Ch 7 Early Mornings
Author's note: So, I suppose I should mention, I DO NOT own Star Trek in any way…other than maybe the fact I own the three seasons of TOS.
Warning: VERY SLASHY! DON'T READ IF YOU SHOULDN'T….means if you are homophobic, underage, yadda, yadda….
Jim pushed open the door to Sam's old bedroom. Even in the dark, he could make out the lean, naked form of his first officer. Slowly, quietly, he made his way to the bed, looking down at the slumbering Vulcan. Spock looked so innocent, so peaceful. Jim smiled. He could change that.
Carefully, he cradled Spock's head in one hand, while the rest of him climbed on top of the lean form. Spock's eyes drearily looked up at the form above him. Jim knew Spock could see him, see his intentions on his face.
As if on queue, Spock's hands moved to the sides of Jim's face.
"Jim," the whisper reached Jim's ears with the undertones of confused affection.
Jim lowered himself down, Spock's hands still on the sides of his face. His lips met the warm, moist one's below him tenderly. Spock kissed back sleepily.
"Good morning." Jim placed his hand over one of Spock's, gently leaning his face into the Vulcan's warm palm. "Mmmm." He could feel the instant, familiar electric pulse.
He lowered Spock's hands from his face, placing them firmly above Spock's head. He kissed the Vulcan again, sucking and nibbling the passionate lips that pressed against his own. He could feel Spock thrust against his hips, eagerly eating every kiss.
Without missing a beat, Jim managed to snake out of his underwear with the assistance of only one hand. The other slithered, exploring Spock's slender frame. He could feel muscles reacting to his touch, tensing, flexing.
Damn…He thrust into Spock's hips. He needed the release, needed it bad. Spock's warm, eager kisses were driving him crazy. Suddenly, all motion beneath him stopped. He found himself gazing into chocolate eyes.
"Spock?" What the hell?
"Roll over." It was an order that made Jim's heart leap.
"What?" Me? On bottom? He looked questioningly into Spock's eyes.
"Roll over, CAPTAIN." Spock's eyes tenderly gazed back.
Jim did as instructed tentatively. He had no idea of his first officer's intentions. He lay on his back, gazing at the ceiling of his brother's old room.
Spock slowly pushed himself up from beside Jim, stood and walked to the foot of the bed. He looked at his excited captain, laid out before him. Jim watched with baited breath as Spock leaned over him, climbing between his legs.
"Spock…?"
Lips met his, stopping his unspoken words from escaping. Spock's tongue searched, probed.
Oh, God…Spock's mouth began to travel Jim's jaw line, nipping and sucking. Spock found his neck. Teeth grazed tender skin. Jim's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, gasping, his cock throbbing.
Damn you, Spock. This is torture.
Lips continued their progression downward.
Chest, stomach, belly button, hips, oh God…
Jim grabbed fistfuls of blanket as Spock's mouth found its target. He looked down at the man between his legs, caressing Jim's lengthy member with a rough, pale tongue. It made him shudder. Are Vulcan tongues different? He couldn't think, let alone remember any facts about Vulcans.
Spock was toying with him, little sucks and nips to the base, hand fondling his sensitive scrotum.
"Spock, Spock, please", he gasped.
With a flicker of a smile, Spock began to accommodate his captain. His mouth was intensely hot, wet, better than anything Jim had ever felt. He could feel the unbearable pressure building up. A warning was in order.
"Spock-",gasp, "-I'm going to-", gasp, "-come."
Spock's mouth stopped only long enough to utter only one thing to his captain.
"Is that not the point of this?"
"Oh."
Spock's mouth returned to its endeavors, tongue increasing pressure. Jim could feel it, felt as if he would die without the release. He concentrated on the feeling, the electrically charged feeling throughout his body.
The release was so intense, Jim's body convulsed, spasms ripping him to the core. He screamed Spock's name.
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Jim sat up in bed, breathing labored.
"Holy shit!"
He blinked. He knew he had screamed the name out loud. The idea of either Spock or his mother hearing made him cringe. Jim rolled to the side of the bed to check the time.
"Four in the morning?!" He rolled around for a moment, grumbling about early mornings. He ran the dream through his head again.
Sighing, he stood, examining the mess he had made of the fresh sheets and himself. He gave a small laugh.
"Damn, Spock."
Well, he deduced. It was definitely time for a shower.
So, I know, I know…it's all smut, but hey, I HAD to give you guys something. Plus, I think Jim deserved a wet dream. Spock had one; it's only fair. It's more like I am working on continuing the story and wrote this because I needed a diversion.
Hope you enjoyed it!
