This is my first Star Trek fic, so I'm making it a one-shot. Reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated. Flames will be used to warm my hands, don't bother.
DISCLAIMER-Last I checked, me + owning Star Trek = DOES NOT COMPUTE.
"Spock!" cried the captain of the Enterprise, "where are you?"
"I am here, Captain." Spock said coolly, stepping out from the shadows. "You called?"
Kirk nodded. "It seems there is a disturbance, there, right by Earth, where we plan to go."
Spock frowned. That is, his eyebrows drew together almost imperceptibly. "Simply veer to the right of the disturbance, whatever it is. It is most logical that we avoid it."
Kirk looked flustered. "Right you are, Spock."
"Captain, are you all right?" he questioned.
"Um, yes, Mr. Spock. I'm fine."
In truth, Jim Tiberius Kirk was not fine. He was far from fine. Kirk could have figured out what to do by himself. Chekov, or Sulu, or even Uhura could have answered him. The only reason Kirk called Spock was so he could see his face, the smooth eyebrows, arcing upwards, the ears, listening to his words, coming to a tapered point. The truth was, Spock turned Jim on.
Jim had never considered himself gay. Women were very attractive to him. But ever since he had met Spock, things had changed…
"Captain? Captain, why are you not answering me? Are you ill?"
Jim shook himself. "No, no, I'm fine."
"Let me remind you, Captain, that it is most illogical for you to be here if you are ill."
That was another thing that was just right for Jim. Spock's persistent persuasiveness.
"Actually, Mr. Spock, I am feeling a little ill. Would you mind helping me to my room?"
"Certainly."
With that, Jim strode away, Spock following close behind.
Stepping into his room, he lay down on his bed. Spock leaned over him, eyes slightly questioning. That sight alone took all of Jim's self-control to not grab him and kiss him senseless.
The Vulcan cocked an eyebrow. "You look odd, Captain. Would you like me to call Doctor McCoy?"
"No!" cried Jim. "Don't call anybody!"
Startled by his sudden outburst, Spock nodded. "Is there anything I can do for you, sir?"
Jim sat up. "Dammit, Spock, why are you doing this to me?" he growled.
"Why am I doing what to you, sir?" Spock asked innocently.
"You…you make me want to do something, something I can't do…"
Spock's mouth curled up slightly at the ends. "What something?"
Finally, it was too much for Kirk to bear. "This." He said, and crushed his lips onto Spock's.
At first, the Vulcan was stunned. So stunned, in fact, that he froze. Kirk smirked against him, simply pressed himself against Spock even more.
Then Spock responded. He tilted his head to the right, and ran his hand down Kirk's torso and laced them at his lower back. Kirk moaned in his mouth as he tangled his hands in the jet black hair.
They pulled back for air. Breath ragged, Kirk breathed, "I love you."
Spock inclined his head. "And I, you."
Suddenly, the door to Kirk's room opened, and Uhura was standing there. "Captain, there seems to-"she broke off, seeing the two entwined. "Finally!" she squealed. "You got together! I have to go tell the others!" Turning on her heel, Uhura sped off.
"That was weird…" remarked Jim.
"Pay no attention." Murmured the Vulcan, and he lowered his lips to the Captain's throat.
Well? You like? This is a one-shot, but if you want, I can make it more. Anyway, review, and be nice!
