Jim paced through his room, throwing clothes into the bag on his bed as he found them. He had to pack fast, Spock would be finished his last class in, he quickly checked his PADD, seven minutes. Factor in another five for the walk and give himself a margin of one minute error, he had about 13 minutes until they were set to leave. Bones had been right when he'd told him to pack the night before. He really needed to be more organised. And start putting his clothes away in their proper places. No wonder Spock complained whenever he stayed over.
Victorious, Jim grabbed a pair of lack socks off his bedside table and jammed them into the backpack just as the door unlocked and slid open. Spock stood on the other side, tall and imposing in his black instructors uniform. His dark eyes drew Jim in, swallowing him whole. They softened, a rich chocolate rather than the usual blank onyx. Jim loved him. He loved him a lot. More than he'd ever loved anyone and it honestly scared him a little.
In the short time they'd been together, Jim had fallen even faster than he'd thought possible. Sure, he'd always been incredibly attracted to Spock. That was a given. The guy was practically a sex god. And when he'd found out that Spock was an alpha he'd entertained thoughts of being his mate. Who wouldn't? Once again, sex god. Now he also happened to crave domesticity with Spock. The best part of his day was spent at the dinner table, helping Pavel with his homework. Or going grocery shopping. Or sneaking a Vulcan kiss between classes.
"Are you ready to leave?" Spock asked, stepping into the room and picking up Bones' bag from its place atop the table. They'd be picking him up straight from the medical ward in an hour.
Jim nodded, through his bag over his shoulder and followed Spock out the door. It automatically locked behind them and they made their way to the car park without a backwards glance. Most of the students had already left for the two week 'Spring' holidays. As Jim had promised Pavel before Christmas, they would be spending a week in the great outdoors. There was no better way to get to know your friends then denying them any privacy -or running amenities- for a week and calling it camping.
Jim was already pumped to do some pranking. Half the stuff in his bag was specifically chosen for this particular endeavour. Pavel and Hikaru would be bringing the rest of their supplies. Their plans would give their dear fellow campers hell. It was going to be awesome.
"Are we there yet?" Jim asked for the billionth time since they'd left, four hours ago. He was being childish partly to annoy Bones and partly to punish to Spock. Why couldn't he ride shotgun? He'd even dibsed it. It wasn't fair. He wanted to sit next to Spock. But no, grumpy doctors get right of way. Stupid best friend. Stupid boyfriend. They didn't even like each other! Why would Bones want to be closer to Spock? Half the time he spent moaning on about what a sick bastard he was and the other half he spent moaning about the need for brain bleach and not wanting to hear it. They hadn't even had sex!
Not for a lack of trying. On Jim's part, at least. Spock seemed to be resolutely against the idea. It made Jim wonder if the other man was even sexually attracted to him. Apart from the time at the Christmas Eve party, Spock had never tried to do anything. Had never instigated any form of intimacy. Touching Jim's face seemed to be his limit. Kissing was good, great even, but Jim wanted more. He wanted everything. He'd wanted everything since day one. Sometimes he would replay different versions of that first fantasy in Spock's shower, using Spock's shampoo. Even thinking about it made Jim shiver a little and clench his thighs together. Now he really was interested in when they'd arrive. He needed some space to cool down.
From where he sat, in the centre of the back seat, Jim watched as Spock stiffened. His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. It began to bend and warp under the pressure. Bones seemed to notice and sit a little straighter, glancing between Spock and Jim.
Without really thinking about it, Jim reached forward and soothed his fingers over Spock's. He clumsily tried to send him calm thoughts.
Slowly the death grip lessened and both Humans breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to anger an alpha. For an omega, it was actually painful. It worked in the similar way when an alpha saw their omega upset. For a beta, it was simply better to keep everyone happy. Most betas were naturally caring individuals anyway. They worked to keep everyone safe and sound. It was little wonder they made up the majority of Starfleet.
