A/N: Penultimate chapter. ;)
Chapter 9
They were halfway through their meals when they were interrupted.
"Jim?" a feminine voice called out in recognition. The two turned their heads to see a pretty red head weaving through the mass of tables toward them.
"Is that not -" Spock began.
"The girl from the party?" Jim concluded, affirming Spock's suspicion, "yeah." Spock's mouth set itself into a hard line.
"Hey," the girl cooed as she reached their table, taking one of Jim's fries between her fingers and biting into it.
"Hi, Megan," Jim said, looking up at the girl, his face slightly uncomfortable. It was the first time that Spock had ever witnessed Jim looking anything less than completely confident and self-assured.
"What're you doing here?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm just out for dinner with the girls. Its tequila night at the bar, if you can keep down four, the fifth shot's free," she said, excitedly.
"That sounds like fun," Jim said, smiling forcefully. The expression looked unnatural and twisted on his face. Spock, so used to seeing Jim's open, innocent happiness, intensely disliked the expression he wore now and the girl that had put it there.
"Yeah it will be. I mean we all know how well me and alcohol mix right?" She giggled at the thought. "Speaking of, I had a great time at the party the other night," she said in a high pitched voice that sounded extremely false. "So, here's my number," she added, bending over to scrawl something on his hand. "Call me ok? I'd love to hang out sometime," she bit her lip nervously and flashed them both a wide, un-Jim like smile, before turning away and rejoining her friends.
A stale silence followed her departure. Eventually Spock broke the quiet.
"It appears that you have a very refined taste in women, Jim."
"Careful now, Spock, if you get anymore sarcastic, you'll lose your status as a Hobgoblin," Jim told him teasingly, though Spock could ascertain that his heart wasn't in it. Jim sighed, looking into Spock's less than pleased face. "What?" he asked, defensive.
"I am unaware of what you are asking me, Jim," Spock replied curtly.
"Are you mad?" Kirk asked, slightly incredulous.
"I am not feeling any emotion at the current time, James. Anger is an illogical response," Spock said.
"Oh god, you are mad," Jim groaned putting his hand to his face, "look, I was really drunk that night and so was she. It was just a casual thing."
"As I am not 'mad' I am unaware of why you are attempting to explain your actions to me."
"Spock, stop pretending to be an emotionless robot, goddammit. You're so bloody stubborn. Just fucking talk to me. Say what you really mean. I thought Vulcans couldn't lie."
"Perhaps it would be wisest to conclude our meal at this point, pay for our dinner and return to school," Spock suggested calmly, ignoring what Jim had said.
"Fine," said Jim, "go pay, throw your little Vulcan tantrum. I'm full anyway." Spock stood from the table and swiftly made his way into four different restaurants to pay for each item. He then returned to the street where he saw Jim had already traversed a substantial distance. He caught up with him easily and fell into step beside the angry Human.
"Jim, you are acting extremely immaturely," Spock muttered as Kirk avoided his gaze.
"Thats rich!" he snorted derisively, "at least I say what I mean and not some convoluted thesaurused bullshit version of what I really want to say." Spock pursed his lips together at the insult, electing not to respond and fuel Jim's anger further.
They walked in silence until they reached the school. Seeing as everybody was either attending dinner or in their dorm rooms, the campus felt eerily quiet. They entered the dormitory wing and began travelling down the various passageways. Suddenly Jim broke the strained quiet.
"You know what? Yes, fine, Spock, I am immature. I'm fucking seventeen for god's sake of course I'm immature. But you are too. You're just fancy immature with your stuck up vocabulary and Vulcan excuses."
"If you are so offended by my Vulcan nature that you insist on insulting it so frequently, why do you to keep me in your company?" Spock asked, exasperation in his voice, which was slightly raised. The lack of control was slightly alarming to Spock.
"Because!" Jim roared.
"Because?" Spock pressed, the volume in his voice escalating.
"Because, fuck it-" Jim said quickly, grasping Spock's face between his hands and bringing the Vulcan's lips down to his own. It was chaste at first. Nothing more than a mere press of Jim's lips against his, and both of them remained perfectly still for a moment. Before Spock could fully register what had occurred, Jim was pulling away.
He gazed up at the Vulcan, expression reminiscent of a Terran mammal when caught in the illumination emitted from the headlights of a motor vehicle. The hand that had somehow found it's way onto Jim's shoulder slipped away, Kirk stepped back, dejected.
Spock knew the look in Jim's eyes, and he believed Kirk would not let such an opportunity arise again unless the Vulcan took action. To use a human phrase Spock believed it was 'now or never'.
He fisted his hands in Jim's shirt and pulled him closer, crushing their lips together, suddenly desperate.
