Shit. He wasn't able to take it anymore. Two medium sized steps and he was in front of Spock. A second and a half extra and he was crushing that back talking (but now silent), ridiculously Vulcan mouth.
Damn. He moaned as he relished in the feel that was Spock's warm mouth. If he had known it would be this good, maybe, maybe he would have tried it earlier...
He stopped thinking and couldn't restart. Spock's teeth had scraped, so perfectly, over his bottom lip. If only by accident, he didn't know, and really didn't care. He just wanted it to happen again.
His logical, Vulcan half was screaming at him to figure it out, pull back, walk away, be disgusted. Something, anything. Yet, his human emotions were overriding it, relishing in the taste (apples) of Captain Kirk's mouth.
He felt his Captain's tongue pushing against his lips and he willingly opened them, reveling in the new sensation.
Then suddenly, there was nothing. Captain Kirk had pulled away, a look of sudden realization, of confusion (but mostly lust) on his face.
Spock ran his tongue over his lip, and found the barest taste of apples left there. He watched as Captain Kirk's eyes instantly dropped down to his mouth.
Knowing that what he was doing was not rational, he pulled Captain Kirk towards him, causing the other man to stumble slightly, and their teeth hit, just slightly. Not up for letting a small thing distract him, Spock pulled Captain Kirk flush against him and pushed his hands through the closely cropped hair.
He was being kissed. By a man. That ought to have thrown him into a frenzy, but the fact that that 'man' was Spock had stopped his thinking. It was until he simultaneously felt Spock's tongue sweeping through his mouth and his erection pressing against his leg that he snapped out of his thoughts and into the moment he was in.
"Shit, Spock!" he moaned as he pushed Spock up against the wall of his room. "I didn't know you liked me so much," he managed as Spock's hand made it underneath his shirt and up his back.
"I don't like you," Spock returned, eyes closed and head thrown back as Captain Kirk sucked at his lips, his jaw, his neck. "You're just an irrational need I have," he breathed.
"Whatever the hell I am, you like it," Kirk smirked as he pulled away, his eyes straying to the very obvious erection pushing at Spock's pants.
Spock only shrugged before pulling Kirk's shirt over his head and tossing it onto his bed. "I must say, Captain Kirk," Spock finally spoke, "that it appears you like me just as much."
Kirk shrugged, "Count yourself lucky," he whispered before settling his mouth back on Spock's mouth, his hands straying to the band of Spock's pants and tugging (ineffectively) on them. In the process, his hand brushed against Spock's throbbing erection, causing the man to suck in a breathe.
Kirk smiled against his lips, "Like that, do you?" he asked and, not waiting for a verbal reply, pressed his hand more firmly against Spock's cock.
"Fuck, Kirk!" was all Spock could manage through the haze that had finally finished clouding over his mind.
Nimbly, Kirk unzipped and pushed Spock's pants down to the floor, leaving them around his ankles. "That's Captain Kirk to you, Spock," Kirk told him as he focused his attention on the object of his want. He very slowly slipped his fingers into the band of Spock's underwear and slowly, so slowly, pushed them down to the floor to join the pants.
Looking up, his eyes met Spock's and keeping them locked, Kirk sunk slowly to his knees, his hands gently grasping the throbbing cock in front of him.
Just that caused Spock to hiss a quiet, "Fuck!" between his teeth.
Turning his eyes down, a pleased smile on his face, he trailed his fingers up and down his shaft, reveling in the sounds of pleasure coming from Spock's mouth.
Licking his lips, Kirk lowered his mouth and tentatively darted his tongue against Spock's cock. This brought Spock's hands flying to grip his head, grasping his blonde hair in his hands.
Urged on, he trailed his tongue up and down, curling it around, and finally, finally! drawing it into his mouth.
"Kirk!" Spock yelled, stars popping beneath his lids. It felt so good, what Captain Kirk was doing.
"Don't....don't stop," he pleaded and was rewarded with the man on his knees in front of him blowing cold air over his shaft. He tightened his hands in Captain Kirk's hair, wanting him to pull his cock back into his mouth.
Just as the tip of his member entered the Captain's mouth, a loud whirring noise made its way into his conciousness.
"Could Captain Kirk please make his way to the bridge?" Chekov's heavily accented voice spoke through the intercom.
"You're kidding me!" Kirk pulled back and stood up, annoyance dancing across his face as he grabbed his shirt from the bed and pulled it on. Looking down at his slowly dying erection, he managed a smile at Spock, who had just finished doing up his pants.
Impulsively, he pressed a quick kiss on Spock's lips before running out the door.
Cursing whatever needed Captain Kirk's attention on the bridge, Spock slowly followed the same route his Captain had take just a few minutes before.
Even though they had been interrupted before anything really happened, Spock's rational Vulcan side knew something else had happened. His human, irrational half, on the other hand, was just plain pissed off. All of that stressing for weeks and nothing happened?!
He was really going to take out wheaver had made Chekov interrupt their....session.
No on interrupted Spock's sex time without a good fucking reason and got away with it. Not even brilliant (and cute) Russian boys.