Slime: Star Trek Reboot Fic, Spock/Kirk
Title: Slime
Author: purple_spock
Beta: The wonderful, unbeatable illfindmyway
Verse: Reboot Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Status: First Time
Rating: Hard R to NC-17
Word Count: 1868
Genre: PWP
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, nor did I create any of its characters.
Summary: An unfortunate mistake turns out well in the end.
AN: This is written for illfindmyway because she requested some Trek, so here it is. Also, this is my first time posting for this pairing so I hope everything turned out well. And if I got my tags wrong, please let me know.
Over his course of service aboard the USS Enterprise Spock had encountered many unpleasant things: these included, but were not limited to, a giant flower with a tendency to eat humanoids, a pig-like being which seemed to enjoy pushing people into a foul smelling mud, and an entire planet covered in a fog that smelled distinctly of a meat rendering plant. All of these things seemed to pale in comparison to his current situation. There seemed to be some sort of... slime dripping down the back of his neck, the front of his shirt and into his boots. Spock could not think of any logical reason for this. He had been walking down the hall that lead to the science labs, engrossed in a report on his PADD, when he had turned into a doorway, only to find a rather distasteful surprise waiting for him.
He turned towards the other people in the room, whom he had only just noticed. The Captain, Lieutenant Commander Scott, Ensign Chekov and Lieutenant Sulu were all staring at him, mouths open, looking rather aghast. Spock opened his mouth to demand some sort of explanation, but found he was unable to form proper words. He clamped his mouth shut in a desperate attempt to prevent any further embarrassment as an involuntary shudder ran through him as the vile substance seeped down his spine.
“Spock,” The Captain took a tentative step towards him, hands extended in something resembling surrender. “Oh, I am so sorry Spock.”
“Captain,” Spock finally managed to find his words, “Try as I might, I can find no reasonable explanation for,” He paused, struggling to keep the distain from his voice, “This.”
“It wasn’t meant for you Sir!” Chekov squeaked from behind Jim. Spock rounded on him with a glare which effectively silenced any further outbursts from the Ensign.
He turned back to Jim, “’Not meant for me’ Captain? Could you please clarify that statement?”
Jim spoke quickly, “It was a prank Spock. Not meant for you, meant for Bones. This is his lab, and we’ve all been having this kind of, contest I guess, to see who pulls off the best one...” he petered off, suddenly looked panic stricken. He whirled around to look at the other three officers “This is Bones’ office isn’t it?” he hissed, his voice filled with horror.
Spock didn’t give anyone else the chance to respond. “Yes, Captain, this is Dr. McCoy’s lab. I was simply hoping he would clarify a point in his latest report. I now see that this was an unfortunate course of action on my part.” He felt his fists clenching, anger swelling in his chest, and decided it would be prudent to remove himself from this situation as promptly as possible. “I understand, Captain, a prank. If you will excuse me,” without waiting for any response he turned on his heel and promptly left the room, resisting the urge to squirm as the slime shifted in his boots.
He had almost made it to the Turbolift when he heard Kirk calling after him. He ignored the Captain, gave the command and let the doors close. He reached his quarters quickly, entering his access code with more force than was strictly necessary. He was finally safe within his quarters, and he couldn’t stand the vile feeling of being covered in this slime anymore. He pulled off his uniform shirts, wiping his chest with them before throwing them on the floor. He sat heavily on the edge of his bed, pulling off his boots, barely managing to unfasten them first. As he threw the second boot across the room, in what he told himself was not a display of anger but merely an attempt to return the boot to where it belonged, he heard gentle knocking on his door.
“Spock?” Kirks voice came muffled and quiet. Spock ignored him, but Kirk persisted. “Spock, please I know you can hear me, just let me in. Please I need to talk to you.”
