FIC: As You Are 2/2
Title: As You Are
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Warnings: rentboy!Kirk, virgin!Spock, pre-movie, alien-kink
Beta: no dammit
For this prompt on the STXI kink meme
previous part
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The human shifted away, rolling onto his back and his spine forming an arch, before turning to face him. He wondered what they were to do now. Kissing had been covered, as well as touching, common methods of foreplay, common erogenous zones on the human body, and hugging, which he had actually always thought of as a familial gesture. According to the sporadic explanations, it was a social gesture between friends in greeting/departure, expressing happiness, as comfort for distress (physical, mental and emotional), as well as a courtship gesture, to be used sparingly between prospective mates to show affection, to greet, as a prelude to kissing and interludes between sexual activities. It was, according to Jim, the most prolific and widely used form of tactile contact, applicable in almost every positive social interaction.
‘Aren’t you tired?’
‘Vulcans require less sleep than humans.’ He replied, his hand finding rest on a hipbone.
The human grinned at him, ‘You’re a fast learner.’
Yes but this was absolutely fascinating. Especially - he glanced down at the human genitalia resting against his abdomen - having primary tactile information on human sexual organs that he had previously only seen in diagrams during xeno-biology was... almost, exhilirating. It was… external, as he'd been warned, and rather… cumbersome when sexually active. There was a blow of cool air across his forehead and he looked up, startled. The human grinned and slid Spock’s hand from the hipbone to the strange fur just above and spreading to cover his pubis.
‘You’re curious aren’t you?’ Jim raised his eyebrows, smile taking on a challenging lilt, ‘Well, go on then, you’ve been behaving, stop staring and touch it.’
Spock swallowed, fingers curling in the wiry soft hairs. Slowly, his hand drifted lower. It was hot, warmer than the rest of Jim’s body, solid but soft, fleshy and - fascinating, he could literally feel it pulsating in time to the human’s relatively sluggish heartbeats! Sliding his hand lower, he felt a strange sense of... wonder as his palm smoothed over it. The human made a soft noise and clutched his shoulders, face pressed against his. Oh, Jim whispered, ohhh, air rasping almost musically across his laryngopharynx.
‘You know, you’ve-‘ The human made a strange sound, a mixture between a laugh and the fuller, thicker guttural sounds of a cry, ‘-got a really firm hand.’
He loosened his grip. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, no, it was good, it was a compliment.’ Jim rested his hand atop his, ‘Keep going, just… be careful.’
Of course. Careful. He slowly maneuvered down so that he was eyelevel with the human’s navel and ran his fingers over the skin covering - it was a different texture than regular skin. It was overall alike yet different from the holo-diagram they had explored during class. There were also indents and grooves, hinting at blood vessels and other internal features just beneath the dermal surface. It was… remarkably familiar, not as alien as he had expected, besides the strange appendage it stretched from that was distinctively non-Vulcan.
‘And that’s enough for now.’ The human said, hands combing through his hair and stroking his shoulder, ‘If you stare anymore, I’m going to develop a complex.’
Feeling somewhat disappointed, he returned to his previous position, allowing Jim to place a leg over his own and fit their hips and torsos closely together. What next, he thought, with a sense of anticipation. Despite his initial misgivings, this was far more interesting than he had imagined.
‘You got to see mine, so…’ The human trailed off, staring at him expectantly, ‘Would it be - I mean, I know, well, um, can I see yours?’ The human narrowed his eyes and smiled weakly, hand sliding cautious down his torso. ‘Please?’
Spock shifted back, troubled. He had yet to completely undress, and he wasn't certain if he would be comfortable doing it in front of a human whom he had knew for barely one human day. Physical examinations had been a regular part of his normal schedule as a youth, and had not been appreciated. He was well-known at the Vulcan Science Academy’s biology department and their medical research facilities, which conducted his half-yearly examinations. Every aspect of his growth and sexual maturation had been recorded for posterity, his reflexes, his reactions to sensory stimulate, the rate of his growth, his comparative biology to other Vulcans of the same age, of a similar developmental stage, of the same clan; every injury; every illness; every abnormality.
The human embraced him, a hand sliding over his spinal cord in the curious broad strokes he starting to enjoy. ‘Look, forget I asked. We can just keep on doing this till you’re satisfied.’
But Spock was not satisfied. Knowledge was the best defense against the unknown. There were many things about Vulcan societal ideals that he was beginning to question, but that statement had proven itself consistently. Humans were… an alternative, and he would not be satisfied until…
‘What do you enjoy?’
The human rolled back and looked at him, ‘What?’
‘What basic human sexual activities do you enjoy?’
Jim looked at the ceiling, a strange blowing sound emitting from his mouth, ‘Okay, well, like I said we’re pretty versatile. I liked what we’ve done so far.’ The blue eyes met his and curved in mimicry of a smile, ‘But if you were human, I would have performed an examination of your, um, geni- err, your co- your private bits, sexual organs, you know, but like with-‘ An uncertain expression crossed his features, ‘-with my hands and lips, like, kissing you, only, ah, down there…?’ There was a cringe and suddenly the human sat up, hand on his forehead and an unknown expression etched across his face.
He sat and touched the curve of the human’s spine, softly defined and almost invisible under his skin (alien, his mind whispered). ‘I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry and I won’t be offended if you were to speak frankly.’
The human turned and gave him another speculative look, more intense than previous ones. He leaned on a hand and tugged lightly at Spock’s undergarment, ‘This needs to go.’
He nodded and holding his breath, lied on his back, brought his legs up and swiftly took off his undergarment, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Apprehensive he returned to face his companion. There was a strange smile on the human’s face, and his eyes were focused between his legs.
‘You are male, right?’
‘Yes, but my primary sexual characteristics are protected within my body, unlike yours.’
Jim’s eyes widened, ‘You mean you have a retractable cock?!’
He raised an eyebrow, wary of the extreme reaction. ‘Were you… unaware of this anatomical difference?’
The human gave him another wide-eyed stare and promptly collapsed back on the bed, his hands covering his face as he began to laugh: ‘Oh my God! I am so sorry! I am not laughing at you-‘ The human uncovered a part of his face and shot him a guilty look, before descending once more into respiratory upset. He sat up, concerned. Humans didn't breathe when violently laughing, he remembered - mother would lose cognitive abilities when she laughed. ‘I really am not! Seriously! Retractable!! That is like - SHIT!’ Jim rolled away from him and continued to convulse, the extreme constriction of his larynx by the epiglottis almost audible. He sat more upright and raised his hand, preparing to comm. for medical assistance.
Finally, after several quick glances and more quiet laughter, the human sat up and cleared his throat, face flushed and his eyes glistening with traces of tears. ‘I’m sorry, but, it seems that I fell um, asleep, that day in class. So no, sorry, um I wasn’t aware - seriously…’ Jim shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile.
Spock frowned but was relieved that the human appeared to be fine from the bout of respiratory upset. Rolling his eyes, the human shuffled over on his knees and kissed him soundly on the base of his chin before engaging his mouth, and then down lower, hand tilting his head up to facilitate kisses along his clavicle while the other hand descended till it was resting against his lower abdominal region.
‘Lie down,’ The human murmured, kissing him on the sternum, hands insistent.
He complied reluctantly, the objective unclear to him. With a small closed-mouth laugh (how curious, he didn’t know humans could laugh like that) Jim ran his tongue down the length of his stomach, leaving behind a trail of cooling saliva. It felt oddly pleasant, and he touched it with his fingers, curious.
Unlike Vulcans, humans are able to salivate from emotional or external sensual cues and not limited to digestive saliva production…
‘What’s this?’ The human asked, breathing against his pubis.
Sitting up, he watched wide-eyed as Jim leaned on an elbow and gently brushed his fingers across the two fleshy areas surrounding his private region. ‘It operates like the human testes.’
‘Huh…’ The human glanced at him, a delighted gleam in his eye, ‘It feels like an extension of your pubic bone. It like you’re a…’ The human gave him a toothy grin, ‘A twenty-first century androgenic doll.’
