Ch 12: Sensitivity

The smell of food cooking woke Spock up the next morning. It seemed that Kirk had found some vegetarian versions of the ingredients he would need for pancakes and was scurrying about in the kitchen preparing breakfast before Spock could wake up. A bleary smile curled on Spock's lips at the thought of Kirk cooking for him. After the night he had, he deserved the delicious breakfast Kirk promised to cook if the evening didn't go well.

When he sat up, the feel of the silk sheets slipping off his body when he woke up gave him a case of full body goose bumps, something he only contracted when he was cold. He slipped out of the bed as quickly as he could and stood up, only to find that the carpet beneath his bare feet tickled him as soon as he made contact with it. His hand clapped over his mouth as he resisted the urge to burst out laughing from the sensation. Eyes darting, he leaped from the bed to the doorway in three graceful bounds to avoid as much contact with the carpet as possible.

From where he stood he could see Kirk hustling about in the kitchen, monitoring the food on the stove while cutting up fruit on the counter. The only thing he had on was his Starfleet regulation underwear. Spock considered sneaking up on the unsuspecting man and embracing him from behind. As he pictured the scene in his head, he heard Kirk childlike laughter in his ears and imagined distracting him from the task at hand…

The unexpected tightness in his own underwear brought Spock back to his senses. Pushing the un-Vulcan like thoughts from his head, he stepped onto the cold marble floor and walked into the bathroom. The sight he saw in the mirror shocked him; his entire body had a green flush to it. After seeing himself in the mirror, he realized that the reason everything seemed so much colder than usual was because his body temperature had risen while he slept. For a moment he thought he might have contracted a cold, but other than the chills he suffered from and his heightened sensitivity to touch, he felt fine. Even the wound on his arm ceased to ache.

He grabbed the bandage around the wound and began unraveling it. His eyes grew wide when he saw that the wound was gone, as if he had never received it. No scab, not even a scar remained on his arm. But how? The wound hadn't been very deep, but it was still deep enough where he should see some trace of it.

Without taking his attention away from his arm, he walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where Kirk was cooking. Kirk looked up and spotted Spock with a smile. "Hey there sleepy head! Looks like I finally managed to wake up before you for once!" As Spock came closer, he noticed the full body flush Spock had. "Are you alright? You look like you're hot or something…" He noticed that Spock's attention wasn't on him and shifted his focus to the arm that had been wounded the night before. When he looked at Spock's arm, he dropped the spatula he held in his hand on the floor and rushed over.

"Spock," he said incredulously. "How did your arm heal so fast?"

Spock shook his head. "I do not know. I unwrapped it to inspect the wound only to find that it had completely vanished, almost as if I never received it."

Kirk took Spock's arm in his hands and took a closer look at it. Surprise widened Spock's eyes at the feel of Kirk's hands on his arm. The softness of his touch was amplified, sending shivers up his arm and down his back. Kirk ran his hand over where the wound once was, a simple touch that normally wouldn't faze him in this context, but for some reason now felt as if he had kissed him passionately. He closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to shift his attention away from his arm and focus on lessening the increased swelling between his legs.

Kirk saw Spock's closed eyes and feared he had hurt him. He quickly let go of his arm and said, "Oh God, I'm sorry Spock. I thought since the wound was gone that the pain was gone as well. I should've been more careful…"

"…no…" Spock said, breathing heavily. "You…you did not hurt me…on the contrary…touching my arm as you did…felt incredibly good."

An eyebrow rose on Kirk's head. "Felt good? Should I ask?"

Spock's eyes opened again, but focused on the food Kirk was cooking on the stove. Kirk followed his gaze to the stove and swore. "Our breakfast! I forgot!" He whirled around and quickly flipped the pancake that had begun sizzling on the frying pan with a clean spatula. Luckily he made it just before it started to burn. He gave a sigh of relief and pressed down on the last pancake of the batch.

Fiery arms snaked around his waist and pulled him close. Spock's body felt more like a furnace than the stove in front of him. He turned his head and smiled at his affectionate lover and said, "As much as I enjoy snuggling with you, I gotta finish these pancakes up. Maybe after I'm done we could curl up and relax a bit before hitting the beach again."