Spock got up, crossing to the door. He didn’t bother with a shirt, nor did he make any effort the tidy his now disarrayed quarters. For a reason he was unable to articulate, he wanted Kirk to see how upset he was. Normally he would have avoided such displays of emotion, but at the present moment he was too distracted by the slime in his socks to control his impulses.
Spock pressed the door open button, the doors parting to reveal the Captain with a look on his face that anyone else would have described as heartbroken. “Spock, please, can I talk to you?” Kirk began immediately.
“Captain, I have no desire to speak with you at the moment. If you will kindly excuse me, I feel the need to shower.” Spock’s tone left little about his irritation to the imagination. He moved to press the door close button but was stopped by Kirk who placed a hand over the doors, looking desperate.
“Spock, please, let me come in.” Spock said nothing but did relent, moving aside so Kirk could enter his quarters. As soon as the doors closed behind him Kirk launched into his apology again, “Spock, I know how embarrassing that must have been for you and I’m sorry you got dragged into it -”
“You know? You know ‘how embarrassing that must have been’ for me?” Spock couldn’t contain his anger any longer, “Captain, I make a very strong effort to conduct myself with the utmost dignity and composure, and while I understand the need for the crew to bond, I have never involved myself with these kinds of... activities. Yet, I have found myself pulled into such an activity, as the victim no less, in front of several members of the senior crew. This is something that will never be forgotten.” Spock’s voice steadily became more forceful, and while he may not have been yelling, Kirk looked shocked all the same. “All my efforts to been seen as a respected authority have been rendered null due to the juvenile - shenanigans of others.”
Kirk’s eyebrow twitched and he appeared to be fighting a smile. “Shenanigans?”
“It is a human word. It was the only one that seemed appropriate.” Spock turned away from Kirk in frustration.
“I know what it is, Spock, I’m just surprised that you know it,” the amusement creeping into Jim’s voice caught Spock off guard, causing him to turn to face Jim again. Jim seemed to be desperately fighting the urge to laugh. As he watched Jim struggle, and fail, to remain serious Spock felt some of his anger dissipate. Jim, seemingly noticing the change in Spock’s demeanour seized the opportunity to speak again, “Spock, I don’t think this will make anyone respect you any less, or see you as less of an authority. The reason we were all so shocked is because we respect you. Plus, I know Chekov and Sulu are, if anything, more intimidated by you now than ever before. And Scotty’s done far more embarrassing things than this. The last thing they’ll do is mock you. In fact I’m betting it’ll be a while before any of them has the balls to be alone in a room with you.” Jim paused, talking a step closer to Spock, his voice quiet when he spoke again, “And I’ll always respect you.”
Spock inexplicably felt a flutter in his stomach, unsure whether it was due to Jim’s proximity or his approval. “I, appreciate, you saying so, Captain.”
“Jim, Spock, I keep telling you to call me Jim.”
“Jim.”
Jim beamed at him, relieved to feel the tension in the room dissipate. He moved to pat Spock on the shoulder, before noticing he wasn’t wearing a shirt and withdrew his hand awkwardly. He nodded briskly, turning to leave the room, “Not to mention you look rather cute with green slime in your hair.”
Spock was taken aback, “Pardon me?”
Jim froze. “Oh I, uh...” He turned to face Spock, “…I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Jim looked so embarrassed it almost hurt.
“You find me cute?” Spock raised an eyebrow, moving towards Jim, running his fingers over his smile covered pants, “And this rather unpleasant substance emphasises this?” He stopped in front of Jim, who was now opening and closing his mouth in shocked silence, looking rather like a fish. He ran his slime covered hand over the baffled Captain’s hair, leaving a rather vivid steak of slime. “Interesting. It would seem that it is rather becoming on you as well. Not that you require any assistance in that area.” Spock couldn’t help the smile tugging slightly at the edge of his mouth.