Spock tilted his head, ‘Excuse me?’
The human’s eye probed his nether region with an almost fervent intensity, making him feel the beginnings of a blush climbing over his neck and jaw. ‘They were plastic imitations of children, people, a toy that kids used to play with. They’re still popular in the colonies, but basically, they never had any primary sexual characteristics - the male dolls, they’d be like you,’ Jim looked up and smiled, ‘All smooth-‘ He resisted the urge to jolt at the sudden caress, ‘-and nothing to see.’
‘Under Vulcanoid climate conditions, it would not be completely hidden.’
Jim sat up and looked at him, ‘Yeah?’
‘Yes, but with the cooler climate on the Jupiter station, my body is compensating for the loss of heat.’
‘You’re cold…?’ The human tilted his head slightly to his left, eyes narrowed as he frowned, uncertainty etched over his brow. ‘…And so this is like- like… shriveling?’
Spock nodded reluctantly. He knew that the human found the temperature in the hotel lodgings perfectly amiable, but he had to admit, it was starting to be… a bit cool for his liking. With quick movements, the human suddenly flipped over a corner of the bedding and crawled till he was able to slide inside. Looking at him with an expectant expression, Jim waved for him to follow. Gratefully, he got off the bed and slipped under the covers. Lying side by side, Spock wondered if humans had sex under covers. He knew that they enjoyed sexual intercourse while lying down, but he’d heard that all records of humans engaging in coitus were in open-air, revealing every detail of their joining.
His abdomen flexed as a hand slid across the skin. Giving him a confused smile, Jim came closer and kissed him on the mouth, opening his lips and encouraging him to respond. Slowly, he turned and began to stroke and touch as they had before. There were low sounds of encouragement, until once more he was swept up in a vast array of sensory information, everything from the cool pleasant wetness of Jim’s mouth, to the reflexive sway of his hips, as if attempting to become closer to him than they were already, and the encouragement of his exploration of the human’s back, and then lower. Finally breaking the kiss, Jim’s hand slowing crept across his hipbone till it came to rest at the end of his spine.
‘You better know someone real well or have an explicit invitation to touch someone here.’ There was a flex of fingers against his posterior and a cheerful smile. Glancing down in the darkness under the blankets, he slowly caressed the curve of the human’s buttocks. A cool hand rested upon his, urging him to remain and explore. Anxiously glancing down, Spock flexed his fingers and pressed, delving into the cleft. The human hummed quietly in encouragement and touched him in a similar manner. He shifted, slightly startled by the coolness.
‘Do you want to fuck me?’
Spock met the human’s blue eyes, unsettled by the forceful question and its directness. Looking away, he withdrew his hand and shifted back. ‘I’m… not - is that expected?’
Jim shrugged and threw an arm and leg over him under the cover, face hidden against his neck. ‘Sure, I mean, well it’s the whole point. Fucking, copulation, whatever you want to call it. There’s lot of other things we can do, but ah, well that’s the basic MO. And, and-’ Jim raised his face, kissing him awkwardly on the chin before grinning, ‘-it feels really great.’
‘But I’m not…’ He shifted down so he was face to face with the human. ‘I understand that humans are able to mate for reasons other than marriage and reproduction, but I am not sure that I will be able to - I cannot - it doesn’t seem...’
It doesn’t seem quite respectful to treat human sexual intercourse as a recreational activity… even for genuine investigative purposes…
He took a deep breath and glanced over the human’s shoulder, uncertain of what to say. Suddenly his entire body jerked violently, and a strong sensation screamed through his nerves. Grabbing the appendage responsible, he quickly removed Jim’s hand from his pubis. Wide-eyed, the human pulled back from him.
‘Sorry! Ah sorry! I just- I didn’t mean to do that! I was just touching! Ah - just touching!’ The human’s words were rushed, apologetic.
He released the human’s hand and breathed hotly, his body abuzz with strong sensations he had not felt since physical maturation at the Vulcan age of seven, and he’d first became aware that his sexual maturation was progressing at a faster rate in comparison to his peers. It’d been almost awkward to observe his other agemates during that period, male or female, for there was always this inexplicable urge for something he could not properly define. He wondered if this was a human thing. He’d never told anyone else about the feelings, though he was certain that the doctors had suspected but…
‘Just…’ He breathed, ‘Be careful.’
The human nodded, flustered, hands held up in a pose of appeasement. ‘Okay sure - careful - sure, you got it. Kiddy gloves on, I swear.’
Exhaling loudly, he returned his hand to its familiar resting spot on the human’s hipbone. The blue eyes flicked to his, a hint of surprise in its depths. He was given a slow smile as Jim kissed him softly on the lips, one after another, sometimes nothing more than a brush of lips, and his anxiety was quickly overwritten by his desire to explore. Slowly, he slipped his hand down further, till his fingers were pressed against the back of the human’s arousal, between his legs. Suddenly the human body in his arms shuddered violent and there was a wet forceful oral caress, match by hands stroking and touching him all over, intent as if they were looking for something. Unsure, he froze.
‘Hmm,’ Jim murmured against his lips, eyes closed, ‘Oh, that’s it, but wait, let me get something, it’ll make this easier.’ Disentangling, the human lunged over the side of the bed before he rolling back under the blankets, placing an unknown object on his chest.
‘Need your hand.’ The human pulled his dominant hand to him. A silicon rubber-like sheath was fitted over his index and middle finger, with a webbed area between the individual sockets which connected to the small device strapped against his palm. Pulling his hand against his chest, the human deliberately pressed his covered fingers to his skin. A small amount of clear substance was left behind. Running a finger though it, the human leant forwards and with a smirk, dabbed it on his nose, surprising him.
‘Lubricant.’ Jim said, enunciating the word. ‘We’ll need it if we want to get anywhere. It’ll make it feel really good later. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.’
‘And this will,’ He examined the device on his hand carefully, uncertain about its application in a sensitive area despite the assurances, ‘Make you feel… aroused?’
The human laughed dryly, ‘Um, no, I’m already aroused.’ There was a slight playful thrust against his thigh, ‘No, this, this is to make me receptive to... well, sex. Like - oh just gimme your hand-’ He swallowed reflexively as the human rolled around and pulled his hand was down between his legs. ‘Just, feel around, stick it up my ass, move around and it’ll do the rest, okay?’
He nodded faintly, his attentions completely absorbed with what was happening under the blankets. Slowly sliding his fingers between the legs, he shifted his fingers carefully, pressing and nudging before he found a point of weakness. Pressing forwards, his senses alert for any sign of distress, he felt his skin jump when Jim made a sudden wordless sound. From the way that the human shifted back against him, it seemed positive. He continued to probe, slow and gentle and then harder, pressing his finger pads against the interior wall as he’d been shown till the human was making low moans and rolling his hips. Taking a deep breath, he felt a stir in his intestinal tract; he was affected, he was feeling… significantly affected.
‘Do you know…?’ The human whispered, gasping for air, ‘Do you know… how warm you are? You feel so hot and… ugh…’ There was a short breathless laugh, ‘You are like… literally hot, and oh, oh it feels really-’ Jim gave small moan and rolled his hips. ‘-damn good.’
Finally he felt a touch on his arm, and his companion attempt to roll around to face him. With a pleased and slightly dazed smile, Jim stretched up and kissed him firmly. ‘Hmm, okay, I’m pretty sure that I’m ready. So,’ Smirking in a peculiar manner, the human glanced down and once again touched his pubis, fingertips ghosting over his skin. ‘Now, what do you say?’
Closing his eyes, Spock felt tepid air slide along the surface of his erection it slowly extended. Opening his eyes, he watched the reaction of the human closely. The differences were mostly superficial, but he did want to know if humans would find it unsettling or just… curious. With an odd intensity, the human tilted his head, forehead bumping into his ribs as his eyes remained fixed between their bodies. There was a very soft caress against its side, and a breath of cool air. He shivered.
‘It looks… kind of the same.’
