Preparations
Title: Preparations
Rating: R/ NC-17
Summary: Training for a diplomatic mission has never been that much fun
Warnings: blatant sex
Word Count: 1010 according to this word counter
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
A/N: Written for the NCC-17 prompt at st_respect as my entry for the ship wars where no entry was permitted to be longer than 1010 words at most.
Footnotes:
Ithoros - name derived of the High/Old Greek word for water (íthor).
Oh, and the lube qualities of the liquid they are submerged in has been derived from meticulous research regarding underwater sex. You better hope my husband never has a reason to check my search entries on my laptop. He'd be .. surprised.
34°C equals 93.2 degrees Fahrenheit, in case anyone is interested.
Who would have thought that diplomatic functions could come with pre-mission instructions that were actually fun? Not him, Jim mused - but preparing for their next assignment on the world of Ithoros was certainly turning into just that. Fun.
To achieve a higher efficiency and turn-around rate of the various training exercises, the crew contingent chosen to participate in the actual mission had been split into pairs. Spock, applying his famed organizational skills, had set up a rota giving each team-member at least 6 hours of physical training logged before the Enterprise would enter orbit around Ithoros.
In order to provide the environmental parameters the away team would face planet-side, the largest exercise-room had been outfitted to accommodate a zero-entry pool, albeit one not filled with salt or fresh water but the more viscous silicone-based substance that covered 95% of the planet’s surface. Bones equipped every team-member with a subcutaneously-worn rebreather, making Jim grouse about the hypo-spray he was ambushed with as soon as he strode out of the changing-room, wearing nothing but his regulation swim-trunks.
“Come on in, the water’s fine!” Jim called out, splashing into the substance which was carefully maintained at the planet’s customary 34°C. He dove right in, heedless of the liquid’s noticeable differences to regular water. Turning to leave, Bones shook his head over how not even the fact that it felt like damn lube would deter Jim from treating it as his personal playground.
“Alone at last.” Jim grinned as he paddled closer to Spock who was still getting acquainted with the liquid sloshing around his knees. “Why Spock, one might think you had specifically planned for this, to give us the opportunity to accustom ourselves with more .. strenuous activities in these surroundings,” he quipped, flirting shamelessly.
“Affirmative. Knowing your propensity for getting in trouble during away missions it only seemed judicious to be prepared, Captain.”
“You insist on calling me Captain and I swear I’ll make this into the kinkiest roleplaying game you’ve ever had the misfortune of learning about, Mr. Spock!”
“... Jim,” Spock hurried to amend.
“Better.”
Floating before Spock, Jim wrapped his arms around his lover’s legs, bringing him to bend his knees and come to kneel in a graceful motion. Jim rose to his own knees, the warm water now playing around both their bodies. The droplets of fluid glistened on his bronze-toned skin as he slid muscular arms around Spock’s waist to draw them flush against each other. His mouth met Spock’s, hungry and fervent, their tongues quickly discovering that the salty taste of the liquid on his lips was not unpleasant.
Slick with the substance they were half submerged in, Jim’s torso slid over his lover’s, the sensation created by the simple contact drawing a moan from the human’s throat. His fingers climbed Spock’s spine, leaving a wet trail until they eventually fanned into the silken softness of the Vulcan’s hair and drew him ever closer into the breathless kiss.
His other hand dipped below the waistband of Spock’s swim trunks, encountering a hard-on that was straining hot and eager towards his touch. Pushing the swim trunks out of the way and discarding his own in the same motion, Jim teased the submerged cock with a feather-light touch, delighting in the begging sound Spock couldn’t retain.
Gently, he pushed his lover onto all fours, the warm liquid now teasing Spock’s body as it lapped against his sides and engulfed his cock while leaving the curve of his back exposed right down to his rear. Jim draped his own body over Spock’s, as if to blanket him with his warmth. In complete abandon to the sensations flooding him the Vulcan threw his head back and moaned. His neck and throat were bared, and Jim nuzzled lightly against the moist, salty skin there even as his hand cupped Spock’s balls, then traveled to the tight entrance he longed to push into.
