Well, this was supposed to be a crack-fic but I really suck at those. But I still hope that you all will like it.:)

"Jim, may I enquire where we are headed to in such a rush?" Spock asked as Jim practically dragged him out of the Officer's Recreational Room.

Jim laughed, winking at him with his trademark mischief. "Patience, Mr. Spock. Haven't you heard that all good things come to people who are patient?"

Spock suppressed a sigh and followed Jim reluctantly. Ever since he had made that statement about striptease being illogical, he had found himself being plagued by thoughts of Jim performing the said striptease… for him! Spending night after night in a state of unfulfilled desire after that had made him realize his folly.

But he had forcefully squashed down that particular want of his. It was illogical, not to say inappropriate. And now, apparently, Jim was hell bent on proving him wrong.

Spock gritted his teeth. He was a Vulcan; he could control himself. He would control himself.

!-!-!

Spock's heart skipped a beat when they stopped outside Jim's quarters. After punching in his code Jim pulled him inside.

The door shut behind Spock and Jim turned towards him with an expression which was downright sinful. Spock could only watch helplessly as Jim came close to him… too close, and whispered into his ears, "Ready to be proven wrong?"

Spock tried his level best to keep his voice even… "Wrong?"

Judging by Jim's smirk he had failed. "Uh-huh, I am gonna prove just how arousing striptease can be."

Spock did not exactly gulp. He did not. Surak give me strength.

!-!-!

Jim laughed as he saw the expression on Spock's face. Really, how oblivious he had been. He had never really felt so… free before. Spock was the best thing which had ever happened to him. And he, James T. Kirk, by hook or by crook would get the love of his life.

Damn, I love this pointy-eared bastard! Beaming, he led Spock towards the bed. "Sit down, baby."

Spock let himself be guided into the bed and said in a strange voice, "Baby? I am neither an infant nor do I resemble one Jim."

Smirking, Jim straddled Spock's lap and ignored Spock's startled hiss.

"I am very aware of that, Mr. Spock. I know that you are a fully grown Vulcan male," Jim said and then fondled Spock's hardness through his trousers. "Oh my! Is this for me, Mr. Spock?"

Somehow Spock managed to gasp out, "Jim… what are you trying to accomplish?"

Jim's breathing quickened as he saw the naked hunger and need in Spock's face. He nearly moaned as he lost himself in the glittering depths of Spock's dark eyes.

Jim felt a blush creeping onto his face. What the hell? James T. Kirk never blushed. He made others blush. Clearing his throat he answered Spock's question, "You'll have your answer Spock. Computer, start song number 1 from the album 4." Then he looked at Spock and said in a low voice filled with love and desire, "This song is known as 'One plus One'. This is what I am trying to tell you Spock. This is what I have been trying to say for a long time now."

Jim began to undulate as the music started slow and entrancing. Just as Beyonce's golden voice filled the room, Jim stood and began to dance. Spock looked on enthralled; as if he had never seen anything more beautiful.

Jim slowly removed his dungaree; first the straps, teasingly, and then as a whole. Now dressed only in a pair of black skinny jeans and white shirt, Jim smiled as he saw that Spock was on the verge of breaking down. Locking his eyes with Spock's, he slowly opened the buttons of his shirt… one at a time. He shivered as he felt Spock's hot and heavy gaze caress every inch of his skin being revealed. All the while he kept dancing, his movements clean and flowing gracefully. In the background Beyonce crooned 'make love to me'.

Jim's shirt finally came off completely and revealed Jim's exquisite body to Spock's hungry gaze, marred only by a few scars. But to Spock even those were beautiful. Every one of those scars had played a part in shaping this extraordinary man in front of him today. And Spock lost every bit of his control. He could no longer think. He could only feel, only need, only ache…

!-!-!

Jim faltered as Spock stood abruptly and started approaching him. Next he knew he was in Spock's arms and Spock was kissing him, if that could be called a kiss. God, but he had never been kissed like this. As if… as if Spock was trying to eat him alive. And then he lost every bit of thought he possessed when Spock tore off the buttons of his jeans and took him in his hands…

And then Spock did exactly what Jim had been asking Spock to do… he made love to him.

xxxxxx

The next morning Jim greeted Bones and Uhura with a huge smile as he joined them for breakfast in the mess. But it gave way to a wince as he sat down. "Should have started with something small," he grumbled to himself. Feeling eyes upon him he looked up to find Uhura smirking at him while Bones scowled. Jim rolled his eyes. Really, Bones was the epitome of predictability.

After a while Uhura questioned in an innocent voice, "So Jim, where's Spock?"

Jim narrowed his eyes suspiciously but answered anyway, "There was some trouble in the science lab, but he said he would join me for breakfast. Why?"

Uhura shrugged, "Just asking… Any reason you are looking ridiculously happy today? You are practically glowing."

Giving her a glare, Jim was about to answer when Spock joined them and Jim turned towards him with a huge smile on his face. Bones snorted. Jim spared him an angry look before resuming smiling at Spock. "So I guess the problem has been taken care of, Mr. Spock."

Spock's lips twitched as he answered, his eyes glittering with amusement and something else Jim could not exactly decipher. "Yes Captain. I believe I performed satisfactorily."

Bones made a gagging noise and growled, "Alright! Stop making goo-goo eyes at each other. And you," he said pointing his finger at Spock, "never again make such innuendos."

Spock calmly sipped his tea before replying, "I do not know what innuendo you are referring to, Doctor."

Uhura laughed and laid a kiss upon Bones' lips before he could answer back. "Aaargh…," Jim screamed, closing his eyes hiding his face in Spock's chest, "my eyes, my eyes! They are burning… help!"

Spock shared a look of utter exasperation with Bones while the entire mess laughed at their captain's antics.

Just then Chekov came bounding towards their table. "Keptin, did you win? Could you convinze Mizter Spock zat stripteaz iz not illogical?"

Jim couldn't really control his blush, especially when he saw Spock raise an eyebrow at Chekov's question and look at him. Jim cleared his throat and answered, "You should know that James T. Kirk never loses, Chekov. The poor Vulcan had to bow down before my superior logic. Of course I won. Didn't I, Spock?" The entire mess quietened down in order to hear Spock's reply.

Spock stared at Jim for a long while before finally answering, "No Jim. I believe I am the one who has won… everything. Now, shall we head for the bridge, Captain?"

Jim blinked a few times, trying to get a grip upon his emotions. Love; it had been love in Spock's eyes. After a while he smiled and nodded.

!-!-!

Just as Jim exited the mess with his First Officer, he heard the whole mess breaking into loud cheers and applauds. Spock stopped and levelled a questioning look at Jim. Jim grinned, brimming with happiness and replied, "They are happy… for us."

Spock smiled.

THE END!

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