Author's Note: For when you get there, yes, Jim is commando. Enjoy!

Jim stood on the empty bridge of the Enterprise. He gripped the back of the Captain's chair.

"What are you doing here Jim?" Spock asked as he joined the human.

He sighed. "Something Pike said," he murmured. "I just can't seem to get it out of my head."

"Which was?"

"That I don't respect the chair."

Spock quirked an eyebrow. "Taking aside the moment you sat in the chair when it was meant to be mine," he remarked, causing Jim to flinch, "and your driving desire to attain it, I have found that you have the most respect for the chair, and the duties that having it entails, than any other person I have met."

"You mean that?" he asked with a smile.

"You know that Vulcans do not lie," he reminded.

"Yes, but you can mislead better than anyone else I know."

"That is true, however, in this case, there was no need to." He regarded Jim for a moment. "Perhaps the problem is that you need to reclaim the chair." Jim raised his eyebrows. "You spent so much time assigning away command – for more reasons than the current crisis – that perhaps you need to reclaim your right to it."

"And how would you suggest I do that?" he asked curiously.

"Sit down."

With a sigh, Jim moved around to the front and settled in the chair. "Now-" he paused as Spock settled on his knees between Jim's legs, "what?" The Vulcan laid his hands onto Jim's knees. "Ah, Spock, what are you doing?"

The brunet's hands began to glide higher. "I would have thought that would be obvious."

Jim bit his bottom lip hard as his cock began to respond. "As fun as this would be, you're in a relationship with Uhura," he reminded.

"I am not."

Jim gaped. "What?"

The Vulcan removed his hands. "You require an explanation, do you not?"

"You aren't required to provide me with an explanation, Spock, I would just like one. You can keep it to yourself if you want to."

"No, I wish to tell you," he stated. "When you were dying, you know I was unable to prevent my emotions." Jim nodded. "I felt grief and an anger greater even than the one I felt toward Nero." The blonde blinked. "After you were recovering, I realised that what I felt then, was more powerful than what I had experienced when Nyota was in danger, even when a Klingon had her in a choke hold," he stated. "It was unfair to her to remain within a relationship, when I clearly have greater feelings for you."

Jim smiled. "In that case," he murmured warmly, "as you were Commander."

"Yes Captain," he replied dutifully as he replaced his hands onto the human's thighs. He slowly slid them higher, watching intently as the human began to harden once he reached his thighs. "Fascinating," he murmured as he slid them up to inner thigh.

Jim bit back a moan. "You have a purpose, don't you Commander?"

"Yes Captain," he replied deferentially.

"Then get to it."

"Yes Captain," he repeated, tugging on the human's waistband. His eyebrow arched when the blonde's hard shaft popped free.

Jim grinned wickedly. "Continue Commander."

Spock's lips curved upward as he leant forward, taking the head into his mouth. He was rewarded with a hitch of breath from Jim. He savoured the sensation for a moment before he began to bob his head, slowly taking Jim's shaft deeper and deeper into his mouth. Once he reached the base, he swallowed. Jim came. He slowly rose up his Captain's glistening shaft until only the head remained in his mouth.

"Swallow Commander," he ordered. He instantly complied, before rising off of Jim's shaft with a lewd pop. His head tilted curiously, awaiting Jim's next order. Jim's eyes flicked over him, before settling on the bulge in Spock's uniform trousers. "Take out your shaft Commander," he ordered. With deft movements, Spock released his green-tinted, double-headed shaft from its confines, noting the sight of his long, thick phallus caused Jim's eyes to darken. "Stroke yourself," he ordered. The brunet's hand instantly wrapped around his turgid phallus, a soft moan leaving his lips at the sensation.

Jim's eyes feasted on him, watching as pre-come beaded upon the tip. He leant down and collected the liquid with a swipe of his thumb. Spock's hand stilled. "As you were Commander," Jim ordered, locking gazes with the half-Vulcan, and waited until his strokes resumed before he raised his thumb to his mouth and licked it clean. Spock let out a noise akin to a mewl. "Give me your other hand," Jim ordered. Spock held out his free hand to his Captain. With a gentle grip on his wrist, Jim raised it to his mouth, and sucked two of Spock's fingers into the moist cavern. Spock reached completion.

As Spock blinked, Jim crooked his finger. Spock rose. Jim's tongue flicked out and lapped up the seed on Spock's skin, causing the half-Vulcan to shiver. He pulled back reluctantly. "Any more than this will have to wait until we reach somewhere more private," he stated, voice filled with regret.

"As you wish Captain," Spock responded, voice a touch breathy.

Jim grinned at him and rose. He closed the distance for a sweet kiss. "Thank you for that Spock," he murmured as he pulled back and tucked himself back into his trousers, Spock echoing the motion. "It really helped," he stated.

"Good," he stated, watching curiously as Jim stepped over to the command console. "What are you doing?"

"Taking care of the recording." A green tinge filled Spock's cheeks, causing Jim to grin wickedly. "Did you forget about it?" A short nod. "Don't worry, Spock, no one but me will ever know," he reassured as he tapped quickly on the console, putting his clearance – and skills – to good use.

"You are deleting it?"

"Not quite," he responded, turning back to the brunet with a satisfied smile. Spock arched an eyebrow. "I ensured the only copy of the footage was sent to my PADD," he stated. "Shall we?" Spock stared at him, wide-eyed. "You didn't think I'd just erase footage as good as that, did you?" he asked with a wicked grin. Spock's blush deepened. Jim leant close, his voice lowered, "I promise it's for my enjoyment only." He kissed the receptive Vulcan softly. "I don't want anyone else to see you like that," he stated possessively. "Join me in my quarters?" he invited.

"It would be my pleasure," Spock responded, voice slightly breathy.