NOTE:

TalesFromTheSpockSide and I have gone much farther with this pair than we anticipated.

Rather than publishing each story as a one-shot, I'm gathering them here and deleting them where they used to be.

You may have read several of these chapters as separate stories. After a few chapters, we'll get to entirely new ones.

Also, lots of people write fanfic about various games played by the officers on the Enterprise. Please know this chapter is not based on or derived from any other fanfic story. Games are games. Cheers.


7. Almost Never

This chapter is written by ejectingthecore.


The captain gave us our orders.

Upon your turn you were to make a true statement about something you'd never done. Then everyone who'd really done it had to drink a shot. He plunked two large open bottles of Jack in the center of the table, raised his right hand and said solemnly "The game is no fun if you lie, so we take a grave oath at this moment that we will drink upon every occasion of truth."

I knew he was right. I'd played many a time and a game where there was lying was worse than boring. I decided then and there to stick to the truth for the sacred spirit of the game. I was a lousy liar, anyway. I knew that Spock couldn't lie, and couldn't get drunk on alcohol, so he was the most intriguing player--and in the most danger. I was surprised he agreed to play, but I saw the logic when he sat next to me and stroked my knee with his under the table. It was infuriatingly erotic. We'd been fucking for weeks, in every nook and cranny of the ship and even a couple of shuttles, and I knew what that knee promised. But our social and emotional relationship was still very new and no one had any idea about us, so above the table we were straightlaced and took the game deadly seriously.

It didn't take long for everyone--everyone but Spock, that is--to get drunk, drunk, drunk. Officers who were posted to the finest ship in the fleet were slurring out idiotic statements like "I never walked in on two people having sex." and "I never got so drunk I couldn't remember it the next day." Clearly that one induced a group-drink-fest, which, I was proud to admit, did not include me. As the questions began to degenerate, the Captain reluctantly excused himself, presumably so us lesser officers could have fun without fear of censure. It was big of him. The game did pick up once the boss was gone. Practically everyone was getting really far gone and stupid. Except Spock, of course, who was utterly amused.

Somehow I'd gotten away with very few shots, and those I secretly sipped and hadn't gotten called on it. Spock and I had both figured out how to strategize, asking easy-for-us questions that got everyone else drunk. He didn't care about everyone else's inebriation, but he did uphold my honor by asking dumb questions he knew I was unlikely to have done. I personally had never eaten anything prepared by a Bolian or gone running naked across the academy grounds--though it was kind of alarming how many people had--so I'd been spared a large amount of Jack.

Then the questions started to get very personal. Luckily for Spock, most of them were phrased vaguely enough that he was able to evade them without lying.

Some of them hit a little too close to home, and I started to get uncomfortable, wondering if a question might arise that I'd be tempted to lie about. About five seconds after I had that thought, one such question arrived. "I've never had sexual relations in an access tube." Crap. What to do? Honesty's the best policy, and the game is no good if you don't play straight. So I erred on the side of truth. Spock couldn't lie, and this question was quite specific, no way around it. So without looking at one another, we both raised our glasses and sipped. No one else did. There was a moment of silence, several looks, but Spock did his glaring-don't-fuck-with-me eyes and everyone just burst out laughing and quickly moved on.

Two seconds later not one person could remember that Spock and I had sipped shots together (well, he slammed his for effect while I drank very little.) The fact that the Vulcan first officer had fooled around in an access tube was let go without a second glance, just proving they were all three solar sails to the vacuum. "I've never fooled around in zero G." The game continued. The questions got more detailed and lewd, the sexual acts involved more specific and intimate.

It was the turn of a sexy Ensign with a fuck-me face. She was cute, inebriated, and clearly dirty. Slurring into an empty shot glass she said "Okay, okay. I've got a doozy. I have never performed anal play." The question elicited a collective groan of approval and a few "here heres", as if we were finally getting down to the real stuff.

A few people drank. I did.