He wasn’t sure if that was relief, curiosity or displeasure in Jim’s voice.
‘But it’s all…’ There was another feathery touch, ‘Slick, and you’ve,’ There was a small laugh, ‘You’ve got like… no foreskin, in fact…’ He tensed when the human wriggled down to be closer and he felt a very careful soft kiss against him. Spock took a sharp breath and felt a palatable relief when Jim stopped his tactile examination.
A leg slid along his, giving him a firm nudge. ‘Lie on your back. It’ll make it easier.’
Rolling over to lie on his back, he swallowed and wondered if it was normal to be so anxious. He struggled to remember the various information he had read on preferred positions for aiding sexual congress, but his mind was consumed with processing all the tactile sensation as well as cross-referencing everything he had learnt so far with all of the official texts and hearsay he had learnt as a youth.
Jim sat astride over his pelvis with a grin on his face. ‘So, how about it?’ He said, leaning forwards and sliding his hands to rest against his shoulders, thoroughly pinning him to the bed. ‘Yes or no? Because now that you’ve decided to come clean, I can try some other stuff with you if you want.’
Curiosity piqued, he met the human’s eyes, ‘What things?’
‘Well…’ The human took his hand and began to remove the device, ‘I could kiss you and touch you, only, you know, down there. A blowjob, head - don’t let the names fool you. It’s a sort of kissing, very deeply, like Frenching but like, more. It’s more a suck thing than a blow thing.’
He tilted his head, an unsettled feeling fluttering through his solar plexus. ‘You’re not to… bite it off are you?’
‘What?’ Jim’s face became horrified, ‘No! No! Spock! Where the hell did you-! Why do you think that I’m going bite you? I mean, sure I’ll do if you want me to, if you like it, but not there!’
So there was biting. He swallowed, ‘Under what circumstances do humans bite?’
The human raised an eyebrow at him, and reluctantly gave him a bemused smile. ‘When we’re annoyed during intercourse, when we want to unsettle during foreplay, and when there is explicit consent and its mutually satisfying.’ On those words, the human smacked him on the lower ribs, hard. ‘It’s always light, always to cause sensation and not to alarm. Honestly Spock, do you think we’re all a bunch of carnivores or sadists or something?!’
‘Vulcans are vegetarians.’
Jim blinked, his smile widening, ‘You’re joking.’
‘Vulcans don’t joke.’
Throwing his head back the human laughed lightly, the sound scraping through his teeth. ‘Yeah but Vulcans sure like to gossip about human sexual behavior; and here I was thinking you guys were like these scientific giants, all work and no play, but now-‘ There was an accusing finger pointed at his face, ‘-I know the truth.’
Spock frowned, not really understanding what the human was implying. Opening his mouth to ask, he promptly swallowed his words as Jim shifted back and undulated himself atop his arousal in a suggestive manner. Spock felt his breathing increasing as he felt the distinct sensation of the human’s cooler hand grasping him firmly and then-
Opening his mouth, he gasped, his breathing arrested. There was a long moan against his sternum, where the human’s forehead rested as his thighs flexed and gripped at his hips. It felt very, very pleasurable. The muscles in his pelvis convulsed sporadically and there was an urge to push up, thrust up into the tight space he was caught within. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. It was… intoxicating.
‘This…’ The human murmured, breathless, ‘Is fucking. You’re fucking me.’
Trembling he settled his hands on either side of the human’s hips and wondered if it was painful. Jim was flushed and the tension of his face implied that he was under physical duress, perhaps even in pain.
Gradually the movements became more fluid, and the expression on the human’s face changed to one of concentration, hazy smiles and open-mouthed gasps. He stroked the side of the human’s legs and attempted to sit up, only to be rebuffed by a rough shove. The human lay flat against him, hands gripping the blanket tight around his shoulders as his hips kept moving. He moaned loudly, muffling himself with a fist full of bed cover.
‘There’s a small gland inside-‘ The human moaned, his entire back arching, before his head dropped down to rest against Spock’s lower ribs, his hair brushing across his skin, leaving a trail of wetness ‘-and every time, oh, you push in, it feels- it’s so- fucking good. Vulcans, do they have this too?’
No. He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t remember.
Though humans possess pores for liquid absorption in the construct of their epidermis, they are operated by “sweat glands” to shed moisture (and waste) for the purpose of body temperature regulation…
Spock touched Jim’s shoulders and stared at the ceiling, feeling his control slipping as his calves tightened and his hips began to jerk, rising upwards to meet each downward thrust. Closing his eyes firmly, he began to thrust upwards. He felt the human dragging one of his hands and pressing it insistently at his arousal.
‘Touch me here.’
He complied.
‘Oh yes, like that…’ Jim murmured against his chest, breaths cool and wet. ‘You’re warm, you’re so fucking warm, you’re so fucking warm, and - oh, ohh, don’t stop.’ Spock gritted his teeth and moaned. The human laughed, breathless and weak, little moans reverberating over the back of his throat. The human stretched over him, cheek resting against his lower ribs, leaving streaks of moisture where ever he touched. Spock ran a hand down the flat of Jim’s back. His hand became wet. It was human sweat, he realized in a daze, feeling its thinness, its viscidity imprinting across his fingers.
Not Vulcan at all…
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He ran his hand down the front of the human’s body, fascinated by the process of the body cooling down through expelling moisture. Restlessly moving about, the human opened his eyes and gave him a sleepy look. He removed his hand and wondered if perhaps he should not have disturbed Jim from his short sleep.
‘Hello,’ The human said weakly, ‘What’s the time?’
His eyes flicked to the console at the head of the bed, ‘It is 1622.’
‘Huh… only another hour.’
He realized that the human was referring to the end of their association. With a grunt, Jim maneuvered onto his elbows and gave him a tired look, ‘Get me a drink, will you? Got any lemon tea?’
He nodded. He had memorized the tea menu during the night. ‘With or without sweetener?’
‘Lots of sweetener please and make it cold, thanks.’
Getting off the bed, he processed the order and quickly returned with the tea. The human took it and drank deeply, finishing before requesting two more cups. It seemed that the “sweating” did have consequences on his body’s liquid requirements. A excessive and illogical waste - if this was the true state of a human body's temperature regulation, mother's preoccupation with beverages seemed to be a biological imperative rather than a preference. He wondered if the human could just as easily replace his internal moisture through showering or bathing or even heavy air moisture, as he could. He doubted it somehow.
The human paused in his drinking and stared back at him, ‘What? I’m thirsty and I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday. You owe me dinner, breakfast and lunch. When she said twenty-four hours, I didn’t think you’d take that literally.’
‘I’m sorry.’ He said, suddenly aware that he’d made a significant mistake.
Despite his focus on having a “human” experience, he had forgotten that he could no longer expect Vulcan physical tolerances. During his studies for the VSA, he had often been able to continue to work for several human days without food or rest when in the middle of complex programming corrections or a particularly fascinating experiment. Mentally, he made a note to remember this when he began interacting with the other (mostly human) cadets at Starfleet: a minimum of two meals, one and a half liters of water and eight hours of sleep within a thirty hour cycle.
Jim put the cup on the bed head and lied back down, yawning and stretching. He sat on the edge of the bed and wondered if he should order some food.
‘So, any last thrills you want to cover?’ The human said, rolling onto an elbow and smiling at him.
He wondered if all humans had this kind of easy-going disposition or if Jim was a particular branch or type of human. He understood there were approximately eight billion humans currently spread through the systems of the Federation, and that they were divided into nations, cultures and regions, with complicated systems of allegiance to their place of residence/birth, their family unit, their genealogy, their culture, and various philosophical/religious/political associations. It apparently had a large impact on their interests, influenced their choices in food, clothing, choice of mate, their temperament, syntax, vocabulary, and career-choice.
‘What type of human are you?’
The human frowned, ‘What do you mean?’
‘What is your nation? Your region?’
Jim smiled, ‘Well under old Earth ideas, I am an American national, and my region is Iowa.’
