Thank you for all your favourites, follows, reviews. They made my day and got me all worked up to write this. :D I've decided to give you Jim's POV. Enjoy! Tell me what you think.
*Warning: a bit of self sexiness ahead*
Jim shuddered as he turned and rushed to rejoin Bones. His mind flickered through what he'd just seen.
The three girls in their group had been talking about a professor. Apparently he was a big deal around here. Vulcan, graduated in only two years with top marks, promoted to Commander in under three years and the strictest prof at the Academy. More importantly, or so they twittered, he was tall, dark, handsome and totally untouchable.
Jim's first thoughts had been something between 'who cares' and hoping they weren't choosing their subjects based on Mr. Perfect's schedule.
Planning to share his thoughts with the perpetually grumpy doctor he'd just befriended, Jim turned. Across the courtyard he spotted the tall Vulcan. Their eyes met and it was like being struck by lightning.
Something flickered in those dark eyes and they devoured him. It was enough to pull him out of his haze. He shuddered.
He was wet and aching.
Nasty comments forgotten, Jim ran to rejoin the group and grabbed the unsuspecting doctors arm. He dragged him to their new suite, blabbering about nothing and trying to keep down his mounting hysteria.
This wasn't meant to happen.
No one was ever meant to know. He could be kicked out of Starfleet for this. He could be sent back to the middle of nowhere to be kept locked inside all day and eventually married off to some creeper alpha who just wanted to breed him.
No choice. That was his future.
It went against everything James T. Kirk stood for.
Yes, he was an omega. Yes, there were people out there who would hurt him, rape him, just for their own sick kicks. Yes, there were cultures in the black where he wasn't even counted as a person, rather as an alpha's possession. No better than a slave. Would any of that stop him?
Fuck no.
His blood yearned the stars. His soul craved adventure. He wanted something which could stimulate, challenge him. Maybe one day, he'd think about having a mate. Most people, himself occasionally included, longed for the bond of true alpha omega mates. He wouldn't say no to it, exactly. He just didn't want to be bogged down by someone stupid and burly who thought Sol revolved around their ego.
Was it too much to ask to be able to choose his own path? Forge his own destiny and all that shit?
Omegas were just as capable as any alpha or beta.
"Jim, come on kid, snap out of it!" Bones' shout drew Jim from his own thoughts.
"Sorry Bones. I have something really important to tell you. I just don't know how." Jim rubbed the back of his neck, unsure. He was, more than generally, a good judge of character and something told him the doctor wouldn't really care. Trusting his gut had gotten him this far. He was a leap before you look sort of person anyway.
"I'm an omega." Jim stared straight into Bones' eyes, fear firmly pushed aside.
"Oh, Jesus. You're not joking are you?" The doctor sunk down onto the chair behind him. He rubbed absent mindedly at his eyes, spitting off things about suppressants, grey hairs and going to jail. Suddenly, his head snapped up.
"You must already be on pretty heavy duty suppressants, why the hell did you run us in here like a mad man?" Jim fidgeted, the rubbing of his thighs reminding him of his... problem.
"The Vulcan knows." Bones blinked up at him, eyes confused and lips pursed.
"Huh?" Jim pinched the bridge of his nose.
"The Vulcan, the one all the girls were blabbering on about? He was standing in the courtyard watching us. Watching me. He knows, Bones!' Jim began to pace, twisting his hands together and grimacing slightly at the unpleasant stickiness between his thighs.
"What do I do? Vulcans are sticklers for rules. He'll tell the admirals and I'll be kicked out. I can't, I just can't-" He broke off with a sob and felt warm arms surround him. A large hand rubbed up and down his back and he buried deeper within Bones' embrace.
"It's alright Jim. It'll be ok. We'll work it out." Jim sniffed and nodded into Bones' neck, unable to face him quite yet. His outburst was more than a little emasculating.
For a while they just stood there. Eventually, Jim pulled away, wiped his tears on the sleeve of his shirt and muttered a quiet 'sorry' before making a beeline to their shared bedroom. After he'd dug through his bag and grabbed his sleep pants, he shuffled into the bathroom to clean up.
Jim wasted no time and turned the shower as hot as it could go. He washed himself without lingering, wondering about the troubling morning as he scrubbed at the natural lubricant which had soaked his pants and run down his thighs. Never had he been so wet.