He felt Spock's head nod against him before the arms released him. Grabbing one of the plates of pancakes with one hand, Kirk flipped the last pancake out of the frying pan and placed the plate under it as it landed. He grabbed a can of whipped cream and dispensed a small dollop on top of the stack. Moving back to the counter, he picked up a handful of Sirian Fruit and Enig berries and placed them carefully around the dollop. He then grabbed his plate and moved over to the dining table Spock had seated himself at. Doing his best impression of a waiter, he placed the plate in front of Spock and said, "Your breakfast sir."

The smile he received was more than thanks enough for waking up early and preparing the meal. "Thank you Jim. I appreciate your efforts to prepare breakfast for us. I know how much you like to sleep in."

Kirk moved to the other side of table and laughed as he sat down. "Yeah, but sometimes a change of pace is nice. After all, I did promise that if last night didn't go well, I would wake up and cook a nice breakfast for you. When we get back on the Enterprise I won't have as many opportunities to cook for us, so I should enjoy it while I can." Winking, he added, "So should you."

They picked up their silverware and began eating their breakfast. Kirk happily munched his food, but Spock merely stared at his plate after his first bite. Mouthful of pancakes and fruit, Kirk looked at Spock and asked, "What, yours don't taste good?"

Swallowing, Spock responded. "No, no, it is not that it does not taste good. It is very good…much better than I expected."

"Gee thanks," Kirk said in mock hurt. Spock shook his head. "I am not trying to make a comment on your cooking. I am attempting to convey my surprise in the drastic increase in flavor. The combination of Sirian Fruit and Enig berries has proved to be an amazing combination before, so I am not surprise by that, but for some reason, it is like the flavor of not just the fruit, but the entire dish is far more intense than it should be."

Kirk cocked his head to the side and sampled Spock's pancakes. Chewing, he shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about Spock. It tastes the same as mine, and while I did a fantastic job of making these pancakes might I say, they're not mind blowing."

"No Jim, they are," Spock said, looking deep into Kirk's blue eyes. When he looked into Kirk's eyes, his insides stirred just as they had when they first confessed their love to each other. His breath caught in his throat and he felt the familiar pain of over stimulation between his legs. He quickly returned his attention back to the pancakes and began eating them again. Kirk simply shrugged and continued to eat his as well.

Kirk was surprised to see that though he had eaten more than Spock before their conversation, Spock had managed to finish his pancakes before him. He even scraped the plate to pick up any extra crumbs. Kirk smirked and rose from his seat. "Guess you really liked my pancakes," he said. "Guess I'll have to see about taking some Sirian Fruit and Enig berry seeds back with me on the Enterprise so I can grow my own crop."

He picked up both of their plates and silverware and carried them to the sink. As soon as he turned around, he saw Spock standing right behind him and jumped. "Jeez Spock, don't scare me like that!"

"I am sorry," Spock said, rubbing Kirk's arm absentmindedly. "I simply wanted to thank you for the breakfast."

"Oh I see," Kirk said seductively. "You want to kiss the cook, is that it?"

The sound of Kirk's voice was the final straw. The control Spock had struggled to maintain over himself broke. He lifted Kirk up and mashed his mouth against his, gaining easy access to his mouth with his tongue. Kirk was taken aback by Spock's enthusiasm, but was even more surprised when Spock spun around with him and sat him on the counter behind them.

The cold of the kitchen counter soaked through Kirk's barely covered bum and sent shivers up his spine. Combined with the fevered touches Spock planted on his body, Kirk's nerves were going berserk from the multiple sensations. His penis pressed painfully against the restrictive fabric of his underwear; the rock hard bulge that pressed against him between his legs told him that Spock had the same problem.

When he felt Spock's hand move from his back, he expected to feel it between his legs, releasing his throbbing erection from its cotton prison, but the feeling never came. Instead, Spock broke the kiss and rubbed a chunk of Sirian Fruit he had grabbed from the bowl on the counter on Kirk's soft lips. He then placed the chunk of fruit between Kirk's teeth and moved his mouth over it. They bite through the succulent fruit, their lips meeting again in a kiss as they chewed. When he swallowed his half of the fruit, Spock licked the rest of the fruit's juices off of Kirk's lips and suckled them.

