Jim Kirk was still feeling pretty good about the next step of his plan as he walked toward the bridge for the second time during the course of the day. He had sent the beta crew a message not to assume their posts until 2400 hours; roughly an hour after the alpha shift was released. The day had passed without a hitch, and though Jim hadn't seen much of Spock after his episode, he was more than excited about the prospect of initiating step two.
This time as Jim returned to the empty bridge, he was the subject of a multitude of suggestive glances. The reason for this was simple. He wore a pair of fitted, light-wash jeans that were tight in all the right places. They hung low on his hips, revealing the hem of his black boxers. But the jeans weren't the only thing gaining the Captain attention. He had taken off his uniform shirt and replaced it with…nothing. Of course, this gave everyone a view of his tanned, muscular chest. The looks he received were quite fine with Jim, considering that the act was meant to draw intrigue.
When he reached his destination, he immediately made his way to the Captain's chair. He hit a few buttons and suddenly the sound of loud, bass-focused dance music filled the bridge. Kirk new his Vulcan first officer well enough to know that now was his meditation time. And that his room was in close enough proximity to the bridge for the music to prove quite annoying. Captain Kirk turned his attention to the main control panels, pretending to be working intently. It was only a matter of time now.
Despite Spock's deeply meditative state and uncanny focus, it was more than he could do to keep the heavy pulsing from breaking his trance. After his Captain's show on the bridge this morning, he had been having abnormal difficulty staying focused. Spock had admitted to himself a while back that he found something about the other man to be…fascinating. But this was just too much.
He was rash, impulsive, vulgar, overly emotional, illogical, cocky, charming, infuriating, and…intoxicating. The more time he spent around his Captain, the more he was drawn to his opposite. And that's really what he was, wasn't he? Or at least that's what everyone liked to believe.
Spock allowed himself a second to wonder whether or not Jim's little display was due to the fact that he was no longer oblivious to Spock's affection. He was sure that he hadn't shown any signs of this, but Jim proved to be very perceptive. Spock decidedly rose to his feet and made his way toward the bridge.
Upon arriving, Spock wished without a doubt that he could say that what he found on the bridge did not shock him. Not that he let it show, of course. There stood Captain Kirk, scantily clad in only his taut, clearly non-regulation jeans, staring intently at the console and wiggling his hips in time with the beat.
His back was to Spock. "Captain," he called, his voice drowned out by the music. "Captain," Spock raised his voice as he started to walk toward Jim. When he was as close to Jim as he was willing to get with all the provocative hip-shaking going on, Spock tried again.
"Capt…Jim?" And as if his name was the magic word, the Captain whirled around.
"Why hello, Mr. Spock," he greeted. "What can I do for you?" Jim asked, continuing to steadily sway his hips, his voice dripping with innuendo.
"If you would be so kind as to lower the volume of your…music so that I may continue with my meditation, I would be very grateful." Spock relied solemnly.
"And why-ever would I want to do that, Mr. Spock?" Jim whispered in Spock's ear as he draped his arms around the Vulcan's shoulders. "You need to loosen up and have some fun." To emphasize his point, Jim flicked his tongue out and licked the shell of Spock's ear, from lobe to wonderfully pointed tip. Jim felt his first officer shudder slightly beneath his grasp.
"Captain, I do not believe engaging in such activities is…" Spock's breath caught in his throat and he gasped lightly as Jim caught his earlobe between his teeth and tugged gently. "Advisable."
In spite of his words, Spock made no motion to push Jim away. That being said, Jim also noticed the gasp. Taking the noise to be a form of encouragement, he pressed his body against Spock's. He forced the man to step backwards and stumble into the Captain's chair. Jim then sat in Spock's lap, straddling him. "And what would lead you to think that would stop me?" He replied.
"Captain, I must insist, please desist this inappropriate behavior." Spock insisted with more conviction then the last time.
Kirk pouted in a rather exaggerated fashion. "That hurts, Spock, it really does. Are you sure I can't interest you in staying?" Keeping his arms around Spock's neck, he rhythmically ground his hips down into the other man's.
"Captain," Spock breathed, arching his back only barely.
"Yes?" Jim whispered as he began to plant soft kisses along Spock's collar bone.
"Please," Spock ground out through clenched teeth, trying to maintain his control.
"Please, what, Spock?" The Captain asked. He slowly brushed his lips against that of his first officer. It was then that Kirk heard a gasp that was much too feminine to have come from the man he had trapped beneath him. Evidently Spock heard it too, because as Jim's eyes snapped up, Spock twisted around in the chair to gaze toward the door.
There stood a very flustered Nyota Uhura, anger resonating in her stare. She took a special moment to glare at Kirk before she turned on a heel and made her way back down the hall from whence she came.
Spock turned back to Jim and, placing his hands on his captor's hips, lifted him out of his lap and dumped him unceremoniously on the floor.
"Goodnight, Captain," he said without even looking at Jim, and turned to follow Uhura.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" Jim cursed, hitting the back of his head against the console with every word. He gathered himself as best he could and rose to his feet. Jim Kirk had no idea how he was going to fix this one.