He wasn't quite sure what it was about the Vulcan which had caused the reaction either. He was more than attractive, yes. He had some sort of animal magnetism which clearly drew those around him. And Jim wasn't a stranger to Vulcans. He'd lived on Vulcan for a year, smashing through their schooling like a pro. He knew this Vulcan was strong. Much stronger than any alpha. The thought sent a shiver of heat into his abdomen and he gasped.
Oh lords.
Curious and unable to really help himself, he thought about those midnight eyes. The sharp angles of jaw and cheekbones. The smooth curve of lush pink lips.
Jim looked down. He was hard and leaking, a pearl of pre come slid down his flushed length.
A shaking hand wrapped around his erection and he began to pump. He thought about an elegant, sensitive Vulcan hand wrapped around him and sighed. His other hand moved down further and he pressed himself into the corner of the shower unit. He leaned his shoulder firmly against the glass to get comfortable.
A single finger rubbed against his opening, drawing a soft gasp from his lips. His right hand twisted as his left index finger breached the tight ring of muscle. He circled his thumb around his tip and increased the pressure while he slipped a second finger inside. It was tight and a little uncomfortable but an image of green flushed cheeks and those bottomless eyes flashed through his mind.
Arousal thrummed through his veins.
He pumped faster, slicked fingers scissoring, twisting, curving while he thought of his Vulcan. Jim was dimly aware of the moans and occasional whimpers flooding the steamed cubicle.
Finally, he felt his balls tightening. He moved faster, throwing his head back into the wall while he thought of those faintly green lips wrapped around his cock while long Vulcan fingers stretched him for something much larger. Oh gods.
His Vulcan would pull back, leave him on the brink of orgasm and then fill him in one hard thrust. He'd set a fast, hard pace, ramming into Jim over and over again. His Vulcan would be unstoppable, not that Jim would, could ever wish it. He would fill him, hit his prostate and Jim would watch as those powerful abs flexed, heat coiled in his abdomen and he would come, milking his partner's length. The last of that Vulcan façade would be destroyed as Jim was filled with his seed.
Jim gasped and came. Long spurts of come hit the glass and washed down the drain.
He leaned further into the wall, boneless and exhausted in a way he hadn't been since he'd first discovered the joys of his right hand and a bit of imagination.
This couldn't mean what he thought it meant. He was just hyped up from earlier and the Vulcan was some undiscovered kink. Like forbidden fruit, a professor teacher thing or something. It was just some messed up thing in his own mind.
With that, Jim washed off, changed into his sleep wear and crawled into his bed.
Securely tucked under the covers, he could hear Bones moving about in the other rooms, unpacking his things and settling in. Jim wondered if there was even a point to unpacking his own things. Surely, the brass were aware of his situation by now. Vulcans couldn't lie. They worked with logic. There was no way a Vulcan would let this go. And he definitely knew about Jim's secret.
Jim knew what it looked like when an alpha recognised an unmated omega. Vulcan senses were so much more powerful than Humans, it wouldn't take a stretch of the imagination for the Commander to know. Jim's suppressants were tested on Humans. The Vulcan had smelt him. He'd seen it before. Every omega was trained to know what to look for, when to flee.
His own mother, the infamous Commodore Winona Kirk, had gone a step further for her little boy. She taught him several forms of self defence, with and without weapons. She'd had him come with her on missions off planet to learn about new cultures. She nurtured his talents with languages, electronics and sciences. His love of the black.
She had been the defining point of his life. His mother was more than strong. She was everything he looked up to and if, on some days, she looked at him with hurt, lost eyes then he would make himself scarce and come back in a few days when the ghosts had stopped their haunting.
But now Commodore Kirk was in charge of a deep space base and his guardian was uncle Frank. Xenophobic uncle Frank who thought little Jimmy should just be married off to some dick wit and preferably not seen -or heard from- again.
The door opened and light spilled into the room. A pleasant smell wafted in.
"Come on Jim, stop sulking and eat. I got Chinese." From under the covers, Jim's lips twitched into a smile. Tomorrow might be a cluster fuck but tonight he had Bones. He could be doing worse.
In case anyone is wondering, our characters are a little younger. Spock's 23. Jim's 20.