It was while Kirk's mouth tingled with the flavor of the fruit and the feel of Spock's tongue lavishing his lips that one of Spock's hands finally freed his erection from his underwear and wrapped his fiery hand around it. Were it not for Spock's mouth over his, the moan that escaped his lips would have echoed loudly through the massive hotel room.

Spock grabbed another piece of Sirian fruit and rubbed it on Kirk's neck, the juice dripping down his collarbone. This time he fed the entire piece to Kirk and used his tongue to lick the juice off of Kirk's chest and neck. Reaching a particularly sensitive part of Kirk's neck, he sucked and nipped at it, smiling inwardly at the short gasps and moans the action elicited from the blond-haired man.

Kirk had always had a bit of stamina when it came to sex and during the year and a half he and Spock had been together he had built up even more. However, the combination of the fruit, Spock's hands around his cock, and his mouth sucking on his neck was beginning to be more than he could handle. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying to force the feeling that welled up inside of him down.

To his relief, Spock stopped his relentless assault and took a moment to remove both his and Kirk's underwear. Kirk took the opportunity to allow air to fill his lungs, as he had momentarily forgotten how to breathe. Grabbing an Enig berry this time, he fed the berry to Kirk and held his fingers to his lips. When Kirk finished chewing, he withdrew his tongue and began licking Spock's fingers.

Spock closed his eyes as they began to roll to the back of his head. At times like this, he was thankful that his Vulcan heritage turned his hands into an additional erogenous zone. The sensation of Kirk holding Spock's hand with both of his, drawing his fingers into his mouth, and sucking on them was almost as satisfying as having his dick sucked.

Spock replaced his fingers with his mouth and hungrily kissed Kirk, lavishing the inside of his mouth which was now deliciously sweet from the fruit he had just eaten. Kirk's hands found Spock's hair and ruffled it as they kissed.

Lowering the hand Kirk had just sucked on, Spock softly pressed a moist finger against Kirk's rectum and inserted it. Kirk moaned against Spock's mouth and pushed his hips against Spock's hand, sending the finger further in. Breaking the kiss, Kirk threw his head back and moaned loudly as Spock moved his finger in and out of his rectum, eventually adding a second and then a third. This was a process they had practiced on many an occasion that got easier and pleasurable every time.

When Spock felt that Kirk was ready, he placed the head of his penis at the entrance and pushed in. Since this wasn't the first time they had done this, he need not be as gentle as when they first had sex, but he still kept his enthusiasm to a minimum to avoid hurting Kirk. He used just the right amount of force to enter Kirk, whose back was arched.

Spock felt Kirk's racing heartbeat through his penis as it pressed into his stomach. When he had fully inserted himself, he held Kirk close for a moment and enjoyed the feel of him around his dick. Kirk's hands clutched onto Spock's back and raked against the skin on it. Taking this as a sign to continue, Spock pulled out just enough and began thrusting in and out of Kirk.

"Oh God," Kirk said as he wrapped his legs around Spock's waist, his toes curling. Each time Spock pulled out, Kirk used his legs to push him back in. Spock's hand moved up and down Kirk's dick in time with his thrusts, the pre-cum that steadily oozed from the tip serving as a lube. Kirk's breath came in short gasps as Spock's dick hit his prostate and send lightning bolts of pleasure up his back.

Their bodies glistened with sweat despite the cool temperature of the room and flushed a deep red and green respectively. Kirk couldn't contain himself any longer. Lungs burning from a lack of air, Kirk managed to say, "Spock…I'm…I'm gonna…" before releasing himself. Streams of semen shot onto both his and Spock's chests and stomachs. He dug his fingernails into Spock back and cried out loud.

The contractions around Spock's cock were more than he could handle and drove him over the edge as well. Letting out an uncharacteristic cry of pleasure, he shot his own release deep into Kirk, slowing his pace just enough to continue the waves of his orgasm without becoming painfully pleasurable. When he had reached the very peak of his orgasm, he ceased his thrusting, his cock completely inside of Kirk.

The two men gasped for air and pressed themselves together in an embrace. Catching his breath, Kirk said, "Wow…it's never been like that before…"

Spock leaned his head against Kirk's and smiled, giving a breathless laugh. "I am glad to hear you enjoyed yourself," he said, planting a kiss on Kirk's shoulder. Without warning he pulled Kirk off the counter. He pulled himself out just enough to comfortably flip Kirk around without injuring himself and placed him face down on the counter. Kirk looked over his shoulder in surprise at the Vulcan, who merely gave a mischievous grin in response. "Prepare yourself for a second helping."

