Hey guys, been working on this one for a while. It was inspired by an RP I did years ago, and I just love the idea of Spock getting possessive over Jim when other people are interested in him :D
Hope you get some enjoyment out of this, don't be afraid to tell me if you did, much love xox
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"Vulcans do not dance, Captain."
Jim gave his first officer a sceptical look, "And I thought they didn't lie either."
Spock appeared only mildly offended as he managed to straighten his posture even further, "Allow me to rephrase; Vulcans do not dance like that," he insisted, nose held high.
Their next mission had come through from Starfleet command, and Jim couldn't say that he wasn't just a little bit excited about it. They were to beam down to the surface of the planet Hericore, known for it's enormous cities, all day and night entertainment, and the best nightclubs on this side of the galaxy. If New York was the city that didn't sleep, then Hericore was the planet that didn't sleep. Once planet-side, Jim, and whichever small band of fellow officers he had chosen to accompany him, were to blend in at a particular nightclub that had been reported as a meeting place to sell Federation intel. Their mission was to catch whoever was selling the info and hand them over to Starfleet Command. It seemed like a fairly straightforward mission, and Jim couldn't wait to dust off his dance moves, so far the hardest part had been trying to convince Spock to come with him.
"I never said that you had to, you just have to pretend. You keep look out, and I'll pull out enough moves for both of us," Jim proposed, close to pleading and bargaining with him.
Spock simply glared at his captain, clearly unimpressed and unconvinced.
Jim sighed in frustration, "C'mon, Spock, I need you with me on this one. The orders were clear; I need people that I trust, and are unlikely to get distracted, not to mention that your superior senses will come in handy to notice things the rest of us won't," he knew he was a smooth talker, but Spock was harder to crack than most.
"Since it is on Starfleet's orders, I shall accompany you, Captain," Spock said slowly, finally conceding after a hesitant few moments.
Jim's face bloomed into a wide grin, "Great! Thanks, Spock," he clapped Spock on his bicep. "Alright, I've already got Uhura, Mendex and Sodda gearing up, so we'd better get ready too, come back over when you're all set."
Spock had gone off to his own quarters to prepare, while Jim showered and dug into his wardrobe to find his nightclub outfits that were sadly buried at the bottom, untouched for some time.
Jim was just pulling his boots on over his tight leather pants when there was a buzz indicating someone was at his door, "Come in," he called out, assuming it would be Spock.
The Vulcan entered the Captain's quarters wearing all plain black pants and short sleeved shirt that had no character whatsoever, jacket folded over his arm. It was so close to the casual Starfleet black uniform that Jim sighed internally, Spock had clearly never even been close to a night club before - at least the jacket was nice.
Spock's steps halted the moment he caught sight of Jim dressed in his black fishnet t-shirt and form fitting leather pants, he'd even painted his nails black to match. His hair was looking perfectly bedraggled, and a thick metal chain with a metal circle in the middle sat flush against his throat, matching the one on his right wrist.
Spock's tongue darted out, just wetting his lips a little before retreating, "You look..."
"Hot? Thanks Spock," Jim winked at him, smirking to himself, pleased with the reaction he'd gotten from Spock. He may have been dressing to impress a particular Vulcan first officer since he might've been a little in love with him, but that was beside the point.
Spock didn't respond as he continued to stare, and Jim thought that maybe he'd short circuited Spock's magnificent brain. When he turned to go back to his wardrobe, he could feel Spock's eyes following him, and if he stuck his ass out a little more than necessary – possibly revealing the top of his thong - while rummaging, Spock didn't say anything. However, his eyes were nowhere near as calm as his outward appearance when Jim came back over to him and thrust a pair of black skinny jeans at his first officer.
"Here, put these on," Jim instructed, hands on his hips as Spock took the garment hesitantly.
"You believe these to be more appropriate than what I am currently wearing?" he questioned, eyeing the pants with uncertainty.
