Spock has a nosebleed when he sees Jim step out of the shower…wrapped in towel …WELL WHO WOULDN'T…CHRIS PINE IS DAMN HOT...anyway
Spock is rendered into blah-blah-blah-teenage-girl-confronted-with-her-crush mode…lol
Written from Jim's POV…because I had no idea how to write aroused Spock from his own POV
Characters are a little OOC…I tried to get as much of Chris Pine Kirk as I could…but I approached it from a different angle…hope it isn't too incorrect
Also I can't write as Spock very well so don't shoot me for failing to be as clinical and scientific and down-right Vulcan as Spock is.
Obviously I don't own Star Trek or the characters or the actors (sadly)… JJ Abrams/Gene Roddenberry get all the credit for them…and the actors for their interpretations
Rated T for suggestions of sexual stuff…I mean it is Jim kirk…attempting to avoid sex while writing him would mean not writing him accurately…or having to censor EVERYTHING…so if you are offended by swearing/sex stuff then don't read on
JUST READ IT AND DON'T HATE IT TOO MUCH…OR CHRIS PINE WILL CRY…AND NOONE WANTS THAT DO THEY??
Rate/review if you think it's worth it x
Hope you like it x
I am standing in the shower, a torrent of warm water cascading over me, easing my tense muscles and calming me down. Closing my eyes tight, I run my fingers through my short hair to wash out any remaining shampoo.
Suddenly I hear a knock at the door of my quarters, so I turn off the water and step out of the shower, reaching for a towel to wrap around my dripping body. The air in the bathroom is warm and steamy and it takes me a few minutes to adjust. I grab another towel and throw it over my head, rubbing my hair dry quickly, before letting it hang around my shoulders, as I walk towards the door.
I am now becoming more aware of my near-nakedness by the second. Yet I realise that I do not have time to dress or my visitor will leave, realising I am ignoring them or am too busy to talk. So I press the buzzer to allow them entrance.
I see my stoic Vulcan First Officer standing in the doorway, looking like he needs to tell me something, anticipation and urgency flickering in his eyes.
"Captain, I was wondering-"
He starts to stay, but stops mid-sentence as he looks straight ahead, straight at me, rather than along the corridor where he was previously looking. This is a very un-Spock-like occurrence; stopping midway through a sentence. I frown slightly at him. He has clearly noticed how naked I am as well. I stutter slightly, but am silenced by the intensity at which he is looking at me.
He isn't looking at my face anymore; his eyes are drifting down my body, resting on my chest, then my abs and then lower. I finally meet his eyes, coughing awkwardly after a few moments of being under the Vulcan's scrutiny. He looks up from the place he was previously looking, which turned out to be my towel-covered portion.
I blush profusely at this sudden realisation and at the wanton lust hovering in his dark eyes. He also blushes; a gorgeous green tint that covers his high cheekbones and the tips of his beautiful ears.
Who knew Vulcan's could be so sexual? And who knew that I could read his emotions so well just by looking into his eyes?…which is difficult when they are staring intently at my dick covered with the towel.
It was all intriguing to me, very interesting indeed, And, as he would probably say (if he could form a coherent sentence right now) illogical.
"Spock? Spock? Did you want something?" I ask eventually, perhaps an unfortunate choice of phrase…Spock clearly wanted something…too bad it was covered with a towel at the present time.
"Uh…I…I can not seem to remember the purpose of my venturing to…you…to your quarters sir…I apologise for any intrusion"
He splutters out, still staring intently at my still-wet body.
Then it happened. The trickle of green running from his nostril, down his lip…all of a sudden he was bleeding profusely, green blood dripping over his pale lips onto his uniform.
I look at him in horror, he brings his hands up instinctively and I walk towards him, I don't care how naked and exposed I am, my First Officer is bleeding all over everything.
I take hold of his shoulders quickly and sit him on the bed. Watching him over my shoulder, I rush to the bathroom to fetch tissue. He is still blushing lightly and his lips and nose are very green with his blood.
Perhaps I should take him to med bay? I think to myself, as I rush to stem the bleeding with the tissues.
He takes the tissues from me and pushes me backwards slightly with a bloodied hand. I recoil at this and stare down at the green hand print on my abdomen.
Blushing dark green, Spock seems to regain composure slightly and looks up at me, whilst frowning.
I look at him and place a hand on his shoulder, to calm him. At my touch his eyelids flutter shut and the blush darkens; this causes me to frown too, wondering why something as simple as a shoulder-touch could cause such a reaction.
Before I can dwell on these thoughts, however, I remember that Spock is still bleeding, so I walk towards my communicator and buzz for Bones, he will know what to do
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I cling to the towel wrapped around my waist, remembering again just how naked I am. I look over my shoulder at Spock, who is intently staring at the floor between his feet, his complexion even paler than usual his fingers still pinning the bleeding nose. A pang of worry shoots through me as I wait for Bones to respond.
My fears are quenched when the comm. crackles into motion; a gruff voice says "Mccoy here, what do you want Jim?"
I sigh inwardly and talk into the machine slowly, attempting to hold onto it and the towel and talk at the same time, but also attempting to keep an eye on the bleeding Vulcan behind me (this is a difficult feat as I am a man and we really cannot multi-task, like at all)
"Uh, Hi Bones, Spock is having a major nosebleed and I don't know what to do…or why it happened, he is in my quarters bleeding all over my bed sheets…please come here quickly!"