Kirk, having recovered from the initial surprise, began to shift against Spock, moving his lips more intently, kiss no longer delicate. Spock reciprocated eagerly, almost moaning when Jim traced his tongue over the Vulcan's lips. He was unable to contain a gasp, opening his mouth as the blonde bit down sharply on his bottom lip. Jim jumped at the chance to slip his tongue into Spock's warm cavern, invading his mouth and nipping at his soft lips. The heat produced was thick and engulfing. The Vulcan responded in turn, languidly dragging his tongue across Kirk's and inciting a battle for dominance that Jim soon won, Spock having no prior knowledge of such intimate affairs.
James pushed him back until he hit the wall, pressing himself bodily to Spock, the blonde was already half-hard against Spock's own arousal. Jim began grinding their pelvises together, gasping out Spock's name as he did so and the Vulcan allowed his head to fall back to the wall in reaction to the obscene motions of Jim's hips.
Spock brought their lips together, tangling his hands in James' unruly, blonde hair and running one hand down the expanse of Jim's firm chest, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. Kirk broke the kiss beaming; cocky grin once again plastered to his face, and removed his top. Slowly. Teasingly slowly, in fact, and Spock may have growled at the unnecessary display.
"Did you just growl?" Jim questioned, incredulous and looped his arms around Spock's neck.
"Be silent," Spock responded, upholding the request for James' quiet with a kiss, searing his lips to the blonde's again. After a time, Kirk pulled back, gazing at Spock, both boys panting from the exchange.
"If I had known this was all it took to get an emotional response from you," Jim began, breathless, "I would have done it a long time ago."
"If you wish to continue this interaction, it would be logical to proceed to my dormitory," Spock suggested, ignoring Kirk's previous remark.
"I like how you think, Spock," Jim smirked as he intertwined his fingers with the Vulcan's and began pulling them down the corridor. The act sent a tremor through Spock, his hands being particularly sensitive. "Number 73, right?" Kirk asked, as they reached the said door.
"Affirmative," Spock confirmed before being unceremoniously shoved into his dormitory, a tongue promptly thrust down his throat, although he wasn't averse to such an action.
He found himself pressed against a wall once more as Kirk began trailing his tongue over Spock's collarbone, biting down at the juncture of his shoulder and neck, suckling there for a moment as his hands busied themselves with Spock's shirt, unbuttoning it clumsily and dragging his palms over the now exposed skin.
The Vulcan grabbed at Jim's shoulders flinging him across the room, until the back of his knees hit the edge of Spock's bed. Kirk tumbled backwards ungracefully, sprawling himself out on the bed as Spock climbed on top of him, straddling the Human's thighs and reuniting their lips, tongue plundering James' mouth, kiss wet and demanding.
Jim moaned loudly as Spock began dragging his lips over the tanned chest beneath him, stopping to lap at a swollen nipple, before continuing downward. When he reached Kirk's crotch, he deftly unfastening the zipper of the boy's jeans and pulling them down to where Jim could kick them off, and he heard them land on the ground with a light thud. Spock then trailed his hands along the length of Jim's thighs, the Human made an impatient sound at the action, his anticipation almost palpable. Spock fingered the band of Jim's boxers, regarding the visible tent in the fabric as he did so. James raised his hips from the bed slightly, encouraging Spock to remove the offending item of clothing, Spock obliged, to Jim's visible delight, sliding the boxers off slowly, to reveal Jim's stiff erection, cock already hard and leaking.
Spock looked up to observe Jim's face. James stared back into his eyes, swallowed visibly and gave Spock a half-smile, before throwing his head back in a gasp as Spock warily took the aching length into his mouth.
"Fuck, Spock," he exclaimed breathlessly, as the Vulcan swirled his tongue around the head of Jim's shaft. Spock lowered his head further, steadily taking in all of James' member, mindful of his teeth, until it was engulfed in a feverish heat. He then retracted slightly, dragging his tongue along the underside of the rigid cock within his mouth before lowering his head once more, repeating the action with a bobbing movement until he found a rhythm, unintelligible moans falling from Jim's lips as he did so.
Spock felt hands threading through his hair and Kirk tugged lightly, the Vulcan moaning around Jim's length in response. Jim lifted his hips from the mattress, attempting to thrust up into Spock's mouth, a movement that the Vulcan prevented, pressing Kirk back into the bed firmly, continuing with his motion. Jim gasped in shock as Spock inserted one of his fingers into the boy's opening slowly stretching him. He soon added another moving them in a scissoring motion, all the while still running his tongue over Jim's cock.
