Disclaimer: I don't own Trek.
This is a fluffy/cracky/light-hearted drabble about two hot men.
T'Slash gave me the inspiration.
You've Still Got It… And I Still Want It
All eyes, whether male or female, watched the two men enter the exclusive restaurant. They were dressed in very elegant black suits. The blonde human wore a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt while the Vulcan had black suit of his own culture. However, the most vivid detail of their allure was their stature. Each man carried himself like they owned the building, smirking at those who caught their eye, oozing sex appeal. Everyone in the place had stopped whatever they happened to be doing when they had entered. The music had faded, the waiters stopped in mid-stride, the patrons had their forks halfway to their mouths in awe, but with a nod from the Vulcan and a wink from the Human everything began once more.
Once inside the establishment, they parted ways as if they were never truly together at all. The human strode to the bar, a man even jumped up to offer him a place to sit. He smiled politely, taking the proffered spot in-between two gorgeous young women, turning with his back to the bar so he could scan the rest of the room, enticing even more leers at his deliciously toned form. He ordered a drink and began to merciless flirt with his two companions. The women, who were scantily clad, clung to him and whispered promises of an exciting evening in his old ears. He seductively whispered back to them his encouragement and enthusiasm.
The Vulcan had made his way to a table near the musician's stage. He took a spot that was turned back towards the rest of the establishment and immediately three women had taken occupancy in the seats still remaining, competing for his attention. Seducing a Vulcan was more delicate than with any other species. These women were up to the challenge. Each had unzipped or unbuttoned their tops, showcasing as much tender flesh as was tasteful. Their conversations ranged from intellect to tests of his strength. The Vulcan humored the women, answering their questions with his soft, seductive voice. Brushes of skin assaulted his mind with lust and desire. Raising an eyebrow, he kept his heated gaze upon lips and exposed flesh in silent encouragement.
The night wore on with more offers of hotel rooms, soft beds and willing partners for each. Both men while never truly stating their denial never left the bar. The women with kisses for the human and brushes of skin for the Vulcan slowly departed alone and gently rejected. With their admirers dwindling, both men made for the door. Meeting up at the last spot they had stood together in the arch entrance way, the Vulcan in full view of the patrons pulled the human closer, capturing his lips in a heated embrace. A collective sigh from the abandoned females echoed around them.
Gazing down into the honey depths of his t'hy'la's eyes, the Vulcan quietly chuckled. "Are you happy now, Jim? Do you believe you still 'have it'?" The taller man's baritone rumbled from his chest, his breath rapid, his eyes dilated from the torture of his mate's enjoyment of the evening.
The shorter man laughed. "Yes, I am Spock. It was all in the name of science to ensure that even now during this time, I'm still James T. Kirk – sexy in the flesh." He pressed another kiss to his beloved. "Now, let me prove the same to you." He wiggled his eyebrows at his life-long mate as he led them home.
A/N: Thanks for reading
T'Slash has brought Jim-Prime back from the dead, so I wanted to give him a little fun!
Let me know what you think.