Based off of the following prompt from the st_xi_kink meme: Because Amanda is a BAMF cougar---she fucked Kirk when he was at the Academy. Bonus if Sarek watches. XD. This is my first attempt writing something rated above T, so...*cough* yeah. New territory. Yikes!
Thank you to recumbantgoat over at the kink meme, she gave me the greenlight for this doozie. The above prompt belongs to her. *Gulp*
Sadly, the boys do NOT belong to me, or I wouldn't be driven to write stuff like this!! I belong to the boys, who know it damn well and take oh such great pleasure in reminding this poor student of her priorities. Kirk&Co. belong to J.J. Abrams, Paramount, and other recognized personages. I am not one.
Jim Kirk prided himself on charming the ladies, and the gentlemen, and schmoozing was his favorite party-game. Ever since he'd had the lapse of judgment to enlist in Starfleet, Captain Pike had cheerfully dragged Jim off to every single solitary function he could find, said the experience was good for Jim and someday it'd make a man out of him. Whatever the hell that was supposed to mean. A bonus, Jim got to spend lots of time outside of the Academy. Most times it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to Starfleet Embassy or Federation Hall to rub elbows with the Brass and Federation higher-ups, and whatever visiting dignitary had come calling. Sometimes, he got to go off-world for these shindigs, and those were fun, too. It also put him in good standing with the important people in the Admiralty.
He would never forget the day he stopped by Command to visit Pike and walked past Admiral Archer, who stopped mid-conversation with Admiral Tucker and asked him a question about an engineering project he was working on. Shocking the socks off of Bones, who'd tagged along, when both Archer and Tucker had addressed him by first name. He'd mentioned a few problems he was having with the project, and returned home that afternoon from one of his classes to find a letter slipped under his door with instructions to report to the proper classroom at a certain hour, this project would get finished if it was the last damned thing Archer and Tucker did before they died useless old men. Jim, sadly, was dragged out of happier reflections by Pike calling his name. Thankfully, the particular person he was talking to at the moment just smiled sympathetically.
"Off to make another charming first impression, Jimmy?"
"Do you think they'd notice if I was insincere?"
"Depends on who you're shaking hands with." Archer looked over his shoulder and his eyes widened a fraction, "Oh, buck up, boy-o, that's a doozie."
"Who…oh, shit. You've gotta be kidding me! Is that Ambassador Sarek?" He knew the man, he'd just never met him, and Jim, quite honestly, was okay with that. Who didn't know Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan? Jim tossed back the rest of his whiskey, courtesy of Tucker, and handed off the empty glass, "Could you gentlemen, uh, excuse me? Please?"
"Good luck, Jimmy." Tucker looked almost apologetic, "Ambassador Sarek doesn't bite, but he can be one very scary man."
"Stop it, Trip." Archer scolded, "Don't scare the kid."
"Too late." Jim whimpered. Whimpered! Shit. Brushing off the front of his red dress-jacket, Jim crossed the crowded floor to join Pike, the Vulcan Ambassador, and his Human wife. His startlingly attractive Human wife. Jim kicked himself mentally, Lady Amanda was old enough to be his mother! God it was wrong! Once he got there, Pike was all smiles. Of course he was.
"I'm sorry to drag you away from Archer and Tucker, Jim."
"That's alright. This was more important." Jim made eye-contact with Ambassador Sarek and gave a nod of acknowledgement. Pike just smiled and proceeded to properly introduce the couple. Jim, having spent plenty of time with Rear Admiral T'Pol, who wasn't here for some reason, knew that Vulcans didn't shake hands, or make much contact. They were touch-telepaths, and the unguarded minds of Humans weren't something they really wanted to know about. But there was one way Jim could make a lasting good impression on the Ambassador and his wife. Among other things, T'Pol had been tutoring him in her native language, and he was slowing getting the hang of it. He gave a small bow and the appropriate honorary.
"Amsetri tre, la-kuramano. Na'shaya." As much as he liked taking people by surprise, Jim did not smile. Sarek's eyebrows went up.
"Yana ra Yakana ro futisha ta?" Intrigued, the Ambassador questioned in Vulcan.
"Savensu kau-bosh nash-veh." He had the good sense to blush.
"Yana ra moi futisha."
"Nemaiyo." Jim reminded himself to thank Admiral T'Pol next time they played chess together. He chatted with Ambassador Sarek and Lady Amanda, alternating between English and Vulcan almost without thinking about it, which meant he was getting better. When they were pulled away to play nice with someone else, Jim waited until they were out of earshot before he exhaled.