Spock watched Jim’s eyes carefully, gauging his reaction. The panic that had filled them faded to into the confidence Spock knew so well. Then Jim was grabbing the back of his neck and pulling their mouths together and Spock was pulling him close, running his fingers through Jim’s hair. He was pleased to feel Jim’s hardness pressing against his own as he ground their hips together, and was even more pleased to hear the other man’s broken gasp as he did so. The two moved towards Spock’s bed, separating only when Spock relieved the Captain of his shirts. As Spock knees hit the edge of his bed he allowed himself to fall backwards, pulling Jim on top of him. Jim paused, standing briefly to pull off his boots, before launching himself at Spock again. Spock felt Jim’s cool tongue swipe into his mouth, and he set to work on unfastening the other’s pants. Jim quickly returned the favour, undoing Spock’s pants and pulling them down his hips. His hand found its way into Spock’s underwear, wrapping around him as Spock finally managed to pull down Jim’s pants and boxer-briefs in one go.
A muffled moan escaped Spock’s lips as Jim found a particularly sensitive spot. He seemed surprised when Spock pulled at his wrist, forcing him to let go of Spock’s length. “Not like this,” Spock muttered. He pushed down his own briefs before pushing their hips together again.
Spock lost rational thought after that, just barely remaining coherent enough to keep up some semblance of rhythm as he ground his hips into Spock’s. Spock’s found himself gasping against Jim’s lips, hands frantically clutching at his back and shoulders, trying to anchor himself. He would have been embarrassed to be so effected so quickly if Jim had not been in the exact same state. Jim moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he shuttered to completion against Spock. Spock followed him seconds later, grabbing Jim’s head and pulling him into a rather passionate, albeit sloppy, kiss as he did so.
Jim collapsed on the bed next to Spock, but Spock didn’t let him get far. He pulled the other against him, so Jim’s head was resting on his shoulder. Jim flopped an arm across Spock’s chest, smiling against his skin. Spock let himself relax for a moment, enjoying the calm before they would have to deal with all the slime. As he held Jim to his chest, he heard Jim quietly say, “Best prank ever.”
Spock found that he had to agree.
Author: purple_spock
Beta: The wonderful, unbeatable illfindmyway
Verse: Reboot Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Status: First Time
Rating: Hard R to NC-17
Word Count: 1868
Genre: PWP
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek, nor did I create any of its characters.
Summary: An unfortunate mistake turns out well in the end.
AN: This is written for illfindmyway because she requested some Trek, so here it is. Also, this is my first time posting for this pairing so I hope everything turned out well. And if I got my tags wrong, please let me know.
Over his course of service aboard the USS Enterprise Spock had encountered many unpleasant things: these included, but were not limited to, a giant flower with a tendency to eat humanoids, a pig-like being which seemed to enjoy pushing people into a foul smelling mud, and an entire planet covered in a fog that smelled distinctly of a meat rendering plant. All of these things seemed to pale in comparison to his current situation. There seemed to be some sort of... slime dripping down the back of his neck, the front of his shirt and into his boots. Spock could not think of any logical reason for this. He had been walking down the hall that lead to the science labs, engrossed in a report on his PADD, when he had turned into a doorway, only to find a rather distasteful surprise waiting for him.
He turned towards the other people in the room, whom he had only just noticed. The Captain, Lieutenant Commander Scott, Ensign Chekov and Lieutenant Sulu were all staring at him, mouths open, looking rather aghast. Spock opened his mouth to demand some sort of explanation, but found he was unable to form proper words. He clamped his mouth shut in a desperate attempt to prevent any further embarrassment as an involuntary shudder ran through him as the vile substance seeped down his spine.
“Spock,” The Captain took a tentative step towards him, hands extended in something resembling surrender. “Oh, I am so sorry Spock.”
“Captain,” Spock finally managed to find his words, “Try as I might, I can find no reasonable explanation for,” He paused, struggling to keep the distain from his voice, “This.”
“It wasn’t meant for you Sir!” Chekov squeaked from behind Jim. Spock rounded on him with a glare which effectively silenced any further outbursts from the Ensign.
