be embarrassed that Spock noticed. But he felt so good. Why should he feel embarrassed? "You." He was bumped and accidentally scrapped his teeth against the shell of Spock's ear. "It's you."
Spock stiffened and separated them. Jim had only a moment to wonder if he said the wrong thing before he was forcibly tugged through the crowd by a hand he hadn't noticed on his wrist.
Jim allowed himself to be pulled through the press of bodies. It was slow going made unbearable by the fact he had time to wonder what he'd done, and what Spock was going to do when they got where he wanted them to go. All Jim could imagine was a stern Vulcan talking-to scolding him about sexual harassment. Was it horrible that Jim was rather aroused by the thought? Oh God, what if he spanked him?
The door to the bathroom dampened most of the noise of the club when it closed so the only thing that could be heard, more felt, was the deep bass. When Spock led them to the cramped stall at the end of the row and reached around Jim to lock the door.
"I-" Jim started, unsure if he was planning on apologizing or explaining it away as a joke. Jim didn't have the opportunity to figure anything out before he was suddenly slammed into the door behind him. He gasped and felt a tongue invade his mouth.
Jim's mind was frozen in shock, but his body's instincts luckily took over for him and he was kissing Spock back. When Jim's mind came back online, he wasn't much more cognitive.
He was drowning in Spock. His taste was more intoxicating than the drinks he'd had earlier. Spock's smell, the heat pouring off of him, the feel of him and the sudden surprising feel of a hard cock pressed against Jim's hip was made more acute by the lack of others around them.
"I didn't," Jim started before he was momentarily stopped by Spock's mouth back on his. "I didn't think you thought about me this way."
"I confess, I did not either," Spock mumbled, and God, his voice was ragged and yet completely under Spock's control.
Jim gripped Spock's shoulders tightly, making a feeble attempt at stilling him. "Wait. Wait, you're not drunk are you?"
"Not in the conventional sense," Spock said.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Jim groaned, tightening his grip on Spock's shoulder, but really doing nothing to remove the mouth that had latched itself to Jim's throat.
Spock rolled his hips and Jim's mind blanked out long enough to miss the beginning of Spock's reply. "--no beverages, there were many beings pressed into that room, none of them having a strong mental control--"
Jim suddenly wondered why he had even bothered to ask. He had Spock right here, willing and ready if the hard length against his own was to be believed. Spock wasn't drunk, and Jim knew this wasn't a flippant decision on his end; that was all Jim needed to know.
"You need to fuck me," Jim moaned. "Right fucking now."
Spock shook his head. "We have nothing for lubrication."
"Spock," Jim groaned, his head hitting the door hard. The pain was sharp and helped Jim think clearer a moment. Shit, Spock was right. "Fine. Later. Later? There’ll be a later, right?"
Spock nodded. "Later," he promised.
They both undid their pants. Spock's fingers were as efficient as always while Jim struggled to open his jeans. They had been tight before, but with Spock so close it was becoming painful. He gave a sigh in relief as he finally yanked the zipper open and gave himself some room.
Jim didn't even have a chance to shimmy his jeans down before Spock was back on him. Spock's hands were hot and bruising on Jim's thighs as he suddenly lifted him up and pressed him against the stained tile of the wall.
Jim quickly wrapped his legs around Spock's hips, his boot kicking the wall of the neighboring stall with a loud bang.
Spock rocked his hips forward, his erection brushing teasingly against Jim's own. He looked down. This wasn't the first time he'd seen Spock's dick (the only reason Spock doesn't bring up that horrible fiasco Jim caused was because he didn't want to remind anyone of the streaking they had to do through a crowded city), but it was the first time it was erect. It was long and thin, and a dark green color. It almost looked like it was a fucking native fertility idol chiseled from emerald.
Jim reached down and wrapped his hands around both of their cocks, squeezing them together. His hand was sweaty and allowed for just enough friction and just enough slickness to be fantastic. Against Jim's own length, Spock certainly wasn't a cold piece of stone. The heat was almost searing the underside of his cock.