"Uh, Jim?"
"Hmm?"
"What, exactly, was that?"
"What was what?" he looked at Pike, who couldn't seem to decide if he was thrilled or furious.
"That! I didn't know your Vulcan was that good! Geeze, kid, that's one hell of a way to make a lasting impression!"
"Was it a good one?"
"I think so. Who's been teaching you Vulcan?"
"Admiral T'Pol. During our chess-games she'll teach me a few words or phrases for later."
"Good god, Jim!" Pike raked one hand through his hair, shaking his head, "You just proved it, Jim. You really can charm anyone!"
"It wasn't Ambassador Sarek who made me nervous, y'know?"
"It wasn't? He scares me!"
"He's actually pretty okay. It was Lady Amanda who scared me, did you see how she stared at me?"
"No."
"She wouldn't stop…just staring. Like she couldn't decide what she wanted to do with me. Makes me wonder how much about me they actually know." He shuddered, looking around, "I need a drink."
"After that, yeah. Go ahead." Pike dismissed him and Jim wove his way through the crowd. When he got to the bar, he found it crowded. Cursing under his breath, he waited his turn with no patient at all. It was nearly his turn when someone touched him. It wasn't Pike, and it wasn't the Admirals, he was pretty damn sure they wouldn't touch him right where the unfamiliar hand landed on the small of his back. Whoa! He almost jumped out of his skin.
"Did I startle you, Cadet?"
"Lady Amanda!" he actually squeaked, turning around with enough sense to wonder if he looked as panicked as he felt.
"Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Kirk." She smiled, moved smoothly past him to the bar, and took two glasses of champagne. Jim took the one she handed him and wished he didn't feel so…intimidated.
"And, uh, what have you heard about me?"
"You're the brightest in your class, some say in the whole Academy, you don't believe in no-win situations, and you're trying to make a name for yourself."
"Ooh." So nothing about the fact that he slept with, flirted with, and fucked anything willing on two legs male or female. He was pretty sure there were only a few Cadets he hadn't slept with, but not many. Bones was one of them, the mysterious lofty Uhura was another, and a few others. Gaila, however, was a pretty regular fuck-buddy of his. He'd kissed Christine Chapel at the last Academy function, walked her back to her room, and left it at that after saying goodnight. Mostly because she had a thing for Bones, who had a thing for her, and Jim knew better than to go skirt-chasing his roommate's girlfriend. Jim got his shaky nerves under control as he sipped at the champagne, which was chilly and fizzy and lovely, and did some people-watching. All while being watched. It made his neck itch, and he tugged on the collar of his jacket. For a married woman, and that to an Ambassador of a foreign world, Lady Amanda was very touchy and very open about that touching. Jim almost choked when she touched the back of his neck, stroking the skin left uncovered by the collar of his jacket.
"L-lady…please."
"Shh." She just smiled, "I'm not going to hurt you." Not that it really gave Jim any comfort.
"Your husband…"
"Knows what I'm doing. He's watching us." Something in his stomach knotted. Oh god help him, this would get him kicked out of the Academy so fast his head wouldn't stop spinning for a month! Speaking of which, Jim quite clearly felt the floor beneath him move. Excusing himself with all the dignity he could muster, Jim bolted for the outer balcony and tried to catch his breath. Why was he freaking out like this? This wasn't like him at all. Problem: Lady Amanda was old enough to be his mother, and she was married! And not just to any man, she was married to Ambassador Sarek of Vulcan! Propositioning the Ambassador's wife would look really bad on his record.
Putting his head in both hands, he took long, deep breaths until his heart stopped trying to pound it's frantic way out of his chest. Once his heart-rate was back to some semblance of normal, Jim leaned against the balustrade and kept his head down.
"And here I thought I'd scared you away."
"Lady Amanda!" He still jumped a good foot, she was still right behind him. She smiled, a very troubling smile, as she got closer. If that was possible without climbing inside Jim's uniform.
"You're smart, Kirk, you're handsome. I like that."
"Excuse me?"
"I like smart, handsome men. You're young enough to be my son."
"S-son? You have a…a son?" Jim decided he was well and truly fucked.
"But you're not." That smile…his doom spelled out in a dangerous, satisfied smile. Whatever Lady Amanda wanted, he had the feeling she got it. And Jim…he was the catch of the day, so to speak.