He turned back to Jim, “’Not meant for me’ Captain? Could you please clarify that statement?”
Jim spoke quickly, “It was a prank Spock. Not meant for you, meant for Bones. This is his lab, and we’ve all been having this kind of, contest I guess, to see who pulls off the best one...” he petered off, suddenly looked panic stricken. He whirled around to look at the other three officers “This is Bones’ office isn’t it?” he hissed, his voice filled with horror.
Spock didn’t give anyone else the chance to respond. “Yes, Captain, this is Dr. McCoy’s lab. I was simply hoping he would clarify a point in his latest report. I now see that this was an unfortunate course of action on my part.” He felt his fists clenching, anger swelling in his chest, and decided it would be prudent to remove himself from this situation as promptly as possible. “I understand, Captain, a prank. If you will excuse me,” without waiting for any response he turned on his heel and promptly left the room, resisting the urge to squirm as the slime shifted in his boots.
He had almost made it to the Turbolift when he heard Kirk calling after him. He ignored the Captain, gave the command and let the doors close. He reached his quarters quickly, entering his access code with more force than was strictly necessary. He was finally safe within his quarters, and he couldn’t stand the vile feeling of being covered in this slime anymore. He pulled off his uniform shirts, wiping his chest with them before throwing them on the floor. He sat heavily on the edge of his bed, pulling off his boots, barely managing to unfasten them first. As he threw the second boot across the room, in what he told himself was not a display of anger but merely an attempt to return the boot to where it belonged, he heard gentle knocking on his door.
“Spock?” Kirks voice came muffled and quiet. Spock ignored him, but Kirk persisted. “Spock, please I know you can hear me, just let me in. Please I need to talk to you.”
Spock got up, crossing to the door. He didn’t bother with a shirt, nor did he make any effort the tidy his now disarrayed quarters. For a reason he was unable to articulate, he wanted Kirk to see how upset he was. Normally he would have avoided such displays of emotion, but at the present moment he was too distracted by the slime in his socks to control his impulses.
Spock pressed the door open button, the doors parting to reveal the Captain with a look on his face that anyone else would have described as heartbroken. “Spock, please, can I talk to you?” Kirk began immediately.
“Captain, I have no desire to speak with you at the moment. If you will kindly excuse me, I feel the need to shower.” Spock’s tone left little about his irritation to the imagination. He moved to press the door close button but was stopped by Kirk who placed a hand over the doors, looking desperate.
“Spock, please, let me come in.” Spock said nothing but did relent, moving aside so Kirk could enter his quarters. As soon as the doors closed behind him Kirk launched into his apology again, “Spock, I know how embarrassing that must have been for you and I’m sorry you got dragged into it -”
“You know? You know ‘how embarrassing that must have been’ for me?” Spock couldn’t contain his anger any longer, “Captain, I make a very strong effort to conduct myself with the utmost dignity and composure, and while I understand the need for the crew to bond, I have never involved myself with these kinds of... activities. Yet, I have found myself pulled into such an activity, as the victim no less, in front of several members of the senior crew. This is something that will never be forgotten.” Spock’s voice steadily became more forceful, and while he may not have been yelling, Kirk looked shocked all the same. “All my efforts to been seen as a respected authority have been rendered null due to the juvenile - shenanigans of others.”
Kirk’s eyebrow twitched and he appeared to be fighting a smile. “Shenanigans?”
“It is a human word. It was the only one that seemed appropriate.” Spock turned away from Kirk in frustration.