Spock was breathing in harsh breaths, pressing closer and burying his face against Jim's neck. Jim mouthed at Spock's pointed ear as he quickened his jerking, unconsciously matching the rhythm of the bass.
Spock began to thrust up into Jim's hand, following the lead of the music to become fucking perfectly timed with Jim's strokes. Spock's grip on Jim's thighs tightened to be bruising.
It didn't take long before they were both coming. Jim gave a loud shout. Spock was not as vocal, but the semen splashing on his hand was as hot at the dick in his hand.
Spock held Jim up against the wall for a long time as they both calmed down. It seemed to almost take all of Spock's effort to extract his fingers from Jim's thighs. Jim was thankful for the wall behind him and Spock pressed before him. Otherwise, he's sure he'd be on the ground (and he did not want to touch that floor).
"I can't even tell you how long I've wanted you," Jim admitted. He must still be tipsy; there was no way he'd willingly talk about this if he was sober.
"I as well," Spock said, his face still pressed against Jim's neck.
"I thought you said you didn't." Granted, Jim hadn't been focusing too much on what they had been saying.
"I had been attracted to you intellectually for months; however I was not sure if I would be able to sexually satisfy either of us." Spock lifted his head to press their cheeks together. "I also did not know if you were attracted to me in return. You would ask me to join you at clubs, but never request I dance with you. I became much less confident when you did not invite me this shore leave to accompany you. However, at Uhura's urging and aid, I decided to attempt becoming physically closer to you."
Jim smiled widely and wrapped his arms around Spock's shoulders. It was ridiculous in this context, having them both confess their affections in a grungy club bathroom. But it was so perfect, Jim couldn't give a fuck. "I didn't have to catch the truck; it almost ran me over."
Spock pulled back to look at Jim, his brow drawn together in confusion. Jim laughed and promised to explain later. Because there would be a later.
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3000
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Summary: "You're like a starving dog running after a speeding wagon because it drops a small morsel once in a while and ignoring the table with a feast."
Author's Note: Written for marlee813 for Christmas. A very belated Christmas present. Hope you like it!
Sometimes Jim thought Spock looked better like this, when he was a hundred meters away on the other side of the mess hall. The distance managed to trick his eyes into adjusting Spock's blurred body into one that was quite simply amazing. At this distance, Spock's perfection was a clever illusion, fake. Jim could breathe a sigh of relief in knowing he was projecting his desires on an undefined form.
Then Spock would turn from where he was facing and make his way over to Jim. That imagined form that his mind created would materialize right before his eyes.
Only it was even better. There were so many details that his mind could never truly conceive. He couldn't imagine the dry tone of his voice when he made a joke, the tilt of his head when he was confused or inquisitive, the length of his fingers and the grace with which he used them. The color of his eyes.
"You are so fucked, Jim."
Jim blinked, the daydream of Spock dissolving into a crowded mess hall and Bones' scowling face. Damn it. Jim was doing it again. It wasn't even imagining Spock doing dirty things. Only the twitch of his lips and the twinkle in his eyes. It had been so much easier when Spock had been in a relationship with Uhura. Jim let his head fall to the counter with a light thump. "I know," Jim groaned.
Bones sighed. Jim could remember when those sighs were full of exasperation, now they were full of sympathy. "Why don't you avoid him this shore leave?"
Jim looked up at him in surprise. "Avoid him? But I like hanging out with Spock."
"I know you do," Bones said. "But that just keeps feeding into this crush of yours. You're like a starving dog running after a speeding wagon because it drops a small morsel once in a while and ignoring the table with a feast."
Jim frowned and picked up his coffee. "Yeah, but the wagon gives perfectly cooked pieces of prime rib. And fries. And desserts. All that table has is mushy bland food not fit for a dog."
Bones rolled his eyes. "You're going to die of starvation before you catch that wagon."
"Not if I keep following it, and it keeps dropping treats.” Jim frowned and shook his head. “Can we get out of this weird metaphor you've made up?" he asked.
"Sure," Bones growled. "Fucking avoid him. I had to make a huge up roar about crew morale and mental health to get us this nice extended shore leave, and there are a lot of other crew members you could get to know in that time. Spock isn't the only one."
