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Kirk, tentacles, Spock
Very mature.
Sulu had brought a little stem aboard from the last mission. this, in and of itself, was nothing unusual. What was unusual was the amount of secrecy he used thereafter. And security. He kept it in a locked experimentation room, providing it just enough light and water to live, but not to grow. He didn't talk to it, like he did his other plants. Nor did he talk about it, which was even stranger. Now, Kirk had thought he would enjoy not hearing about his Lieutenant's plants. And normally he would. But this plant just seemed so interesting. It wasn't fair. It was the only interesting-looking plant Sulu had ever brought aboard, and it was the one he chose not to talk about.
He tried asking about it a few times. Sulu denied its existence entirely, at first. It was only when he threatened to enter its room and examine it himself that Sulu admitted to it at all, and even then he said as little as possible. All he knew was that it was relevant to Sulu's interests but not to the Enterprise. He considered making Sulu chose between getting rid of it and telling him about it, but if he chose the former, he'd have just curiosity and no way to satisfy it.
When he tried asking Chekov, who was with Sulu a lot of the time, the young ensign blushed -very- deeply and ran away. He became even more interested.
He tried to get Spock to be curious, as well, and help him figure out why this mysterious plant would be so relevant to Sulu's interests. Spock told him that it was not considered polite to pry into something the Lieutenant obviously considered private. Jim tried to convince him, quite thoroughly, but Spock did not give in. (The Captain took this as a personal insult to his oral talents.)
So the Captain decided to take matters into his own hands. When he knew Sulu was sleeping (or at least in his quarters and unlikely to emerge, especially considering he had Ensign Jailbait with him), he sneaked into the bio lab where the plant's container was. The plant was in a dark soil in a small pot in the centre of the room. It was a sort of blue-violet colour, and glowed slightly, There was something about the glow that Jim found strangely appealing. He took a deep breath, and looked around, suddenly feeling nervous. He didn't want everyone to be mad at him... But it was just so interesting! He was the Captain, they weren't allowed to keep things from him like this! He opened the door and stepped into the cubicle where the plant was stored.
The room was pretty small, no bigger than the handicap stall in a washroom. It had bright white doors and walls, and the heat lamp was pleasantly warm. The plant seemed to sense him, and stretched its little indigo tendrils towards him. It seemed like a kitten begging to be petted. Everything about it made Jim smile. It was just so cute. Why was it such a secret? He put his hand towards it. The longest tendril was just long enough to reach his middle finger, and touched it hesitantly. The touch, slight though it was, send a shock up Jim's spine.
"Water and light, up 40%," He commanded the computer, his voice hitching unexpectedly. The gentle light increased, and a light spray of water came on.
Almost immediately, the tendrils all got longer, thicked, and nearly half a dozen more shot out. The one that had touched hi finger curled around his wrist and pulled him closer to it. Its touch made his heart race and his breath stutter. Everywhere is touched tingled in the most pleasant way he could imagine. The other tendrils approached him. One curled around his ear, light and feathery. Another slid up his arm beneath the uniform. He vaguely wondered if this was a good idea. Maybe the plant was going to do something to him. Other than make him tingle. And wow, that was really nice. The tendril sliding up his arm reached his chest, poked almost curiously at his nipple. He gasped. Oh. Yeah, that was pretty nice.
"Captain, your heart rate is unusually elevated," a voice on his belt said. "considering that you are in a biology lab." hearing Spock's voice while he was this turned on was really weird. It was almost like having your father as the voice over to a porno. The tendril around his ear curled past his cheek, slid into the corner of his mouth.
"It-It's nothing," He said, hoping that Spock didn't remember that this was the lab with Sulu's secret in it. Which was a long shot, but the tendril around his nipple was doing some pretty weird and enjoyable things, and another was starting to poke into his belly button, and now there was one at the back of his knee, which he didn't know could feel so good. He might have moaned a little.
"I am not inclined to believe you," Spock stated. "I will arrive there in ten minutes." Dammit, now he was going to associate Spock's voice with sexy glowing plants. Not good.