"Uh, no." Lady, just take me out back and put me out of my misery. Jim thought blithely. When Lady Amanda kissed him, it took him completely by surprise. What the hell? Ambassador Sarek's wife was a fucking cougar! She'd been hitting on him all night, scaring the shit out of him in the process, and now…well, that was different. A slight turn and he was backed up against the marble pillar, trapped between the marble and Lady Amanda. Damn his body, it knew exactly what was going down and wanted in on the fun.
No! No, you don't want in on the fun! Trust me! he thought frantically as his trousers got tighter. Something in his brain kicked in and Jim realized, age-difference bedamned. He was staring a gifthorse straight in the mouth! Hahaha! Time to turn the tables on the good lady. A twist, a nudge, and Jim took over. Just like usual. He was just hoping Ambassador Sarek wouldn't find out and want him castrated after having him drummed out of Starfleet. One hand against the pillar kept Amanda's head from making rough contact with the unforgiving stone. She just smiled, that smile. Jim smiled back and checked over her shoulder. From this angle, they were all but invisible. He could see the archway, but unless someone came within four feet of them, they were invisible. Amanda redirected his focus, demanding. He liked that. Quick, nimble fingers made short work of his trousers, and he heard her excited gasp when she discovered Jim's dirty little secret.
"Oh, you bad boy!"
"Bad habit. These things usually end in a fuck anyway. Less time wasted." He had to smirk. So what if he went commando at a Starfleet function? It just added to the danger of the whole thing.
"I'll punish you for anticipating the outcome later." She purred, stroking and pulling and otherwise just…well, Jim had one thing to say. Ambassador Sarek was one lucky bastard, unless Amanda kept this to herself until she unleashed it upon the handsome young Cadets who caught her eye. And, had she said something about "later"? That occurred to Jim right at the moment of blissful penetration. Amanda was good. She felt good. She called him Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. Nobody called him Jamie. Well, nobody except Lady Amanda, that was. Kinky.
Sadly, it was quick to come and Jim embarrassed himself by whimpering. Damn it, that did it for the night's fun. Brought down by kisses, lots and lots of kisses, Jim came to with his back to the pillar and Lady Amanda kissing his neck above the collar of his uniform. One hand strayed to the waistband of his trousers and he sighed. She was good. No sign of the crime. Jim happened to look over her shoulder and felt the briefest moment of panic when he saw someone standing in the archway. It was the Ambassador, he stood alone. Jim remembered what Amanda had said earlier, that her husband watched. Now, granted the older man's face was half-hidden in shadows, Jim didn't quite get the impression he minded. He saw Sarek nod and vanish inside. Whew.
After a few minutes, when he was sure he didn't look quite as flushed, Jim headed back inside. He bee-lined for the bathroom to double-check. No, no sign of the naughty thing he'd done. He splashed cold water on his face and buried his hysterics in a towel. When he ventured out again, he sought out Amanda and Sarek. Now, he knew Vulcans didn't show emotion the same way Human's did, but he knew what approval looked like. Jim spent the rest of the evening flirting with Lady Amanda, watched over by Ambassador Sarek and three very confused Senior Officers. Pike probably had some idea what he'd been up to, God help them all if he ever said anything, but Jim didn't think Archer or Tucker knew or would have approved. Dancing, laughing, drinking, stealing chaste kisses. All in a night's work and trying not to loose his cool...again.
Finally the official gala had to end. Pike made sure Jim had a way to get back to housing, he promised to be home at a reasonable hour, sometime before Second Curfew at 0200 hours. Bones would probably kill him, but that was okay. Satisfied and warning Jim to "stay out of trouble," Pike left the gala with Tucker and Archer. Jim, on the other hand, went back to Starfleet Embassy with the Ambassador and his lovely, lovely wife. There, he sampled potent green tamara omi, which gave him a pleasant little buzz he was pretty sure he'd regret in the morning when he got his head back on straight, and the fun continued. Safe from all but the eager eyes of Sarek, Amanda took the reins and Jim learned a few things about the Ambassador's deceptive wife. She liked kink, a lot. Jim just about died of a thrill when she handcuffed him to the headboard and pretty much had her way with him. Hers was a lesson in submission, Jim was not a natural sub. If he tried to fight her, she used a leather crop. No permanent damage, just enough of a sting to bring the point home that he was not in charge.
"Be gentle with him, my love." Sarek coached, watching from an armchair, "Humans are fragile creatures."
