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It must have been a very phlegmatic driver, since the reunited couple were allowed to block the street with their loving embrace for a full minute before they were interrupted by a honk from the car horn. Both men looked like they tried to save the other from danger, and pulled each other up on the sidewalk. When the car had passed, Jim ran back for Spock's groceries.

Jim came to find me, and he kissed me. Spock felt like his feet lifted from the sidewalk and he was floating in the air. He had been proved wrong. His hypothesis had been disproved. Everything he had assumed had been negated, and Spock's brain was quickly rearranging the available facts into a new model. Being wrong had never felt so good. This means I can have him. It is permitted. This means he can touch me. It is permitted. I need him to touch me . . .

Dizzy from the peculiar sensation that comes with having your world turned over, Spock grabbed Jim by the arms and practically pushed him backwards towards the house. Jim got his heels caught on the step but didn't fall. Due to the frantic kissing, groping and grabbing, it took a long time to get upstairs. Some articles of clothing had been disposed of on the way, neither cared that they were dropped outside the apartment. Spock opened with trembling hands and slammed the door shut after them. Jim reached for the knot of Spock's tie and tugged at it. When he started to unbutton the shirt, Spock felt like a brand new calculator getting unpacked. He was sure Jim would peel the protective plastic layer off the screen, put hot fingerprints all over the surface, and push every button. And he wanted it.

Spock was reclining on the bed, propped up on his elbows, and Jim climbed up to straddle him. Slowly and deliberately, he moved closer and allowed the shaft of his penis to touch Spock's. The touch was very light and Spock held his breath. To him, the crossed organs formed a symbol. A perfect chi, yes, X. That feels so good. He's sliding down, it's no longer an X, no . . . that is a V. Touching at the base, V, yes . . . oh, back up to X. Jim pulled back a bit more and let their two tips touch. Two clear drops united in a rivulet. Lambda, thought Spock. Now Jim went down on the right side and up, down on the left side and up. Spock let the symbols roll through his mind. Lambda, X, V, X, Lambda . . . the touch was both satisfying and frustrating. Too light, to delicate, not enough. The frustration rose even further when Jim pulled away. Even this looked like a symbol to Spock. II. Parallel lines, never touching. Two. II. But Jim knew better than to keep Spock waiting for too long, and grabbed his erection at the base. Spock gasped and his head kept comparing it all to symbols. From II to Ib. No, wait, bb was more correct depiction since Jim was also gripping his own shaft. For a moment, Spock was wondering if he should be the one holding Jim, making it bd instead of bb, but he was dizzy and needed both arms to support himself. Jim did not seem to mind having both hands full. He moved his hands up to the tips and back down. Slowly at first but then faster. The letters PP, thought Spock, and bb - PP - bb - PP.

Spock knew what his internal arousal curve looked like under normal circumstances. It was almost linear, rising proportionally with time spent self-stimulating until it reached what he had designated a 100% saturation level, when orgasm would take place. Based on that, he would come in two minutes twelve seconds. He leaned his head back and relaxed to let it happen. But circumstances were not normal. Two minutes passed, and this curve was not linear. It bucked, wavered and rose beyond saturation level without reaction. He was already at 105% and had not ejaculated. It was impossible to stay relaxed. His hips moved, his stomach muscles clenched and his hands grasped the sheets. Jim kept jerking them both, and Spock was now at 110%. The fact that he did not know what would happen scared him. He needed to come, he had wanted this for so long and it was so close! Now at 120%, how would it end? Spock felt his whole body tense and lifted Jim up into the air as he arched his spine. Jim didn't lose his rhythm for a second. Spock panted and groaned, but still the curve kept climbing. Now at 135%, it was almost painful. What had been a two-dimensional curve sprouted a z-axis and turned into a checkered surface that was climbing and undulating. He heard Jim moan and Spock's eyes flew open.

"Are you close, Spock? Because I'm . . . oh fuck yes."

"Yes, I am, or I should be."

He looked into Jim's eyes to catch the most stunning sight of his life. Jim in orgasm. He saw Jim's seed on his own stomach, yet he could not follow him. He longer had any estimate of his arousal state.

"Jim, help me . . . I can't . . . please, Jim!" Jim backed down to take as much of Spock's penis as he could into his mouth and sucked hard. That did it. Spock saw his bucking numerical surface shatter and fall back towards origo like a snowfall of blue sparkels that settled behind his eyelids.

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Much later, Jim's cell phone rang. Reluctantly, he went to pick it up from the heap of clothes. He looked at the display.

"My assistant. Sorry, I have to take this." Spock nodded.

"Hello."

"He . . . ir . . . ere are y . . . ? We've . . . ince . . ." Jim could not hear the caller very well. Spock seemed to understand what the matter was.

"You will find better reception out on the balcony." Jim walked outside and could now hear his assistant complaining.

"Sir, where are you? It's almost time to finish for the day and one car is missing."

"Oh, yeah, I took it. Don't worry, Janice. And would you believe it, it broke down, so . . . I had to stop in town for repairs. The guy in the shop said it would be done soon but maybe he was lying."

"How I despise dishonest people!"

"Hrm, yes. Anyway, you'll have to ask some students to walk back to the research station, or you can have one of the cars make a second run and pick them up. But it's only half an hour walk and it's a nice day. They'll be fine."

"But when will you get back?"

"Tomorrow morning." Jim glanced at Spock, still in bed, as he said that. Spock did not object.

"But what about the assignment for the evening? You said they were to write a short essay."

"Okay, no problem. You are all on the beach, right?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, so have you seen Poseidon's balls?"

"Sir?"

"Poseidon's hairy balls. Brown round things. Are there any?"

"Sir, if you are referring to egagropili, the felted tufts of fibres from Posidonia oceanica, then yes." Jim sighed to himself. When I get my hands on the person that assigned me an assistant without a sense of humour . . .

"Good. Have them pick up one each and write about it. Plenty of material right there. And its role in the ecosystem. Good bye!" Jim turned off his phone. He heard giggles from above. On a balcony sat three senior ladies, sharing a bag-in-box of retsina. He was nude. The iron railing was low. But he felt carefree, happy and triumphant, and threw out his arms.

"Hey, why not take a picture, it will last longer!" But when all three raised their smartphones and aimed at him, he retreated back into the room, where he collided with Spock.

Spock kissed Jim on the ears and whispered.

"So you have to work?"

"Yes. But how about lunch tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is a friday."

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THE END

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