"That will not-- ah! -- not be necessary," He said as a tendril, no, maybe tentacle was the right word now, they were really growing, slid up to his upper thigh and oh, when had his pants disappeared? Maybe this was going too far. He was definitely up for unusual sexual conquests, but he liked to have a little more control in these sorts of situations. As the plant didn't have ears, he assumed it would not take a safe word.
"I have some spare time. I think you could use some company," Spock said, and meant, I don't trust you at all, but I'm not making accusations until I have proof. And Jim would have replied, but the tentacle in his mouth was growing, too, and he was kind of moaning, because there were planty bits stroking the insides of his thighs, just where his legs met his pelvis. And the one about his nipple had a friend now, and hey, he was naked! That was an unexpected development. And he thought he was the best person at the stealthy removal of clothing... Well, he still was, it wasn't a person.
Maybe it objected to that, but not his wrists were being curld about, and he realized he probably couldn't escape, which was alarming. The tentacle in his mouth was making it hard to breath, but he was sucking on it desperately, because damn he was turned on, and there wasn't much else he could do. A tentacle around his waist (when did that get there?) lifted him into the air. Shit. Spock would be here, soon, he had to get out.\
He struggled a bit, and the tentacle around his wrists and waist tightened, and the one in his mouth jerked down his throat, and he would have gagged, if he hadn't learned to suppress that reflex so well. And there was a tendril tight around the base of his cock, keeping him away from an orgasm he hadn't realized he was so close to. A tentacle stroked the back of his knee, and then up his thigh, and he shivered as it went, and he had to get away from this before Spock came and saw him and told Sulu but there didn't seem to be much he could do, what with his mouth and his hands disabled. And then it prodded cautiously at his entrance, which was about when the panic really set in.
"Nnngg," He moaned in objection. He would have said, "Light and water, off," except there was a tentacle down his throat, and he was still kind of sucking on it, and licking it, which he should stop, because it would be seen as encouragement, but he had to do something to keep himself from moaning like a whore, which was was kind of maybe doing anyways.
And then the tentacle shoved itself up into him, just as Spock walked into the room, and Jim kind of shout-moaned around the thing in his mouth, and Spock's eyes went really wide. His inner eyelid blinked a few times. And evidently this plant had magicla prostrate-finding abilities, cause fuck, it was hitting with every thrust, and why was it thrusting and oh, the one in his mouth was, too, and there was one playing with the tip of his cock, and he really hoped it didn't try to get in there, too.
"Captain," Spock said, still shocked. Jim moaned loudly and tried to stop meeting the plants every thrust and maybe show a bit of composure, but that was difficult. The plant grabbed his ankles and spread his legs as wide as they could go and a little bit more, like it was trying to put on a show for Spock.
"Captain, I believe Mr. Sulu told you not to go near that plant," he said, walking towards his Captain slowly until he was standing at the still open door of the chamber. The plant, evidently unwilling to expose itself to the cooler air outside its room, made no move towards Spock. One of the plants tentacles began curling around Jim's cock, with the smooth muscularity of a snake, and fuck that was sexy, but he wished he wasn't suspended in midair, spreadeagled for his second in command to see every thrust the plant put into him. Because that was kind of embarrassing.
It wasn't like he got off on the thought that Spock was seeing every bit of this. It wasn't as if the obvious bulge in the Science Officer's pants made him feel even hotter. The moans now flowing freely from him were definitely not wordless pleas for Spock to let Jim touch him even just a little. A second tentacle probed at his entrance, and he'd thought he was already filled and overstimulated, but then the second tentacle shoved in, alternating with the first at hitting that spot inside him. He'd never been harder in him life. It hurt, and he thought any more would make him just back out, except he couldn't actually think, all that was in him mind was that blue-violet glow and that wonderful tingling and Spock's eyes, staring at him with a studious gaze. The other man might have been talking, but he didn't know. His skin felt like it was on fire.
