Watching You Watching Me
Watching You Watching Me
Media: Fanfic
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,282
Summary: Spock walks in on his Captain showering...
Originally posted on the Kirk/Spock Fanfiction Archive here.
Part 1
Spock walked into the bathroom he shared with his Captain only to find the man in the shower, leaning against the wall, and stroking himself.
Spock froze and his mouth suddenly went dry. He had noticed the Captain was aesthetically pleasing, but never had he thought of him sexually. Not until now.
The door behind Spock slid closed and Kirk's hand stopped, his eyes popped open. He looked into the Vulcan's eyes and smiled. Holding Spock's gaze he began once again to stroke his shaft but with more vigor than before. Spock was rooted to the spot, his own cock hardening in his trousers.
The man in front of him began to pant heavily, water dripping down his body, hand working his flushed and swollen cock. He was quite a sight to behold.
"Captain," he began.
The man in front of him smirked faintly. "It's Jim," he breathed.
Spock hesitated, "Jim..."
The man arched into his own touch, "Yes Spock, say my name...say it again."
Spock found his feet moving of their own accord until he was standing just outside the shower. He took in the beauty of his Captain's body up close, resisting the urge to touch. "Jim," he breathed, reaching down to palm himself through his pants. The Captain's eyes followed his movements, widening slightly as he groaned.
"Spock, Spock, please - let me see you."
He obliged, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, pulling himself out of his briefs and matching the rhythm of the man in front of him. It was erotic, to be watching the man in front of him pleasure himself as he watched Spock doing the same.
Several moments passed and there was a sharp intake of breath from the Captain, "Shit...I don't think that...I won't last much longer, Spock."
Spock watched as the Captain's strokes grew more erratic, as he fought to keep his eyes open. "Spock, Spock! Oh God, Spock! Watch me, watch me!"
Spock stroked himself faster, relishing the man's desperation. "Come, Jim."
His captain kept his piercing blue eyes on him as he came with a loud moan. He lazily continued to stroke himself as he grew soft, watching the Vulcan's own strokes become more frantic after watching him come.
Spock gasped, "Jim, I..."
Jim stepped forward and out of the cubicle, water dripping down his body. Spock's eyes widened as he watched the man kneel before him and take him into his mouth. The Vulcan only managed several thrusts into the moist heat before he was coming with a cry. He collapsed against the wall, watching as his captain, stood up, grabbed a towel and walked into his own room with a smirk over his shoulder, "Dry me off?"
Spock wasted no time in following.
Part 2
"Are you gonna dry me off or should I just keep dripping on the carpet?" Jim joked, holding out the towel.
Spock ignored the cloth and instead put his hand behind his Captain's neck and pulled him into a kiss, not able to wait. He devoured Jim's mouth, memorizing the taste of it. Jim dropped the towel, quickly forgetting about it.
Spock's hands wandered everywhere he could reach before settling his hands on the other man's buttocks, kneading the flesh.
Jim had not expected it and gasped into the kiss. He quickly recovered and began to nibble Spock's lower lip. Spock's lips rocked forward and Jim groaned.
"This isn't fair. You're wearing too much, I want to feel you," he said as he pulled away from the kiss.
Spock nodded and stepped away, stripping off his now slightly damp shirts. Jim immediately stepped forward, bending to take a nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it and nibbling lightly.
This time it was Spock who was caught off guard. He gripped the other man's shoulders, his hips rocking forward seeking the body that was no longer aligned with his. He startled once more as he felt the captain yanking down the pants that he had hastily pulled up and forgotten to button. Jim wasted no time in yanking down his briefs as well. Spock lifted his feet one at a time to get rid of the articles completely. Jim stepped back and eyed him hungrily.
"Fuck Spock, I never thought I'd get you like this. You're even more perfect than I pictured," he leaned in to kiss him again but Spock stopped him.
Spock's eyebrows shot up, "You have pictured me in such a state?"
"What the hell do you think I was picturing when you walked in on me in the shower?"
Spock paused, he had not thought that, had not wondered why Jim did not object to his presence during such a private act.
Jim distracted him from thoughts once more when he dragged Spock over to his bed and pushed him down. The captain covered Spock's body with his own, lining them up chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and cock to cock. Jim rocked forward and they both moaned as their lengths slid against one another. Jim continued to rock and Spock pushed his hips up to meet him, they quickly set up a rhythm and their cocks caressed one another, slid against one another, rubbed against one another.
