"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is." — Barbara Bush

It was nearly midnight when Jim entered the penthouse, the living room lights low and welcoming, the soft sounds of the TV coming from the sitting room. He loosened his tie as he went that direction, leaning against the doorjamb to watch Spock watch the program. Spock was sitting on the floor wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a grey sweatshirt with Iowa State University nearly washed off of it. He was intent on the program on TV but Jim knew it was very likely that Spock was fully aware of his arrival.

He knew he had guessed correctly when Spock's brown eyes turned to focus on Jim, a smile nearly visible on Spock's mouth. "You should be in bed."

"As should you," Spock replied, looking up at Jim as he approached.

"I believe those are my sweats," Jim laughed, pulling his fingers through Spock's unbraided hair.

"I neglected to acquire any for myself," Spock said. "As you dress only in suits, I did not think wearing them would be disruptive to your plans."

"It's not," Jim assured him. "And if I have my way, you won't be wearing them much longer."

"That is my preference as well," Spock agreed, easily standing when Jim put his hand out in invitation.

"Did you find anything interesting on my computer?" Jim asked, leading him into the bedroom after switching off the TV.

"I now understand baseball. And I read several biographies on Dr. Pike and his spouse Dr. Boyce."

"Good. Phil will be there tomorrow. He doesn't like baseball but loves Chris. So it works out," Jim said.

"Do you enjoy baseball?" Spock asked as Jim went into the spacious bathroom.

"I do. I don't have much chance to watch it but I enjoy it when I do," Jim said.

Spock had nothing to say in response to that so did not try. He waited for Jim to leave the bathroom, watching him with great interest.

"What are you doing?" Jim asked into the mirror over the dresser where he was removing his cufflinks and tie.

"Watching you," Spock admitted, crossing gracefully over to stand behind Jim. "Were you an athlete at Iowa State University?"

Jim smiled at Spock's reflection, a spark of mischief in his eyes. "If I was, what sport would you think I played?"

Spock tilted his head slightly as his hands reached around to unbutton Jim's custom-made shirt. "Not football."

"Definitely not," Jim agreed.

"You are not tall enough for basketball."

"Maybe in Iowa I'm a giant," Jim laughed.

Spock shook his head. "You ran track."

"Yes. Mostly it started with the need to run away from the bullies. Then I discovered running track was a good way to attract the right kind of attention," Jim said with a smile.

"I do not believe you were ever wanting for companionship," Spock said, pulling Jim's shirt and jacket down off his unresisting arms.

Jim shrugged a bare shoulder, watching Spock in the mirror. With his warm body pressed close to Jim's back, Spock opened Jim's belt and pants, sliding them down until Jim was able to step free of them.

"You are beautiful," Spock said, caressing his arm and flat, hard stomach, stopping short of his forming erection.

"So are you," Jim said softly, turning in the circle of Spock's arms to pull off the sweatshirt. It didn't take long for the pants to follow, leaving Spock bare and hard. Jim wrapped one hand around Spock's impressive erection, stroking it several times until Spock had to moan in response.

"I will not last long if you continue," Spock warned, leaning against Jim so their erections were trapped between their hard stomachs.

"I don't care," Jim said. "Do you like receiving a blow job?"

"Any man who says he does not is a liar," Spock said, looking down at their twin need. "Are you willing to do that for me?"

"Yes. If it's something you want," Jim said, lifting Spock's chin to meet his eyes.

"I am unaccustomed to anyone caring what I may or may not desire," Spock admitted.

"I want to say I'm sorry but I know it would be useless," Jim said, licking the hollow at the base of Spock's neck. "Come and lay down."

Spock followed him, climbing into the very large, very comfortable bed, laying down on his back as directed. Jim touched him in near reverence, his hands stroking Spock's flat stomach and prominent hip bones.

"What is this scar from?" Jim asked, tracing lightly over the pale line at the top of Spock's right thigh.

"A childhood adventure gone wrong," Spock said.

"You were naughty as a child?" Jim asked with a laugh. "I didn't think Vulcan children were allowed to be naughty."

"Most are not. I am an exception," Spock said, shifting in need from Jim's knowing touch.

"I'm pretty sure you are one of very few Vulcans in your 'profession,'" Jim guessed, licking the moisture off of Spock's firm erection.

"I do not know every person in my profession," Spock said breathlessly. "I have never met another Vulcan."

