Doctor Leonard 'Bones' McCoy, chief medical officer of the USS Enterprise, unfortunate best friend of Captain James Kirk, had a saying that usually followed the captain like a bad smell; 'when you eat alien fruit, shit will go down.'
That saying was 99% correct.
On a routine mission to an uncharted planet in the corner of the Alpha quadrant, Jim Kirk, accompanied by his commanding officer Spock, and two security officers beamed to the surface to be engulfed by the rich smell of a tropical atmosphere. The air was thick, making your clothes cling to your frame in a sticky manner, perfect for the tall plants that kept the occupants of the jungle planet from the smouldering sun and the torrential rain. The occupants were a tall race of people who nested in huts in the canopy of the jungle, with flowing black hair and skin that was tinted orange. They wore very little, if any, clothes, and were very welcoming, wanting to touch the blond spikes and gold coloured shirt with much interest.
This greatly pleased Jim.
The Aliquam continued to be very welcoming, with men and women fussing over the blonde Captain who, despite the Vulcan protesting, fully encouraged it by allowing them to place flowers in his hair and held a feast in their honour. They played songs that reminded the captain of Salsa back on Earth; lively, full of passion and love as they danced. Jim smiled, clapping along to the music.
"Captain, we are here to review the planet's development and feed back to Starfleet so that proper procedures can be put in place." Spock said, although Jim had to finish laughing at the fact the science officer had a flower crown on. "Captain."
"Oh come on Spock; we are reviewing the planet's development by…. Indulging in the cultural aspects in order to full understand how the Aliquam function as a society." Jim replied, a very smug smile on his face. Spock said no more, turning to watch the hosts' dance, as Jim smiled at him, softly. It was not a smile that was shared among friends; it was a smiled of pent up love with sadness behind it. It was small, hiding away the true meaning. An Aliquam woman noticed this, before offering both men slices of a deep red fruit, triangular in shape. "Thank you." Spock nodded, taking a bite with caution, before taking another piece.
"It is very sweet."
"I like it. I can hear Bones swearing in the back of my head, but I really like this."
"And I really like this." Jim whispered, as he was thrown against the wall by a drunk, horny Spock.
After the red fruit, Spock had become very disorientated, and ended up eating some chocolate by mistake. Jim, however, was already purposely getting drunk in hopes of getting laid, practically bathing in a sweet, sap like substance which gave him the warmth that he craved for when getting drunk. After an hour of accidental drinking, Spock had pulled the blonde man into a room prepared for the Captain, and Jim had kissed him. Spock kissed back.
He continued to kiss back.
The Vulcan kissed the blond with ardour, and speed, his lips moving quickly on the human's whilst his hands caressed his every fibre; exploring and learning everything that was James Kirk. What made him shudder, what made him leap and moan, Spock was willing to learn all of it. Jim however was struggling to keep up, and before too long he had to push the science officer away to be met with sad brown eyes.
"Slow down. We've got all night. All night." Jim brought him back, his hands embedded in the other man's soft black hair, as they kissed softly, slowly in small burst of warmth. They would pull away after a few seconds, to then bring themselves together again, continuing this as Spock placed his hands on the hips of the blonde. Arousal swelled in Spock's core, and he could feel James's against his leg. "God Spock, I've wanted you for so long." Spock smiled at him, and Jim almost swooned. "You have a beautiful smile; you should do that more often."
"I will if I can continue to have you in my presences." Jim smirked as he went over to sit on the large bed, and Spock came with him, continuing to kiss him until he had the blond placed beneath him, as he started to remove the Captain's uniform, removing him of his rank over the Vulcan. Jim giggled, falling comfortably into the role of submissive as the Vulcan kissed down his newly bare chest. Spock moved down, kissing the waist band of the blonds' trousers, making Jim buck his hips slightly, moaning. Spock smiled to himself, moving lower to remove the man's shoes and socks with the greatest care, making Jim make a low noise of irritancy. He flew up, grabbing Spock by his hair and brought their lips together again, pushing his way to explore the Vulcan's mouth with his tongue.
"Stop fucking around Spock."
"I apologise." Jim grinned, falling back down and bringing his Vulcan with him, helping the other to shed his shirts and boots as well, before Jim turned him over, straggling Spock who smiled up at him, and they kissed each other again before Jim kissed and left his mark on the Vulcan's neck, moving down before whipping his trousers off to reveal a member standing up proud; 8 inches tall. Jim grinned, nuzzling against it with a smile, watching the dark haired man moan out under his breath, making his lover pout.
"I want to hear you cry out." Spock chuckled, and Jim licked up the length, making Spock moan again, louder than before but not as loud as Jim wanted. He then licked the head, looking at the owner with lust filled eyes, and Spock groaned out, putting a hand in Jim's hair to push his mouth down on his cock, making him purr out in pleasure. Jim began to suck and lick the Vulcan cock, which was warm and sweet on his tongue, listening to Spock gasp and moan in pleasure. The blonde quickened his pace, bobbing his head up and down as Spock kept a tight grip on his hair, watching him under half closed eyes.
"James…. I am close to…" Spock exploded into Jim's mouth, taking him by surprise but made the receiver smile, swallowing the liquid before cleaning it up. The blond sat up, smiling at the post orgasm bliss on Spock face.
"Do you want me to finish myself off?" Spock moved forward, kissing Jim softly.
"As you stated early, we have all night."