Spock felt his balls tighten the way they had when Jim had had him in his mouth earlier and then his orgasm reached him. Jim rocked against him for several more seconds, tucking his head in the crook of Spock's shoulder as he came as well.
They both breathed heavily and Spock lightly pulled Jim off of him and stood up.
Spock walked over to where the towel was and then returned, wiping the few remaining drops of water off of Jim and then cleaning him both of their releases.
"Looks like we needed the towel after all," Jim laughed.
Part 3
Sometime later Spock placed the towel on the floor and pulled Jim in for another deep kiss. Jim protested when he pulled away.
Spock admired the body before him, "I believe that there are certain parts of you I prefer wet, Jim."
The captain's brow crinkled in confusion. "Wha-"
Spock moved down and hesitantly licked up Jim's shaft, listening to the man inhale sharply above him.
"Shit, Spock. Warn someone before you do that!"
Becoming more confident, Spock simply raised an eyebrow and engulfed the head of the cock before him, feeling the member begin to harden in his mouth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the unique taste, alternating between licks and sucks as he slowly took more and more in.
Jim was gripping the sheets, moaning softly. Spock hummed when he had the whole shaft in his mouth and his nose brushed the coarse patch of hair.
The captain made a strangled sound. "Fuck Spock, how are you..." he let a groan as the Vulcan began to slowly move his head up and down. Jim's hands moved from the sheets to Spock's hair, grabbing it roughly and then sliding his fingers gently across the tips of his ears.
Spock began to rut against the bed, seeking his own stimulation as Jim's moans got louder.
"You look so hot right now," Jim informed him, voice rough and low. Spock tentatively reached down to fondle the Captain's testicles. And the other man's seed rushed into Spock's mouth as he thrust his hips up into the warm mouth sucking and Spock swallowed it all greedily.
Jim let out a puff of air, "Wow." He looked down to find the Vulcan looking up at him and he smiled, running his hands through the hair he had tousled.
Spock raised an eyebrow, "Should I endeavor to interrupt your showers more often, Jim?"
"Definitely."
Media: Fanfic
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,282
Summary: Spock walks in on his Captain showering...
Originally posted on the Kirk/Spock Fanfiction Archive here.
Part 1
Spock walked into the bathroom he shared with his Captain only to find the man in the shower, leaning against the wall, and stroking himself.
Spock froze and his mouth suddenly went dry. He had noticed the Captain was aesthetically pleasing, but never had he thought of him sexually. Not until now.
The door behind Spock slid closed and Kirk's hand stopped, his eyes popped open. He looked into the Vulcan's eyes and smiled. Holding Spock's gaze he began once again to stroke his shaft but with more vigor than before. Spock was rooted to the spot, his own cock hardening in his trousers.
The man in front of him began to pant heavily, water dripping down his body, hand working his flushed and swollen cock. He was quite a sight to behold.
"Captain," he began.
The man in front of him smirked faintly. "It's Jim," he breathed.
Spock hesitated, "Jim..."
The man arched into his own touch, "Yes Spock, say my name...say it again."
Spock found his feet moving of their own accord until he was standing just outside the shower. He took in the beauty of his Captain's body up close, resisting the urge to touch. "Jim," he breathed, reaching down to palm himself through his pants. The Captain's eyes followed his movements, widening slightly as he groaned.
"Spock, Spock, please - let me see you."
He obliged, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, pulling himself out of his briefs and matching the rhythm of the man in front of him. It was erotic, to be watching the man in front of him pleasure himself as he watched Spock doing the same.
Several moments passed and there was a sharp intake of breath from the Captain, "Shit...I don't think that...I won't last much longer, Spock."
Spock watched as the Captain's strokes grew more erratic, as he fought to keep his eyes open. "Spock, Spock! Oh God, Spock! Watch me, watch me!"
Spock stroked himself faster, relishing the man's desperation. "Come, Jim."
His captain kept his piercing blue eyes on him as he came with a loud moan. He lazily continued to stroke himself as he grew soft, watching the Vulcan's own strokes become more frantic after watching him come.
Spock gasped, "Jim, I..."