Azrael sighed as he waited for the elevator to reach the top floor. He had unfortunately been wrangled into checking up on Spock by Doctor McCoy. Leaning back against the wall, he wondered why McCoy didn't send one of his orderlies to check on Spock instead of sending him. Sure, if Spock was somehow experiencing strange symptoms that could potentially put the captain in danger, a security officer would need to be present to evacuate and protect Kirk. Still, if he had to be sent, McCoy could at least have sent one of his cute medical officers with him…

The elevator announced in his mechanical voice, "Fiftieth floor. Please exit the elevator." Shuffling across the hall to their room, he stared at the door in front of him, somewhat worried about coming to visit them. The last time he had passed by their quarters all alone was over a year and a half ago and he could still remember the cries he heard from behind the door. He shuddered and blocked the thoughts from his mind.

Just as he raised his fist to knock, he heard the one thing he hoped he wouldn't. Loud cries and moans came from behind the door, not only Captain Kirk's this time, but also Mr. Spock's. Oh come on! Azrael thought to himself, throwing his hands up in exasperation, letting them slap against his legs. Do they have to be having sex every time I pass by their room?!?

He crossed his arms angrily and tapped his foot as he waited for them to finish. Sadly it would be worse for him to return to McCoy without checking on Spock than it would be to wait until they finished and risk seeing things that couldn't be unseen. The moans escalated until the two reached a very audible climax in unison. He turned back toward the door and waited a moment longer with an eyebrow raised on his face. Satisfied that they were finished, he raised his fist up and knocked loudly on the door.

Spock fell on top of Kirk's back after they both climaxed a second time, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. Kirk's face was pressed against the now warm counter top, sweat pouring onto it as he gasped for air. He wanted to ask Spock what had gotten into him, but he couldn't get his brain to form cohesive thoughts.

They both jumped at the sound of knocking on their door. Azrael's voice echoed behind the closed door, "Captain Kirk? Mr. Spock? I hate to, uh, interrupt, but McCoy sent me up here to check up on Spock's injury. He wanted to make sure that there hasn't been any excessive inflamation or draining or stuff like that. Is it safe to…er..can, can I come in?"

Kirk cursed underneath his breath. In his preparations for the make-up breakfast and the activities afterwards, he had forgotten all about taking Spock to be checked out by McCoy. Luckily, Spock's brain was still functioning enough for him to reply to Azrael. "I apologize for not seeing Doctor McCoy after I woke up this morning. Would you kindly inform him that I will be down to see him after I have prepared myself for the day?"

Azrael knew what Spock really meant by "preparing himself for the day" and tried to block any further offending thoughts from his mind. "Uh, as much as I'd like to comply with that request Mr. Spock, he's informed me to inspect the wound on your arm before returning to him. I'm afraid he won't accept anything less."

Closing his eyes out of irritation at the overbearing doctor's orders, he carefully pulled out of Kirk and said through their mind link: This is not good. Surely when Azrael sees that the wound on my arm has healed, he will think Doctor McCoy a liar. I will have to ensure that he does not see the wound and that I go down to see Doctor McCoy personally. You go get cleaned up and dressed, I will invite Azrael in.

Are you nuts?!? Kirk shouted through their link. You can't invite him in looking like that!

I will put on one of the hotel's complimentary bathrobes and cover myself up. Now do as I say or this will not work!

"Guys?" Azrael shouted from behind the door. "Look, I know this isn't the best time, but I gotta do something to keep McCoy from being pissed off. Even if you just wave your arm in front of the intercom screen, that'd be good enough.

Spock shot a look at Kirk and made a motion for him to go. Kirk sighed and ran into the bathroom, tossing a robe out before closing the door behind him. Spock rushed to the bathroom robe that landed on the couch and quickly put it on. He rushed into the room, grabbed a change of clothes for both him and Kirk and threw them into the bathroom. Now out of breath, he rushed to the door and opened it.

He ignored the look on Azrael's face and said, "Please come in. Kirk and I will prepare ourselves and go down with you to see Doctor McCoy. There is no reason for you to examine my arm as you will not know what to look for as far as symptoms go. Simply make yourself comfortable and we will be done momentarily."

