Helloo there gaiz! :3
This is my very first attempt at a Star Trek fanfic, so try to understand this as you read :)
Spock is experiencing some... unusual stirrings he hasn't come across before which escalates beyond his control (which is extremely strong), so he consults McCoy for some advice, but unfortunately the patient confidentiality barrier is somewhat breached by a James T Kirk, the exact source of the problem...
*I do not own Star Trek, or any of its characters*
Thanks for reading! ^^
WARNING: Slight guy-on-guy stuff near the end... the next chapter will have more of the same, so if you're easily offended by this kinda thing, don't read. :)
"Oi, Spock... OI."
An exasperated sigh.
"Spock." The voice seemed to be coming down a long tunnel, echoing into Spock's mind and dissipating.
Captain James Kirk was more than unnerved by his First Officer's seeming refusal to acknowledge him. His brow furrowed in confusion, he leaned in and gently flicked his second in command's ear.
Spock flinched; he had not noticed the Captain standing there. Nor had he noticed the curious glances being shot their way by the rest of the crew; it was most unnerving to say the least.
"Yes, Captain? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah... I was just asking if you had those reports for me?"
"Reports, Captain?"
A sharp intake of breath from the room. Kirk quirked an eyebrow.
"This is not like you, forgetting about your duties, Commander. Are you okay?"
Spock glanced up. The authoritative gaze Jim bestowed upon him was also laced with concern, and something deeper...
Looking away, and clearing his throat, Spock tried to remember what the Captain had asked of him.
"Ah... yes Captain, I am well; my apologies for worrying you. And my deepest regrets for neglecting my duties. This will be rectified in due course, if I may?"
"Yeah, sure. Just make sure to have them in my hand by the end of alpha shift, alright?"
All too suddenly, there was a hand resting upon his shoulder, friendly in its warmth. But there was something else there; something... forbidden.
"Hey, Spock; may I speak with you a minute? In private?" The Captain's blue orbs were weighted with concern; something Spock had not foreseen about the young captain. He knew he was indeed an excellent leader; he managed to have an outward projection of such age and experience. Always in control, yet with a slight unorthodox air about him. He was pleasing to Spock, and that scared the Vulcan. Forbidden desire was one of the worst taboos amongst his culture.
And yet.
And yet...
"Hey, Spock! Anyone home?! Geez..." A rough hand gripped around his bicep and drew him out of the control room, away from the stares and almost conspiratorial whispers of the others.
"Mr Sulu, you have the comms."
"Aye, Captain."
As the door glided closed, Spock found himself trapped between a wall and the Captain. The proximity was almost uncomfortable, but yet again Spock felt a tugging at the back of his mind as the Captain studied him closely.
He could not deny that the Captain was aesthetically pleasing to him, no matter how much his Vulcan side chided him otherwise. Strong muscular structure, chiseled jawline, and perfectly formed features... He was perfection personified.
Spock mentally shook himself. What was going on?
"...not the first time you've done this Spock, I'm worried about you!" Jim finished emphatically, looking expectantly into the eyes of the other.
As their eyes met; dark brown meeting electric blue, something snapped within him. He could not take this anymore.
"Spock, what's wr-"
Almost without thinking, he shoved Jim to the other side of the corridor, pinning him by the shoulders, his face imperceptibly close. Breathing raggedly, he gently grazed Kirk's mouth with his own, and waited...
"Uhh, Captain... Spock; what's going on here?" Chekhov had appeared in the doorway, his eyes darting from the First Officer to the Captain in confusion. "You are needed on the bridge, Captain..." His cheeks flushed pink; it was obvious that he had interrupted something. "I-I'm sorry Sir, but we need you, right away!"
Spock immediately sprang away, breathing heavily; his cheeks and ears tinted green.
Kirk cleared his throat. "Uhm... ahem, sure. I mean, as you were Mr. Chekhov. I will be there momentarily."
Chekhov nodded, and scurried nervously back onto the bridge.
Kirk turned to Spock and went to speak, however his throat seemed blocked, and after standing there staring at Spock with unreadable eyes, vanished back onto the bridge, leaving Spock alone.
An unfamiliar burning sensation prickled in Spock's eyes, his hands were clammy, and his cheeks felt unusually damp. Barely even contemplating his next move, he turned sharply on his heel and walked in the direction of the sickbay.
Sooo yeah! ^^
How will Jim react to this?! Fiiind out next chapter! :D
Fairly short I know, but I'm home for the holidays, so hopefully future chapters will be a lot longer as I have no work! *cheers* I may put up another one tonight, it depends whether I get writers block or not :3
Please please leave a review; it'd help me a lot, and I hope you enjoyed reading this little sliver of loveliness! :3
But for now...
Sofia301 out!
