Ch 10: Come Together
Two days had passed since Spock and Kirk had returned to the Enterprise. They both were doing a spectacular job of avoiding each other. Spock was determined to stay out of Kirk's way to allow him more time to himself, and Kirk was working up the courage to face Spock with his feelings. Each hour that passed seemed unusually longer to the two youths. Kirk would nervously check the clock frequently, hoping more time had passed that it really had. Spock was unable to concentrate on any of the tasks he assigned himself and the only thing he could focus on for longer than five minutes was meditation. Meditating had helped Spock put a reign on his emotions, but for some odd reason, he was unable to quell the anxiety that riddled his mind. At every sound, he'd turn around, hoping Kirk would be coming to talk, and every time, he found himself still alone.
It was quite odd that Spock felt so utterly out of sorts without the captain's company. As much as they annoyed him, his little quirks were what interested him the most about the captain. His wide, sometimes lopsided grin always managed to lift his spirits, even when they were arguing. His eyes had a strange way of drawing him in as if they were a tractor beam. The way he walked, the way he talked, his mannerisms…all these little things and more, Spock came to miss in their time apart.
Meanwhile, Kirk was going insane. The fantasies and the mind meld memories all but faded away to the back of his mind. However, his stomach was a constant ball of butterflies. Every flash of blue that caught his eye caused his breath to catch in his throat, making him think that just around the next corner would be Spock, working on some equally inane task. Of course, no one was there when he looked. There were times when he could have sworn Spock was in the same room as him when the two were in totally opposite areas of the ship. Where there was silence, he could hear his voice.
Kirk couldn't take it anymore. If he didn't go to see Spock, he was certain he'd start talking to the air around him. He marched down the corridor that led to Spock's room. As he turned a corner, something collided with him. Knocked back about a foot, he shook his head to straighten himself out. When he looked back up, he stood face to face with the very man he was going to see.
"Spock!" Surprise in his voice rang clearly through the silent corridor. Spock struggled to hide his own surprise upon seeing Kirk's face. He allowed the corners of his mouth to raise upward just enough to give the hint of a smile, but quickly pulled them back down. He ignored the beating of his heart and tried as hard as he could to sound casual about his run in with Kirk.
"Captain…your timing is impeccable. I was just on my way to see you."
Kirk laughed lightly, his mood infinitely brighter now that he and Spock were face to face. "Well whadda ya know. I was just on my way to see you!" Spock straightened himself up and clasped his hands behind his back. The beating of his heart seemed to increase, making it harder for him to hide his feelings. "Seeing as though we are both on our way to see each other, perhaps we should pick a proper place to converse?"
Kirk shook his head. "No, now is as good a time as any to talk. Personally, I'd like to stay out of rooms with a bed for this discussion." This comment, though clearly made in jest, shook Spock internally. The slight falter in his calm exterior didn't escape Kirk's notice. "I'm…I'm sorry, uh, it probably wasn't a good idea to bring that up."
Spock's eye fell to the ground. He suddenly felt very awkward, though he expected that would happen. Taking a deep breath, he brought his eyes back up and looked into Kirk's blue eyes. "Captain…" Spock stopped and corrected himself, "Jim…" Kirk's eyebrows raised in surprise from hearing Spock use his first name. He hadn't heard it since they were aboard Spock Prime's ship. "I want to tell you how truly sorry I am for my actions. I…forgot myself. When I visited Spock Prime in the Vulcan colony, he performed a mind meld to help me better understand what would have been my future, and what had been his past. The sheer amount of information threw my usual control off, and as I was in a rather vulnerable state, I acted of a will that was not truly my own."
"Vulnerable?!?" scoffed Kirk. "You wanna talk about vulnerable?!? You chased me into a corner, climbed into my bed, and you ki…" Kirk faltered. "You kissed me. And that wasn't just any kiss, oh no, that kiss was something unlike anything I ever experienced before."
"Did you find it…pleasurable?" Spock purposefully emphasized the last word. Kirk gulped, not quite ready to respond with the truth just yet; his face betrayed him as his cheek turned scarlet. The corners of Spock's mouth perked up, which made Kirk's blood boil. Dropping his voice to a low volume and using a dangerous tone of voice, he raised a finger at the Vulcan before him. "What I felt from that kiss has nothing to do with my point. You took advantage of me. Me. And you did it at a time when I was at my most vulnerable. And you couldn't just leave, no, not you. Not good ol' Mister Spock." Kirk inched closer and closer to Spock as his temper began to rise. "Mister Spock had to press the matter; he had to get up in my face; he had to do everything in his power to make me look weak!" Kirk poked Spock in the chest to emphasize his point.