“Jim.” So breathless, so beautifully ragged that Jim shivered at the sound, obliging his lover as he slid one, then two fingers into him in quick succession. Spock pushed back against his touch, braced against the pool’s floor. His back arched up at the invasion, and without further words, Jim knew that he was ready.
With one smooth motion he slid past Spock’s puckered defenses, welcomed by the tight heat and spurred on by the rumbled moan he felt more than heard as it reverberated throughout Spock’s whole body. Together, they rocked, Jim’s hand fisting around his lover’s erection, both of them straining towards completion. Their minds expanded to allow each other entry, psi-points no longer a necessity when so much skin touched so thoroughly. Gentle waves splashed around them as their pace quickened, the warm water a smooth caress against heated skin.
“Spock.” Jim breathed when Spock added his own hand to the fist that worked the Vulcan’s erection and their fingers entangled in an intimate Vulcan kiss, right there on Spock’s cock. Touching and touched, everywhere, within, without, mentally, physically, they gave themselves up to ecstasy, secure in the knowledge that the other would be there to catch them as they were falling.
’Love ..’
‘.. You.’
“Yes.” Together. United. They came.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“So Spock - want to train some more? There are .. positions we still need to practice,” the Captain asked, all nonchalance and professionalism. Alpha-shift on the bridge brooked no different approach.
“That would be .. advisable.”
Jim was certain that only he had heard the momentary hitch in Spock’s reply, and damn if he didn’t love knowing just what had put it there. “Advisable indeed,” he agreed without smugness.
By the time the actual mission rolled around even Admiral Komack acknowledged how diligently devoted to their training Starfleet’s youngest command team had been and how well-prepared the two had to be for the underwater world negotiations.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Last one in is a scaredy cat!” Jim whooped as he let himself drop off the boat anchored in its designated mooring spot on Ithoros.
“There is no resemblance between myself and a Terran feline.” Spock protested.
Jim smirked as he broke the surface. “Oh .. I wouldn’t say that, Mr. Spock. You sure can be a tiger!”
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Rating: R/ NC-17
Summary: Training for a diplomatic mission has never been that much fun
Warnings: blatant sex
Word Count: 1010 according to this word counter
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
A/N: Written for the NCC-17 prompt at st_respect as my entry for the ship wars where no entry was permitted to be longer than 1010 words at most.
Footnotes:
Ithoros - name derived of the High/Old Greek word for water (íthor).
Oh, and the lube qualities of the liquid they are submerged in has been derived from meticulous research regarding underwater sex. You better hope my husband never has a reason to check my search entries on my laptop. He'd be .. surprised.
34°C equals 93.2 degrees Fahrenheit, in case anyone is interested.
Who would have thought that diplomatic functions could come with pre-mission instructions that were actually fun? Not him, Jim mused - but preparing for their next assignment on the world of Ithoros was certainly turning into just that. Fun.
To achieve a higher efficiency and turn-around rate of the various training exercises, the crew contingent chosen to participate in the actual mission had been split into pairs. Spock, applying his famed organizational skills, had set up a rota giving each team-member at least 6 hours of physical training logged before the Enterprise would enter orbit around Ithoros.
In order to provide the environmental parameters the away team would face planet-side, the largest exercise-room had been outfitted to accommodate a zero-entry pool, albeit one not filled with salt or fresh water but the more viscous silicone-based substance that covered 95% of the planet’s surface. Bones equipped every team-member with a subcutaneously-worn rebreather, making Jim grouse about the hypo-spray he was ambushed with as soon as he strode out of the changing-room, wearing nothing but his regulation swim-trunks.
“Come on in, the water’s fine!” Jim called out, splashing into the substance which was carefully maintained at the planet’s customary 34°C. He dove right in, heedless of the liquid’s noticeable differences to regular water. Turning to leave, Bones shook his head over how not even the fact that it felt like damn lube would deter Jim from treating it as his personal playground.
