Jim feigned more apprehension than he actually felt as he approached the desk. He deliberately moved too slow for Spock, and hands collided with his shoulders to shove him down firmly over the cool wooden surface. Spock guided Jim's hands, indicating he should grip the other side of the desk.
"You will not move from this position." Spock said, and yanked Jim's pants and briefs down. Jim began to wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew. He could count the number of times they had sex before leaving his second hand, but unless there was some outside influence like on Morpheus, the general pattern involved coaxing, and reassuring, and praying to obscure alien gods that Spock would go along with him. He never imagined Spock could be so aggressive.
Jim didn't know what to expect, but even with this strange, forceful Spock he thought he knew what not to expect – until Spock smacked him firmly on the ass, hard enough to sting.
The command to remain still all but forgotten, Jim twisted around and gaped at Spock in disbelief. The Vulcan's face was deadly serious, but otherwise betrayed nothing. "What… what the hell was that?"
Spock tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, and there was something downright mocking in his tone. "Is this not how humans administer discipline to unruly children?"
"I'm not a child, Spock!"
"But sexual harassment is a juvenile behavior, so I determined that this would be a fitting reprimand."
It occurred to him then, for the first time, that what he did on the bridge was blatantly disrespectful of Spock's feelings. Spock had not been in an emotional mood, did not want to be in an emotional mood, but Jim just poked and prodded and dragged him into a scenario that would no doubt lead to heaps of guilt later. Hell, for all Jim knew, he could have been genuinely interested in the treaty. So he hesitated, but turned back around and surrendered himself to Spock's suspicious brand of logic.
"Always the quiet ones." He muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing."
About a half dozen well-aimed strikes into the whole affair, Jim was hit with one of those eerie moments of clarity, somewhere between an involuntary whimper and an anticipatory flinch. His first officer was spanking him, for God's sake. And damn if it wasn't turning him on. He also realized dimly that Spock must be holding back, otherwise he'd be screaming loud enough to summon every security officer in the ship.
It wasn't long before Jim's skin was warm and tingling under Spock's precise smacks, and the arousal that had faded somewhat out of sheer astonishment returned in full force. A few minutes later Spock seemed placated, because the assault on Jim's backside stopped abruptly; almost too soon for his liking. Spock gently slid a hand over his spine, just long enough for a stern reminder against movement to echo through his head, then footsteps headed away from him.
From the angle he was at, Jim couldn't see what Spock was doing very well, but he could hear the sound of a drawer being wrenched open, the soft click of a bottle top. Footsteps getting closer again, the rustle of fabric. Spock's shirt fell to the floor beside his feet.
Jim arched his back and cried out when suddenly, strong hands spread him open and Spock's erection slid between his buttocks, slicked with lubricant. The slippery substance was already warm, and the firm rubbing against his entrance threatened to drive him off the deep end.
"Oh God…" Jim moaned, and tried in vain to push back against Spock. He had been in a state of arousal for such a long time now it was starting to hurt; he was so completely ready for this. "Do it. Now."
A devious pause. "Specify."
"Stop teasing and fuck me already!"
"You did not indulge my requests on the bridge." Spock bent over him, and his breath felt like the air of Vulcan itself on Jim's ear. "I see no reason to indulge yours." He pressed against Jim, and the friction was agonizing because it just wasn't enough.
Damn Vulcans and their goddamn self-control to hell.
"Come on," Jim choked out. "I can't… I can't take the suspense."
"Do you apologize for your disruptive conduct?"
"Yes, yes! I'm sorry."
Another agonizing pause. "An apology obtained under duress may not be a sincere one."
A few more seconds of this, and Jim was going to go postal. "Spock, please. I'm begging you. I'm ordering you."
"May I remind you that we are both off-duty."
"Spock!"
"Very well."
In one smooth, precise thrust, Spock was buried inside of him.
Jim moaned, swept into a storm of pleasure, pain, and relief. Spock was always so damn hot that it was a little unnerving at first, so Jim forced himself to relax, reminded himself to breathe. Fortunately Spock wasn't feeling spiteful enough to forego careful preparation and immediately start pounding him into oblivion.