"I don't want them to feel awkward, like they can't do what they normally do because they'll get in trouble."
"Yanno, a lot of the crew doesn't go out and do things that could get them in trouble? Most of the crew doesn't go clubbing and drinking. Those are the only crew you see."
Jim frowned and sat back. Bones did have a point. "But I like drinking."
"Then go drinking. Just don't drag Spock along like you normally do."
Jim's head knew that Bones was right. He'd just have to convince that ache in his chest.
=//\\=
It wasn't until a few days later that he realized how easy it had been to actually forget Spock. A few shots at the overpriced club's bar to get him underway and soon he had been distracted by the flashing of the lights and the thump of the music and the pressing of bodies. In particular a lovely little Andorian who wrapped zer arms around his neck and whispered to him all the dirty little things ze'd love to do with him.
That night (and the next day and night after that) was definitely going to be filed into his future spanking material.
Jim hadn't thought of him most of his shore leave until he quite literally bumped into Spock and Uhura in one of the smaller clubs on the starbase.
Jim blinked through the haze of the room smoke and his own drunken mind. He was sure he was hallucinating for a moment. How else would he see Spock here? Spock's nod of acknowledgment was perfect though, so he must be real.
"Kirk, you better be about to fall over," he heard Uhura say.
He looked down to see he had grabbed Uhura's shoulders. He glanced down at the red dress-framed cleavage pressed against him. It was amazing how uninspiring they suddenly looked when he felt Spock's gaze on him.
Uhura looked at him more amused than annoyed. Which was good. A girl wearing this kind of dress and being defensive about it was just a bitch, and Uhura wasn't.
"Well, come on!" Jim said, putting his arms around both their shoulders and steering them to the table he had left Bones at. Spock was stiff beside him, but Jim was sure it was because of the press of everyone else. In fact, Jim couldn't even remember why having Spock here was a bad thing. When Bones saw Spock and gave him a pointed look, Jim ignored it.
"You go off to get us drinks but bring them instead?" Bones grouched when they sat down at the tiny table.
"I see where your priorities lie," Uhura smiled sardonically.
"Your company is lovely, but isn't quite the cure for surviving this place," Bones said.
"You picked it," Jim said.
Bones glared. "No. You did."
Jim paused to think on it. Oh yeah, he did. He just smiled widely.
He looked over to Spock, who was as quiet as he normally was in these situation. Up on the Enterprise, Spock could talk forever if you put him on the right topic. Jim wasn't sure if Spock was distracted by all the people being around him, or if he thought it was illogical and inefficient to speak in such a noisy environment.
Spock raised an eyebrow at him, but it wasn't until Bones kicked him under the table that Jim realized he was staring. He scowled at Bones for not letting Jim indulge, and at himself for indulging, though he still couldn't remember why it was a bad thing.
"So, Spock," Jim said, turning back to him. "What'd she have to bribe you will to get you to come here?"
Spock straightened in a way Jim liked to think was huffy with a touch of pride. "I do not need to be bribed to attend such a... venue."
"I promised to let him help me update the linguistic databanks," Uhura said with a smile.
Jim couldn't help but laugh. Usually she would have to bribe anyone to help her. Jim usually bribed Spock with away team slots for the scientific missions. Not that Jim could ever refuse when Spock asked.
The music shifted from impossibly fast to a quick, but more manageable tempo. Jim had never heard the song, but the beat thumped pleasantly through him. "I wanna dance," He said suddenly. He turned to Bones, leaning into him. "Come dance with me."
"Hell no," Bones said without hesitation. "God knows what diseases are being spread out there."
"If you were truly worried, you would not permit any crew member to come to places such as this," Spock chimed in.
Bones scowled and stood. At first Jim thought he was going to go dance to spite Spock, but he said, "I'm going to go get drinks and actually get them." He looked to Spock and Uhura. "Would you like me to get you anything?"
"Cardassian Sunrise," Uhura said as Spock shook is head.
McCoy walked away, not needing to ask what Jim would want to drink. They'd gone to enough bars in the academy for them to know what they both liked.