It was strange. Just minutes ago, Kirk was anxious to tell Spock that he loved him and that he had been a fool not to realize it sooner. Now he was in the Vulcan's face, ranting angrily. It became clear to Kirk that distance truly made the heart grow fonder, because now that he finally was with Spock, he remembered all the things that pissed him off about him.
A deadly fire flared in Spock eyes as anger welled deep within him. He countered Kirk's forward momentum with his own. His expectations for a heartfelt talk of deepest desires and love had swiftly disappeared and he had all but forgotten how much he had longed to see Kirk again. "And what about you?" he said with a deep rumble in his voice. "Who are you to talk about taking advantage of someone and making them look weak?!? As I recall, you never apologized for your actions on the bridge after returning from Delta Vega. As I recall, you never even explained to me your reasoning behind it, and as I recall, while Prime personally requested that you find a way to reveal my emotional compromise, it was you who chose the words you said. You humiliated me in front of everyone on that bridge, and so help me if my father was not present, you would have been dead on that control panel!"
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Kirk said sarcastically, closing the gap between them, which was already mere inches. "Were you offended by what I said? Well I'm sorry I didn't exactly shower you with praise for marooning me on a fucking ICE PLANET!!!!!"
Kirk grabbed a fistful of the Vulcan's shirt. Spock's dark eyes narrowed. "Release me at once, Captain."
"No. I don't think I will," Kirk spat venomously. "You know, I still owe you an ass whoopin'. No wait, make that two. One for marooning me, and one for the beat down on the bridge! And this time, daddy's not here to reel you back in!" Kirk reared back and flung his fist at the Vulcan, whose reflexes proved to be much faster than anticipated. Spock released himself from Kirk's grip and punched him squarely in the jaw. Kirk stumbled backwards, but did not fall. However, before he could prepare another attack, the Vulcan lunged at his waist and tackled him. The two hit the ground with a loud thud, the wind being knocked out of Kirk's lungs. He raised a hand to hit Spock, but the Vulcan's reflexes proved faster yet again. Spock grabbed the wrist of the hand Kirk tried to hit him with, grabbed the other before Kirk could prepare another attack, and slammed both onto the floor. Kirk squirmed helplessly underneath, anxious to get loose, but Spock straddled his waist, pinning his legs down firmly. Spock now had full control of the situation. His dark desires swirled again deep inside of him. He could lay claim to Kirk here and now and no one could stop him…
But he caught himself. The two days of meditation had helped Spock regain some of his former control of his emotions. While the desires were far from gone, he was able to contain himself long enough to say what he needed to say. "Now that I have prevented you from attacking," he calmly said, ignoring the daggers Kirk threw at him with his gaze, "perhaps we can speak civilly. I was en route to your quarters to discuss matters with you, and this is where my attempt got me. You are the most arrogant, reckless, frustratingly stubborn human male I have ever had the misfortune of becoming a subordinate to, and were it not for my human heritage, there would have been merely a 2.07 percent chance that I would have fallen in love with you as I have, unintentional and unavoidable as it may be."
"Yeah, well you're…wait, what?!?" Kirk looked up at the Vulcan, whose face flushed a deep green. "Call it madness, a sickness, a delusion, or even a mind meld side effect if you so please. But that does not change what I feel inside. For all intents and purposes, I should hate you with every fiber of my being. Every last thing about you is illogical, from your mannerisms to your words to your actions. But damn it all, you are the only human besides my mother that makes me proudly embrace my ability to feel."
Before Kirk could say another word, Spock planted a deep kiss on Kirk's parted lips. His tongue dove into Kirk's mouth, tingling with the same sweetness he tasted before. To his surprise, the human did not struggle, but rather, he returned the kiss fully. Spock slid his hands from Kirk's wrists to his hands and interlocked their fingers. He pressed his body against the full length of Kirk's body, feeling every swell of his chest as he breathed, and the rising bulge between his legs.
He broke the kiss suddenly, much to Kirk's dismay. The two gasped for air and stared at each other with longing in their eyes. "Now," Spock said between breaths, "I believe you had something you wished to discuss as well."
With a sly smirk, Kirk rolled quickly to his right, switching their positions. Now Spock lay on the floor and Kirk towered above him, their hands still intertwined. Spock showed no surprise on his face; rather, he gave a knowing look to his captain and smiled openly. "Well, seeing as you've bared your soul to me, I suppose I should do the same. You have got to be the most up-tight, anal, mechanical son-of-a-bitch that I've ever been attracted to. Since day one, you have managed to get under my skin, and despite how hard you try to remain calm, cool, and collected, you can't help but show your ass around me."