Jim nodded at that, licking up the side and over the top, making Spock moan. His moans continued as Jim engulfed him fully, providing Spock a pleasure he was rarely afforded. His hands were clinched firmly to the sheets beneath him, his hips remaining as stationary as possible. Jim seemed to be enjoying his actions and Spock had no desire to chock him while he was so involved.

The hand around the base of Spock's erection and the one stroking his stomach provided Spock with the briefest flashes of Jim's thoughts. They were numerous and in disarray, his mind distracted by his arousal. The insights Spock received included the words beautiful … negotiations… delicious … need … contracts… desire… arbitration… tired.

Spock's tentative connection to Jim's thoughts was severed when Jim knowingly brought him over the edge, the orgasm rocking Spock with its intensity and pleasure. He was panting when Jim sat back on his heels to watch Spock in the afterglow.

"Was it good for you?" Jim joked, wiping the corner of this mouth with the back of his hand.

"Good is hardly adequate to describe it," Spock assured him, one hand reaching up to stroke Jim's cheek. "You know Vulcans are touch telepaths."

"I do. Did you learn anything good?" Jim asked with a smile.

"That you are tired. You should sleep," Spock said softly.

"Not until you do something about this," Jim said, his hand wrapped around his own erection.

"What is it you desire?" Spock asked, slowly sitting to study him. Now that he had gleaned the information from Jim's thoughts, he could see the signs of exhaustion – the circles under his eyes, the lines around his mouth, his complexion that looked less robust than it should.

Jim shrugged, looking down at himself. "Stop looking at me like you are trying to find all of my flaws."

"That was not my intention. You are tired. I will provide you the pleasure you deserve then we will sleep."

Jim smiled at those words, laying down next to Spock, pressed up close to his thigh. "You can use your hands. I may not stay awake for anything more involved."

Spock nodded, reaching over into the nightstand drawer for the lubricant. After coating both his palms, he wrapped warm, slick hands around Jim's flushed erection, stroking it knowingly.

"Can you hear my thoughts?" Jim asked, his arms under his head so he could watch Spock's skillful actions.

"If I attempted to do so, I could. I didn't intend to hear them as you were performing fellatio," Spock said, meeting Jim's eyes, his own slightly guilty at eavesdropping on Jim's thoughts.

"It's of n-n-no consequence," Jim assured him, his eyes drifting closed. He moved his left leg further away from his right which Spock took as an invitation. Jim's eyes flew open when Spock slick finger entered him, the pleasure building even faster.

"I am not hurting you, am I?" Spock asked to make sure as he continued to ease up and down within Jim's body.

"N-n-no…" Jim stuttered. "It's b-b-b-been a while."

Spock nodded to acknowledge his words, carefully inserting a second finger, both digits aiming for Jim's prostate, eliciting a throaty moan.

"Oh d-d-dear God," Jim whispered, his hips thrusting up on their own. "I'd forgotten how g-g-g-gooood…." The rest of his statement was cut off when his orgasm short-circuited his brain, any words he said completely inarticulate.

Spock slowly withdrew from his body, stroking his heaving stomach as he waited for Jim to collect himself. As his breathing slowed, Spock eased off the bed, returning with a warm cloth and a dry towel before Jim had time to open his eyes.

"You don't need to do that," Jim said, glazed eyes watching Spock's careful ministrations.

"If I do not, I will inevitably end up sleeping on the wet spot," Spock said, Jim laughing softly at his words.

"Probably," Jim said, allowing his eyes to drift closed. "Hurry back."

Spock did not respond except for quickly disposing of the cloth and towel to return to the bed with a glass of water which he handed to Jim before pulling the decadently fluffy comforter over them both. "Sleep," Spock said, caressing the brown-blond hair of the very sleepy man next to him.

"You too," Jim murmured, flinging one arm over Spock and falling completely asleep.

Spock remained awake, listening to the even breathing of the man pressed tight to him. There were too many thoughts chasing around in his head that needed to be sorted and dispensed with before he could rest his mind. In the short amount of time he'd spent in Jim's company, he had developed an attachment to him that Spock had to admit was very nearly terrifying. Spock was accustom to viewing his clients as assets to his business. Most were temporary; a few were consistent. None had the effect on him that Jim already had. It was dangerous and could only end badly.

Spock took a deep breath, resolving to live in the here and now. He would not look past Friday when Jim was leaving. He would not regret whatever happened between now and that time. And when Jim left, his heart would recover. It might take a while but he would eventually be able to tuck away the memories and cherish them without any regret over what could have been but never would be.