"I'm not going to shatter him, dear one." Amanda soothed, "I will be ever so gentle when I break him." Jim just groaned. Break him? Like a stallion? Oh dear god! Amanda went right ahead and rode him to a mind-blowing finish, but that wasn't the end of it. They let him rest, Amanda gave him water to drink, and he was freed of his bonds long enough to go to the bathroom. He did his business, washed his face and his hands, studied the red marks from the handcuffs, and tried to come up with excuses that wouldn't get him killed by his own roommate. Then it was back to the bedroom. Time for Round Two, God help him. Back into the handcuffs, but he wasn't chained to the headboard this time. He just couldn't make full use of his hands. Freedom of movement, but not his hands. That why was quickly revealed when Sarek emerged from…somewhere else in the room, and Jim realized the only article of clothing he wore was a black, lightweight robe with a deep hood. He stammered and just about swallowed his tongue when Sarek bound him to the headboard, shackled his ankles in an added kink with lead-chains from the shackles to the handcuffs that left Jim in a position he wasn't unfamiliar with, just not…well, not precisely this way. He gulped. So much for Vulcan stoicism, fuck that!
Fuck me. Jim corrected. Sarek was neither young nor old for his race, but he sure had a nice body. Older targets were generally not Jim's thing, but…well, this was a whole new experience. Sarek went one beyond Amanda and showed Jim a black silk blindfold before asking if he had any problem with being unable to see during sex. Other partners had blindfolded him, but never for the act itself! Foreplay was his favorite time to use a blindfold, using it for sex would be…interesting. Jim shook his head and lifted his head so Sarek could tie the blindfold. Without his sight, Jim had to rely purely on his other senses. Sarek was versed in all Human sexual habits, but Jim couldn't help the startle-reflex when two long fingers touched him right there! Didn't Vulcans kiss with their fingers? A strange sound reached him and he realized it was Sarek chuckling.
"Yes, Jamie. We do."
"Oooh." He hitched, trying to remain still. He'd never been the bottom, Sarek really was going to break him in. Be gentle. He begged, knowing the Ambassador would hear him just fine.
"How do you break a feisty colt? Gently but firmly. Relax." One warm hand ran down Jim's stomach, stroking his twitching cock, fondling his testicles, brushing against the untouched virgin flesh. Jim arched off the bed as one fingertip penetrated, searching and stretching with care. Forcing himself to breathe reminded Jim to relax. He had to trust the people who had control over his body, they would not hurt him. Soon he was taking three fingers, mewling and thrashing every time Sarek hit the sweet-spot.
"L-let me…please!" he begged.
"Hmm?"
"Let me touch you!" Jim pleaded, "Please, please let me touch you!" There was a moment's hesitation, then he was free of all restraints. Careful and blind, he stretched out until he touched something. A shoulder, he followed the line to Sarek's back. Touching was a glory. He knew when Sarek smiled, so very un-Vulcan of him, and sighed when a warm kiss was pressed to his damp brow at the moment of penetration. His breath hitched, and Sarek paused. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a sweet eternity, they were flush. Jim had an idea and pushed the blindfold up so he could see and stared right into lust-darkened eyes. Turning his head, Jim reached for Amanda who watched nearby. The sheer power of the man dominating him drew all of Jim's focus and all he could do was hang on for the ride. When the end came, Jim's world was literally rocked. He came back to himself to the feel of warm, long, familiar fingers stroking his thighs and stomach. His skin was damp, and Jim forced his eyes opened to see Amanda holding a damp towel. He just smiled, closed his eyes again, and felt a long, warm weight settle beside him. Those fingertips brushed his temple, his cheekbone, and he turned into the touch.
Not now, young one. Sleep for now. Sarek's voice was surprisingly warm and soothing in his head and Jim did just that. He slept until dawn, left his hosts with a kiss for each of them, and returned to housing. He took a shower, changed into boxers and a tee-shirt, and fell into his narrow bed. Bones snored like a freight-train on the other side of the alcove, and Jim drifted off wondering if he'd ever regret last night. That remained to be seen. And not that he would ever tell anyone, but there was a certain appeal to being sub, placing full trust and control in the hands of someone else, having to trust that they wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Some people did, but Jim didn't think any of his current sexual partners were like that should he ever ask for bottom while between the sheets with them.
Okay, then. That was an entirely new experience for yours truly, and one I actually had fun writing. And yes, Sarek decided he wanted in on the fun his wife was obviously having without him. I apologize for any decidedly un-Vulcan-like behavior the Ambassador might have displayed, I do not control the muses. They control me. So to speak. Thoughts? Comments? Love it? Hate it? Just don't flame me, I beg you.