There was general hilarity, surprised looks, elbows shoved into various ribs. Hidden by the chaos, Spock turned to me, cocked his head and raised one eyebrow. Without taking his eyes off of mine, he reached for his shot glass and with an elegant move of his long fingers he slid it away from himself. He broke my gaze and went back to the game. Someone was slopping out "I never did it on a transport"……

I was getting sorely tempted to leave. Everyone was totally stupid, and I had the knee of a god rubbing mine. And since that one significant question, Spock had been eyeing me. He seemed curious. Intrigued. Aroused. And I could hardly keep from smirking at him--and jumping him.

Thankfully the game came to an abrupt halt as everyone realized nearly at once that it was dumb and they needed to find beds. They all began to ooze out of the room. As we exited, Spock placed his hand on the small of my back. It was a very small gesture, very tame, but electric. I blushed hard and hoped he was not looking at my red face. I could feel every one of his long, hot fingers guiding me out of the room. Where everyone could see. Unlike the Captain, he had latitude to pursue personal relationships as long as he didn't flaunt them. Tastefully letting them be known was okay. But I was still surprised he wanted everyone to see us together, and that fact thrilled me and turned me on something fierce.

I was annoyed and frustrated when I heard my best friend call me back. I asked Spock to excuse me and he waited in the corridor with his hands folded behind his back, bidding a formal Spock-like goodnight to each officer who tumbled out of the recreation room.

My tipsy friend grabbed my arm. "That's the guy?!" she blurted out, thankfully in an exaggerated whisper.

I made huge eyes at her and stated shortly, "I have to go."

"First Officer. Most gorgeous and mysterious man in the 'fleet. Commander Spock is the guy that you've been having hot sex with, spending time with, spending nights in his room?" There was a sudden glimmer in her drunk little eyes, joined by a hiccup. "And the access tube."

I gave her another meaningful look and said "Yes."

She actually squealed. "The dead-sexy Vulcan. Second in command of the ship. You lucky little fuck." Hiccup. "I can't believe it."

"Well believe it. And let me go." I gave her a wink, "I think I have plans for him tonight."

This time when he guided me through the corridors with his hand, nothing in the galaxy could stop me. I was on a collision course with his bed.

When we got there I pushed him back gently on the flat covers and vowed to myself they'd be messed up and on the floor by the end of the night. But for now, sweetness. I snaked my arm around his back, ran my fingernails along the nape of his neck. He murmured into my jawbone, where he was nipping and kissing. It was sultry. We had done so many wild things with and to each other, it was good to just hold and kiss him and enjoy feeling his upright and correct body soften beneath my hands.

Except for one part of him, which hardened against my leg as he rolled on top of me. He was a foot taller than me, and he dipped his head to kiss my eyes, down one temple to my ears. He swirled his tongue there and set me on fire. I ground my hips up against him. Pushed his shoulder and we fell over to lie side by side. I looked deeply at him and was incredulous at how good he was at making love with just his eyes. He was a dirty boy, and I was thankful for that, for the fact that he came onto me in the shuttle so long ago. Lucky for me, he was a playboy, my playboy. His eyes burned into mine.

I ran my free hand down his side and got up on my knees to remove my dress. Sat back to take off my tights. My boots. I knelt again before him. He had not moved, but propped himself on one elbow and lay on his side watching me. I revealed myself to him like I'd done many times, but this time he whispered "I tell you, you are beautiful." He reached out one hand to tentatively touch my bare stomach and run two fingers there. "You are beautiful." He reached for my hip and pulled me onto him, biting into my mouth with a wide open kiss, giving me his tongue, reaching into my soul.

"I need you out of these clothes," I panted. He stood and disrobed completely, then wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it like he'd done to tease me in the Decon shower weeks ago.

"No, no, let me." He shook his head and walked toward the bed, lay once more just where he was. Soon we were kissing and rolling over and over one another, a sweet storm of arms, legs, lips, tongues, definitely mussing up those bedcovers. We landed face-to-face, on our sides, and I slid my hand along his ear, eliciting a purr. Again I ran my hand down his slender hip, but this time continued to snake a path around to his buttocks--all the foreplay of the night leading me inevitably there. The foreplay that began back with his look of curiosity and arousal during the game. My fingers gripped one cheek and pulled on it slightly, opening him. He took a quick sharp breath. And then slowly, deliberately pushed back into my hand. I pulled him slightly more open and he groaned.