An eyebrow involuntarily shot upward on Spock's face as he gave an incredibly cute look of genuine confusion. "Jim, I do not recollect ever presenting a donkey before you or any other member of Starfleet. Furthermore, I do not see how this is in any way related to your confession."
Kirk laughed loudly and heartily. It was amazing just how dense his counterpart was. "You see, it's shit like that that makes me love you." He smiled his trademark pearly white smile, and though still confused about his last comment, Spock gave him one in return.
"So," Kirk said, bringing one of Spock's hands up to his lips and kissing it softly. "What do you suppose we do now? I don't confess my love to just anyone. Matter of fact, you're the first since my childhood."
"Well Jim," Spock replied. "In my culture, making direct hand contact with another is a sign of a love bond. It signifies that the two are, dare I say, destined to be together for as long as they so choose. Though I will warn you now, Jim, I will not tolerate any of your so called, "skirt-chasing", as you are the first and only person I have ever made direct hand to hand contact with."
"Your first and only?!?" Kirk asked incredulously. "But…what about Uhura?!?"
"I cannot deny that Uhura has captivated me. She is beautiful, intelligent, hard-working, and exceptionally gifted." He smiled evilly at the blatant look of jealousy draped on Kirk's face. Spock seized this opportunity to flip Kirk back onto his back and look at him hungrily. He kissed Kirk passionately for only a moment, pulling away with Kirk desperately seeking the return of his lips in vain. "However, you have, and always will be, my t'hy'la."
"T'hy'la?" Kirk said, barely over a whisper. "You'll have to excuse me, my Vulcan dictionary's in my room."
A dark smirk spread on Spock's lips. "Then perhaps it would be logical to continue our, venture, in your quarters." He stood up and lowered a hand for Kirk to take. Kirk looked at the hand the Vulcan extended to him and gave a smile. He clasped the hand, and with their combined strength, both Kirk and Spock stood facing each other, a flush on both man's face. Before Spock could begin making his way to the captain's room, Kirk scooped the surprisingly light Vulcan in his arms as a groom took his bride, and began sprinting down the hall.
Shock at being lifted from the ground and fear of the captain's enthusiasm potentially leading to a rather painful accident, as the captain could be a bit clumsy at times like this, Spock wrapped his arms around Kirk and held on tightly. As much of a turn on as Kirk's recklessness could be, that didn't mean it didn't occasionally scare the hell out of Spock. Kirk kicked the button that opened his door and walked in, prize in hand. Instead of gently placing Spock down on the floor, he threw him onto his bed.
Pain from the stiff bed shot up Spock's body as he landed, causing him to wince, but otherwise show no signs of discomfort. In the time it took him to recollect himself and begin a protest, Kirk was already straddling him, a look of desire plain on his face. Spock's heartbeat quicken at the look in Kirk's eyes. He was completely at a loss for what would become of him.
Kirk brought his face ever so close to Spock's face, a mischievous look on his face. "Spock," he asked in a seductive voice, "just how much of human sexuality and mating are you familiar with?"
A dark green flush covered Spock's face. "I…I hate to admit this, but my knowledge of human sex rituals are…" He drew a sharp breath as Kirk moved his mouth to the Vulcan's ears, which proved to be an intensely erogenous spot. Spock gasped for air, barely able to think of anything beyond the delicious feel of Kirk's warm tongue flicking his earlobe. Regaining some composure, he finished his sentence, "…little to none."
Kirk moved his mouth away from Spock's ear and smiled darkly. "Then, my pointy-eared friend…" he took a moment to lick up and down Spock's left ear, which caused him to shudder. "Perhaps it's time I educated you…"
He pulled back to look at the Vulcan, who had an amusingly drunk look on his face. Kirk slowly removed his shirt, giving the Vulcan time to marvel as his smooth, muscular chest. He then seized the bottom of Spock's shirt and began pulling upward. Spock raised his arms upward, making the removal of his shirt easier for Kirk. The removal of the shirt revealed a strong, lean chest, lightly covered in dark chest hair. The air chilled the Vulcan's skin, causing him to shiver gently, but noticeably.
"Aw, are you cold?" Kirk teased. "Don't worry; I'll be sure to warm you up." He leaned forward and captured Spock's lips in a gentle, tender kiss. Spock found himself wishing for the same passionate kiss they shared in the hall, but found the softness of this kiss somehow more exciting, as it revealed nothing of what was to come, leaving everything leading from it a pleasant surprise. Kirk broke the kiss and began trailing gentle kisses down Spock's jaw line. He paused at his neck and began to suckle a particularly sensitive spot. Spock's eyes closed, a soft moan escaping his parted lips. Smiling internally, Kirk reluctantly left the spot on Spock's neck and trailed the kisses down further: down his collarbone, down the center of his chest, down his bellybutton, where Kirk took a moment to swirl his tongue, and then down to his true target, the front of Spock's pants, where a noticeable erection strained against the fabric.