‘Are these designations important? I know a human who is a Canadian national, region Vancouver.’
‘That’s a city.’ The human said, ‘The region is British Columbia.’
‘Do these designations matter?’
The human shrugged, and made a vague gesture, ‘Tell the truth, I don’t really know. You guys have like a ten thousand year old civilization and you still learn about stuff from eight thousand years ago and name ships after famous people that have been dead for six thousand years, what do you think?’
Spock frowned, ‘So it’s a kind of tradition?’
Jim shrugged and gave him a wide-eyed shake of the head, ‘Nah, sorry, can’t really tell you - you’ll probably get a better explanation from someone at the Vulcan Science Academy.’
At the reminder of what he had left behind, Spock felt disdain and disappointment. Meeting the inquisitive gaze of the human who had been a great aide to alleviating his concern over the complexities of human courtship and mating habits, he felt a strange sense of certainty, that it had been correct to leave Vulcan and see... humanity for himself. This was one of his mother’s people, and this human had been… very kind. He wondered if all humans were like this - it would, he thought hopefully, make his self-imposed exile from Vulcan easier to explain, and his new life among humans easier to bear. Picking up the cup left by Jim, he went to the dispenser and filled it with more lemon tea.
‘Thanks.’ The human accepted it gladly and took a loud sip.
He sat down on the bed, ‘You mentioned that touching and hugging is widely applied in many social situations, could you please clarify that?’
‘What do you mean?’
He frowned, ‘What do the touches convey to humans?’
Taking a long gulp, the human glanced to the side, deep in thought. ‘Well…’ Jim said, biting the rim of the cup, ‘If someone was to touch you say on the arm, like a long stroke - just one stroke, downwards, that’s usually used between people who are close, close friends or family members…’
‘And mates?’
‘Definitely.’ Drinking the rest of the tea, the human put the cup on the bed head and patted the covers next to him. ‘Look, just come here, okay, it’ll be easier to just show you.’
Sliding onto the bed, he settled himself in an upright seated position, knees bent as he turned his body towards his human companion.
There was a light clasp on his shoulders with one hand. ‘This is: look at me, listen to me.’
He knew this one. Mother had often laid a hand on his shoulder when speaking to him, only stopping when he had reached 15 human years old. The human inched forwards and embraced him, hands high upon his back. ‘Hello, how are you, I’m glad to see you.’
The hands shifted lower, the human’s arms immobilizing his movements. The hands began to stroke across the planes of his back, ‘You’ll be okay; I’m here with you; don’t be sad, don’t be angry; I’m sorry, don’t run away.’
The arms released him and then snaked under his own, squeezing him tight against the human’s cooler form, ‘I am really, really happy to see you; we haven’t seen each other in a long time and I really missed you.’ The arms loosened and the hands dropped lower, till they were resting over the curve of his back side. He stilled, the sensory memory of last night resurfacing briefly. ‘I want to touch you, you are attractive, I’m considering further sexual activities with you, you’re mine, I‘m into you.’
Jim took his arms and drew them around him, ‘Hug me back.’
‘Does the message change?’
The human smiled mysteriously, ‘Sometimes.’
They embraced briefly, hands high over each other’s shoulders. ‘We’re friends and we are excited to see each other again. We’re in a difficult situation together but we’ll protect each other.’ He moved his arms slightly lower, securing the human in his arms. He felt Jim do the same to him, squeezing his ribs. ‘We’re close, family. I think you are wonderful. I’m hurting don’t let go.’ Drawing back, he slid his hands along the human’s side and then stroked the nude flesh on the human’s back. Jim shivered and then stroked him through his tunic, ‘Stay awhile and comfort me, I want to feel that we care, that we love each other, we’ll be fine because we’ve got each other.’
His hands shifted lower till he was touching the bare flesh of Jim’s bottom. The human did the same. ‘We’re going to kiss, we’re going to enjoy one another, we are sexually engaged, we’re only paying attention to one another.’
Suddenly, the human released him and drew back, lying back against the pillows with a sleepy expression on his face, ‘Friendship, family members, for initiating courtship, during courtship, during mating, and even when you’re married.’
‘And touching?’ He asked, throat dry.
The human held up his hand, his eyes half-lidded. Spock leaned closer.
There was a gentle stroke down the side of his face with a cool clammy palm, ‘I care about you; you are important; I am paying attention; tell me; focus on me.’
The human drew the back of his hand down his face, the touch almost ghostly, ‘Don’t be sad. You’re beautiful.’
There was a stroke of a thumb over his mouth, and feathery touches of finger tips over his chin, his jaw, his mouth, as if they were exploring something, as if they were drawing pleasure. Jim smiled.
‘Kiss me.’
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Standing at the sight of the female, he bowed his head briefly in greeting to her. She smiled, showing off her clear teeth, eyes drifting to the figure between them. Spock glanced down. The human gave him a questioning look, half-way through masticating a mouthful of Chicken Marsala. Excusing himself, he made his way to the edge of the atrium.
‘How was your research?’
He met her reptilian gaze, ‘Very successful, thank you.’
She nodded, a satisfied look upon her face, ‘Good. I hope he took good care of you.’
‘He did, thank you.’
‘Well, it seems our business is concluded.’ The female held out her open claws.
Withdrawing the credit clip, he handed it over. She took out a checker, ensuring that it contained the agreed balance. Satisfied that he had fulfilled his side of the agreement, the credit clip and her checker disappeared into a utility belt hanging low across her hips.
‘Tell him that we leave at 2000 hours, Junction 12, Dock F. Remind him not to be late this time.’
Turning she left, disappearing quickly into the thick crowd of new arrivals disembarking from a Starfleet transport. Most appeared to be cadets, en route to the Academy; he wondered if they had been on a field trip, mission training or were coming back from shore leave. He returned to the table and sat down. Jim gave him a curious look, still eating.
‘What up?’
‘Your transport will be leaving at 2000 hours, Junction 12, Dock F - don’t be late.’
The human shrugged, ‘Oh, plenty of time. Your connection soon?’
‘No.’
Jim gave him a confused look, ‘You don’t live on Jupiter Station do you?’
‘I am a temporary resident. I am waiting for my application of permanent Earth residency to be processed.’
The human laughed, scrapping his fork loudly against his almost empty plate, ‘Seriously? You wanna go live there? You work for the Embassy or something?’
He frowned at the reminder that he will not be able to distance himself from his father as much as he would have desired. ‘No. I’ve been accepted into Starfleet.’
Jim smiled down at his plate, ‘Oh, well good for you, it’ll be great, a Vulcan in Starfleet - you could start a trend you know.’
He highly doubted that. ‘What is your next destination?’
The human shrugged, eyes fixed on something happening in the distance, a vague smile on his lips. ‘Dunno, Kaeferia, maybe even Andorra or P’Jem. Who knows.’
A silence descended upon the table. Taking a deep breath, Jim placed his knife and fork down on the plate and sat back, rubbing his stomach. ‘Just what I needed.’ Turning and glancing at the public chronometer, the human made moves to stand. ‘I should probably go-‘
He stood, ‘I am… very appreciative of your assistance with my research.’
Jim rubbed his nose, shrugging. ‘It’s nothing. Enjoy Earth - hey,’ He looked up and grinned, ‘You should go bar hopping when you’re at the Academy - the Castro’s pretty easy to get to, heard there’s free shuttles for cadets on weekends and Friday nights.’
He refrained from reminding the human that he was not affected by alcohol, and that the music levels enjoyed by humans during recreation were actually quite damaging to Vulcan hearing.
He nodded, ‘I will try to remember that.’
The human smiled, and held his arms open. ‘Last one…?’
Resisting the urge to glance around for watchful eyes, Spock stepped forwards and lightly hugged the human. Jim patted his back and then drew away.
‘See, human already. Anyway, see you later, eh.’ He said, and quickly walked away.
finis
author rant - i only tried to post the fic... oh six times before LJ finally cooperated.
this fic also depressed me for some reason...