Jim looked back to the rest of his prospective dance partners. He glanced at Spock, but dismissed the idea; he wasn't masochistic enough to be purposefully rejected. He finally looked at Uhura. "How about you? You ready to dance?"
Uhura shot Spock a sideways glance. "Maybe after a drink or two."
Jim nodded as he stood. Cardassian Sunrises were best cold, and it wouldn't stay cold long here.
Jim made his way to the dance floor and slipped into the crowd. There was no one person he was dancing with, but he certainly didn't feel alone. The beat of the music pounded through them all like they were all a part of some crazed hive mind. Jim didn't know how long he'd been out there, his mind blanking out.
"Jim."
If the press of the bodies hadn't made it impossible, Jim would have collapsed onto the floor from his knees growing so weak at the sound of that voice. He managed to turn around, and he didn't need the flashing of the lights to know it was Spock in front of him. Jim didn't know how he could distinguish Spock from the rest of the people around, but he was hyper aware of him. Even with everyone else around them, he could smell him, feel the heat of him, hear his panting breath.
"May I have this dance?" Spock asked.
It was a ridiculous question in this context, in the middle of the floor of a techno club where dancing meant grinding against each other. But it was so Spock.
Jim grinned in a way he was sure was goofy before wrapping his arms around Spock's neck and pulling him close. Jim didn't feel any evidence against his own half-hard dick that Spock was aroused, but that was okay. Jim was fine with (as Bones would put it) the metaphorical scraps of food Spock was dropping him. His willingness to come out and dance with him was certainly a larger morsel than he was used to.
Spock was jerky and awkward at first, but just like with everything else, he learned quickly. Soon he was moving smoothly against Jim with the flow of the crowd. The music started feeling like a second heart beat as they danced along with the people around them.
Jim wasn't sure if Spock was getting more comfortable with their contact or if more people were pushing onto the dance floor, but any of the space that had been between Jim and Spock was gone. As much as Jim tried to hold back, he couldn't stop himself from completely hardening. There was no way he could keep himself from being affected.
"You are aroused," Spock spoke, his lips so close Jim could swear he felt them brush against his ear. "Why is that?" There was no teasing in the question, only his scientific curiosity voice.
Why was that sexier than just teasing?
In the back of Jim's mind, he had the impression he should be embarrassed that Spock noticed. But he felt so good. Why should he feel embarrassed? "You." He was bumped and accidentally scrapped his teeth against the shell of Spock's ear. "It's you."
Spock stiffened and separated them. Jim had only a moment to wonder if he said the wrong thing before he was forcibly tugged through the crowd by a hand he hadn't noticed on his wrist.
Jim allowed himself to be pulled through the press of bodies. It was slow going made unbearable by the fact he had time to wonder what he'd done, and what Spock was going to do when they got where he wanted them to go. All Jim could imagine was a stern Vulcan talking-to scolding him about sexual harassment. Was it horrible that Jim was rather aroused by the thought? Oh God, what if he spanked him?
The door to the bathroom dampened most of the noise of the club when it closed so the only thing that could be heard, more felt, was the deep bass. When Spock led them to the cramped stall at the end of the row and reached around Jim to lock the door.
"I-" Jim started, unsure if he was planning on apologizing or explaining it away as a joke. Jim didn't have the opportunity to figure anything out before he was suddenly slammed into the door behind him. He gasped and felt a tongue invade his mouth.
Jim's mind was frozen in shock, but his body's instincts luckily took over for him and he was kissing Spock back. When Jim's mind came back online, he wasn't much more cognitive.
He was drowning in Spock. His taste was more intoxicating than the drinks he'd had earlier. Spock's smell, the heat pouring off of him, the feel of him and the sudden surprising feel of a hard cock pressed against Jim's hip was made more acute by the lack of others around them.
"I didn't," Jim started before he was momentarily stopped by Spock's mouth back on his. "I didn't think you thought about me this way."
"I confess, I did not either," Spock mumbled, and God, his voice was ragged and yet completely under Spock's control.