I say, looking at Spock as he closes his eyes and sways backwards, I run toward him, taking a muscular shoulder in my hand to steady him.
"A nosebleed? What did you do? Punch him? Sure, I'll be there in a second…hold his head back, and …uh… pinch the bridge of his nose"
Bones replies, as Jim stares down at his first officer who is wincing at the blood that is covering his shoulder.
Before I can make any movement Bones is rushing into my room, ready for action. He takes Spock's head in his hand and pulls it back, pinching the nose as he had instructed.
"Ok spock? Is that stopping the bleeding? What did Jim do to you?"
He asks in his pseudo-annoyed voice, flicking his eyes over my semi-nakedness and frowning, I blush slightly and attempt to explain that I was just coming out of the shower when Spock came in.
Bones fails to notice that this makes Spock blush, but I notice the beautiful green rising in his face; I have seen it enough in the last five minutes to notice his blushing.
Spock shakes his head in response to Bones questions, causing the doctor to frown again.
"Get dressed for God's sake; you're a Captain not a stripper!" he says pushing me towards the dresser and laughing to himself. Again Spock blushes, which I am beginning to find quite endearing and (dare I say it) cute.
Mccoy takes another look back at me, as I rifle through my clothes drawer looking for something to wear, before ordering Spock out of the room towards sick bay.
I settle for my favourite pair of worn jeans and a simple black t-shirt. I grab my converse from under the bed and drag them on; choosing an amazing pair of blue and black stripy socks and grey boxer shorts as well.(its not my shift so I can wear civilian clothes, which is amazing, as wearing Starfleet uniforms can get a bit boring after a while, however awesome I look in the gold top and black slacks, it's always nice to escape into an old pair of jeans and relax a bit)
When I am suitably dressed I walk quickly towards med-bay to check on my second in command. A mind-blowing and incredulous thought crosses my mind as I reach the double doors; did I cause Spock to have a nosebleed, by being almost-naked in front of him?
Huh…that would be a weird turn of events, even by my standards. I cause a lot of reactions in people; orgasms, happiness, joy, anger, hatred, jealousy…but I have never had someone have a nosebleed because of me before. I push this thought away as I search for the pointy-eared First Officer; I catch sight of him and rush to the bedside, smiling at him.
He looks up at me, and then he seems to look me up and down, as he had done in my room moments before. I find myself blushing under the scrutiny and I venture a question, so he focuses on my face and not my body (however hot I may be, I do not appreciate blatant objectification…ok I don't mind it really, but it's a little weird when I consider the one who is staring at my hot body; Spock…I mean it's Spock, stoic, vulcan, emotionless Spock…who never so much as smiles let alone wantonly stares at me while I talk to him)
"Hey Spock, are you ok? Recovered from your little nosebleed episode?" I ask, staring at the trails of hardened green blood down his upper lip. Is it weird that I want to lick the blood, or rather just lick his Vulcan lips in general? Most probably.
Again I push the inappropriate thoughts aside, and await his logical answer. However he makes no movement to speak; apparently he is unable. This is very odd…I have never seen him speechless, ever! I look around the bay and then focus on him again, raising an eyebrow in intrigue.
"Sir, I…it was…I am not sure what to…it was not… you were standing there…and I could not control…it took over me…I…I …I am sorry for the unnecessary reaction to you…I was, as humans say 'caught off guard?...the reaction was…involuntary…I was unaware that a nosebleed was a response to seeing your commanding officer standing in a very small towel in front of you, water still dripping down his muscled chest…I am sorry Captain…I can only apologise profusely for it…I…I"
Spock stutters out, looking at the floor again and blushing darker green than before.
I can't believe I just heard Spock say that…I was right…he had a nosebleed because of me…because I was naked in front of him!
Oh my fucking god! I turned Spock on…perhaps a nosebleed is the equivalent of jizzing in your pants for a Vulcan?
As these thoughts buzz around my head, while I stand there, gaping at him with my eyes wide, Bones walks up to me and asks:
"Seriously Jim, what did you do to him?…Vulcans very rarely get nosebleeds, it would take a lot to evoke his reaction… I just can't think what you could have done…well I can but I'd rather not think of you in that way mate"
He says, screwing his eyes up tight and blushing slightly.
I smile and shake my head at him, all I did was stand there in a towel and Spock short of orgasmed…wow! I must be hotter than I thought…if that is even possible.
Bones walks away, after wiping the blood from Spock's mouth and nose and neck and doing a final check of the Vulcan.
Spock has removed his bloodied blue over-shirt and is sitting there in his black undershirt. He is apparently unable to draw his eyes from my body again, I smile widely at this and lean in close to his graceful pointed ear, whispering
"if this is the reaction I get from just standing in front of you wrapped in a towel, wait until I shove my tongue down your throat…what will happen then? Spontaneous combustion?"
I flicker my tongue lightly against the ear cartilage as I say this, smiling as I turned and walked out of the sickbay, eyes looking back at Spock as his jaw drops and his darks eyes widen largely, the green blush firmly back in place.
Messing with Vulcans is fun…especially when it's Spock.
So yeah this is the lolz of Jim's reaction to a pleasure induced nosebleed (which I'm not sure can actually happen…but for the sake of this story they do…maybe it's a Vulcan thing? Like they bottle emotion up sooo much that it comes exploding out of their bodies... then they would be permanently having nosebleeds (or other ejaculations of bodily fluids which would be kind of gross and unattractive) yes I did just do brackets inside brackets… BECAUSE I'M WILD)
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