FIC | Star Trek (09) < A Very Irritating Game Of Chess < NC17
Title: A Very Irritating Game Of Chess
Fandom: Star Trek (2009 Film)
Pairing: James Kirk / Spock
Rating: Mild NC17
Warnings: Slash, sexual content, playful!Kirk, semi-established.
Note: Fans of the original series might remember where 'irritating game of chess' comes from. :) Also, while I'm a longtime fan, I'm a first time writer. Be nice please!
Words: 2,160
Summary: In which Spock is trying to ignore his human feelings of irritation, and Kirk is trying to get a rise out of him -- both figuratively and literally.
A VERY IRRITATING GAME OF CHESS
“I would appreciate it if you were to stop.”
“Stop playing chess?”
“No. I do wish you wouldn’t stare at me like so, Captain.”
A grin spread across Jim’s face at Spock’s words, and if Spock were any less-Vulcan, he might have rolled his eyes. Trying to ignore the way those wide, blue eyes bored into him, Spock took his turn in the game, and moved his rook. Jim’s gaze just barely flickered to the chess pieces, before it went back to Spock’s face. Inclining his head just barely, Spock met his captain’s eyes and arched one of his eyebrows.
“It is your turn, Jim,” he said.
“I know.”
Swallowing, Spock was unsure of what to say at the instant. He’d spent years -- years that each felt like an eternity -- learning how to control his emotions. He’d tortured and punished himself until he was no longer the kind to show his irritation or annoyance. He’d been able to go through the rest of his life without showing an ounce of frustration; he liked being able to hide such feelings. He’d found that anger made him feel so ... human, and he considered it quite a feat to be able to overcome the emotion.
But James Kirk made him forget all of those years with just a smile.
Spock looked pointedly at the game board, while inside he was trying to talk himself down. He didn’t want Jim to think he could get a rise out of him whenever he well wanted to -- he didn’t want to see the smug look that would cross the captain’s face were he to lose his cool.
“Spock, tell me,” said Jim. “Why is it that you’re more interested in a game, when I’m sitting over here giving you the bedroom eyes?”
“I believe I asked you to stop staring at me like that,” said Spock. “Bedroom eyes or not, I don’t care for it.”
Jim threw his head back very slightly as he laughed, rocking back in the chair a little.
“And I don’t see what it is that you find so humorous,” Spock added.
“Ah, lighten up, Spock,” said Jim. “In case you haven’t noticed -- we’re very much alone here in the rec room.”
“Is this supposed to mean something to me? I don’t see the relevance.”
Ignoring the question, Jim finally looked away from him. He reached forward and took his turn, moving one of his pieces. Without thinking, Spock found himself slowly shaking his head. At the sight of this, one of Jim’s eyebrows rose, and he moved the piece back where it had been. Then he picked up a rook instead, moving it to a completely different square. Spock forced himself not to react to this turn, but this move was worse than the first.
“Does that make you happy?” Jim asked, lips quirking up again. “Your turn.”
Spock wanted to tell Jim that he needn’t tell him when it was his turn or not, but he remained quiet. He quickly moved his own piece -- having already calculated all the moves he could take while Jim had been too busy staring at him. Of course, Jim wasn’t interested in the game at all, and he hadn’t even seemed to notice that Spock had taken the turn.
“Do you just play chess all day long or something?” Jim asked. “You’d think you’d get bored of it.”
“Captain, a lesser man would think you were mocking him,” said Spock.
“Maybe I am mocking you.” Jim wiggled his eyebrows.
“On second thought, I don’t believe you have the brain capacity for it,” said Spock, cocking his head slightly.
Another laugh escaped Jim, and he shook his head. “You are ... incredible.”
“I will take that as a compliment,” said Spock. “Although I presume it was not meant as one.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that,” said Jim with a chuckle, and he shook his head. “I’m very impressed.”
“Good,” said Spock simply, fighting back a sigh. “Now will you move?”
“Sure.”
The legs of Jim’s chair scraped across the floor as Jim stood up, and it was now that Spock let his eyes roll. His arms fell to his sides, and in moments, Jim was straddling him. Jim’s own arms wrapped around Spock’s neck, and there was a very smug, very mocking, look on his face -- his eyebrows raised, and his grin the grin of a shark.
“This good?” Jim asked.
“I’m quite you sure you know that this isn’t what I meant,” said Spock, his tone darker than he’d meant for it to be. By the gleam in Jim’s eyes, Spock knew that this was exactly what Jim had been waiting for.