Jim gripped Spock's shoulders tightly, making a feeble attempt at stilling him. "Wait. Wait, you're not drunk are you?"
"Not in the conventional sense," Spock said.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Jim groaned, tightening his grip on Spock's shoulder, but really doing nothing to remove the mouth that had latched itself to Jim's throat.
Spock rolled his hips and Jim's mind blanked out long enough to miss the beginning of Spock's reply. "--no beverages, there were many beings pressed into that room, none of them having a strong mental control--"
Jim suddenly wondered why he had even bothered to ask. He had Spock right here, willing and ready if the hard length against his own was to be believed. Spock wasn't drunk, and Jim knew this wasn't a flippant decision on his end; that was all Jim needed to know.
"You need to fuck me," Jim moaned. "Right fucking now."
Spock shook his head. "We have nothing for lubrication."
"Spock," Jim groaned, his head hitting the door hard. The pain was sharp and helped Jim think clearer a moment. Shit, Spock was right. "Fine. Later. Later? There’ll be a later, right?"
Spock nodded. "Later," he promised.
They both undid their pants. Spock's fingers were as efficient as always while Jim struggled to open his jeans. They had been tight before, but with Spock so close it was becoming painful. He gave a sigh in relief as he finally yanked the zipper open and gave himself some room.
Jim didn't even have a chance to shimmy his jeans down before Spock was back on him. Spock's hands were hot and bruising on Jim's thighs as he suddenly lifted him up and pressed him against the stained tile of the wall.
Jim quickly wrapped his legs around Spock's hips, his boot kicking the wall of the neighboring stall with a loud bang.
Spock rocked his hips forward, his erection brushing teasingly against Jim's own. He looked down. This wasn't the first time he'd seen Spock's dick (the only reason Spock doesn't bring up that horrible fiasco Jim caused was because he didn't want to remind anyone of the streaking they had to do through a crowded city), but it was the first time it was erect. It was long and thin, and a dark green color. It almost looked like it was a fucking native fertility idol chiseled from emerald.
Jim reached down and wrapped his hands around both of their cocks, squeezing them together. His hand was sweaty and allowed for just enough friction and just enough slickness to be fantastic. Against Jim's own length, Spock certainly wasn't a cold piece of stone. The heat was almost searing the underside of his cock.
Spock was breathing in harsh breaths, pressing closer and burying his face against Jim's neck. Jim mouthed at Spock's pointed ear as he quickened his jerking, unconsciously matching the rhythm of the bass.
Spock began to thrust up into Jim's hand, following the lead of the music to become fucking perfectly timed with Jim's strokes. Spock's grip on Jim's thighs tightened to be bruising.
It didn't take long before they were both coming. Jim gave a loud shout. Spock was not as vocal, but the semen splashing on his hand was as hot at the dick in his hand.
Spock held Jim up against the wall for a long time as they both calmed down. It seemed to almost take all of Spock's effort to extract his fingers from Jim's thighs. Jim was thankful for the wall behind him and Spock pressed before him. Otherwise, he's sure he'd be on the ground (and he did not want to touch that floor).
"I can't even tell you how long I've wanted you," Jim admitted. He must still be tipsy; there was no way he'd willingly talk about this if he was sober.
"I as well," Spock said, his face still pressed against Jim's neck.
"I thought you said you didn't." Granted, Jim hadn't been focusing too much on what they had been saying.
"I had been attracted to you intellectually for months; however I was not sure if I would be able to sexually satisfy either of us." Spock lifted his head to press their cheeks together. "I also did not know if you were attracted to me in return. You would ask me to join you at clubs, but never request I dance with you. I became much less confident when you did not invite me this shore leave to accompany you. However, at Uhura's urging and aid, I decided to attempt becoming physically closer to you."
Jim smiled widely and wrapped his arms around Spock's shoulders. It was ridiculous in this context, having them both confess their affections in a grungy club bathroom. But it was so perfect, Jim couldn't give a fuck. "I didn't have to catch the truck; it almost ran me over."
Spock pulled back to look at Jim, his brow drawn together in confusion. Jim laughed and promised to explain later. Because there would be a later.