Ch 3 Indulgence
"Spock."
Jim lay on his bed, reaching up to the Vulcan. Spock gently straddled his captain. Slowly, he leaned over the other man, his hands on either side of Jim's head. He kissed Jim passionately, feeling Jim's hips buck against him. A soft moan escaped Jim as Spock wrestled with the clasps on the pants of the young man beneath him. He broke the kiss long enough to sit up and take off his own shirt. Jim just as quickly pulled off his black undershirt.
Spock took the moment to savor the sight of his captain beneath him, shirtless, unclasped pants just begging to be removed. Spock quickly did as they demanded, then turned his attention to his own.
Now that both of them were effectively naked, Spock once again turned his attention to Jim's lips. He trailed his hands down Jim's torso. As he went lower, Jim made desperate noises against his Vulcan's lips.
Oh, God, I'm going to lose it.
Jim reached carefully between Spock's legs, massaging the Vulcan's member. His hand wrapped around it, giving it a gentle tug. Spock gave him the reaction he wanted. Spock grabbed the bottle of lubrication from the table.
With his superior strength, Spock quickly flipped Jim onto his stomach. He massaged Jim's buttocks, hearing a moan come from the kneeling man. Lube spilled everywhere in Spock's flushed fervor. Carefully, Spock took himself in one hand and lined himself up with Jim. He eased himself in, one hand on Jim's back.
The penetration had been easier than Spock was anticipating. Jim gave a low moan as Spock pushed himself farther in. He could feel the ridges of Jim, tantalizing as he began his rhythm. Jim felt amazing, tight, maddeningly welcoming. He could smell Jim's scent, making him want him even more.
As Spock continued his rhythm, he reached one hand beneath Jim and began running his hand up and down his shaft. Jim shuddered, leaning into Spock's hand.
Harder, harder.
Spock could feel it as he let go of all control. His rhythm increased and Jim's moans became interspersed with gasps.
They came together, Spock inside of his captain, Jim all over the bed.
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Spock sat up, gasping. The dream had been so vivid. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Jim beneath him, hear his moans of pleasure.
He looked down, ashamed of the mess he had made of his Starfleet regulation underwear. Vulcans didn't have wet dreams. Vulcans didn't lose control. Vulcans didn't indulge in sexual intercourse with their captain.
Spock slipped out of bed, removing the soiled underwear. Apparently, it was time to take a shower.
On the bridge later that morning, Jim could tell Spock had had a restless night. He couldn't help but be concerned, what with Uhura looking almost as bad as the Vulcan.
"Spock, a word."
Spock briskly moved to his captain's side, hands clasped behind his back.
"Yes, captain?"
Jim pulled his Vulcan friend closer, so as to create some privacy. At the touch, Spock gave a slight, unconscious shudder.
"You don't look well, Spock. I head what happened between you and Lieutenant Uhura. I'm sorry. I know how hard something like that can be. If you need anything, let me know."
Spock shifted slightly. He knew what he wanted, what he needed.
"There is no need for you to become involved, captain. Lieutenant Uhura simply did not comprehend that my personal life could not be allowed to compromise my sole purpose for my presence on this vessel."
"And what purpose would that be, Spock?"
Blue eyes seemed to penetrate the Vulcan. A tint of green found it's way to Spock's cheeks. The dream replayed over in his mind. Purpose?
"To…to serve Starfleet to the best of my abilities."
Jim gave a signature smirk. "Okay, Spock."
Jim watched Spock walk back to his post. Of course Uhura didn't understand. Spock had just lost his planet and worst of all, his mother. The only human to show Spock unconditional love had been ripped from him. Uhura had a way of smothering Spock and right now, all Spock wanted was to forget.
Jim knew. He knew all too well.