Jim relaxed, until he realised Spock wasn't breathing. It was something he'd noticed the Vulcan do every now and then. He'd never asked about it and he was yet to figure out why Spock would stop himself from breathing. Maybe it was something Vulcans did. Either way, it was a little strange but oddly cute. Like a kid trying to hold their breath along with the main character of their favourite movie.
"Would you look at that, brat, we're here." Bones drawled as he peered out the window.
The car turned to the right as they entered the camp ground. Jim spotted Nyota's rental and pointed them in the right direction. Right on the edge of the Big Sur River.
There was a stick in his underwear. It was uncomfortable enough to notice but not enough to do anything about. Jim would rather lie where he was, looking up at the massive redwoods which dominated this section of the trail. There was something too peaceful about his surroundings to gather enough energy to care.
He'd left the camp site earlier in the morning. About an hour before sunrise to wander. He'd been restless. Awake half the night, tossing and turning the other. Jumping into the stream he, Pavel and Hikaru found yesterday, seemed like a good idea. It woke him up and cooled him down that's for sure. It didn't stop the itchy feeling just under his skin. If he hadn't already had his heat, he'd be freaking out. It certainly felt similar. Yet, distant like he was feeling the ripples of someone else's.
It made no sense to his early morning brain. Pre-coffee is not the state Jim wanted anyone to come across him. Braincells were not something which functioned without coffee, in his humble opinion.
"Jim? Vhere are you?" Pavel's voice floated though the forest. There was the slightest squeak of unease, an edge of fear to it. Jim's hazy brain struggled to figure out why.
"Cooee." Jim called back, hoping to soothe the teen. Apparently it worked, a second later the rhythmic thump of sneakers on packed dirt drowned out everything else. The Russian teen almost flew towards his resting spot, a tear running down his cheek.
"Pav, what's wrong?" Jim asked, sitting up and offering a hug to the frightened kid. He got a lap full of sobbing Russian. Jim's eyes met Spock's. There was nothing there. No emotion whatsoever.
"Vhen ve voke you vere not there and, and ve couldn't find you. Ve vere vorried." Pavel's accent was almost too thick to understand. Jim felt a stab of guilt. He'd only planned on being gone for an hour, perhaps two. And yet, it had clearly been much longer.
"Shhh, it's alright sweetie. I'm right here. It's alright." Jim pulled Pavel in closer, rubbing a hand up and down his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. The boy buried his head into Jim's neck and just shook whilst trying to calm his breathing.
"Come on baby, let's get back to camp, okay?" Jim helped Pavel to his feet and followed Spock's stiff form back down the trail. If it was anyone else, Jim would say he was getting the silent treatment. Actually, he knew he was getting it, he just couldn't figure out why. Surely, Spock of all people would have figured out why he'd disappeared. It didn't take a genius, and Jim knew there was more than five of those on this trip, to figure out why Mr. ADD was missing. In San Fran, he went jogging along the beach or surfing or caught a random transport and used his big brain to figure a different way back.
"Jim, I swear to god, if you ever do anything that makes me worry like that again..." Nyota grumbled, pulling him into a tight hug before passing him off to Scotty. The engineer just handed him a sandwich while Hikaru grabbed onto his arm and pulled him down onto the picnic bench next to Bones.
"You're a right idiot, James Kirk. Next time, leave a note." Bones grouched, handing him a steaming cup of coffee.
Jim blinked, pinched himself and frowned. Why was everyone so upset? Had he somehow ended up in a weird alternate dimension? Had mind controlling aliens taken over his friends bodies? Was he hallucinating?
His train of thought was interrupted when Pavel decided to wriggle his way onto his lap. And knocked over Scotty's pile of sandwiches. One of which landed in Nyota's breakfast cereal. Which promptly splashed over Hikaru's arm. Which jerked, Jim and Pav ducked, and smacked Bones in the face. Jim bit his lip to keep himself from laughing. Everyone's faces were priceless. Especially Pavel's.