"Yes, and…" Jim moved forward in Spock's space, and fussed with the sleeves of his shirt, folding them up a few times, Jim shrugged as he stepped away, "that's better, shame it's not a v-neck though, to show off some of that chest hair...anyway, put the pants on."
Jim glimpsed a raised eyebrow before he did the courteous thing and turned around, waiting for Spock to change - it was probably the closest he'd ever get to undressing the Vulcan in his quarters.
"The confined design of this garment reduces flexibility by eighteen percent," Spock commented some seconds later, and Jim assumed that meant he was done.
Jim turned around, and anything that he'd been about to say was suddenly gone from his mind as he took in the sight that was his strikingly gorgeous first officer. When words returned to him, he managed, "Wow...yeah, much better," that outfit was going in the spank bank.
Spock looked doubtful, but didn't complain, "In that case, thank you for correcting my attire, Captain, I shall return them to you after our mission is complete."
"Anytime, Spock," Jim told him, refraining from also telling the Vulcan that he should keep the pants and wear them when they hung out off duty, "we should meet up with the others in the transporter room, if you're ready then?"
"Affirmative," Spock nodded, before following Jim out of the Captain's quarters.
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It was already evening when they beamed down to the biggest city on Hericore; Utopican City. Scotty was able to place the team down in a back alley almost right behind the night club that they needed to get into.
The group passed security easy enough to discover that the establishment was teaming with people of all species and genders, the smell of sweat, alcohol, and desire hung heavy in the air. The music was loud enough that the bass thumped in your chest, and the multi-coloured lights strobed over the giant dance floor.
The nightclubs on Hericore were decked out with almost any alcohol you could think of, and the facilities accommodated most species and genders from supplying special earbuds and glasses to those more sensitive folk, to bathrooms that had cubicles to suit everyone. They had truly thought of everything, to the point that they even had a corridor that led off of the dance floor to a row of small hotel-like rooms for when things got too heated between couples on the dance floor.
Jim stood near the bar and took a deep breath in, only to exhale with an exaggerated, "Ahhh," a grin blooming on his face; the familiarity of a place like this made him oddly nostalgic for his pre-Starfleet days. He elbowed Spock, who was glancing around, lips pursed in a thin line, hands clasped tightly behind his back.
"Loosen up, Spock, this is going to be fun," he told his first officer.
"I doubt that very much, Captain, and need I remind you that we are here on a mission, not to have fun," Spock responded curtly.
Jim rolled his eyes, "Spock, we're under cover; it's Jim," he reminded him, "I'm gonna get a drink, want one?"
"No, and you should not either."
"It's called blending in, you should try it," Jim retorted, then pointed to Sodda who was already chatting up a group of Gorgarians, "see, the rest of the crew is blending in," after a moment Spock relaxed his posture minutely, and brought his hands to his sides. Jim sighed, "Well, it's a start."
Jim and Spock stood at the bar for a while, observing the patrons of the club as Jim knocked back a couple of drinks. They both had to refuse advances by club-goers, and eventually the desire to get on the dance floor and bust out some moves got the better of Jim.
"Come dance with me," Jim requested, a twinkle in his eye that only slightly faded when the Vulcan merely glared at him. So he rephrased, "Okay, come stand on the dance floor with me while I dance…please?"
If Vulcans rolled their eyes, Jim was sure that Spock would have in the moment before he begrudgingly agreed to accompany Jim to the dance floor full of writhing bodies.
Jim made sure to stay on the outer circle of dancers so that they could still people watch, and to make Spock feel slightly more comfortable than if he was surrounded by a bunch of sweaty, half naked strangers. Once they picked a spot, Jim closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath, letting the beat of the music flow through him, and then he started to move.
In the beginning Jim stayed a respectable distance from his first officer, but the longer he danced, the closer he got, ending up right up in Spock's space, his moves increasingly more dirty until he was basically rubbing himself on the Vulcan. Jim was sure that the tips of Spock's ears were tinted green, but it was diffcult to tell in the lighting.