Kirk laughed quietly. "Hey Spock, seems your uniform pants are a little tight. Care for a little assistance?" The gentle teasing that Kirk insisted on giving began to frustrate Spock, but he kept silent, as he knew this was the captain's way of both getting revenge and enjoying the experience. He bit his lip to keep from revealing the effect the captain was having on him, but Kirk could see it all over his face. He slowly unzipped the pants and rolled them down, getting a clear view of the Starfleet regulation underwear which barely contained Spock's bulging erection. Carefully, he lifted the elastic of the underwear and slipped it down. Now free, Spock's erection sprung upward.
Kirk gave a low whistle. "Wow. Are all Vulcan's this well endowed or are you just lucky?" Spock shot a confused look at Kirk. "Jim, I don't see what the size of my penis has to do with this ritual." Laughing kindheartedly, Kirk took Spock's erection into his hand and slowly pumped it. Spock's head fell backwards at the touch of the captain's strong yet strangely soft and gentle touch. Unable to control himself any longer, he moaned loudly.
"You, my dear man, are about to find out." Kirk brought his lips to the tip of Spock's penis into his mouth and stroked it with his tongue, eliciting another loud moan. He then slowly took more and more of Spock into his mouth until, strangely skilled as he was despite his total inexperience with male sexual partners, he had completely engulfed the entire length down his throat. Tingles danced up and down Spock's body as Kirk's warm mouth surrounded him completely. His back arched off of the bed, pushing himself further into that wonderfully slick opening. Kirk began to systematically move his head back up the length of Spock's shaft, pump it a few times with his mouth, using his hand to cover the rest of the revealed length, and then bringing the tip of Spock's erection fully to the back of his throat. This technique, though foreign to the Vulcan, affected him greatly. He gasped for air, somehow completely unable to catch his breath. His entire body flushed a deep green. His hips thrust uncontrollably into Kirk's mouth. He had no idea what he was feeling; he only knew he didn't want it to stop.
This didn't continue for very long, as Spock had already been thoroughly aroused before they even arrived in Kirk's room. A strange feeling of something welling in the depths of Spock's loins had grown greater and greater the more Kirk sucked, and without warning, it released. Kirk held his mouth at the bottom of Spock's shaft, allowing the bitter fluid to slide down his throat as Spock throbbed in orgasm. Spock cried out loud and clutched the captain's head with his hands. When the throbbing slowed, he fell back on the bed, spent.
Kirk swallowed what fluid remained in his mouth and slid his mouth off of Spock's still twitching erection completely, giving his mouth a wipe. He moved back up his beloved's body and placed a hand on his face, feeling the feverish heat emanate off of him. Spock opened his closed eyes and saw the loving smile of his captain before him. Still gasping for air, he said, "What…did you do…to me?" Kirk placed his forehead against Spock. "That, my dear pointy-eared friend, is what humans refer to as a 'blowjob'. Seeing as you're completely unfamiliar with how we show affection on a sexual level, it seemed the gentlest way to become acquainted with each other's bodies."
The Vulcan stared at Kirk in disbelief. "Jim, with all due respect, that experience was far from gentle. It…it shook me down to my very core. Those feelings…there were incredibly intense." Kirk smirked and jokingly replied, "Glad to hear it was good for you." The corners of Spock's mouth perked upward in the beginnings of a smile, when a thought came to his mind. "If I may ask, what became of the ejaculation fluid that escaped through my penis?"
A pink tint spread across Jim's face. Upon hearing this question, he became rather shy. "Uh, well…I swallowed it, Spock." Shock and a hint of disgust showed on Spock's face. "Jim, do you realize how unhygienic ingesting another's bodily fluid is?!?" As he said this, a hurt expression appeared on Kirk's face. "For humans," Kirk explained, "it symbolizes both a great deal of love and devotion for your partner and an even greater deal of respect and trust when you voluntarily ingest another's bodily fluid during oral sex. I know it's a pretty foreign idea for you since you're a Vulcan, but that was my way of showing you that I care…"
He immediately regretted asking the question, but felt he had a right to inquire the captain's strange actions. "I am sorry Jim. There is much I do not know about these human mating rituals. I did not mean to offend…" Spock dropped his head down, the feeling of guilt now heavy within his chest. Recovering quickly, Kirk gave his trademark smile to reassure the Vulcan. "Hey, you didn't know, and how else will you know if you don't ask?" The look of sadness still clung to Spock's face as he regained eye contact with his captain. Kirk sighed. "Well, if you really want to make it up to me, you could always return the favor…"
The sadness on Spock's face changed to nervousness. "Jim, I do not know if this is wise…I am completely inexperienced and unaccustomed with performing sexually, especially with humans. I would not want to harm you in any way…" Kirk took Spock's hand and pulled him off of the bed. The two stood before each other, looking deeply into each other's eyes. Kirk leaned forward and softly kissed Spock on the lips. "It's okay, I trust you. In order to successfully complete this ritual, you need to reciprocate in kind." Kirk jokingly added, "Besides, my erection's not going to take care of itself!"