"Lights and water, 0%," turned out to be the First Officer's words, as the plant receded, as fast as it had grown in the first place, leaving Jim on the floor, hard and incoherent, sobbing on the floor, completely overwhelmed. Spock reached down to pick him up, but ended up with Jim sucking on his fingers, because he just felt so empty and shit, he needed something inside him, anything, just please.
Spock retracted his hand as if it had been burned. Jim whimpered on the floor. Spock just stared at him his expression unreadable. Finally finding the sense to finish himself off, Jim did so, coming violently.
For several minutes, Jim just laid there on the floor, his thought slowly reforming. Spock continued to just stare.
"I suggest you leave the room so I can turn the light and water back on. We do not want Sulu's plant to die," He said.
Jim sat up slowly, wincing, wondering if he'd even be able to stand. In the mean time, he just crawled out of the room. The door shut, and Spock told the room to return to default settings.
"That was highly irresponsible, even for you, Capatin," Spock stated. "Your uniform seems to have been completely destroyed."
"That's all you've got to say?" Jim mumbled from the floor.
"I do not believe I can say much to that," Spock replied. "Aside from that it was entirely illogical for you to enter the room, knowing it was a bad idea, and nothing else about it."
"You are..." Jim trailed off, trying to find the word. "How can you remain so calm after seeing that?"
"I have no emotions to show," Spock replied.
"Bullshit," Jim said. He was too tired to put up with the half-Vulcan, right now. "Could you just carry me to my quarters?"
"I think I should, instead, take you to the Sick Bay, to see if the specimen has had any adverse effects on you. Your heart rate is still unusually high, for a human."
"Fuck no," Jim responded. "Just take me to my room."
"You're naked," Spock stated. "The crew will jump to illogical conclusions."
"I don't care," Jim replied.
"...Is that an order?
Yes, it is."
"I suppose I have no choice in the matter, then." Spock picked up his Captain, careful to make sure his hands could not be grabbed by the other man again, and carried him out of the biology lab..
Kirk, tentacles, Spock
Very mature.
Sulu had brought a little stem aboard from the last mission. this, in and of itself, was nothing unusual. What was unusual was the amount of secrecy he used thereafter. And security. He kept it in a locked experimentation room, providing it just enough light and water to live, but not to grow. He didn't talk to it, like he did his other plants. Nor did he talk about it, which was even stranger. Now, Kirk had thought he would enjoy not hearing about his Lieutenant's plants. And normally he would. But this plant just seemed so interesting. It wasn't fair. It was the only interesting-looking plant Sulu had ever brought aboard, and it was the one he chose not to talk about.
He tried asking about it a few times. Sulu denied its existence entirely, at first. It was only when he threatened to enter its room and examine it himself that Sulu admitted to it at all, and even then he said as little as possible. All he knew was that it was relevant to Sulu's interests but not to the Enterprise. He considered making Sulu chose between getting rid of it and telling him about it, but if he chose the former, he'd have just curiosity and no way to satisfy it.
When he tried asking Chekov, who was with Sulu a lot of the time, the young ensign blushed -very- deeply and ran away. He became even more interested.
He tried to get Spock to be curious, as well, and help him figure out why this mysterious plant would be so relevant to Sulu's interests. Spock told him that it was not considered polite to pry into something the Lieutenant obviously considered private. Jim tried to convince him, quite thoroughly, but Spock did not give in. (The Captain took this as a personal insult to his oral talents.)
So the Captain decided to take matters into his own hands. When he knew Sulu was sleeping (or at least in his quarters and unlikely to emerge, especially considering he had Ensign Jailbait with him), he sneaked into the bio lab where the plant's container was. The plant was in a dark soil in a small pot in the centre of the room. It was a sort of blue-violet colour, and glowed slightly, There was something about the glow that Jim found strangely appealing. He took a deep breath, and looked around, suddenly feeling nervous. He didn't want everyone to be mad at him... But it was just so interesting! He was the Captain, they weren't allowed to keep things from him like this! He opened the door and stepped into the cubicle where the plant was stored.
