It Is Illogical, But It Is Love
Chapter 4
Kirk prided himself on being a man who, when under pressure, refused to give in and accept defeat. Perhaps he didn't do it calmly, or rationally, but he had some measure of self control.
Or, he'd thought he did.
Who the hell was he kidding; he was impulsive and irrational and he wanted to fuck Spock senseless, whether he was on the bridge or not.
Really, it was unfair, the way the Vulcan oozed sex – and he didn't even seem to be trying! Currently, he was just bent over some instruments, doing some figures and generally being a helpful crewmember, while the Captain sat awkwardly in his chair, fielding questions and trying to deal with his arousal, thank you very much; he didn't have time to do such silly things as talk to Starfleet or decide courses.
All Jim could see of his lover was his ass, and it was a nice view, sure it was, but it was the slightest bit distracting, and his nerves weren't the best right now, so close to Klingon territory. Of course, there was no open hostility, but when had Klingons ever been trustworthy? Now was not a good time to be distracted.
He could always leave the bridge, sneak back to his quarters a little early and take care of the problem, but Spock would know, and he would do that eyebrow thing that clearly said how little he thought of the Captain's so-called self-control, and then Kirk would blush and feel out of place. No matter how… passionate Spock was when he got going, there was no doubt that he had a much better hold over himself than Jim did.
He calculated that he had about ten minutes – when he did math, even easy stuff, his inner voice sounded alarmingly like Spock – before he went mad. Whatever biology class said, Kirk still firmly believed that a man could die of blue balls.
Now…how to get himself and Spock off the bridge without being too obvious about it…
Emergency on another deck? Too many questions. He'd have to leave Sulu the com, and he'd certainly contact them.
Medical examinations? One shouldn't involve Bones in anything pertaining to sex, because he had no problem broadcasting it all over the ship, even if it really wasn't news anymore.
Just stand up, announce he was horny and drag Spock off? After the access tube incident, Kirk wasn't sure how much more his reputation as a capable Captain could take.
Spock stood up now, catching Jim's eye. Said Captain nearly died. He stood up slowly. "Mr. Sulu, you have the com." He fled the bridge, heading for his quarters.
"Jim!"
Damn it, Bones. You're a doctor, figure out that I'm about to die and shove off. He tried to turn a corner, but McCoy grabbed his shoulder.
"Damn it, Jim, I'm trying to get your attention."
"What, Bones?"
"Someone's in a snit." McCoy looked devious. "Ran off the bridge pretty fast. Your pointy eared friend looked a little…well, I'd say confused if it was anyone else."
"Whatever, Bones; look, I've got to-"
"What was he doing, teasing you on the bridge?"
"Bones, I've really got to-"
"That's it, isn't it? God, Jim, you'd think after the access tube scandal that you'd have learned to control yourself; I had to do so much paperwork for Starfleet and assure them that that cadet was still fit for duty and not scarred for life and you're gonna go and do it again?"
"Bones, you're a doctor, not a counselor; now let me go."
"He wasn't even doing anything. I was on the bridge, Jim. He was just bent over some instruments."
"Exactly!"
"It's just his ass, Jim; not like you don't get enough of that. You know that they had to reassign the quarters next to yours for someone with less acute hearing? I'm shocked Starfleet hasn't put you in a desk job yet."
Kirk looked longingly at the turbolift's controls, which were sadly covered up by McCoy's hand.
"Captain?"
Damn.
McCoy grinned. "Ah, Spock. Such good timing. Perhaps I'll leave you with Mr. Self-Control here."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, Doctor."
Kirk stood, eyes closed, mortified. A race that was meant to mate every seven years really didn't get human libido, and Spock, half human or not, still had enough control to go more than a few hours without fucking his partner senseless.
"Captain, is something the matter? You departed the bridge at an alarming rate."
"Well, Spock…you were leaning over those instruments…and it was a nice view…" Shut up, Kirk. Just shut up.
"Captain, am I to ascertain that this problem is sexual in nature?"
"Well, I'm only human." He chuckled weakly.
"You have already forgotten last night?"
"I didn't forget any of it; that's the problem."
"I see."
"Do you?"
"You were…aroused by me."
"I'm always aroused by you, Spock. You're you. Do you even try?"
"Try what, Captain?"
"I thought not."
Kirk shuffled awkwardly. Spock looked as unruffled as always.
"Spock?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Are you busy?"
"Captain, I am always busy."
Jim began rhythmically bumping his head against the wall. "Too busy to come back to our room with me?"
"Captain, it is the middle of the day."
"Quit calling me Captain."
"Jim, it's not even lunch yet."
"Well, I'm horny anyway."
Spock raised an eyebrow and let Kirk squirm for a moment. "All right, Captain. Allow me." He opened the door to the turbolift.
Kirk nearly fell over trying to get into it fast enough.
!*!*!*!
Starfleet knew that, when Uhura used that tone of voice, to wait a while before calling back. No one was stupid enough to miss what was going on, so they sighed and tried to stop the higher-ups from reassigning Kirk because he was unfit for duty.
The psychiatrist had the worst of it – he had to counsel that poor cadet, who still couldn't look Kirk and Spock in the face.
(AN: Not sure how I feel about this installment, but here it is. Next time – maybe the famed access tube scandal itself?)