“Isn’t it?”
All of a sudden, Jim was leaning forward, brushing his soft pink lips over the point of one of Spock’s ears. Something of a thrill shot down Spock’s spine, but he didn’t move -- he was too busy trying to ignore the heat that was beginning to overtake his body. Jim let out a little sigh in Spock’s ear, his warm breath feeling both very good, and very torturous against Spock’s skin.
“You can’t tell me I’m the only one who enjoys this,” said Jim, leaning back slightly so that he could look down at Spock.
“I’ll have you know that I am most uncomfortable, Captain,” said the Vulcan, but he could feel the hitch in his voice. He wanted to kick himself for it. Truth was, he could feel Jim’s cock pressing against his own, and despite his best efforts, it was stirring something in him. And it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
“You’re gonna call me ‘captain’ in such an intimate moment, Spock?” Jim raised one of his eyebrows. The cocky grin came back to his face. “I like it.”
Spock opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Jim’s mouth was against his. Jim wasted no time in thrusting his tongue between his lips, exploring Spock’s mouth with eager self-confidence. His fingers played lightly with the hair at the nape of Spock’s neck, and more sparks seemed to move through Spock’s body at just this teasing.
However, Spock still liked to think he had good self-control, and he kept his hands at his sides. He had to ignore the overwhelming want to run his fingers through Jim’s hair, to caress Jim’s back and memorize every line of every muscle with his fingertips. Truth was, a tiny part of him wanted to clear the table of chess pieces, throw his captain down on it, and do everything in his power to have James T. Kirk writhing for him and saying his name.
He was very glad that he could contain himself.
“Kiss me back, Spock,” said Jim against his lips. “Please.”
“I do not think --”
A low, rusty laugh left Jim, stirring in his throat. He nipped lightly at Spock’s bottom lip, before saying, “It wasn’t a suggestion, Spock -- it was an order.”
Well, Spock never was one to disobey orders ...
Cocking his head slightly, Spock slanted his mouth against the other man’s, and as Jim’s tongue slipped into his mouth again, Spock responded. Jim’s body seemed to melt slightly, almost as if all he’d needed was for Spock to acknowledge him in that way. As their tongues swirled and twisted, lips moving rhythmically against one another’s, Jim bent slightly so that he could grab Spock’s arms.
When he placed Spock’s hands on his own hips, Spock didn’t have the heart to move them. Not to mention, sometimes it just felt like his hands fit there too perfectly, as if Jim’s hipbones had been purposely structured for it.
“Not so bad,” said Jim huskily, through kisses. “Just like all the other times.”
Spock didn’t say anything.
Squeezing slightly at Jim’s waist, Spock pressed chaste kisses to the corners of Jim’s mouth, and Jim relented momentarily -- as if he were savoring these little pecks. He was still smiling like it was his birthday, and he looked more contented than a cat after a bowl of warm milk.
Spock was torn between wanting to pull off Jim’s shirt, or shove him to the floor.
Arms going back around Spock’s neck, Jim took control once more, leaning forward and starting to kiss at Spock’s jawbone. As he started to trail hot, wet kisses up towards Spock’s ear, Spock let his eyes fall closed, unable to help himself. When Jim’s tongue lightly traced the shape of Spock’s ear, following the point as perfectly as if it had it memorized, a noise welled in Spock’s throat.
“You like that?” Jim asked.
“Jim --”
“Captain,” said the other man, cutting him off. “That’s ‘Captain’ to you, Mr. Spock.”
“... Captain, I don’t think we should allow this to go on any longer,” said Spock, and he didn’t know what he hated more. The fact that he was humoring Jim, or the breathless tremble in his voice.
“Oh shut up and kiss me back,” said Jim, before his lips were once more on Spock’s.
Their cocks, both of them now rock hard, were resting against each other’s, throbbing and pulsing through the thin material of their pants. Spock hated to know that he could feel this way, especially over someone like the captain, but what more could he do but face it? Even he couldn’t ignore what was right in front of him.
Suddenly, Jim started to roll his hips forward as they kissed, grinding his hardened dick against Spock’s. Spock’s breath caught in his throat, and his mouth fell slightly slack against Jim’s, the pleasure almost immediately too much for him. He didn’t want to be in such a situation, but on the other hand, oh God how he wanted it.
Jim bit at his bottom lip once more, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it, and a very pitiful-sounding noise stirred in Spock’s throat again. One that embarrassed him to no end. And then he was embarrassed that he felt embarrassed at all.