Once Jim had been stripped of his clothes, he moved them so he was once again lying under the Vulcan. Spock drank all that was the Captain, his hands remembering every fibre of him as they kissed with greed. Jim's head shot back, a silent command for Spock to kiss his neck, and the Vulcan began by biting it, leaving red marks all down Jim's neck.
"Oh fuck. I hate you. I'm going to look like a common whore with all these marks." The blonde moaned, pushing the Vulcan's head closer to his neck.
"If you hate me, why allow me to continue?" Spock whispered his breath hot on Jim's skin.
"Because this is hot. Because you are hot. Because God, have I wanted to have you dominate me. Which is weird, but it's one of my many fantasies." Spock smiled again, pressing kisses down the Captain. "Spock… please fuck me. Please. Oh fuck I sound like a bitch."
"Of course. Do you have any lubrication?"
"Uhh…" Looking around, Jim spotted the bottle on the dresser, swiping it in one movement, presenting it to his lover with the bottle. Spock took it, before flipping the human over, making him yelp in surprise before kissing down his back, pressing his lips to Jim's entrance before licking it slowly, making Jim push against his face, a low moan coming from his lips. Spock kissed the entrance again, making the blond buck slightly, gripping the sheets tightly. Spock continued this, kissing and licking as he coated his cock with the lubricant. After repeating this route for a minute, Spock sat on his knees, lining himself with the anus of the Captain, before pushing in, but by only an inch. Jim let out a loud sigh, trying to push all of Spock in him.
"Wait. We have all night."
"If you make me wait all night to cum, I will fire you." Spock chuckled, slamming into the blonde, who screamed out. As he recovered from the pain, Spock pressed his chest to Jim's back, and whispered;
"I do believe I am in charge tonight." Jim nodded, whimpering as tears filled his eyes. The Vulcan pressed kisses on Jim's shoulder, moving his hips slowly to stretch out the blonde's tight entrance, sighing into his ear as Jim continued to whimper and groan, his head buried in a pillow. When Jim became more comfortable, he pushed up so he was in the Vulcan's lap, twisting his arm back to wrap his fingers in Spock's hair, his head back to look at his new lover. Spock brought their lips together as he quickened his pace into the blonde, who moaned loudly, not breaking eye contact with Spock. "Are you enjoying this? Do you like me doing this to you?"
"Yes… God go faster." Spock complied, pushing in so fast he had to push Jim back down on all fours so he could support himself as he continued to drive into the blond. "Spock… Spock! Oh! Oh!"
"James…"
"Keep calling me that."
"I thought you hated that name and I was to refer to you as Jim."
"It sounds so good when you moan it. Say it again."
"James." Jim moaned loudly, pushing back against Spock's thrusts. Spock then pulled out and flipped the Captain, lifting his legs onto his shoulders as he dove back in, his thrusts short and fast as he leant down to kiss Jim which mimicked the thrusts, fast and messy. Jim held Spock's head close to his, as an orgasm build its way up.
"Spock. Spock I-I'm…. Spock…"
"Look at me. Look at me when you do." Jim nodded; throwing his head back to Spock could rest his head in the crook of his neck, Jim's arms around the Vulcan, moaning loudly as Spock moved in deeper, long and slow to make sure they continued for longer, even if it was just for a moment longer. Spock was in state euphoria; never during intercourse had he felt so much pleasure, as he kissed the blonds neck. When Jim became tight around Spock, he lifted Jim's head so he could look in his eyes, kissing him softly on the lips, before pressing a few butterfly kisses on his jaw.
"Spock… I oh!" Jim cried out, gripping Spock tightly as he exploded onto their stomachs. Spock smiled as Jim throbbed around him; he closed his eyes as he unloaded into Jim, making Jim cry out again. After a few moments of bliss, Spock fell down on Jim, who held him close, rubbing the Vulcan's back as he smiled softly. Spock sat up, smiling down at the blond who giggled in a drunken manner, making the Vulcan laugh as well. "Well… That was amazing."
"Indeed you were." Jim smiled, turning his head to the side slightly. Spock pulled out of him, making the blond groan at the loss, before Spock lay down beside him. "It was wonderful, you were wonderful." Spock kissed him again, and they allowed it to linger, caressing each other's sides softly.
"We should do this again some time." Jim smiled, before turning a pale colour. "I think they gave me too much of that sap… mixed with that weird red fruit." Jim placed a hand on his head, as his eyes rolled back.
"James, are you" Spock let out a groan of pain, before collapsing next to the blond, dizziness engulfing both of them into sleep.
In the morning, Spock groaned at the bright light that was hitting him in the face. He tried to piece together what he was doing in this room, but the entire night had been blanked from his memory. As he attempted to move, the body of a sleeping blond made him panic. Looking down, his worst fear was confirmed as he stared at the sleeping Captain. Even though he couldn't remember the exact events, he could figure out what they did from being naked and covered in semen. This evoked many conflicting feelings within the Vulcan. Yes, he found Jim attractive. Very attractive. But he was still with his girlfriend, Nyota Uhura, who was waiting on the ship in their bed. He was also still having a lot of difficulty with his newly discovered sexual preference. Sliding Jim to the side, and getting dressed quickly, he leant down to kiss the blonde's forehead softly, whispering words of sorrow in Vulcan, before leaving quickly.
Almost half an hour later, Jim's eyes fluttered open, as he stretched, a dull pain piercing his behind. He smiled, although he couldn't remember what had happened, he could tell he had had an excellent night with one of the locals.