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Warnings: rentboy!Kirk, virgin!Spock, pre-movie, alien-kink
Beta: no dammit
For this prompt on the STXI kink meme
previous part
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The human shifted away, rolling onto his back and his spine forming an arch, before turning to face him. He wondered what they were to do now. Kissing had been covered, as well as touching, common methods of foreplay, common erogenous zones on the human body, and hugging, which he had actually always thought of as a familial gesture. According to the sporadic explanations, it was a social gesture between friends in greeting/departure, expressing happiness, as comfort for distress (physical, mental and emotional), as well as a courtship gesture, to be used sparingly between prospective mates to show affection, to greet, as a prelude to kissing and interludes between sexual activities. It was, according to Jim, the most prolific and widely used form of tactile contact, applicable in almost every positive social interaction.
‘Aren’t you tired?’
‘Vulcans require less sleep than humans.’ He replied, his hand finding rest on a hipbone.
The human grinned at him, ‘You’re a fast learner.’
Yes but this was absolutely fascinating. Especially - he glanced down at the human genitalia resting against his abdomen - having primary tactile information on human sexual organs that he had previously only seen in diagrams during xeno-biology was... almost, exhilirating. It was… external, as he'd been warned, and rather… cumbersome when sexually active. There was a blow of cool air across his forehead and he looked up, startled. The human grinned and slid Spock’s hand from the hipbone to the strange fur just above and spreading to cover his pubis.
‘You’re curious aren’t you?’ Jim raised his eyebrows, smile taking on a challenging lilt, ‘Well, go on then, you’ve been behaving, stop staring and touch it.’
Spock swallowed, fingers curling in the wiry soft hairs. Slowly, his hand drifted lower. It was hot, warmer than the rest of Jim’s body, solid but soft, fleshy and - fascinating, he could literally feel it pulsating in time to the human’s relatively sluggish heartbeats! Sliding his hand lower, he felt a strange sense of... wonder as his palm smoothed over it. The human made a soft noise and clutched his shoulders, face pressed against his. Oh, Jim whispered, ohhh, air rasping almost musically across his laryngopharynx.
‘You know, you’ve-‘ The human made a strange sound, a mixture between a laugh and the fuller, thicker guttural sounds of a cry, ‘-got a really firm hand.’
He loosened his grip. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘No, no, it was good, it was a compliment.’ Jim rested his hand atop his, ‘Keep going, just… be careful.’
Of course. Careful. He slowly maneuvered down so that he was eyelevel with the human’s navel and ran his fingers over the skin covering - it was a different texture than regular skin. It was overall alike yet different from the holo-diagram they had explored during class. There were also indents and grooves, hinting at blood vessels and other internal features just beneath the dermal surface. It was… remarkably familiar, not as alien as he had expected, besides the strange appendage it stretched from that was distinctively non-Vulcan.
‘And that’s enough for now.’ The human said, hands combing through his hair and stroking his shoulder, ‘If you stare anymore, I’m going to develop a complex.’
Feeling somewhat disappointed, he returned to his previous position, allowing Jim to place a leg over his own and fit their hips and torsos closely together. What next, he thought, with a sense of anticipation. Despite his initial misgivings, this was far more interesting than he had imagined.
‘You got to see mine, so…’ The human trailed off, staring at him expectantly, ‘Would it be - I mean, I know, well, um, can I see yours?’ The human narrowed his eyes and smiled weakly, hand sliding cautious down his torso. ‘Please?’
Spock shifted back, troubled. He had yet to completely undress, and he wasn't certain if he would be comfortable doing it in front of a human whom he had knew for barely one human day. Physical examinations had been a regular part of his normal schedule as a youth, and had not been appreciated. He was well-known at the Vulcan Science Academy’s biology department and their medical research facilities, which conducted his half-yearly examinations. Every aspect of his growth and sexual maturation had been recorded for posterity, his reflexes, his reactions to sensory stimulate, the rate of his growth, his comparative biology to other Vulcans of the same age, of a similar developmental stage, of the same clan; every injury; every illness; every abnormality.
The human embraced him, a hand sliding over his spinal cord in the curious broad strokes he starting to enjoy. ‘Look, forget I asked. We can just keep on doing this till you’re satisfied.’
But Spock was not satisfied. Knowledge was the best defense against the unknown. There were many things about Vulcan societal ideals that he was beginning to question, but that statement had proven itself consistently. Humans were… an alternative, and he would not be satisfied until…
‘What do you enjoy?’
The human rolled back and looked at him, ‘What?’
‘What basic human sexual activities do you enjoy?’
Jim looked at the ceiling, a strange blowing sound emitting from his mouth, ‘Okay, well, like I said we’re pretty versatile. I liked what we’ve done so far.’ The blue eyes met his and curved in mimicry of a smile, ‘But if you were human, I would have performed an examination of your, um, geni- err, your co- your private bits, sexual organs, you know, but like with-‘ An uncertain expression crossed his features, ‘-with my hands and lips, like, kissing you, only, ah, down there…?’ There was a cringe and suddenly the human sat up, hand on his forehead and an unknown expression etched across his face.
He sat and touched the curve of the human’s spine, softly defined and almost invisible under his skin (alien, his mind whispered). ‘I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pry and I won’t be offended if you were to speak frankly.’
The human turned and gave him another speculative look, more intense than previous ones. He leaned on a hand and tugged lightly at Spock’s undergarment, ‘This needs to go.’
He nodded and holding his breath, lied on his back, brought his legs up and swiftly took off his undergarment, discarding it somewhere on the floor. Apprehensive he returned to face his companion. There was a strange smile on the human’s face, and his eyes were focused between his legs.
‘You are male, right?’
‘Yes, but my primary sexual characteristics are protected within my body, unlike yours.’
Jim’s eyes widened, ‘You mean you have a retractable cock?!’
He raised an eyebrow, wary of the extreme reaction. ‘Were you… unaware of this anatomical difference?’
The human gave him another wide-eyed stare and promptly collapsed back on the bed, his hands covering his face as he began to laugh: ‘Oh my God! I am so sorry! I am not laughing at you-‘ The human uncovered a part of his face and shot him a guilty look, before descending once more into respiratory upset. He sat up, concerned. Humans didn't breathe when violently laughing, he remembered - mother would lose cognitive abilities when she laughed. ‘I really am not! Seriously! Retractable!! That is like - SHIT!’ Jim rolled away from him and continued to convulse, the extreme constriction of his larynx by the epiglottis almost audible. He sat more upright and raised his hand, preparing to comm. for medical assistance.
Finally, after several quick glances and more quiet laughter, the human sat up and cleared his throat, face flushed and his eyes glistening with traces of tears. ‘I’m sorry, but, it seems that I fell um, asleep, that day in class. So no, sorry, um I wasn’t aware - seriously…’ Jim shrugged and gave him a sheepish smile.
Spock frowned but was relieved that the human appeared to be fine from the bout of respiratory upset. Rolling his eyes, the human shuffled over on his knees and kissed him soundly on the base of his chin before engaging his mouth, and then down lower, hand tilting his head up to facilitate kisses along his clavicle while the other hand descended till it was resting against his lower abdominal region.
‘Lie down,’ The human murmured, kissing him on the sternum, hands insistent.
He complied reluctantly, the objective unclear to him. With a small closed-mouth laugh (how curious, he didn’t know humans could laugh like that) Jim ran his tongue down the length of his stomach, leaving behind a trail of cooling saliva. It felt oddly pleasant, and he touched it with his fingers, curious.
Unlike Vulcans, humans are able to salivate from emotional or external sensual cues and not limited to digestive saliva production…
‘What’s this?’ The human asked, breathing against his pubis.
Sitting up, he watched wide-eyed as Jim leaned on an elbow and gently brushed his fingers across the two fleshy areas surrounding his private region. ‘It operates like the human testes.’
‘Huh…’ The human glanced at him, a delighted gleam in his eye, ‘It feels like an extension of your pubic bone. It like you’re a…’ The human gave him a toothy grin, ‘A twenty-first century androgenic doll.’