“Mmm,” Jim murmured into the kiss, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
A groan started to leave Spock, but he cut it off quickly. “Captain ...” He trailed off, trying to ignore the warmth flaring out in his stomach.
“Yes?”
Spock’s head fell back slightly, and while his lips parted, he couldn’t find the right words. Jim’s cock rubbed against his through their pants, hard and hot, and he could feel himself reaching the edge very quickly.
“What’s that, Mr. Spock?” Jim asked, very arrogantly. “You want me to go faster? Is that it?”
He obliged what had to be his own wishes, and now he was all but bouncing in Spock’s lap, his breath coming out in short rasps as he still tried to deliver messy kisses to Spock’s jaw and neck. Something was uncoiling in Spock’s gut, something white hot and full of intensity, and he could feel it spreading throughout his whole body.
When he came, his body stiffened, and a guttural-sounding noise left him. He threw his head back once more, his eyes squeezing closed, and he grasped Jim’s waist tightly as he emptied himself into his pants. He wasn’t too sure if Jim had come before or after him, but now the captain was all but collapsed on top of him, panting. His hips continued to move just barely, sliding back and forth slowly, as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm.
Jim’s chin rested on one of Spock’s shoulders for a moment or two, his warm breath tickling the sweat-dampened skin there, and Spock sighed silently. He let his hands fall away from Jim’s hips, and once more, his arms went to his sides. Jim’s hands played with Spock’s hair again, combing through the short locks on the back of his head, and then Jim started to get up.
His lips brushed faintly over Spock’s a final time, but Spock didn’t react. He forced himself not to. His body wanted to shudder and shake from the force of his climax, but he was able to maintain his demeanor, and he merely sat, still as a statue and staring ahead of him. Jim gave a little chuckle, and he patted one of Spock’s shoulders, before he turned to go back to his own chair.
Before sitting down, Jim moved one of his chess pieces. Spock looked at it, and noticed that it was actually a very good move. As Jim threw himself into the chair, he was wearing the most self-satisfied look anyone had ever seen, a look so smug that Spock wanted to slap it off of him. Instead, Spock swallowed against the dryness of his throat, and he smoothed his shirt down.
“Captain ... has anyone ever told you, you play a very irritating game of chess?”
A grin spread across Jim’s face at Spock’s words.
Fandom: Star Trek (2009 Film)
Pairing: James Kirk / Spock
Rating: Mild NC17
Warnings: Slash, sexual content, playful!Kirk, semi-established.
Note: Fans of the original series might remember where 'irritating game of chess' comes from. :) Also, while I'm a longtime fan, I'm a first time writer. Be nice please!
Words: 2,160
Summary: In which Spock is trying to ignore his human feelings of irritation, and Kirk is trying to get a rise out of him -- both figuratively and literally.
A VERY IRRITATING GAME OF CHESS
“I would appreciate it if you were to stop.”
“Stop playing chess?”
“No. I do wish you wouldn’t stare at me like so, Captain.”
A grin spread across Jim’s face at Spock’s words, and if Spock were any less-Vulcan, he might have rolled his eyes. Trying to ignore the way those wide, blue eyes bored into him, Spock took his turn in the game, and moved his rook. Jim’s gaze just barely flickered to the chess pieces, before it went back to Spock’s face. Inclining his head just barely, Spock met his captain’s eyes and arched one of his eyebrows.
“It is your turn, Jim,” he said.
“I know.”
Swallowing, Spock was unsure of what to say at the instant. He’d spent years -- years that each felt like an eternity -- learning how to control his emotions. He’d tortured and punished himself until he was no longer the kind to show his irritation or annoyance. He’d been able to go through the rest of his life without showing an ounce of frustration; he liked being able to hide such feelings. He’d found that anger made him feel so ... human, and he considered it quite a feat to be able to overcome the emotion.
But James Kirk made him forget all of those years with just a smile.
Spock looked pointedly at the game board, while inside he was trying to talk himself down. He didn’t want Jim to think he could get a rise out of him whenever he well wanted to -- he didn’t want to see the smug look that would cross the captain’s face were he to lose his cool.
“Spock, tell me,” said Jim. “Why is it that you’re more interested in a game, when I’m sitting over here giving you the bedroom eyes?”
“I believe I asked you to stop staring at me like that,” said Spock. “Bedroom eyes or not, I don’t care for it.”
Jim threw his head back very slightly as he laughed, rocking back in the chair a little.
“And I don’t see what it is that you find so humorous,” Spock added.
