Captain's Chair
Kirk stared absently at the ceiling while he sat in his comfy captains chair. Some would call it a throne others a seat, it didn't matter they meant the same thing. A chair. Nothing more nothing less.
Soundlessly or so he thought, Spock walked into the control room. Kirk looked over at the now retreating figure.
"Wait Spock could you come here for a second." He asked and his first in command complied coming closer to his captain.
"sir?" he asked as Jim got out of his seat and drew near him. "You needed me?"
"Yes among other things…" Jim cracked a smile while the half Vulcan did not. As he drew close enough Jim wrapped his arms around the neck of his taller, muscular subordinate. "You see I was thinking about my chair," he whispered blowing hot air onto the paler lips of his emotionless friend, if that was even what you called them, who stiffened. "It seems to be missing something."
"What does it seem to be missing?" he forced out.
"Well when I am sitting on it," he spun them around so the half Vulcan was facing away from the chair. "You seem to not be on top of me. Now if you were sitting in it," he pushed Spock into the grey circular chair. He stepped back and observed the uncomfortable looking Spock. "The only thing your missing is me on top of you."
"Oh really?" he challenged as Jim crawled over him, straddling him in the seat.
"Yes really," he whispered back and planted his slightly darker lips on his. Spock ran his tongue over the younger humans who complied and parted for him. Jim ran his hands through the dark hair as Spock pulled them closer pushing the limits.
"You know what's really missing?" he whispered biting down on his captains bottom lip, eliciting a moan. "A bed."
Jim pulled back with a light smile. "Yours or mine?" he whispered back and was only met with another kiss.
"I hope we can make it to one." He said picking the captain up bridal style.
"Whoever said we were only going to use one?"