Spock tilted his head, ‘Excuse me?’
The human’s eye probed his nether region with an almost fervent intensity, making him feel the beginnings of a blush climbing over his neck and jaw. ‘They were plastic imitations of children, people, a toy that kids used to play with. They’re still popular in the colonies, but basically, they never had any primary sexual characteristics - the male dolls, they’d be like you,’ Jim looked up and smiled, ‘All smooth-‘ He resisted the urge to jolt at the sudden caress, ‘-and nothing to see.’
‘Under Vulcanoid climate conditions, it would not be completely hidden.’
Jim sat up and looked at him, ‘Yeah?’
‘Yes, but with the cooler climate on the Jupiter station, my body is compensating for the loss of heat.’
‘You’re cold…?’ The human tilted his head slightly to his left, eyes narrowed as he frowned, uncertainty etched over his brow. ‘…And so this is like- like… shriveling?’
Spock nodded reluctantly. He knew that the human found the temperature in the hotel lodgings perfectly amiable, but he had to admit, it was starting to be… a bit cool for his liking. With quick movements, the human suddenly flipped over a corner of the bedding and crawled till he was able to slide inside. Looking at him with an expectant expression, Jim waved for him to follow. Gratefully, he got off the bed and slipped under the covers. Lying side by side, Spock wondered if humans had sex under covers. He knew that they enjoyed sexual intercourse while lying down, but he’d heard that all records of humans engaging in coitus were in open-air, revealing every detail of their joining.
His abdomen flexed as a hand slid across the skin. Giving him a confused smile, Jim came closer and kissed him on the mouth, opening his lips and encouraging him to respond. Slowly, he turned and began to stroke and touch as they had before. There were low sounds of encouragement, until once more he was swept up in a vast array of sensory information, everything from the cool pleasant wetness of Jim’s mouth, to the reflexive sway of his hips, as if attempting to become closer to him than they were already, and the encouragement of his exploration of the human’s back, and then lower. Finally breaking the kiss, Jim’s hand slowing crept across his hipbone till it came to rest at the end of his spine.
‘You better know someone real well or have an explicit invitation to touch someone here.’ There was a flex of fingers against his posterior and a cheerful smile. Glancing down in the darkness under the blankets, he slowly caressed the curve of the human’s buttocks. A cool hand rested upon his, urging him to remain and explore. Anxiously glancing down, Spock flexed his fingers and pressed, delving into the cleft. The human hummed quietly in encouragement and touched him in a similar manner. He shifted, slightly startled by the coolness.
‘Do you want to fuck me?’
Spock met the human’s blue eyes, unsettled by the forceful question and its directness. Looking away, he withdrew his hand and shifted back. ‘I’m… not - is that expected?’
Jim shrugged and threw an arm and leg over him under the cover, face hidden against his neck. ‘Sure, I mean, well it’s the whole point. Fucking, copulation, whatever you want to call it. There’s lot of other things we can do, but ah, well that’s the basic MO. And, and-’ Jim raised his face, kissing him awkwardly on the chin before grinning, ‘-it feels really great.’
‘But I’m not…’ He shifted down so he was face to face with the human. ‘I understand that humans are able to mate for reasons other than marriage and reproduction, but I am not sure that I will be able to - I cannot - it doesn’t seem...’
It doesn’t seem quite respectful to treat human sexual intercourse as a recreational activity… even for genuine investigative purposes…
He took a deep breath and glanced over the human’s shoulder, uncertain of what to say. Suddenly his entire body jerked violently, and a strong sensation screamed through his nerves. Grabbing the appendage responsible, he quickly removed Jim’s hand from his pubis. Wide-eyed, the human pulled back from him.
‘Sorry! Ah sorry! I just- I didn’t mean to do that! I was just touching! Ah - just touching!’ The human’s words were rushed, apologetic.
He released the human’s hand and breathed hotly, his body abuzz with strong sensations he had not felt since physical maturation at the Vulcan age of seven, and he’d first became aware that his sexual maturation was progressing at a faster rate in comparison to his peers. It’d been almost awkward to observe his other agemates during that period, male or female, for there was always this inexplicable urge for something he could not properly define. He wondered if this was a human thing. He’d never told anyone else about the feelings, though he was certain that the doctors had suspected but…
‘Just…’ He breathed, ‘Be careful.’
The human nodded, flustered, hands held up in a pose of appeasement. ‘Okay sure - careful - sure, you got it. Kiddy gloves on, I swear.’
Exhaling loudly, he returned his hand to its familiar resting spot on the human’s hipbone. The blue eyes flicked to his, a hint of surprise in its depths. He was given a slow smile as Jim kissed him softly on the lips, one after another, sometimes nothing more than a brush of lips, and his anxiety was quickly overwritten by his desire to explore. Slowly, he slipped his hand down further, till his fingers were pressed against the back of the human’s arousal, between his legs. Suddenly the human body in his arms shuddered violent and there was a wet forceful oral caress, match by hands stroking and touching him all over, intent as if they were looking for something. Unsure, he froze.
‘Hmm,’ Jim murmured against his lips, eyes closed, ‘Oh, that’s it, but wait, let me get something, it’ll make this easier.’ Disentangling, the human lunged over the side of the bed before he rolling back under the blankets, placing an unknown object on his chest.
‘Need your hand.’ The human pulled his dominant hand to him. A silicon rubber-like sheath was fitted over his index and middle finger, with a webbed area between the individual sockets which connected to the small device strapped against his palm. Pulling his hand against his chest, the human deliberately pressed his covered fingers to his skin. A small amount of clear substance was left behind. Running a finger though it, the human leant forwards and with a smirk, dabbed it on his nose, surprising him.
‘Lubricant.’ Jim said, enunciating the word. ‘We’ll need it if we want to get anywhere. It’ll make it feel really good later. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.’
‘And this will,’ He examined the device on his hand carefully, uncertain about its application in a sensitive area despite the assurances, ‘Make you feel… aroused?’
The human laughed dryly, ‘Um, no, I’m already aroused.’ There was a slight playful thrust against his thigh, ‘No, this, this is to make me receptive to... well, sex. Like - oh just gimme your hand-’ He swallowed reflexively as the human rolled around and pulled his hand was down between his legs. ‘Just, feel around, stick it up my ass, move around and it’ll do the rest, okay?’
He nodded faintly, his attentions completely absorbed with what was happening under the blankets. Slowly sliding his fingers between the legs, he shifted his fingers carefully, pressing and nudging before he found a point of weakness. Pressing forwards, his senses alert for any sign of distress, he felt his skin jump when Jim made a sudden wordless sound. From the way that the human shifted back against him, it seemed positive. He continued to probe, slow and gentle and then harder, pressing his finger pads against the interior wall as he’d been shown till the human was making low moans and rolling his hips. Taking a deep breath, he felt a stir in his intestinal tract; he was affected, he was feeling… significantly affected.
‘Do you know…?’ The human whispered, gasping for air, ‘Do you know… how warm you are? You feel so hot and… ugh…’ There was a short breathless laugh, ‘You are like… literally hot, and oh, oh it feels really-’ Jim gave small moan and rolled his hips. ‘-damn good.’
Finally he felt a touch on his arm, and his companion attempt to roll around to face him. With a pleased and slightly dazed smile, Jim stretched up and kissed him firmly. ‘Hmm, okay, I’m pretty sure that I’m ready. So,’ Smirking in a peculiar manner, the human glanced down and once again touched his pubis, fingertips ghosting over his skin. ‘Now, what do you say?’
Closing his eyes, Spock felt tepid air slide along the surface of his erection it slowly extended. Opening his eyes, he watched the reaction of the human closely. The differences were mostly superficial, but he did want to know if humans would find it unsettling or just… curious. With an odd intensity, the human tilted his head, forehead bumping into his ribs as his eyes remained fixed between their bodies. There was a very soft caress against its side, and a breath of cool air. He shivered.
‘It looks… kind of the same.’