"To crazy." Jim toasted, tipping back his coffee.
Jim wandered through the lodge, absentmindedly rubbing at his damp hair. The plush white towel was suddenly held in a death grip as longing and pain washed over Jim. He stumbled into the wall and slipped down its cherry surface. In the last day, the weird 'aftershocks' as Jim had taken to calling them, were getting worse and worse.
His skin felt hot, like his blood was boiling in his veins. Being around other people made him feel jumpy. The thought of someone else touching him was enough to keep him locked in his room.
Worst of all, Spock was ignoring him. Whenever they were in the same room, Spock would leave. If Jim followed him, he'd disappear. Since the storm blew in, more than two hours ago and made camping close to impossible, no one had seen hide nor hair of the Vulcan. No one else even seemed to notice Spock's absence.
Jim felt hollow. In more ways than one. With all the weird things happening, he just wanted to be snuggled safely in Spock's arms. After a round of bed breaking sex. Th sex was non negotiable.
He ached for Spock. Had taken an hour long shower to try and alleviate some of the frustration. But with his orgasm came a deadly rush of fury so strong his knees gave out. He'd sat under the hot water until his skin was thoroughly wrinkled, trying to gather enough strength to make it to his bed. But, he hadn't wanted his bed. It was too cold and lonely. Too devoid of Spock. He needed Spock. So he'd left his room and gone looking for the elusive Vulcan. Which left him wandering the halls. At night. During an electrical storm. Probably leaving a slick trail from the places he'd had to stop and regain his breath.
It was hard to breath. Hard to think. Too difficult to string together a sentence. Jim was vaguely glad that the halls were deserted. Meeting anyone in this state would be more than embarrassing. It was down right dangerous. Any alpha or beta would easily be able to distinguish what he was.
Further up the hall, a door opened. A tall, dark shape stepped from the room. Jim could feel the moment the figure picked up his scent. A low growl, which raised the hairs on his neck and made his skin prickle, resonated down the small space.
Jim turned on his heel and ran. His breath left him in quick pants as he made his way around a corner and down a new passage. He could hear the soft footfalls behind him, almost drowned out by the frantic beating of his heart. Turning another corner and sprinting full pelt, Jim saw his door coming up. He aimed for the little red light beside the number pad.
Fingers frantically pressed at the buttons, cursing when he stumbled over the wrong combination. A hand reached out and pulled him into a hard chest. He struggled, twisting and turning his body this way and that. Unable to break free, he bit down on the arm. When it loosened slightly he forced his elbow into the other's ribs. A quick hit to the groin and he scampered forward once more, fingers flying over the illuminated numbers.
A hand reached out and grabbed his arm, the grip uncompromising. He was dragged away from the door and his last chance of freedom.
The alpha holding him suddenly let go and his body fell to the floor. Stepping over it, Jim launched himself into his rescuer's arms.
"Spock. Spock. Spock." He sobbed, unable to form any other word. Never in his life had he been so scared. The strange heat, it could be nothing else, unfocused his mind and left him almost defenceless. He shuddered in the strong, familiar arms. The only touch which wouldn't make him feel violated.
Jim was pulled close and picked up. He let himself be cradled in Spock's arms and led into a different room. A meditation mat was spread out over the floor, candles burning around it. Through the needy haze, Jim felt stupid. Spock was meditating, not avoiding him. Spock blew out the candles before moving over to the bed.
He set Jim down, pitch black eyes searching Jim's. A small whimper rose in his throat. His skin seemed too tight. The ache between his legs, more insistent. He wiggled a little, rubbing his thighs together and clenching his muscles. Anything to help ease his discomfort.
Spock's hand reached out and pressed against his cheek. The skin to skin contact made Jim moan. He felt a little heady. Spock's touch made the warmth in his abdomen grow. He wanted more. He wanted all of Spock. He wanted him to fill every crevice of his being.
"Please. Please. Need you. Spock." Jim whined, one of his hands coming up to caress Spock's. The hot skin felt so nice. He'd been so cold. Only Spock could warm him up.