Jim stepped forward and out of the cubicle, water dripping down his body. Spock's eyes widened as he watched the man kneel before him and take him into his mouth. The Vulcan only managed several thrusts into the moist heat before he was coming with a cry. He collapsed against the wall, watching as his captain, stood up, grabbed a towel and walked into his own room with a smirk over his shoulder, "Dry me off?"
Spock wasted no time in following.
Part 2
"Are you gonna dry me off or should I just keep dripping on the carpet?" Jim joked, holding out the towel.
Spock ignored the cloth and instead put his hand behind his Captain's neck and pulled him into a kiss, not able to wait. He devoured Jim's mouth, memorizing the taste of it. Jim dropped the towel, quickly forgetting about it.
Spock's hands wandered everywhere he could reach before settling his hands on the other man's buttocks, kneading the flesh.
Jim had not expected it and gasped into the kiss. He quickly recovered and began to nibble Spock's lower lip. Spock's lips rocked forward and Jim groaned.
"This isn't fair. You're wearing too much, I want to feel you," he said as he pulled away from the kiss.
Spock nodded and stepped away, stripping off his now slightly damp shirts. Jim immediately stepped forward, bending to take a nipple into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it and nibbling lightly.
This time it was Spock who was caught off guard. He gripped the other man's shoulders, his hips rocking forward seeking the body that was no longer aligned with his. He startled once more as he felt the captain yanking down the pants that he had hastily pulled up and forgotten to button. Jim wasted no time in yanking down his briefs as well. Spock lifted his feet one at a time to get rid of the articles completely. Jim stepped back and eyed him hungrily.
"Fuck Spock, I never thought I'd get you like this. You're even more perfect than I pictured," he leaned in to kiss him again but Spock stopped him.
Spock's eyebrows shot up, "You have pictured me in such a state?"
"What the hell do you think I was picturing when you walked in on me in the shower?"
Spock paused, he had not thought that, had not wondered why Jim did not object to his presence during such a private act.
Jim distracted him from thoughts once more when he dragged Spock over to his bed and pushed him down. The captain covered Spock's body with his own, lining them up chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and cock to cock. Jim rocked forward and they both moaned as their lengths slid against one another. Jim continued to rock and Spock pushed his hips up to meet him, they quickly set up a rhythm and their cocks caressed one another, slid against one another, rubbed against one another.
Spock felt his balls tighten the way they had when Jim had had him in his mouth earlier and then his orgasm reached him. Jim rocked against him for several more seconds, tucking his head in the crook of Spock's shoulder as he came as well.
They both breathed heavily and Spock lightly pulled Jim off of him and stood up.
Spock walked over to where the towel was and then returned, wiping the few remaining drops of water off of Jim and then cleaning him both of their releases.
"Looks like we needed the towel after all," Jim laughed.
Part 3
Sometime later Spock placed the towel on the floor and pulled Jim in for another deep kiss. Jim protested when he pulled away.
Spock admired the body before him, "I believe that there are certain parts of you I prefer wet, Jim."
The captain's brow crinkled in confusion. "Wha-"
Spock moved down and hesitantly licked up Jim's shaft, listening to the man inhale sharply above him.
"Shit, Spock. Warn someone before you do that!"
Becoming more confident, Spock simply raised an eyebrow and engulfed the head of the cock before him, feeling the member begin to harden in his mouth. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the unique taste, alternating between licks and sucks as he slowly took more and more in.
Jim was gripping the sheets, moaning softly. Spock hummed when he had the whole shaft in his mouth and his nose brushed the coarse patch of hair.
The captain made a strangled sound. "Fuck Spock, how are you..." he let a groan as the Vulcan began to slowly move his head up and down. Jim's hands moved from the sheets to Spock's hair, grabbing it roughly and then sliding his fingers gently across the tips of his ears.
Spock began to rut against the bed, seeking his own stimulation as Jim's moans got louder.
"You look so hot right now," Jim informed him, voice rough and low. Spock tentatively reached down to fondle the Captain's testicles. And the other man's seed rushed into Spock's mouth as he thrust his hips up into the warm mouth sucking and Spock swallowed it all greedily.
Jim let out a puff of air, "Wow." He looked down to find the Vulcan looking up at him and he smiled, running his hands through the hair he had tousled.
Spock raised an eyebrow, "Should I endeavor to interrupt your showers more often, Jim?"
"Definitely."