He wasn’t sure if that was relief, curiosity or displeasure in Jim’s voice.
‘But it’s all…’ There was another feathery touch, ‘Slick, and you’ve,’ There was a small laugh, ‘You’ve got like… no foreskin, in fact…’ He tensed when the human wriggled down to be closer and he felt a very careful soft kiss against him. Spock took a sharp breath and felt a palatable relief when Jim stopped his tactile examination.
A leg slid along his, giving him a firm nudge. ‘Lie on your back. It’ll make it easier.’
Rolling over to lie on his back, he swallowed and wondered if it was normal to be so anxious. He struggled to remember the various information he had read on preferred positions for aiding sexual congress, but his mind was consumed with processing all the tactile sensation as well as cross-referencing everything he had learnt so far with all of the official texts and hearsay he had learnt as a youth.
Jim sat astride over his pelvis with a grin on his face. ‘So, how about it?’ He said, leaning forwards and sliding his hands to rest against his shoulders, thoroughly pinning him to the bed. ‘Yes or no? Because now that you’ve decided to come clean, I can try some other stuff with you if you want.’
Curiosity piqued, he met the human’s eyes, ‘What things?’
‘Well…’ The human took his hand and began to remove the device, ‘I could kiss you and touch you, only, you know, down there. A blowjob, head - don’t let the names fool you. It’s a sort of kissing, very deeply, like Frenching but like, more. It’s more a suck thing than a blow thing.’
He tilted his head, an unsettled feeling fluttering through his solar plexus. ‘You’re not to… bite it off are you?’
‘What?’ Jim’s face became horrified, ‘No! No! Spock! Where the hell did you-! Why do you think that I’m going bite you? I mean, sure I’ll do if you want me to, if you like it, but not there!’
So there was biting. He swallowed, ‘Under what circumstances do humans bite?’
The human raised an eyebrow at him, and reluctantly gave him a bemused smile. ‘When we’re annoyed during intercourse, when we want to unsettle during foreplay, and when there is explicit consent and its mutually satisfying.’ On those words, the human smacked him on the lower ribs, hard. ‘It’s always light, always to cause sensation and not to alarm. Honestly Spock, do you think we’re all a bunch of carnivores or sadists or something?!’
‘Vulcans are vegetarians.’
Jim blinked, his smile widening, ‘You’re joking.’
‘Vulcans don’t joke.’
Throwing his head back the human laughed lightly, the sound scraping through his teeth. ‘Yeah but Vulcans sure like to gossip about human sexual behavior; and here I was thinking you guys were like these scientific giants, all work and no play, but now-‘ There was an accusing finger pointed at his face, ‘-I know the truth.’
Spock frowned, not really understanding what the human was implying. Opening his mouth to ask, he promptly swallowed his words as Jim shifted back and undulated himself atop his arousal in a suggestive manner. Spock felt his breathing increasing as he felt the distinct sensation of the human’s cooler hand grasping him firmly and then-
Opening his mouth, he gasped, his breathing arrested. There was a long moan against his sternum, where the human’s forehead rested as his thighs flexed and gripped at his hips. It felt very, very pleasurable. The muscles in his pelvis convulsed sporadically and there was an urge to push up, thrust up into the tight space he was caught within. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. It was… intoxicating.
‘This…’ The human murmured, breathless, ‘Is fucking. You’re fucking me.’
Trembling he settled his hands on either side of the human’s hips and wondered if it was painful. Jim was flushed and the tension of his face implied that he was under physical duress, perhaps even in pain.
Gradually the movements became more fluid, and the expression on the human’s face changed to one of concentration, hazy smiles and open-mouthed gasps. He stroked the side of the human’s legs and attempted to sit up, only to be rebuffed by a rough shove. The human lay flat against him, hands gripping the blanket tight around his shoulders as his hips kept moving. He moaned loudly, muffling himself with a fist full of bed cover.
‘There’s a small gland inside-‘ The human moaned, his entire back arching, before his head dropped down to rest against Spock’s lower ribs, his hair brushing across his skin, leaving a trail of wetness ‘-and every time, oh, you push in, it feels- it’s so- fucking good. Vulcans, do they have this too?’
No. He didn’t know. He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t remember.
Though humans possess pores for liquid absorption in the construct of their epidermis, they are operated by “sweat glands” to shed moisture (and waste) for the purpose of body temperature regulation…
Spock touched Jim’s shoulders and stared at the ceiling, feeling his control slipping as his calves tightened and his hips began to jerk, rising upwards to meet each downward thrust. Closing his eyes firmly, he began to thrust upwards. He felt the human dragging one of his hands and pressing it insistently at his arousal.
‘Touch me here.’
He complied.
‘Oh yes, like that…’ Jim murmured against his chest, breaths cool and wet. ‘You’re warm, you’re so fucking warm, you’re so fucking warm, and - oh, ohh, don’t stop.’ Spock gritted his teeth and moaned. The human laughed, breathless and weak, little moans reverberating over the back of his throat. The human stretched over him, cheek resting against his lower ribs, leaving streaks of moisture where ever he touched. Spock ran a hand down the flat of Jim’s back. His hand became wet. It was human sweat, he realized in a daze, feeling its thinness, its viscidity imprinting across his fingers.
Not Vulcan at all…
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He ran his hand down the front of the human’s body, fascinated by the process of the body cooling down through expelling moisture. Restlessly moving about, the human opened his eyes and gave him a sleepy look. He removed his hand and wondered if perhaps he should not have disturbed Jim from his short sleep.
‘Hello,’ The human said weakly, ‘What’s the time?’
His eyes flicked to the console at the head of the bed, ‘It is 1622.’
‘Huh… only another hour.’
He realized that the human was referring to the end of their association. With a grunt, Jim maneuvered onto his elbows and gave him a tired look, ‘Get me a drink, will you? Got any lemon tea?’
He nodded. He had memorized the tea menu during the night. ‘With or without sweetener?’
‘Lots of sweetener please and make it cold, thanks.’
Getting off the bed, he processed the order and quickly returned with the tea. The human took it and drank deeply, finishing before requesting two more cups. It seemed that the “sweating” did have consequences on his body’s liquid requirements. A excessive and illogical waste - if this was the true state of a human body's temperature regulation, mother's preoccupation with beverages seemed to be a biological imperative rather than a preference. He wondered if the human could just as easily replace his internal moisture through showering or bathing or even heavy air moisture, as he could. He doubted it somehow.
The human paused in his drinking and stared back at him, ‘What? I’m thirsty and I haven’t eaten since lunch yesterday. You owe me dinner, breakfast and lunch. When she said twenty-four hours, I didn’t think you’d take that literally.’
‘I’m sorry.’ He said, suddenly aware that he’d made a significant mistake.
Despite his focus on having a “human” experience, he had forgotten that he could no longer expect Vulcan physical tolerances. During his studies for the VSA, he had often been able to continue to work for several human days without food or rest when in the middle of complex programming corrections or a particularly fascinating experiment. Mentally, he made a note to remember this when he began interacting with the other (mostly human) cadets at Starfleet: a minimum of two meals, one and a half liters of water and eight hours of sleep within a thirty hour cycle.
Jim put the cup on the bed head and lied back down, yawning and stretching. He sat on the edge of the bed and wondered if he should order some food.
‘So, any last thrills you want to cover?’ The human said, rolling onto an elbow and smiling at him.
He wondered if all humans had this kind of easy-going disposition or if Jim was a particular branch or type of human. He understood there were approximately eight billion humans currently spread through the systems of the Federation, and that they were divided into nations, cultures and regions, with complicated systems of allegiance to their place of residence/birth, their family unit, their genealogy, their culture, and various philosophical/religious/political associations. It apparently had a large impact on their interests, influenced their choices in food, clothing, choice of mate, their temperament, syntax, vocabulary, and career-choice.
‘What type of human are you?’
The human frowned, ‘What do you mean?’
‘What is your nation? Your region?’
Jim smiled, ‘Well under old Earth ideas, I am an American national, and my region is Iowa.’
