Chapter 2:

I gave it some thought. I decided to continue. By the way, I try to get as factual as possible, but where applicable, I generally infer some things or make certain details up. I'm a Trekkie, but I'm not extremely hardcore to the point of memorizing every minute detail. I do try and back up some of it with research so that I don't look like a total ass.

This chapter builds a little slower than the first one did…

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Kirk grinned. Kirk grinned so wide he could've been the Cheshire Cat. He looked so unabashedly unashamed that Spock wasn't sure what to do, what to say, what to think. Kirk was nervous as all hell, but he wasn't going to let it show. He wasn't going to allow opportunity to slink out the door, embarrassed.

Spock did nothing but listen, his Vulcan biology allowing him to pick up very subtle sounds that humans would have to struggle to hear. He could hear Kirk's breathing, a slight whistle of air as Kirk breathed simultaneously through his nasal passages as well as his teeth. He could hear Kirk's stomach churning slightly, digesting whatever junk food he'd eaten before this formerly private activity. He could hear Kirk's heartbeat pounding against the chest wall. He could feel his own counterpart, beating very loudly within his chest, and pounding all the way through his body.

"So…" Kirk said, the movements of his mouth interrupting the captivating smile.

"I apologize, Captain." Spock finally said, in a very quiet, somber tone. "It was not something that I should have observed as I did." He turned on his feet, hands behind his back, his skin flooding a pale green color.

Kirk's grin melted quickly. "Spock, wait." He pushed a button on the wall next to his bed, and stood, not fully aware that he was completely naked. He stepped towards his inwardly embarrassed, outwardly cold first officer before he realized he wasn't wearing anything. "Shit." He turned and ran into his bathroom, looking for something quick. Pants took too long to find, straighten out, and put on.

He also felt the need to wash his hands—he was never one to drift to sleep without cleaning up after sex (whether with a partner or by himself). Otherwise, he was not a clean freak by any means, but there was something puritanical about sex that seemingly made it a requirement to clean up afterwards. He washed his hands, grabbed the rather long, burgundy hand towel, and wrapped it around his waist.

"I sincerely apologize," Spock began, trying to back to the door, which wasn't opening. "Cap--" Kirk emerged, wearing the hand towel around his waist, which looked entirely as ridiculous as one could imagine. If it were a less extreme situation, Spock might have actually allowed himself a smirk at the sight. The towel barely went halfway down Kirk's thighs, and was particularly tight. Kirk walked to the Vulcan, reaching out, but not touching him.

"It's Jim." Kirk brushed one hand against the slightly grainy-feeling cheek. The stubble was sharp, bristly, but barely there. Spock inhaled through his teeth in the kind of hiss Kirk used when he knew he was about to get an injection from Bones. Usually, he didn't know it was coming, so rather than hiss, he would let some choice expletives fly. "Is that blushing caused by you walking in on your superior officer furiously masturbating, or are you just happy to see me?"

"Jim, I only entered to confirm your safety. As first-" Kirk moved his fingers ever so slightly from the jawbone to the tense lips. He cupped one hand over Spock's mouth, and with his other, placed his index finger over his lips, making a quiet 'Shhh' in the process.

"It's okay." Kirk said softly. "I'm safe." He leaned in, becoming almost unbearably close to Spock. The Vulcan had his back to the door, which still would not budge. Inside, Spock was cursing the door, the door's manufacturer, the architect that designed it, the contractor that installed it, the programmer of the software that operated it. Outwardly, he had the look of an animal that knew it was going to the veterinarian for its annual checkup. Spock had no possible flight options, and he was going to be forced to deal with the issue right this moment. This was going better than Kirk had ever hoped.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Kirk smiled again, his blue eyes dancing with glee. He removed the hand clamped around the Vulcan's mouth, and allowed him to speak.

"Captain—" Kirk's eyes narrowed a bit and he gave Spock a stern look. Gah, I bet I'm cute when I do that. He thought to himself, not taking his eyes off of Spock's.

"Jim… I…" Spock felt even more embarrassed by his inability to control his own speech patterns. He was more bothered by the fact that he was losing control than he was about being caught watching Kirk play with himself.

"You… what?" Kirk smiled, leaning in, hazily closing his eyes, preparing to move in for a kiss. He kept leaning in, so much so that Spock instinctively closed his own eyes in preparation for the embrace. Kirk denied the kiss, leaning to the side, instead brushing his cheek against Spock's. Kirk felt the stubble scraping and scratching at his own smooth skin, tickling him in the process. He enjoyed the mild sandpaper feeling, the sharpness, and the reality that was Spock.

Spock kept his eyes closed, his senses drowning in Kirk. He could feel the intense heat building between their bodies as they came dangerously close. He particularly enjoyed the scent of Jim Kirk—an intoxicating blend of cologne, masculinity, sweat, sex, and seduction—it caused Spock to falter as he breathed. In his growing weakness, he allowed himself to touch Kirk's back, feeling the surprising coldness of the bare skin. He dragged the long, slender finger down the blond man's spine, drawing a shiver from them both, and causing Kirk to instinctively hook his arms under Spock's and dig his fingers into the Vulcan's shoulder blades.

