Captain Kirk was beginning to formulate a plan, a most delicious plan. It was night on board the Enterprise and the ship was quiet, all you could hear was the hum of her engines. How calming it was...a slow steady beat, but his heart began to pulse more quickly. Probably due to the damn drink.

Jim began to walk, sway, skip, towards his goal. How delightful to feel alive and have a purpose. Hmmm, said Jim to himself staring at the bold black letters of the door in front of him. He closed his eyes and imagined his friend asleep naked waiting for him. Was it wishful thinking or merely a fantasy that would never become reality. He was about to find out.

Jim slowly put his hand to the door and it opened. 'Open sesame' he said to himself, 'this is nice of you Spock not locking your door. Hmm nice indeed.' As he entered he was greeted with a blast of hot air smacking him the face.

'Damn, it's hot in here,' he said to himself. 'Gee it is way to hot to have clothes on.' After the doors had closed, he stood still, hoping he had not waken the still form of his bedmate to be. Not seeing or hearing any movement, he began to strip into nakedness. Once completely in the buff his friend below began to lead the way to his destiny. Ever so slowly he approached the bed and lifted the cover and entered the heated environment. Oh...so hot it was fire in there. Complete, absolute warmth...god it was good. He began to slide closer to the body next him and discovered that his companion was naked also.

'Oh, how nice Spock sleeps in the nude. That will make my task of disrobing him non-existent. Pity though I wouldn't have minded to depetal my Vulcan lover. Oh well, there shall be another opportunity for such a feat. Spock had been sleeping so profoundly he never noticed Jim there until he felt something poking him. When that occured his eyes opened wide open almost like when one of his eyebrows would go up when something fascinated him. He couldn't move.

"Captain, may I ask the purpose of your visit?" said Spock not moving his back to him.

"Do I need a purpose. I was lonely just decided to drop by and say hi."

"Lights, up ten percent." the light in the room was low, but they both could see now.

Spock could smell the alcohol permeating his quarters. His commanding officer stank of booze, and he also had a very hard erection touching him from behind.

"Captain, you are inebriated."

"Yes, I am ineb...enbria..irib ri...I'm shit faced drunk."

"You have not answered my question. Why are you here? Also why is your sexual organ brushing against my gluteus maximus.?"

"You mean why is my cock poking your ass."

"I believe that is what I said."

"Does my friend here need a reason he just wants to get know you better that's all."

Jim had positioned himself very close to his first officer. Spock had not once turn to face him, he stayed immobile unable to move. He felt the intrusion of his personal space most alarming for it started to arouse in him something he had never experienced. He had been intimate with Nyota but this with Jim was so different.

"What do wish of me? You should go to your quarters, Captain. The alcohol, you have taken will eventually where off. Please, do not embarrass yourself more." Spock spoke, his tone firm.

"I just wanted to ask you a few questions. That's all. Nothing wrong with that, now, really."

"If it will make you leave, than please be done with it. I need my rest."

"Okay, here goes question number one. Does Nyota do little things for you?"

"Please specify?" said Spock his voice betraying his Vulcan control.

"All right. Does she not whisper sweet hot nothings in your long elegant olive ears?"

"No, no she does not," said Spock almost stuttering.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...not good Spock."

Spock was experiencing strange sensations he couldn't describe. It felt different, why was the heated body next to him so relaxing, so inviting he almost wanted to touch their scorching skin together, but he didn't...he just stayed there not moving wishing his erection that was beginning to form to go away.

"Is there more to this?" Spock asked feeling uncomfortable.

"Far from over mister. Next question, does she not part your wet, thin lips and devour you, opening, thrusting her hot wicked tongue in you and exploring every tooth as if it were a kernel belonging to it's cob not leaving one untouched?"

"No..."

"I am so sorry."

"What else must you say, for I go tired of this illogical nonsense. She is adequate as a lover."

"Adequate. That's it. And you are happy with that?" Jim asked curiously.

"That is all I need."

"Is it?" Jim replied his words dripping with lust.

"Spock, you hurt me,you hurt me deeply. Ilogical questioning my ass. It seems my friend is not the only one being friendly or wanting to say hi and want to play."
Jim smiled as he could tell by looking that Spock was getting aroused.

"I do not know what you speak of." Spock responded feigning innocence.

"No matter. Shall I continue?"

"If you must."

"Does she not leave soft mushy kisses along your chest and leave gobs of saliva to swirl around your nipples to lick, suck, bite and than finally slurp it all up and swallow?"

"Spock, Spock...did you hear me. Did you want me to repeat the question?"

"No..."

"Does that mean no twice."

"Yes."

"Oh...look at that you said yes...but that doesn't count now does it."

"Please no more questions...I do not know if I can ..."

"Can what?"

"I feel strange...I...can't explain..."

"Listen Spock...I don't want to upset you if you want me to stop I shall leave."

"No...not yet...I would like that you continue. Please..."

"Very well."

To be continued...