‘Are these designations important? I know a human who is a Canadian national, region Vancouver.’
‘That’s a city.’ The human said, ‘The region is British Columbia.’
‘Do these designations matter?’
The human shrugged, and made a vague gesture, ‘Tell the truth, I don’t really know. You guys have like a ten thousand year old civilization and you still learn about stuff from eight thousand years ago and name ships after famous people that have been dead for six thousand years, what do you think?’
Spock frowned, ‘So it’s a kind of tradition?’
Jim shrugged and gave him a wide-eyed shake of the head, ‘Nah, sorry, can’t really tell you - you’ll probably get a better explanation from someone at the Vulcan Science Academy.’
At the reminder of what he had left behind, Spock felt disdain and disappointment. Meeting the inquisitive gaze of the human who had been a great aide to alleviating his concern over the complexities of human courtship and mating habits, he felt a strange sense of certainty, that it had been correct to leave Vulcan and see... humanity for himself. This was one of his mother’s people, and this human had been… very kind. He wondered if all humans were like this - it would, he thought hopefully, make his self-imposed exile from Vulcan easier to explain, and his new life among humans easier to bear. Picking up the cup left by Jim, he went to the dispenser and filled it with more lemon tea.
‘Thanks.’ The human accepted it gladly and took a loud sip.
He sat down on the bed, ‘You mentioned that touching and hugging is widely applied in many social situations, could you please clarify that?’
‘What do you mean?’
He frowned, ‘What do the touches convey to humans?’
Taking a long gulp, the human glanced to the side, deep in thought. ‘Well…’ Jim said, biting the rim of the cup, ‘If someone was to touch you say on the arm, like a long stroke - just one stroke, downwards, that’s usually used between people who are close, close friends or family members…’
‘And mates?’
‘Definitely.’ Drinking the rest of the tea, the human put the cup on the bed head and patted the covers next to him. ‘Look, just come here, okay, it’ll be easier to just show you.’
Sliding onto the bed, he settled himself in an upright seated position, knees bent as he turned his body towards his human companion.
There was a light clasp on his shoulders with one hand. ‘This is: look at me, listen to me.’
He knew this one. Mother had often laid a hand on his shoulder when speaking to him, only stopping when he had reached 15 human years old. The human inched forwards and embraced him, hands high upon his back. ‘Hello, how are you, I’m glad to see you.’
The hands shifted lower, the human’s arms immobilizing his movements. The hands began to stroke across the planes of his back, ‘You’ll be okay; I’m here with you; don’t be sad, don’t be angry; I’m sorry, don’t run away.’
The arms released him and then snaked under his own, squeezing him tight against the human’s cooler form, ‘I am really, really happy to see you; we haven’t seen each other in a long time and I really missed you.’ The arms loosened and the hands dropped lower, till they were resting over the curve of his back side. He stilled, the sensory memory of last night resurfacing briefly. ‘I want to touch you, you are attractive, I’m considering further sexual activities with you, you’re mine, I‘m into you.’
Jim took his arms and drew them around him, ‘Hug me back.’
‘Does the message change?’
The human smiled mysteriously, ‘Sometimes.’
They embraced briefly, hands high over each other’s shoulders. ‘We’re friends and we are excited to see each other again. We’re in a difficult situation together but we’ll protect each other.’ He moved his arms slightly lower, securing the human in his arms. He felt Jim do the same to him, squeezing his ribs. ‘We’re close, family. I think you are wonderful. I’m hurting don’t let go.’ Drawing back, he slid his hands along the human’s side and then stroked the nude flesh on the human’s back. Jim shivered and then stroked him through his tunic, ‘Stay awhile and comfort me, I want to feel that we care, that we love each other, we’ll be fine because we’ve got each other.’
His hands shifted lower till he was touching the bare flesh of Jim’s bottom. The human did the same. ‘We’re going to kiss, we’re going to enjoy one another, we are sexually engaged, we’re only paying attention to one another.’
Suddenly, the human released him and drew back, lying back against the pillows with a sleepy expression on his face, ‘Friendship, family members, for initiating courtship, during courtship, during mating, and even when you’re married.’
‘And touching?’ He asked, throat dry.
The human held up his hand, his eyes half-lidded. Spock leaned closer.
There was a gentle stroke down the side of his face with a cool clammy palm, ‘I care about you; you are important; I am paying attention; tell me; focus on me.’
The human drew the back of his hand down his face, the touch almost ghostly, ‘Don’t be sad. You’re beautiful.’
There was a stroke of a thumb over his mouth, and feathery touches of finger tips over his chin, his jaw, his mouth, as if they were exploring something, as if they were drawing pleasure. Jim smiled.
‘Kiss me.’
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Standing at the sight of the female, he bowed his head briefly in greeting to her. She smiled, showing off her clear teeth, eyes drifting to the figure between them. Spock glanced down. The human gave him a questioning look, half-way through masticating a mouthful of Chicken Marsala. Excusing himself, he made his way to the edge of the atrium.
‘How was your research?’
He met her reptilian gaze, ‘Very successful, thank you.’
She nodded, a satisfied look upon her face, ‘Good. I hope he took good care of you.’
‘He did, thank you.’
‘Well, it seems our business is concluded.’ The female held out her open claws.
Withdrawing the credit clip, he handed it over. She took out a checker, ensuring that it contained the agreed balance. Satisfied that he had fulfilled his side of the agreement, the credit clip and her checker disappeared into a utility belt hanging low across her hips.
‘Tell him that we leave at 2000 hours, Junction 12, Dock F. Remind him not to be late this time.’
Turning she left, disappearing quickly into the thick crowd of new arrivals disembarking from a Starfleet transport. Most appeared to be cadets, en route to the Academy; he wondered if they had been on a field trip, mission training or were coming back from shore leave. He returned to the table and sat down. Jim gave him a curious look, still eating.
‘What up?’
‘Your transport will be leaving at 2000 hours, Junction 12, Dock F - don’t be late.’
The human shrugged, ‘Oh, plenty of time. Your connection soon?’
‘No.’
Jim gave him a confused look, ‘You don’t live on Jupiter Station do you?’
‘I am a temporary resident. I am waiting for my application of permanent Earth residency to be processed.’
The human laughed, scrapping his fork loudly against his almost empty plate, ‘Seriously? You wanna go live there? You work for the Embassy or something?’
He frowned at the reminder that he will not be able to distance himself from his father as much as he would have desired. ‘No. I’ve been accepted into Starfleet.’
Jim smiled down at his plate, ‘Oh, well good for you, it’ll be great, a Vulcan in Starfleet - you could start a trend you know.’
He highly doubted that. ‘What is your next destination?’
The human shrugged, eyes fixed on something happening in the distance, a vague smile on his lips. ‘Dunno, Kaeferia, maybe even Andorra or P’Jem. Who knows.’
A silence descended upon the table. Taking a deep breath, Jim placed his knife and fork down on the plate and sat back, rubbing his stomach. ‘Just what I needed.’ Turning and glancing at the public chronometer, the human made moves to stand. ‘I should probably go-‘
He stood, ‘I am… very appreciative of your assistance with my research.’
Jim rubbed his nose, shrugging. ‘It’s nothing. Enjoy Earth - hey,’ He looked up and grinned, ‘You should go bar hopping when you’re at the Academy - the Castro’s pretty easy to get to, heard there’s free shuttles for cadets on weekends and Friday nights.’
He refrained from reminding the human that he was not affected by alcohol, and that the music levels enjoyed by humans during recreation were actually quite damaging to Vulcan hearing.
He nodded, ‘I will try to remember that.’
The human smiled, and held his arms open. ‘Last one…?’
Resisting the urge to glance around for watchful eyes, Spock stepped forwards and lightly hugged the human. Jim patted his back and then drew away.
‘See, human already. Anyway, see you later, eh.’ He said, and quickly walked away.
finis
author rant - i only tried to post the fic... oh six times before LJ finally cooperated.
this fic also depressed me for some reason...