He was one hundred percent sure that what he was doing was inappropriate as Spock's Captain, but oddly enough Spock hadn't protested since he'd let Jim drag him to the dance floor. He still looked a bit stiff, but he was swaying a little at least.
Of course, being a great dancer meant that he caught the attention some other dancers who wanted Jim to grind on them instead of Spock. He turned them all down – regardless of why they were there or Spock's distaste for clubs, Jim couldn't even consider the prospect of leaving Spock to dance with someone else – but of course there was one guy who just wouldn't get the message.
"This guy doesn't look that interested, but I can guarantee you that I am," the stranger, covered in patches of green hair – fur? – told Jim as his large gold eyes undressed him.
"No, thanks, I'm happy dancing with him," Jim declined, turning back to Spock, intending to get a little closer to the Vulcan to demonstrate his words.
The guy gripped Jim's shoulder, clearly not satisfied with that answer. Jim rolled his shoulder to shake off his unwanted touch, "Dude, I'm not interested."
"C'mon, baby, I know you'd like the moves I've got to show you," he pressed himself against the back of Jim and moved his hips.
Jim immediately stepped away from him, ready to say something – he was getting really annoyed now - but Spock beat him to it.
"He told you no, please leave us alone now," the Vulcan warned him, tone dangerous, fist clenched - if he were fully human Spock would've been vibrating with anger.
"What do you care, you're clearly not interested…" the stranger brushed off Spock, then addressed Jim again, "C'mon I'm way more fun than tall, dark, and boring here," it was then that he made a fatal move to touch Jim again.
A blur of black crossed Jim's vision, and then the guy was sprawled on the ground, split lip bleeding blue blood and already swelling.
"Shit," Jim grabbed Spock's wrist and dragged him from the dance floor, it took some effort though because Spock was very obviously ready to knock the guy out if he got back up.
Some sort of primitive instinct had been brought forth in Spock's brain, and Jim needed to defuse his Vulcan before they got thrown out for fighting. He led Spock toward the dimly lit corridor full of doors and pressed his palm to the payment pad of the first empty room they came to. Jim tugged Spock inside behind him and locked the door, shutting out a good portion of the noise from the rest of the club. Spock looked agitated, like he was ready to go back out there and finish what he started.
"What the hell, Spock? What's gotten into you?"
"He should not have touched what is mine," the fire was still burning in Spock's eyes as they focused on Jim, his breathing was also laboured, nostrils flared, and chest heaving.
Jim cocked an eyebrow Spock style, and asked, "What did he touch of yours?" Jim felt he knew the answer already, but he wanted Spock to say it.
"You."
A smirk bloomed on Jim's face, while hope rose in his chest, and desire sparked up his spine, "Is that so?"
"Affirmative," Spock confirmed aggressively, not an ounce of hesitation in his voice.
Jim's grin widened as he stepped into Spock's space, "So, by that logic, Mr Spock, if I am yours, then you must be…mine?"
It was clear then that Spock had suddenly realised what had happened, and what he'd said. He sobered quickly, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, "I-I..."
"Are you mine, Spock?" Jim glanced at lush lips then back at his eyes.
"Captain...Jim...I..."
"It's a simple question, Spock," he licked his lips and Spock's brown gaze followed the organ like a hawk having spotted its prey. His eyes flicked back up to bright blue ones, and the heat in them was enough to send a shiver down Jim's spine, hardly knowing how he was still holding out on kissing his first officer.
"Yes," Spock finally replied, voice little more than a whisper.
"Good...prove it," Jim tucked two fingers into the waistband of Spock's jeans and tugged him close their bodies colliding, imitating their lips as they joined in a searing kiss. Their hands were everywhere at once, gripping hips, caressing backs, sliding into short hair, pawing butts. Jim never wanted anyone else's hands on him ever again after feeling those thin, dextrous digits touch him like that.
Spock's hands gripped under Jim's ass and easily lifted him, Jim automatically wrapped his legs around a narrow waist, and Spock walked them to the bed. Jim felt them tilt and then his back hit the mattress and his fingers drove into thick, dark hair, still kissing the Vulcan wildly, praying desperately that this wasn't just a fantastic dream.