Spock didn't want to tear away from the embarrassment much less than he did before, though he was finding some logical incentives not to run away and hide. It was Kirk, however, that broke the close embrace, backing up slightly, the smile returning to his lips once again.

"Well...?" Kirk asked again, not allowing his question to go unanswered. Spock remained silent, hesitant. "Do I have to order you to tell me?" Kirk raised an eyebrow, looking silly-sexy rather than totally serious.

"I did." Spock said, fully embarrassed. At this point, he really wanted nothing more than to run away from the intensity of the situation. He would easily outrun Kirk, but he undoubtedly would not be able to hide. He could, however, override the security codes, steal a shuttle, and make his escape.

"You did… what?" Kirk said, slyly sliding his tongue over his teeth, leaning in again and looking into Spock's brown eyes.

"I did… Captain." Spock raised an eyebrow, unsure of what Kirk was asking him.

"Nnnooo…." Kirk said, shaking his head and stepping back. "Tell me in a complete sentence."

"The phrase I used is indeed a compl-" Kirk put a finger to Spock's lips.

"Did you enjoy my little show?" Kirk asked again, lifting his arms up and wrapping them around Spock's neck, feeling the short hairs of the Vulcan's nape prickling his arms in the process.

"Yes, Jim. I did." Spock finally admitted with the tiniest bit of a sigh. That earned him another cocky Cheshire grin but this time, it wound up smearing itself out in the crook of Spock's pale, creamy neck. The Vulcan leaned back and made a sound that was a hybrid of a moan and a yelp.

It was more than just music to Kirk; these simple phonemes, the units of words that were never meant to be, drove him further down this road to seduction.

Kirk opened his mouth into a kiss, gently scraping his teeth along the unblemished skin. He began to suck gently, pulling flesh up and slightly into his mouth.

"Nnnf." Spock squeaked, his idle arm tightening around Kirk and jamming their bodies together. "Are you sure you know what you are doing?" He asked the blond man, his breath ragged. They both knew there would be a greenish blue mark on his neck tomorrow. A 'hickey' Spock thought, amused and secretly excited at the prospect of having a hickey.

"Sure, I'm sure." Kirk said, his voice cheeky as he licked the lobes of Spock's ears.

"Vulcans are often three times stronger than humans." Spock warned, leaning into Kirk.

"I know. I'll be gentle with you, I promise." Kirk was just such a cocky… bastard. That might not be the proper nomenclature, but it seemed to be preferred among the crew. Spock groaned internally at the bad joke, but he considered that Kirk didn't understand Spock's strength. If Spock lost control, it could mean severe injuries for the Captain.

"Jim, please." Spock said, in a near whisper. "I could severely injure you. I don't think—"

"Then don't think." Kirk cut him off, nibbling at the lobes of Spock's ears. "Just… Feel." Kirk's tongue snaked up the edge of Spock's ear, ending with a soft yet firm lick to the pointed cartilage. Spock growled loudly and pushed Kirk away from his body.

Fear flashed within Kirk's eyes for a moment, a sight not lost on Spock, but it disappeared quickly. Kirk was never one to back down from a fight for any reason, especially fear. Spock continued to stare at Kirk for a few seconds, and before the other man could speak, he found himself shoved further into his quarters. This is what it took for Jim Kirk to feel fear?

'Perhaps I should have designed the Kobayashi Maru differently when Jim took it.'

Spock was driving Kirk backwards, until the backs of his knees hit the bed, sending him sprawling backwards. The ridiculous towel, of course, slipped off in the process.

"You were warned, Jim." Spock gave an ever-so-slight smile as he crawled onto the bed and pinned Kirk down effortlessly. He leaned in and kissed Kirk feverishly, finally allowing his humiliation to dissipate.

"As Captain… I think I'd like to face the… cooonse…quences of… my… actions." Kirk moaned, distracted as Spock placed his lips on Kirk's neck this time. He was bound and determined to return the hickey given to him earlier.

"Indeed." Spock mumbled into the skin, tickling Kirk with the vibrations of his voice.

Kirk laughed softly.

Spock bit down, and Kirk let out a moan and smirked to himself.

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More Authors' Notes:

I think I'll leave the next part for a day (night?) that I have more time to write. I do think that they should get their sex scene, of course. Spock shouldn't be left out; he'll have his fun.

Perhaps I should've changed this title from 'Sounds' to 'Smile'.

I would've had this posted earlier tonight, but the Tonight Show with Conan O'Brien debuted tonight and I had to watch it. I'm glad to see him back on TV.

I will be busy tomorrow, but I might have time on Wednesday to update.

Reviews do keep me fueled, but I will continue this. The story eats at me and I get to the point where I *have* to finish it.