Susurrus

Jim charged towards the hotel room bed, landing with a whump on top of it. "I love hotels!" he cried, voice muffled by mattress.

Spock set the suitcases down coolly. "Why, may I ask?"

Jim rolled over and held up a corner of bedsheet. "These sheets, Spock. They're satin here."

Spock walked over and let his slim fingers whisper against the creamy fabric. A bright green blush bloomed in his cheeks. "They have a rather pleasurable texture," he murmured.

Jim's eyes lit up. He drew Spock close, nuzzled his throat and cheek, and purred, "Can I see just how pleasurable?"

Lascivious

Jim.

Mmm? An innocent hum resonated over the meld.

Do not press me.

But Spock, I want you… An image transmitted—a naked and flushed-faced Kirk, sprawled against wrinkled blue sheets.

I know.

Kirk pouted across the negotiation table. Spock felt a gentle kick at his leg from under the tabletop, and the connection started fading.

Spock sighed imperceptibly and touched his foot to Kirk's leg. After these negotiations, I shall make it up to you.

How?

Spock imagined his tongue laving wildly over Kirk's erect shaft. In response, the blond turned bright red and excused himself from the negotiations.

Nexus

The melding was, to both of them, the best part of making love. It always happened just before the end, sometimes accidentally, when the sear of connection thrummed over their skin. After that they were one in every way. And they could feel everything at once together—the moist heat of mouths in mid-kiss, the heightened sound of heartbeats mixed with heavy breathing, the tingling shot of electricity going up the spine with each thrust, the indescribable explosion of simultaneous pleasure. Afterwards, when they'd rested, they would just lie next to each other, never separating until they fell asleep together.

Plaudits

After a final tremor Jim collapsed back against the mattress, panting and pulling Spock on top of him. "Oh, god, Spock," Jim moaned. He was absolutely seeing stars.

The Vulcan in question panted and gently kissed his lover's neck. "I do not see where your deity is involved."

Jim laughed shakily. "It's a compliment."

"How so?"

Jim's fingers raked through Spock's glossy black hair. "Oh, god, Spock, that was the most mind-blowing orgasm I've ever had in my entire fucking life. I'm begging for more."

Spock seized Jim's mouth with a sudden voracity. "Now that is a compliment," he purred.

Lissom

Even when he awoke first, Spock preferred to feign sleep as long as possible. That way he could watch, eyes half-open, as Kirk slowly came to. It was a fascinating ritual. The blond would yawn expansively and sit up, careful not to disturb his "sleeping" lover. Then he would slowly stretch every muscle of his upper body. The tanned skin of his abdomen would ripple slightly and glisten, still flecked with rivulets of the previous night's sweat.

When Spock could no longer stand watching, he "awoke" and proceeded to kiss that perfect musculature until both of them were spent again.

Author's Notes: Rating change, obviously! Oh, goodness, the smut. Much thanks to my lovely beta xladyjagsx for editing and such, and as always to those of you who read my fictions. (I'm really happy y'all are reading these too, just letting you know.)

Also, I know I'm late, really late, but in my defense I had a really long weekend-slash-day. Actually, a long couple of weeks-play practices are piling up, so I've had little time to myself to think straight. Ergo, I'm also running a smidge behind on fictions at this point, or behind on my schedule of keeping a few steps ahead. If I don't post a more legitimate fiction this week, it's because I need a break.

Oop, I've been rambling. It ceases now! So stop listening to me complain and go read some fanfiction!