Spock's mouth migrated from Jim's, along his jaw, and down his neck, kissing and biting, leaving Jim panting harshly and making little pleased noises.
"We should not be doing this," Spock admitted, voice rough, but he didn't stop, only found his way to Jim's chest, where he flicked his tongue against a taut nipple through his mesh shirt.
"Hhggnnn, Spock, I swear to god if you give me some bullshit about duty right now after literally just telling me that we belong to each other…I'm going to punch you," Jim threatened, body writhing under Spock's increasingly pleasant ministrations.
"There are a few reasons why we should not become intimate with each other, one of which is duty," Spock confirmed, but his actions were more of a testament to his following sentence, "however I find that I no longer possess the willpower to care about any of those reasons."
"Thank fuck…I've…I've wanted this for a long time," Jim admitted somewhat timidly compared to his confidence a moment ago.
Spock's eyes flicked back to his own, and they stared at each other long enough that Jim begun to worry that he'd said the wrong thing. Instead the Vulcan confessed, "So have I."
Jesus, he knew how long he'd been pining over Spock, but how long had the Vulcan wanted him for? "Shit, Spock, you got any more truth bombs you want to drop on me tonight?"
"Vulcans self-lubricate."
Jims eyes widened, "Not really what I meant, but granted it's useful information that I didn't previously know."
"I thought it relevant to our current situation," Spock's eyes moved down over Jim's body as he spoke.
"Logical as ever," Jim chuckled. He sobered then, a cheeky glint in his eyes as he wriggled his hips enticingly, "Well, c'mon then, I think we've both waited long enough, Mr Spock."
They moved their heads in at the same time to kiss each other, a new frenzy washing over them. Spock's hands pushed up the mesh of Jim's shirt to get to the clasp of his leather pants, and then slipped his fingers in the opening and palmed Jim's still clothed erection – if you could call the flimsy, soft lace front of his thong 'cloth'.
The fingers Jim had in Spock's hair tightened their grip when Spock touched him so blatantly, "Mmmnff, Spock," Jim moaned, biting his lower lip and half believing that this was just one of the fantasies he indulged in alone in his quarters with his first officer right next door.
The longer Spock's hand pleased him, the more Jim arched into the touch, and his own hands begun to wander down Spock's body. They left his shirt for now, not wanting those digits to stop touching him, so Jim learnt the feel of Spock's shoulder and back muscles through the black material as he made his way down to Spock's borrowed jeans.
Goddamn, Spock's ass was firm, and fit perfectly in his two hands. He couldn't resist giving it a couple of good squeezes before sliding ten fingers around to the front, just as eager to get into Spock's pants.
"These pants are quite restrictive, I cannot fathom why you would own such an item," Spock commented distractedly, cheeks faintly green. Jim's thumb tracing the outline of his sizable erection clearly had the desired effect, besides making Jim's mouth water, and sending a flash of heat between his legs.
"Because they're hot, Spock, and I've wanted to take them back off you since I put you in them," Jim answered, finally popping open the button and undoing the zipper as he spoke. Grabbing hold of the waistband he tugged them down over jutting hipbones with Spock's underwear, setting his cock free – fuck, this was really happening.
"Ah, I see, you find them worth the constriction as you believe that they increase your attractiveness whilst wearing them," Spock confirmed as he helped Jim rid him of the tight jeans.
"Oh, I don't think, Spock, I know they do…maybe I'll demonstrate later," Jim offered, but it was his turn to be distracted.
His eyes had found Spock's deep green, ridged length, glistening with what he presumed was the lubricant the Vulcan had mentioned earlier, and a couple of pearls of precome at the tip. He licked his lower lip subconsciously, he could hardly wait to feel that inside of him, his cock twitched in Spock's hand in agreement.
"You are pleased by what you see," Spock stated, a certain smugness to the words.
Jim was impressed that Spock had read his body language so well, how long had Spock been learning what his little tells meant?