In fact, a shade of concern and doubt was creeping over him, emotions not his own.
He smiled slightly, lips curling against the desk. I'm fine.
Only then did Spock rest a hand on the small of his back and start to move, and his other hand closed over Jim's aching erection. He stroked in time with his thrusts, but apparently he wasn't through with revenge yet, because he was doing both at a rather leisurely pace. Jim wanted nothing better than to let go of the desk and jerk himself off, to shove his hips back, but he forced himself to stay still. This was about what Spock wanted, and he was going to do it right. But that didn't mean he couldn't complain about it.
"Harder," He moaned between clenched teeth. "Dammit Spock, stop playing games!"
"Perhaps if you were less demanding," Spock's voice was strained and breathy now, "I would be more accommodating." It was killing Jim, not being able to see his face.
He decided then it was about time to give up on being stubborn. He wasn't going to win this one. "Please, Spock. Please, harder – ah!" He cried out when Spock obliged him. Pure lust flooded his thoughts, and he opened up to let it rush through him, as if their minds were mirroring their bodies. "Oh fuck, that's good… so close–" A second later he came with a broken gasp, Spock's mind surrounding him and pushing him over the edge.
He lay bonelessly against the desk in a daze, but the sensation of Spock still moving within him tugged him back to awareness. Jim smiled faintly to himself. You're almost there. He clenched his body around Spock and dragged an almost animalistic cry from the Vulcan's throat. Come for me.
Spock shuddered violently and his fingers dug into Jim's hips. He collapsed against Jim's back, breathing heavily in his ear. For about ten blissful seconds there was nothing but the afterglow, and the solid weight of Spock against him, and the pleasant sensation of movement as their chests rose and fell slightly out of sync.
Then Spock stood up and pulled out of him, and briskly started to clean up and get dressed again. Even though his mind was closed off, Jim could sense the embarrassment and guilt that always gripped him after these escapades.
"Captain," Spock said as he struggled with a leg of his pants, voice clipped and formal, "I hope that I have not caused you undue distress."
"Whatever distress you caused me was completely due." Jim heaved a sigh and pushed himself up to an exhausted stand, leaning on the desk. "That was interesting as hell, don't get me wrong, but you know, I didn't mean to make you… I just thought it would be fun. For both of us." He added quickly.
Spock shot him a reproachful look. "I know for a fact that you are not that ignorant."
"Ok, so maybe I wasn't thinking clearly. Maybe I wanted to provoke you. I was curious. You of all people should understand that."
A moment's hesitation. "I am not an experiment, Jim." Spock dropped his eyes again, and he paused with his shirt halfway down his chest. There was something more in those words, a hint of meaning on too many levels to count. Jim cautiously probed for their bond and caught a vague sense of anxiety.
"Of course you're not." He said, and faltered, afraid to say what was weighing heavily on his mind. He couldn't shape the words, couldn't give them life in the air, so he thought them instead. Neither am I.
Spock paused for a moment, but didn't respond, instead continuing the task of making himself presentable for duty.
Someday, somehow, they were going to have to compromise. Jim couldn't hide the best thing in his life from the rest of the world forever, and Spock couldn't keep up with Jim's constant physical attentions indefinitely. They had to talk about where this was headed. But that wasn't going to be today.
"C'mere." Jim took Spock's face in his hands and drew him into a tender kiss, before he could escape to go wallow in Vulcan angst for the rest of the day.
In the meantime though, Jim was glad he had finally hauled some genuine passion out of Spock. Now he knew for certain it existed. He would just have to find another, less manipulative way to get there. Somewhere deep in his heart, he suspected there would be plenty of time for that.
Wow… so, umm, smut. Yeah. XD
And whaddya know, I just couldn't end it without giving everyone cavities.
Reviews much appreciated, as this is my first online pr0n!
Random side note: Although I like TOS better than the new movie, something about the volatile nature of the 2009 boys' relationship really lends itself to situations like this. TOS KxS are so devoted and tender, and 2009 KxS are all kiss-kiss-slap-slap-grrrr-angst, and they don't trust each other yet, which is weird but fun to play around with.
/fangirly rant