He had pleasured me with his fingers in this way, but he'd obviously never received. By now I knew his eyes, knew intimately the nuances of their expression. I'd studied those eyes at rest, filled with desire, in supplication. Right now I saw that he wanted more. But I asked him. "This," I made a vague motion between us, "does not work together with mental control. Can you let me do it?" His eyes stayed steady on mine, enough answer. I pulled him gently toward me to roll him on his stomach. He sighed, and that was my signal that he was indeed relinquishing control, much as he did for me under duress when I bound him in the shuttle. But this time without restraints.

I grabbed a pillow and told him to put it under his hips. His body looked more delicious than ever before, laying there waiting for me. His beautiful ass was all mine. I started by running my hands softly all over his back, pressing into his curves as I worked lower and lower. I noticed for the nth time how unexpectedly luscious his ass was. This was not a fact one could discern in the usual uniform pants, and I remembered the first time I saw this part of him and was so pleasantly taken aback by his round lushness. Having it all to myself, him wanting my hands to cover and spread him, drove me crazy and I could hardly wait a moment longer. I started to knead him, pushing his cheeks. I pulled him far apart with both my thumbs and he ground into the pillow.

Since we started to spend time in his quarters we had lube close at hand. It was only seconds before I'd coated my fingers with it. I used one hand to spread him open and another to brush his anus with one slick finger. He moaned in a way I'd never heard before, and I was very encouraged. I traced lazy circles around his opening and he ground against the pillow again. His hands grasped the sheets for dear life. A very positive reaction. So I slowly and tenderly slid a finger inside. He caught his breath and his body tensed, his fingers tensed around the bedcovers, but I waited until he relaxed again. I did not move. He pushed back against me, moved onto my finger, asking for more. I gave it to him, and soon my finger was inside him and he was moaning softly into the sheets. I spiraled, teased, pushed in and out, but always gently, waiting for him to set the pace. And soon he was fucking my finger of his own volition, and I hardly did anything more. I could see saliva wetting the covers where his face was smashed into the bed. It was going very, very well.

I pulled my finger out and he gasped. I told him to get up on his hands and knees and he obeyed quickly. I took a moment to savor the staggering sight of this most impressive man, who commands hundreds and saves entire worlds, hands on the bed, knees spread for me. I savored the sight of his dreamy ass--and his very hard cock. I knelt behind and to one side of him and inserted my finger slowly again as he groaned. "Relax" I told him and added another. He nearly shouted and I stayed still until I was sure he wanted to continue. He muttered and nodded at me, and I pushed very slowly farther into him. At the same time I reached around for his penis and he started to let out a continuous moan, verging on a whine. I kept both my hands moving very gently and before long he was making the sounds I knew very well, those that presaged a huge orgasm. It turned out to be monumental. A mindblowing howl. Growling and shaking his head like a wet animal. His face slammed into the bed.

He rolled over enough to look up at me and he smiled, full-on smiled. He was soft and his face was open and I took this rare, uninhibited moment to kiss him as if diving into crystal stars and black space.

We would not be playing "I Never" again. For a man who could not lie, it had just become far too risky.


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Reviews for this story when it was a one-shot, that existed before we combined.

hot4edward

Hot!

ahealthyaddiction

*gasp* This was amazing. Seriously. So many levels... a hard M story, VERY hard, yet sweet with Spock being okay with going public, and his vulnerability being part of the sexiness... BRAVO again. =)

hopefuladdict

First I was shaking with laughter, so many great one-liners

"or gone running naked across the academy grounds--though it was kind of alarming how many people had"

then fanning myself from the ridiculously hot sex. Can't list that here, I don't want to pass out from getting it twice in one day from that man!

TalesFromTheSpockSide

Yeah, baby! Boldly going where no one has gone before. Your characters have more fun...