Spock growled and a second later Jim's shirt was ripped clear off his body. The pieces thrown carelessly over Spock's shoulder. Hot hands immediately replaced the fabric, running over every inch of Jim's skin. It felt divine. Like everything he'd ever wanted. Spock was everything he'd ever wanted.
A warm mouth nibbled at Jim's neck. Sharp teeth bit down before a warm tongue soothed the sting. Jim's toes curled in pleasure. He wrapped his legs around Spock's waist, urging him to surrender his weight and settle atop Jim properly.
Jim ground up into his Vulcan. The mouth at his neck paused, a breathy moan leaving it before moving down and clamping over his nipple. The dexterous tongue curled around it, teased it until the area was thoroughly claimed. An open mouthed kiss was placed over Jim's heart before the wandering mouth moved on to it's twin.
"Oh gods. Oh gods." Jim's fingers twitched and curled in ebony locks. Pulling and directing that perfect mouth. It wasn't enough. He wanted Spock inside him. Yesterday.
He wasn't prepared when Spock shifted off him completely. He mewled and cried out in shock and mounting horror. Spock couldn't leave. He'd burn up if he did.
A second later, Jim was pulled into a brutal, possessive kiss. Smouldering onyx eyes looked over Jim's flushed, panting form.
"Mine." Spock growled as Jim was unceremoniously flipped. This angle, he decided as Spock's hands gripped his ass, was a good one. A really good one.
Jim's pants were divested in the same way as his shirt. The pieces landed on the floor with a distant thump as Spock pulled Jim's hips up. Long fingers pulled apart his cheeks and that devilish tongue licked a strip straight up the line of his crack. Jim whimpered and tried to push his hips back into Spock. The feeling sent delicious shivers of pleasure rocketing up and down his spine. Jim could feel the way he was positively leaking. Spock licking up his slick like a contented kitten.
The Vulcan pushed his tongue inside him. It was enough to make Jim groan and reduce him to a pool of mush. It pushed in and out, curling inside of him and licking up more of his fluid. Soon, it was joined by a finger and they worked together to stretch his already loose hole. The full feeling was better but, as Jim pushed back, thoroughly fucking himself on the digits, it still wasn't enough. He needed to be full, bursting. Stretched tight around his mate's cock.
As if privy to Jim's thoughts, Spock's fingers disappeared. He whimpered at the loss but fell silent when they were replaced by something much bigger.
Both groaned as Spock finally made his way inside. He paused for a moment and Jim basked in the full feeling. This was what he'd wanted all along. What he needed more than the air he breathed. It didn't take long, however for the itching feeling to find it's way back under his skin. Jim arched his back and sent Spock impossibly deeper.
It seemed to be the signal Spock was waiting for. Without notice, he drew back and slammed into Jim. It was amazing. Indescribable. He wanted more. Now.
Spock continued to piston in and out of Jim, angle changing with every hard thrust. Always the best at everything, his Vulcan hit his prostate on the fourth try. Jim's body shuddered at the pleasure racing through him and pooling in his gut. The almost unbearable intensity of Spock driving into him. Jim rolled his hips, never one to be outdone and cried out.
Spock moulded their bodies together, kissing and nuzzling the length of Jim's back. It drew a pleasured whimper from Jim's throat. One which was answered by a breathless moan when Jim clenched around Spock's length. Against his back, Jim could feel Spock's abs flex as he was impaled over and over again. The fast pace had Jim's eyes screwed shut as he tried to match Spock thrust for thrust.
Heat coiled as Spock's hips snapped forward. The sound of slapping skin and harsh panting driving Jim closer to the edge. He felt ready to combust, shivers of pleasure racking his frame.