Azrael gave Mr. Spock a tentative look and debated whether he should go inside the room or not. Eventually he decided that bringing both Kirk and Spock to Doctor McCoy was the safest course of action and entered the room. He gaped in awe at the size of their suite as Spock hurried to the bathroom to join Kirk in the shower.

Now alone in the room, Azrael realized he had no idea where he could safely sit to wait for them. Each part of the room filled his head with inappropriate thoughts of the captain and his first officer doing X-rated things. The only thing he knew he could trust was the door, so he sat down on the floor and rested his back against it.

When the bathroom door opened, Kirk and Spock emerged fully dressed in casual clothing. As unusual as it was seeing Spock in jeans and a long sleeved shirt, it was a refreshing reminder that he was in fact half human. Azrael rose from the floor and dusted his back end off. Smiling awkwardly, he said, "Alright, well, if you'll just follow me, I'll lead you to Doctor McCoy's room."

His superiors followed him out of the room and into the elevator, where they descended to the fourth-third floor. Azrael led them down the hall to McCoy's room and knocked on the door. A gruff "Come in!" came from inside, signaling that it was okay for Azrael to open the door. The three men entered the room, which was featured a significantly smaller living room and kitchen as well as two bedrooms instead of one.

McCoy, who had been sitting at the dining room table, angrily stood up and immediately got in Kirk's and Spock's faces. "What the hell did I tell you two yesterday? Didn't I tell you to come see me first thing in the morning? Did I need to check your hearing in addition to your arm?"

"You have my sincerest apologizes," Spock said, his arms clasped behind him in his typical stance. "Our activities this morning distracted us from seeing you."

"I bet they did," McCoy grumbled. "Azrael, you can go. It's obvious that Mr. Spock is not a threat to anyone in his current state, though he's a threat to my sanity. Go enjoy the rest of your day."

Nodding, Azrael left the room as quickly as he could without running full force. When the door closed, McCoy glared at Spock. "Alright you green-blooded hobgoblin, show me your arm."

Spock lifted his arm and rolled the sleeve back slowly, revealing the unmarred green-tinted skin underneath. McCoy's eyes doubled in size at the sight of Spock's arm. "My God," he said, grasping onto his arm and rubbing the spot where the wound should have been. Spock desperately tried to ignore the shivers that shot up his arm and down his spine from McCoy's touch. The last thing he wanted was to be aroused by McCoy.

"How the hell did you arm heal like that?" McCoy said in disbelief, still holding on to Spock's arm. "Nothing in the hypospray I injected into you should've done something like this!"

"I am uncertain Doctor," Spock said, "however, I advise you to remove my arm and cease rubbing it. I am experiencing extreme sensitivity to touch at the moment and I am rather unnerved at the effects your touch is having on me."

McCoy couldn't have dropped Spock's arm faster if it were on fire. He fought back the wave of nausea from Spock's comment and inquired, "I assume that explains why you and Kirk 'forgot' to come see me?" The sheepish look Kirk and Spock shared was answer enough to McCoy's question. "I also assume your hypersensitivity to touch has something to do with what I assume is a full body flush?"

"It would appear that way," Spock said, rolling his sleeve arm back down and clasping his hands behind his back once more.

Grabbing his Feinberger and tricorder, McCoy examined Spock's body and scanned it for anything out of the ordinary. "Well, your vitals are completely normal, but I'm still picking up traces of the unidentified chemical compound in your blood," McCoy said. "It's thinned out at least, so I don't think there's any imminent threat to your health. Nonetheless, I want you to take it easy today. I will repeat this, even though I'm certain I'm wasting my breath: NO extracurricular activities of ANY kind. This is a direct order from the Chief Medical Officer, and I expect you to follow it to the letter, regardless of the fact that we're still on shore leave! Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Bones, you're as clear as a crystal," Kirk said, slapping his friend on the back. "Now, can Spock and I go now? We don't want our last full day on Kalthoria to be wasted hearing you lecture us."

"Yeah, go on and get outta my room, you hornballs!" McCoy shouted irritably, waving his arms to shoo them out. "Just don't come rushing to me when Spock's unconscious because you two can't keep your joysticks in your pants!"