“Ah, lighten up, Spock,” said Jim. “In case you haven’t noticed -- we’re very much alone here in the rec room.”
“Is this supposed to mean something to me? I don’t see the relevance.”
Ignoring the question, Jim finally looked away from him. He reached forward and took his turn, moving one of his pieces. Without thinking, Spock found himself slowly shaking his head. At the sight of this, one of Jim’s eyebrows rose, and he moved the piece back where it had been. Then he picked up a rook instead, moving it to a completely different square. Spock forced himself not to react to this turn, but this move was worse than the first.
“Does that make you happy?” Jim asked, lips quirking up again. “Your turn.”
Spock wanted to tell Jim that he needn’t tell him when it was his turn or not, but he remained quiet. He quickly moved his own piece -- having already calculated all the moves he could take while Jim had been too busy staring at him. Of course, Jim wasn’t interested in the game at all, and he hadn’t even seemed to notice that Spock had taken the turn.
“Do you just play chess all day long or something?” Jim asked. “You’d think you’d get bored of it.”
“Captain, a lesser man would think you were mocking him,” said Spock.
“Maybe I am mocking you.” Jim wiggled his eyebrows.
“On second thought, I don’t believe you have the brain capacity for it,” said Spock, cocking his head slightly.
Another laugh escaped Jim, and he shook his head. “You are ... incredible.”
“I will take that as a compliment,” said Spock. “Although I presume it was not meant as one.”
“I don’t even know what to say to that,” said Jim with a chuckle, and he shook his head. “I’m very impressed.”
“Good,” said Spock simply, fighting back a sigh. “Now will you move?”
“Sure.”
The legs of Jim’s chair scraped across the floor as Jim stood up, and it was now that Spock let his eyes roll. His arms fell to his sides, and in moments, Jim was straddling him. Jim’s own arms wrapped around Spock’s neck, and there was a very smug, very mocking, look on his face -- his eyebrows raised, and his grin the grin of a shark.
“This good?” Jim asked.
“I’m quite you sure you know that this isn’t what I meant,” said Spock, his tone darker than he’d meant for it to be. By the gleam in Jim’s eyes, Spock knew that this was exactly what Jim had been waiting for.
“Isn’t it?”
All of a sudden, Jim was leaning forward, brushing his soft pink lips over the point of one of Spock’s ears. Something of a thrill shot down Spock’s spine, but he didn’t move -- he was too busy trying to ignore the heat that was beginning to overtake his body. Jim let out a little sigh in Spock’s ear, his warm breath feeling both very good, and very torturous against Spock’s skin.
“You can’t tell me I’m the only one who enjoys this,” said Jim, leaning back slightly so that he could look down at Spock.
“I’ll have you know that I am most uncomfortable, Captain,” said the Vulcan, but he could feel the hitch in his voice. He wanted to kick himself for it. Truth was, he could feel Jim’s cock pressing against his own, and despite his best efforts, it was stirring something in him. And it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened.
“You’re gonna call me ‘captain’ in such an intimate moment, Spock?” Jim raised one of his eyebrows. The cocky grin came back to his face. “I like it.”
Spock opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Jim’s mouth was against his. Jim wasted no time in thrusting his tongue between his lips, exploring Spock’s mouth with eager self-confidence. His fingers played lightly with the hair at the nape of Spock’s neck, and more sparks seemed to move through Spock’s body at just this teasing.
However, Spock still liked to think he had good self-control, and he kept his hands at his sides. He had to ignore the overwhelming want to run his fingers through Jim’s hair, to caress Jim’s back and memorize every line of every muscle with his fingertips. Truth was, a tiny part of him wanted to clear the table of chess pieces, throw his captain down on it, and do everything in his power to have James T. Kirk writhing for him and saying his name.
He was very glad that he could contain himself.
“Kiss me back, Spock,” said Jim against his lips. “Please.”
“I do not think --”
A low, rusty laugh left Jim, stirring in his throat. He nipped lightly at Spock’s bottom lip, before saying, “It wasn’t a suggestion, Spock -- it was an order.”
Well, Spock never was one to disobey orders ...
Cocking his head slightly, Spock slanted his mouth against the other man’s, and as Jim’s tongue slipped into his mouth again, Spock responded. Jim’s body seemed to melt slightly, almost as if all he’d needed was for Spock to acknowledge him in that way. As their tongues swirled and twisted, lips moving rhythmically against one another’s, Jim bent slightly so that he could grab Spock’s arms.