Spock gulped the lump of nervousness down his throat, and nodded. "Then, I shall do my best." He cradled Kirk's face in his hands and kissed him deeply. Kirk moaned against his lips and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer. The Vulcan broke the kiss and began kissing his way down the same path Kirk had on his body. He lowered himself to his knees and came face to face with the front of Kirk's pants, which were as uncomfortably tight as Spock's had been. He unzipped the pants carefully and pulled down the elastic of Kirk's pants. Unfortunately, he had his face too close and was smacked in the face by Kirk's erection as it broke free of its cotton prison.
Unable to contain himself, Kirk laughed. "Sorry there Spock, my little friend's a little excited." Wiping the drop of pre-cum off of his face, Spock replied, "Your 'little friend', as you call it, is not quite as little as you imply." Spock took a moment to admire the length of his captain's penis before him. The nervousness he had attempted to push down rose in him again. He looked up at Kirk, who gave him an assuring look. "You'll be fine. Just make sure you don't touch it with your teeth."
Spock nodded and brought Kirk's penis closer to his mouth. He gently took the tip of it into his mouth and rubbed the bottom of it with his tongue. Kirk threw his head back and moaned loudly, catching Spock by surprise. Such a gentle and small movement of his tongue had created such a dramatic reaction. Feeling a bit more self-confident, he began to move more and more of Kirk's length into his mouth slowly, testing the waters as he went. Kirk's enthusiasm led him to grab Spock's head and thrust the rest of his penis down Spock's throat, much to Spock's dismay. He hadn't been ready for the entire length of Kirk's penis to enter his mouth and choked on it as it hit the back of his throat. Catching himself, Kirk pulled back and looked down at the wide eyes of Spock. "Uh…sorry…got a little too excited myself…"
Returning himself to the task at hand, he brought his mouth back down around the captain, this time reaching the bottom on his own. Kirk shivered from the feeling of Spock's mouth. Shakily, he said, "You're better at this than you let on…you must be a natural." Spock brought his eyes back up to meet with his captain's, this time continuing the action of slowly pulling his mouth back and forth along the length of the shaft at an increased pace. Occasionally, he'd bring all focus to the head of Kirk's penis, lavishing it with his tongue. Kirk could feel himself getting closer and closer.
Spock removed his mouth and used a free hand to maintain his rhythm and looked upward at Kirk, whose eyes were closed, his head bent back and moans frequently escaping his open mouth. "Jim," he said somewhat quietly, "if you could give me ample notice before reaching orgasm, I can prepare to-" Before he could finish his sentence, Kirk came, shooting his warm semen all over Spock's face.
When he finished, he looked down at Spock, seeing a mix between horror, surprise, and anger on his face. He laughed, and then quickly covered his mouth, knowing this wasn't the best way to end Spock's first time giving a blowjob. Lips pursed, Spock asked, "I am sure there is a certain term in your human vocabulary for such an event?"
"Uh, yeah there is," Kirk said, still trying and failing to hide his amusement. "It's uh, it's called a 'money shot'." Spock glared at the captain. "Though I am able to see why it is referred to as a 'shot', I fail to see how it related to currency of any kind." Kirk lost it upon hearing this, bending down to hug his adorably ignorant partner. Despite still being irritated at the bodily fluids on his face, Spock wrapped his arms around Kirk and held him tightly. "I suppose I still have a lot to learn about performing 'blowjobs' successfully."
Kirk pulled back and held Spock before him, smiling endearingly at him. "Spock, as the more sexually experienced of the two of us, trust me, that was definitely successful." Spock returned Kirk's smile, matching the emotion perfectly. Spock found it odd that he could smile so easily and freely around Kirk now, but he didn't think long on the subject. He simply enjoyed expressing himself without worry for the first time in his life.
Spock watched Kirk as he stood up and offered him hand. "Come on; let's get your face cleaned up."