“I know what it is, Spock, I’m just surprised that you know it,” the amusement creeping into Jim’s voice caught Spock off guard, causing him to turn to face Jim again. Jim seemed to be desperately fighting the urge to laugh. As he watched Jim struggle, and fail, to remain serious Spock felt some of his anger dissipate. Jim, seemingly noticing the change in Spock’s demeanour seized the opportunity to speak again, “Spock, I don’t think this will make anyone respect you any less, or see you as less of an authority. The reason we were all so shocked is because we respect you. Plus, I know Chekov and Sulu are, if anything, more intimidated by you now than ever before. And Scotty’s done far more embarrassing things than this. The last thing they’ll do is mock you. In fact I’m betting it’ll be a while before any of them has the balls to be alone in a room with you.” Jim paused, talking a step closer to Spock, his voice quiet when he spoke again, “And I’ll always respect you.”
Spock inexplicably felt a flutter in his stomach, unsure whether it was due to Jim’s proximity or his approval. “I, appreciate, you saying so, Captain.”
“Jim, Spock, I keep telling you to call me Jim.”
“Jim.”
Jim beamed at him, relieved to feel the tension in the room dissipate. He moved to pat Spock on the shoulder, before noticing he wasn’t wearing a shirt and withdrew his hand awkwardly. He nodded briskly, turning to leave the room, “Not to mention you look rather cute with green slime in your hair.”
Spock was taken aback, “Pardon me?”
Jim froze. “Oh I, uh...” He turned to face Spock, “…I didn’t mean to say that out loud.” Jim looked so embarrassed it almost hurt.
“You find me cute?” Spock raised an eyebrow, moving towards Jim, running his fingers over his smile covered pants, “And this rather unpleasant substance emphasises this?” He stopped in front of Jim, who was now opening and closing his mouth in shocked silence, looking rather like a fish. He ran his slime covered hand over the baffled Captain’s hair, leaving a rather vivid steak of slime. “Interesting. It would seem that it is rather becoming on you as well. Not that you require any assistance in that area.” Spock couldn’t help the smile tugging slightly at the edge of his mouth.
Spock watched Jim’s eyes carefully, gauging his reaction. The panic that had filled them faded to into the confidence Spock knew so well. Then Jim was grabbing the back of his neck and pulling their mouths together and Spock was pulling him close, running his fingers through Jim’s hair. He was pleased to feel Jim’s hardness pressing against his own as he ground their hips together, and was even more pleased to hear the other man’s broken gasp as he did so. The two moved towards Spock’s bed, separating only when Spock relieved the Captain of his shirts. As Spock knees hit the edge of his bed he allowed himself to fall backwards, pulling Jim on top of him. Jim paused, standing briefly to pull off his boots, before launching himself at Spock again. Spock felt Jim’s cool tongue swipe into his mouth, and he set to work on unfastening the other’s pants. Jim quickly returned the favour, undoing Spock’s pants and pulling them down his hips. His hand found its way into Spock’s underwear, wrapping around him as Spock finally managed to pull down Jim’s pants and boxer-briefs in one go.
A muffled moan escaped Spock’s lips as Jim found a particularly sensitive spot. He seemed surprised when Spock pulled at his wrist, forcing him to let go of Spock’s length. “Not like this,” Spock muttered. He pushed down his own briefs before pushing their hips together again.
Spock lost rational thought after that, just barely remaining coherent enough to keep up some semblance of rhythm as he ground his hips into Spock’s. Spock’s found himself gasping against Jim’s lips, hands frantically clutching at his back and shoulders, trying to anchor himself. He would have been embarrassed to be so effected so quickly if Jim had not been in the exact same state. Jim moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he shuttered to completion against Spock. Spock followed him seconds later, grabbing Jim’s head and pulling him into a rather passionate, albeit sloppy, kiss as he did so.
Jim collapsed on the bed next to Spock, but Spock didn’t let him get far. He pulled the other against him, so Jim’s head was resting on his shoulder. Jim flopped an arm across Spock’s chest, smiling against his skin. Spock let himself relax for a moment, enjoying the calm before they would have to deal with all the slime. As he held Jim to his chest, he heard Jim quietly say, “Best prank ever.”
Spock found that he had to agree.