The room was pretty small, no bigger than the handicap stall in a washroom. It had bright white doors and walls, and the heat lamp was pleasantly warm. The plant seemed to sense him, and stretched its little indigo tendrils towards him. It seemed like a kitten begging to be petted. Everything about it made Jim smile. It was just so cute. Why was it such a secret? He put his hand towards it. The longest tendril was just long enough to reach his middle finger, and touched it hesitantly. The touch, slight though it was, send a shock up Jim's spine.
"Water and light, up 40%," He commanded the computer, his voice hitching unexpectedly. The gentle light increased, and a light spray of water came on.
Almost immediately, the tendrils all got longer, thicked, and nearly half a dozen more shot out. The one that had touched hi finger curled around his wrist and pulled him closer to it. Its touch made his heart race and his breath stutter. Everywhere is touched tingled in the most pleasant way he could imagine. The other tendrils approached him. One curled around his ear, light and feathery. Another slid up his arm beneath the uniform. He vaguely wondered if this was a good idea. Maybe the plant was going to do something to him. Other than make him tingle. And wow, that was really nice. The tendril sliding up his arm reached his chest, poked almost curiously at his nipple. He gasped. Oh. Yeah, that was pretty nice.
"Captain, your heart rate is unusually elevated," a voice on his belt said. "considering that you are in a biology lab." hearing Spock's voice while he was this turned on was really weird. It was almost like having your father as the voice over to a porno. The tendril around his ear curled past his cheek, slid into the corner of his mouth.
"It-It's nothing," He said, hoping that Spock didn't remember that this was the lab with Sulu's secret in it. Which was a long shot, but the tendril around his nipple was doing some pretty weird and enjoyable things, and another was starting to poke into his belly button, and now there was one at the back of his knee, which he didn't know could feel so good. He might have moaned a little.
"I am not inclined to believe you," Spock stated. "I will arrive there in ten minutes." Dammit, now he was going to associate Spock's voice with sexy glowing plants. Not good.
"That will not-- ah! -- not be necessary," He said as a tendril, no, maybe tentacle was the right word now, they were really growing, slid up to his upper thigh and oh, when had his pants disappeared? Maybe this was going too far. He was definitely up for unusual sexual conquests, but he liked to have a little more control in these sorts of situations. As the plant didn't have ears, he assumed it would not take a safe word.
"I have some spare time. I think you could use some company," Spock said, and meant, I don't trust you at all, but I'm not making accusations until I have proof. And Jim would have replied, but the tentacle in his mouth was growing, too, and he was kind of moaning, because there were planty bits stroking the insides of his thighs, just where his legs met his pelvis. And the one about his nipple had a friend now, and hey, he was naked! That was an unexpected development. And he thought he was the best person at the stealthy removal of clothing... Well, he still was, it wasn't a person.
Maybe it objected to that, but not his wrists were being curld about, and he realized he probably couldn't escape, which was alarming. The tentacle in his mouth was making it hard to breath, but he was sucking on it desperately, because damn he was turned on, and there wasn't much else he could do. A tentacle around his waist (when did that get there?) lifted him into the air. Shit. Spock would be here, soon, he had to get out.\
He struggled a bit, and the tentacle around his wrists and waist tightened, and the one in his mouth jerked down his throat, and he would have gagged, if he hadn't learned to suppress that reflex so well. And there was a tendril tight around the base of his cock, keeping him away from an orgasm he hadn't realized he was so close to. A tentacle stroked the back of his knee, and then up his thigh, and he shivered as it went, and he had to get away from this before Spock came and saw him and told Sulu but there didn't seem to be much he could do, what with his mouth and his hands disabled. And then it prodded cautiously at his entrance, which was about when the panic really set in.
"Nnngg," He moaned in objection. He would have said, "Light and water, off," except there was a tentacle down his throat, and he was still kind of sucking on it, and licking it, which he should stop, because it would be seen as encouragement, but he had to do something to keep himself from moaning like a whore, which was was kind of maybe doing anyways.