"God, Spock." Jim said, writhing beneath him, continuing to pull on the Vulcan's hair. When the movement became more insistent, Spock looked up, releasing the slick cock from his mouth and removing his fingers from Kirk's hole to slide up the bed. Now at eye level with James, who brought their heads close, resting their foreheads together and gazing into Spock's eyes, brown meeting blue.
"I want you in me," he whispered before pressing his lips to Spock's again, searing their mouths together. Suddenly, Kirk was flipping them, clambering atop Spock, pushing him down into the mattress, trading their positions. He dragged his hands down to clumsily un-zip Spock's pants ripping them and his underwear from the Vulcan's body desperately.
"Well," Jim began, panting lightly, "guess that answers my question, then."
"To what are you referring, Jim?" Spock asked, voice only slightly less ruffled, both curious and impatient, though he wouldn't admit to either.
"You are green," Kirk declared, smirking, and Spock gasped as Jim took his throbbing member in his hand, squeezing lightly, cool hand sliding back and forth over the swollen cock. "Second draw," Jim said, breath heavy. Spock felt a question rise in his throat but he quietened it, instead he reached his hand across the mattress and opened the second draw of his bedside table. Inside there was a small tube.
"When exactly-" Spock began, an eyebrow arched.
"When do you think, dumbass? Just get it and give it to me, now," Jim answered, angry in his impatience. Spock gave himself the smallest of moments to process that Jim had put lubricant in his draw all those weeks ago, the night of the party, before passing the necessary cosmetic to the Human. Jim hastily opened the tube and squirted an ample amount of the lotion on to his hands before grasping for Spock's shaft once more, lathering the member with slow pumps.
Once Kirk felt Spock's cock was reasonably coated in the substance, he moved to straddle the Vulcan's legs, raising his hips in order to steadily lower himself down onto Spock's cock, gradually sliding downward until the Vulcan's entire length was sheathed within him. Spock sighed as Jim moved forward slightly, placing his hands on either side of Spock's head and capturing the Vulcan's mouth with his own. Carefully, Jim lifted his hips and slipping back down again. Spock's eyes closing in contentment, Jim repeating the motion again and again, rocking atop the Vulcan. Each time he lifted off further, lowered himself faster, steadily finding a rhythm, until he was riding Spock demandingly, the Vulcan grabbing Jim's hips harshly, primal grunts falling from his mouth.
Messily, Jim pressed his lips to Spock's, open mouthed, his movements growing rougher, faster, more needy, until he was slamming down onto Spock, the Vulcan thrusting up erratically beneath him as Jim repeated the mantra of "fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck."
Suddenly, Jim stopped, for a moment he ceased all movement before shudders began racking his body, "Spock," he cried as he came between them, the mess hot and sticky. Tensing in response to his release, Kirk grew tight around Spock, the added compression proving too much,
"Jim," Spock whispered, barely audible, grabbing the humans head and kissing the human as he came, riding out his orgasm with small upward movements. Jim allowed himself to collapse against his lover, gently nipping the tip of Spock's ear before he extricated himself, lying down next to the Vulcan, who pressed a chaste kiss to Jim's jawbone before gathering the human into his arms. They both took a minute for their breathing to return a normal pace before conversing.
"Wow," Jim said, smiling up at Spock. His head was resting on the Vulcan's chest and their legs were tangled together in the sheets. Spock looked down at him, feeling relaxed and content. Happy. Making no bid to conceal or control his emotions, he smiled languidly.
"I assume what just transpired means that you will, in fact, not be calling your friend Megan," Spock said, eyeing the black phone number scrawled across Jim's palm.
"Trust you to use big words after sex," Jim said, shaking his head, his good mood did not look depleted in the least. When Spock didn't respond, Jim too cast his gaze toward his hand. "I don't know..." he continued, doubtfully, "she was very flexible." Spock drew his eyebrows together before he heard Jim chuckle.
"Highly amusing," Spock said, reaching down, grasping Jim's wrist firmly and smudging the numbers with his fingers until they were unrecognisable. Jim smiled and made no move to pull his hand away. They lay there for a while, Spock playing idly with Jim's fingers, tracing patterns over his hands while Jim made small, humour filled attempts at conversation.
"Was that your first time?" Jim asked of Spock after a while, his voice softer and devoid of its usual teasing laughter.
"Yes," Spock confirmed looking down at the blonde, "I assume it was not yours." Spock smiled lightly, knowing Jim's reputation. Kirk laughed.
"God no," he said quietly. "But I'll tell you a secret," he murmured, "It was definitely the best. No competition."
"Not even the flexible redhead?" Spock questioned, slightly curious.
"Which one?" Jim asked, looking up to view Spock's unimpressed expression and laughing softly, before letting his head fall back to Spock's chest. "No Spock. Not her, not any of them. There's no competition, not even close."