“Alone at last.” Jim grinned as he paddled closer to Spock who was still getting acquainted with the liquid sloshing around his knees. “Why Spock, one might think you had specifically planned for this, to give us the opportunity to accustom ourselves with more .. strenuous activities in these surroundings,” he quipped, flirting shamelessly.
“Affirmative. Knowing your propensity for getting in trouble during away missions it only seemed judicious to be prepared, Captain.”
“You insist on calling me Captain and I swear I’ll make this into the kinkiest roleplaying game you’ve ever had the misfortune of learning about, Mr. Spock!”
“... Jim,” Spock hurried to amend.
“Better.”
Floating before Spock, Jim wrapped his arms around his lover’s legs, bringing him to bend his knees and come to kneel in a graceful motion. Jim rose to his own knees, the warm water now playing around both their bodies. The droplets of fluid glistened on his bronze-toned skin as he slid muscular arms around Spock’s waist to draw them flush against each other. His mouth met Spock’s, hungry and fervent, their tongues quickly discovering that the salty taste of the liquid on his lips was not unpleasant.
Slick with the substance they were half submerged in, Jim’s torso slid over his lover’s, the sensation created by the simple contact drawing a moan from the human’s throat. His fingers climbed Spock’s spine, leaving a wet trail until they eventually fanned into the silken softness of the Vulcan’s hair and drew him ever closer into the breathless kiss.
His other hand dipped below the waistband of Spock’s swim trunks, encountering a hard-on that was straining hot and eager towards his touch. Pushing the swim trunks out of the way and discarding his own in the same motion, Jim teased the submerged cock with a feather-light touch, delighting in the begging sound Spock couldn’t retain.
Gently, he pushed his lover onto all fours, the warm liquid now teasing Spock’s body as it lapped against his sides and engulfed his cock while leaving the curve of his back exposed right down to his rear. Jim draped his own body over Spock’s, as if to blanket him with his warmth. In complete abandon to the sensations flooding him the Vulcan threw his head back and moaned. His neck and throat were bared, and Jim nuzzled lightly against the moist, salty skin there even as his hand cupped Spock’s balls, then traveled to the tight entrance he longed to push into.
“Jim.” So breathless, so beautifully ragged that Jim shivered at the sound, obliging his lover as he slid one, then two fingers into him in quick succession. Spock pushed back against his touch, braced against the pool’s floor. His back arched up at the invasion, and without further words, Jim knew that he was ready.
With one smooth motion he slid past Spock’s puckered defenses, welcomed by the tight heat and spurred on by the rumbled moan he felt more than heard as it reverberated throughout Spock’s whole body. Together, they rocked, Jim’s hand fisting around his lover’s erection, both of them straining towards completion. Their minds expanded to allow each other entry, psi-points no longer a necessity when so much skin touched so thoroughly. Gentle waves splashed around them as their pace quickened, the warm water a smooth caress against heated skin.
“Spock.” Jim breathed when Spock added his own hand to the fist that worked the Vulcan’s erection and their fingers entangled in an intimate Vulcan kiss, right there on Spock’s cock. Touching and touched, everywhere, within, without, mentally, physically, they gave themselves up to ecstasy, secure in the knowledge that the other would be there to catch them as they were falling.
’Love ..’
‘.. You.’
“Yes.” Together. United. They came.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“So Spock - want to train some more? There are .. positions we still need to practice,” the Captain asked, all nonchalance and professionalism. Alpha-shift on the bridge brooked no different approach.
“That would be .. advisable.”
Jim was certain that only he had heard the momentary hitch in Spock’s reply, and damn if he didn’t love knowing just what had put it there. “Advisable indeed,” he agreed without smugness.
By the time the actual mission rolled around even Admiral Komack acknowledged how diligently devoted to their training Starfleet’s youngest command team had been and how well-prepared the two had to be for the underwater world negotiations.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Last one in is a scaredy cat!” Jim whooped as he let himself drop off the boat anchored in its designated mooring spot on Ithoros.
“There is no resemblance between myself and a Terran feline.” Spock protested.
Jim smirked as he broke the surface. “Oh .. I wouldn’t say that, Mr. Spock. You sure can be a tiger!”
.