When he placed Spock’s hands on his own hips, Spock didn’t have the heart to move them. Not to mention, sometimes it just felt like his hands fit there too perfectly, as if Jim’s hipbones had been purposely structured for it.
“Not so bad,” said Jim huskily, through kisses. “Just like all the other times.”
Spock didn’t say anything.
Squeezing slightly at Jim’s waist, Spock pressed chaste kisses to the corners of Jim’s mouth, and Jim relented momentarily -- as if he were savoring these little pecks. He was still smiling like it was his birthday, and he looked more contented than a cat after a bowl of warm milk.
Spock was torn between wanting to pull off Jim’s shirt, or shove him to the floor.
Arms going back around Spock’s neck, Jim took control once more, leaning forward and starting to kiss at Spock’s jawbone. As he started to trail hot, wet kisses up towards Spock’s ear, Spock let his eyes fall closed, unable to help himself. When Jim’s tongue lightly traced the shape of Spock’s ear, following the point as perfectly as if it had it memorized, a noise welled in Spock’s throat.
“You like that?” Jim asked.
“Jim --”
“Captain,” said the other man, cutting him off. “That’s ‘Captain’ to you, Mr. Spock.”
“... Captain, I don’t think we should allow this to go on any longer,” said Spock, and he didn’t know what he hated more. The fact that he was humoring Jim, or the breathless tremble in his voice.
“Oh shut up and kiss me back,” said Jim, before his lips were once more on Spock’s.
Their cocks, both of them now rock hard, were resting against each other’s, throbbing and pulsing through the thin material of their pants. Spock hated to know that he could feel this way, especially over someone like the captain, but what more could he do but face it? Even he couldn’t ignore what was right in front of him.
Suddenly, Jim started to roll his hips forward as they kissed, grinding his hardened dick against Spock’s. Spock’s breath caught in his throat, and his mouth fell slightly slack against Jim’s, the pleasure almost immediately too much for him. He didn’t want to be in such a situation, but on the other hand, oh God how he wanted it.
Jim bit at his bottom lip once more, pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it, and a very pitiful-sounding noise stirred in Spock’s throat again. One that embarrassed him to no end. And then he was embarrassed that he felt embarrassed at all.
“Mmm,” Jim murmured into the kiss, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
A groan started to leave Spock, but he cut it off quickly. “Captain ...” He trailed off, trying to ignore the warmth flaring out in his stomach.
“Yes?”
Spock’s head fell back slightly, and while his lips parted, he couldn’t find the right words. Jim’s cock rubbed against his through their pants, hard and hot, and he could feel himself reaching the edge very quickly.
“What’s that, Mr. Spock?” Jim asked, very arrogantly. “You want me to go faster? Is that it?”
He obliged what had to be his own wishes, and now he was all but bouncing in Spock’s lap, his breath coming out in short rasps as he still tried to deliver messy kisses to Spock’s jaw and neck. Something was uncoiling in Spock’s gut, something white hot and full of intensity, and he could feel it spreading throughout his whole body.
When he came, his body stiffened, and a guttural-sounding noise left him. He threw his head back once more, his eyes squeezing closed, and he grasped Jim’s waist tightly as he emptied himself into his pants. He wasn’t too sure if Jim had come before or after him, but now the captain was all but collapsed on top of him, panting. His hips continued to move just barely, sliding back and forth slowly, as he rode out the final waves of his orgasm.
Jim’s chin rested on one of Spock’s shoulders for a moment or two, his warm breath tickling the sweat-dampened skin there, and Spock sighed silently. He let his hands fall away from Jim’s hips, and once more, his arms went to his sides. Jim’s hands played with Spock’s hair again, combing through the short locks on the back of his head, and then Jim started to get up.
His lips brushed faintly over Spock’s a final time, but Spock didn’t react. He forced himself not to. His body wanted to shudder and shake from the force of his climax, but he was able to maintain his demeanor, and he merely sat, still as a statue and staring ahead of him. Jim gave a little chuckle, and he patted one of Spock’s shoulders, before he turned to go back to his own chair.
Before sitting down, Jim moved one of his chess pieces. Spock looked at it, and noticed that it was actually a very good move. As Jim threw himself into the chair, he was wearing the most self-satisfied look anyone had ever seen, a look so smug that Spock wanted to slap it off of him. Instead, Spock swallowed against the dryness of his throat, and he smoothed his shirt down.
“Captain ... has anyone ever told you, you play a very irritating game of chess?”
A grin spread across Jim’s face at Spock’s words.