"I want you, Spock, I want this-" he slid his palm up Spock's erection, perfectly gliding over the ridges with the lubricant's help, "inside me, badly."
"Nghk," Spock's eyes rolled back momentarily, and when they refocused on his Captain there was a dark fire in them that made Jim shiver excitedly.
Ten thin fingers quickly wormed their way into the back of Jim's pants, bringing them down at the same time to uncover his bare ass.
"Oh," it was almost inaudible, but Jim caught it.
"You can take them off if you don't like them," Jim told him, unsure of Spock's reaction.
Spock easily peeled the pants off the rest of the way, and then rolled Jim onto his side to inspect the backside better, "Do you usually wear these types of undergarments?"
Jim shrugged, awkwardly because of his position, "When I feel like it, they're particularly good for tight pants though."
Spock traced the strap that went along his crack with the tip of his finger, it was oddly sensual and arousing, "And you engage in intercourse while still wearing them?"
"Sometimes, if the other person is also into it," Jim answered, hoping Spock would be one of those people now they were talking about it.
"I see, and I would just…push this strap aside…and…" he did just that, finger going between the cheeks this time, ghosting over Jim's furled hole.
Jim squirmed, a little whimper escaping his throat, "Mhmm, yeah. Only if you want to though…" fuck, Jim needed Spock inside him like yesterday.
Spock's hand left his behind entirely and Jim tried not to be disappointed, but it was short lived as the finger returned to his hole, slick and rubbing incessantly, "You will ruin them."
"A-a-ah, yeah mm…that's kinda the point, Spock," Jim informed him, imagination already getting carried away thinking about coming in his lacy thong while Spock fucked him senseless.
"You misunderstand, I was not concerned, I was stating that you will indeed ruin them this evening," Spock corrected him, voice deeper than normal.
Jim cried out as Spock's finger breached him at the end of his sentence, "Fuck, Spock, you're full of surprises today."
"And I would be led to believe that you like surprises as each one has had a positive reaction," the rest of his finger pushed in and started slipping in and out of Jim's hole.
"Maybe I just like you," Jim suggested in a sultry voice.
He rolled onto his front when Spock removed his finger to add a second one, allowing him to spread his legs further for the Vulcan.
Spock's breath hitched as two thin fingers eased their way into Jim's entrance, and it was then that Jim remembered about Vulcans and the extra sensitivity in their hands. What must this be doing to Spock?
Jim craned his neck back over his shoulder to glimpse the Vulcan, who was flushed a most spectacular shade of green across sharp cheek bones, along the curve and tips of his pointed ears, and down his neck creeping into his shirt. That shirt needed to be gone, Jim regretted leaving it earlier, instead he used his mind's eye to picture taut green nipples sticking through the neat spread of black hair.
"Doing alright?"
"You are extremely pleasing to view and touch, Jim," Spock disclosed, voice rougher than normal.
Trust Spock to answer the question indirectly, but it was an answer, a very satisfying one at that. If knowing how much this was affecting Spock didn't boost his ego nothing would.
"The same is very true of you too," Jim replied honestly before gasping as three digits spread him open.
Hips cantered so that his ass was a little off the bed, his full cock gained a little friction on the covers through his thin thong as those fingers fucked him well. Moaning, Jim chased the friction, rubbing forward against the mattress, and back onto long fingers.
"O-oh," Spock inhaled and exhaled sharply when Jim thrust himself back as hard and far onto Vulcan digits as possible.
He may, or may not have done that for both of their benefit.
"I-" Spock cleared his throat, "I believe you are ready," he announced, removing his fingers from Jim's behind.
The emptiness left behind needed to be filled, and Jim knew exactly what he needed to fill it.
The first thing Jim did after flipping onto his back was divest Spock of his shirt, throwing it to the floor so that he could lay eyes on a chest that made him want to do everything from lay his head on it, to play with those erect green nubs.