And then the tentacle shoved itself up into him, just as Spock walked into the room, and Jim kind of shout-moaned around the thing in his mouth, and Spock's eyes went really wide. His inner eyelid blinked a few times. And evidently this plant had magicla prostrate-finding abilities, cause fuck, it was hitting with every thrust, and why was it thrusting and oh, the one in his mouth was, too, and there was one playing with the tip of his cock, and he really hoped it didn't try to get in there, too.
"Captain," Spock said, still shocked. Jim moaned loudly and tried to stop meeting the plants every thrust and maybe show a bit of composure, but that was difficult. The plant grabbed his ankles and spread his legs as wide as they could go and a little bit more, like it was trying to put on a show for Spock.
"Captain, I believe Mr. Sulu told you not to go near that plant," he said, walking towards his Captain slowly until he was standing at the still open door of the chamber. The plant, evidently unwilling to expose itself to the cooler air outside its room, made no move towards Spock. One of the plants tentacles began curling around Jim's cock, with the smooth muscularity of a snake, and fuck that was sexy, but he wished he wasn't suspended in midair, spreadeagled for his second in command to see every thrust the plant put into him. Because that was kind of embarrassing.
It wasn't like he got off on the thought that Spock was seeing every bit of this. It wasn't as if the obvious bulge in the Science Officer's pants made him feel even hotter. The moans now flowing freely from him were definitely not wordless pleas for Spock to let Jim touch him even just a little. A second tentacle probed at his entrance, and he'd thought he was already filled and overstimulated, but then the second tentacle shoved in, alternating with the first at hitting that spot inside him. He'd never been harder in him life. It hurt, and he thought any more would make him just back out, except he couldn't actually think, all that was in him mind was that blue-violet glow and that wonderful tingling and Spock's eyes, staring at him with a studious gaze. The other man might have been talking, but he didn't know. His skin felt like it was on fire.
"Lights and water, 0%," turned out to be the First Officer's words, as the plant receded, as fast as it had grown in the first place, leaving Jim on the floor, hard and incoherent, sobbing on the floor, completely overwhelmed. Spock reached down to pick him up, but ended up with Jim sucking on his fingers, because he just felt so empty and shit, he needed something inside him, anything, just please.
Spock retracted his hand as if it had been burned. Jim whimpered on the floor. Spock just stared at him his expression unreadable. Finally finding the sense to finish himself off, Jim did so, coming violently.
For several minutes, Jim just laid there on the floor, his thought slowly reforming. Spock continued to just stare.
"I suggest you leave the room so I can turn the light and water back on. We do not want Sulu's plant to die," He said.
Jim sat up slowly, wincing, wondering if he'd even be able to stand. In the mean time, he just crawled out of the room. The door shut, and Spock told the room to return to default settings.
"That was highly irresponsible, even for you, Capatin," Spock stated. "Your uniform seems to have been completely destroyed."
"That's all you've got to say?" Jim mumbled from the floor.
"I do not believe I can say much to that," Spock replied. "Aside from that it was entirely illogical for you to enter the room, knowing it was a bad idea, and nothing else about it."
"You are..." Jim trailed off, trying to find the word. "How can you remain so calm after seeing that?"
"I have no emotions to show," Spock replied.
"Bullshit," Jim said. He was too tired to put up with the half-Vulcan, right now. "Could you just carry me to my quarters?"
"I think I should, instead, take you to the Sick Bay, to see if the specimen has had any adverse effects on you. Your heart rate is still unusually high, for a human."
"Fuck no," Jim responded. "Just take me to my room."
"You're naked," Spock stated. "The crew will jump to illogical conclusions."
"I don't care," Jim replied.
"...Is that an order?
Yes, it is."
"I suppose I have no choice in the matter, then." Spock picked up his Captain, careful to make sure his hands could not be grabbed by the other man again, and carried him out of the biology lab..