Spock's tight grip on his hips would, no doubt, caused bruises. Painfully pleasurable visible marks of his claim. It excited Jim. He wanted them. For people to be able to see he was Spock's and Spock was his. To be claimed as much as he was claiming. The sensation of being so full, of finally having Spock claim what had always been his, was heady. Jim felt wanted, beautiful and, despite the roughness of their coupling, cherished. It was like Spock was inside him on every level. Inside his body, mind and soul.
His breath hitched as Spock began to suck marks onto the line of his spine. Pre-cum dripped onto the sheets and Jim knew he wouldn't need to be touched to come. Feeling Spock buried within him would be more than enough. Especially with the way Spock continued to pound into his sweet spot. Jim keened and bucked back, tightening around Spock as he pulled away. He could feel Spock throbbing within him. They were so close. Electricity zapped through his nerve endings. Jim focused all his energy on grinding into Spock, consumed as he was by their feverish need.
Long fingers released his hip, causing him to cry out. They felt their way up Jim's body and fell against his cheek and temple. It took a moment for Jim to remember what was needed of him before he pressed his face into those fingers.
Instantly their minds swirled together, lights shining behind his eyelids. Supernova's burst into existence with his orgasm before the black hole swallowed him into it's depths.
"Dear gods man, it's been three days! Just let me check up on him." Bones growled through the door. It was answered by a very real growl from the throat of a very possessive Vulcan.
Jim giggled and pushed his face further into Spock's shoulder, loving the way his arm curled around him protectively. Three days of non stop sex were awesome. A little tiring and, Jim shifted slightly, sore. Totally worth it to be encased in the arms of his bondmate.
"Doctor, maybe ve should go? He is not letting you in." At the sound of Pavel's voice, something seemed to stir in Spock. He lifted his head off the pillow and looked at the door. Little by little, awareness filtered into his eyes. The fathomless black faded into warm brown. He blinked a few times and Jim could practically see his rational brain rebooting. It was kind of a shame. Jim liked the way Spock purred when he played with his ears.
Brown eyes met his own and Jim smiled. He could feel the flutter of Spock's thoughts in the back of his head. It seemed that he hadn't meant for this to happen. It would have hurt, if Jim couldn't also feel Spock's wonder and awe as he inspected their bond.
"So help me you green blooded, pig headed, fool of a hobgoblin. Open the door this instant!" Bones continued to rant and rave, punctuating each word with a fist against the door.
Jim sighed and wiggled out of his warm place under the covers. He could feel Spock's eyes on him as he walked into the bathroom and grabbed the complementary bathrobes from their hooks. He threw one at Spock as he dug around in the Vulcan's luggage.
A second later, a black pair of boxers snapped against his waist. A similar pair were hurled over his shoulder. He couldn't have his sweet little Pavel be exposed to something horrifying before his time. Twenty first birthday parties were much more acceptable places to find out about your parents sex life. The fact that Jim was only twenty one himself, didn't matter.
"Doctor, this is wery undignified." Pavel tried to reason. His poor baby had yet to learn that there was no such thing as rationalisation in Bones' world.
"Undignified? Now you sound like a mini hobgoblin." Bones began his angry tirade on all things Spock all over again. Only this time, Spock didn't stay on the bed.
Practically pulling the door off its hinges, he picked Pavel up, pulled him inside and slammed the door in Bones' face.
"Harsh, man. Harsh." Jim said, staring a little wide eyed. Clearly Spock needed a little meditation time before he'd be ready to play with the other kids again.
He walked over and stroked Pavel's hair, fingers catching in the tight curls. The intense protectiveness coming from the bond was simmering down as Spock wrangled his emotions into some form of control.
"Come on Pav, why don't you help me pack and fill me in on everything that's happened?" Jim asked, leading the teen towards the door. He brushed his fingers against Spock's before pulling it open, walking past a frozen Bones, and making their way down the hall.
I am very sorry for the long wait and I hope this can somehow make up for it. Pervs. None of these chapters are beta'd so, if you find a mistake, feel more than free to tell me. I don't have time to even read them over so I'd really appreciate it. Thanks guys.
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