For the first time, Spock was entirely naked in front of him. God damn, Spock was fucking gorgeous, he wanted to learn every single line and curve, every single blemish and freckle that the Vulcan had. Jim wanted to know him better than he knew himself, but he was also desperate to know him biblically, and right at that moment, biblically won.
Jim's legs fell open, inviting the Vulcan between them. Spock immediately fell on him, hungrily crushing their mouths together as his hands grasped Jim's thighs, lifting them around his waist. Then there was a slick, blunt heat pushing at his entrance, and Jim's heart hammered in anticipation.
Jim felt every ridge of Spock's cock slip past his rim as the Vulcan he was in love with entered him for the first time. He'd waited so long for this, and it felt even better than he could have ever imagined.
"Are you alright?" Spock asked when Jim was full of him.
"You're perfect, so perfect," Jim babbled, heart eyed.
A tension seemed to leave Spock, as if he'd been concerned about something – perhaps his slightly different physiology – but Jim had clearly put his mind at ease. He didn't move though, it was courteous of him, but this wasn't Jim's first rodeo.
"Spock…" he waited until deep brown eyes met his blue ones, then sounding as needy as he felt, he requested, "fuck me…please?"
Jim watched Spock's pupils dilate, witnessing black flame engulf brown until only thin rings of colour remained. Spock curled a finger into the metal circle of Jim's choker, pulling the metal tight on Jim's skin, but not going any further. Instead he used it to hold Jim still as he pulled out, and slammed back in, those ridges really giving something extra to the motion.
Jim's eyes rolled back, and he moaned wantonly as Spock repeated the action again, and again. The heat pooled in Jim's groin so fast that he was worried that he was going to blow his load already. Thankfully, Spock slowed down…really slowed down.
It was on the withdrawal that he took his time, pulling the top half of his body back to watch where he disappeared inside Jim. It was kind of hot that Spock was watching it, but then Jim realised that there was a reason for it.
Right as the lowest ridge on Spock's cock passed his rim, Spock slowed down so far that he damn near stopped. It meant that Jim felt it drag against his sensitive skin for a long couple of seconds.
"Uuhhn," the little choked noise left his throat before he even knew it was there.
"Mmm, I observed that you particularly enjoyed this upon entry," Spock explained, letting the next ridge slip out.
"A-ah."
"And it seems to be even more effective in reverse."
The final ridge made Jim squirm, black fingernails digging into the covers, and he whined, "Fuuuuck, Spooock."
"You are such a stunning creature," Spock told him quietly, was that awe Jim saw on his face?
The comment made Jim's heart swell, and he had an overwhelming desire to kiss the Vulcan.
Catching Spock unaware, Jim managed to unhook his legs and push Spock down onto his back, his own body following, allowing gravity to bring their lips together. Jim found Spock's erection easily and sank back down on it, feeling it go deep due to the angle.
He moaned into the kiss, and then started rolling his hips, teeth nipping Spock's lower lip, eventually drawing it out, only to dive back in to re-join their mouths. Spock's hands quickly relocated to Jim's ass, helping to move him up and down on the green cock, nails sure to leave little half moon marks in the cheeks.
"Jim, oh, Jim," Spock groaned breathlessly.
Hearing his name like that, from that mouth, did things to Jim. He couldn't remember ever being so turned on in his life, and it only spurred him on to move faster, take Spock deeper. Jim straightened his back, and properly used his legs to help him bounce in Spock's lap. One hand curled in dark chest hair, while the other grasped a sharp hip.
The heat was building fast again, his leaking cock was straining against the lace of his thong, providing that tiny bit of friction that would end up pushing him over the edge. Mouth hanging open, Jim threw his head back panting.
"Ah, fuck, mmnnn," god he was so close, it felt so good, so, so good, "I-I-I'm…"
Spock sat up so fast that Jim didn't even realise until there was a finger in the metal ring of his choker again, bringing his attention to nearly black eyes, and a hand squeezing his cock.
"Ruin them," he growled darkly.
Liquid fire ran down Jim's spine into his groin, and he came instantly, a wordless scream leaving his mouth, black nails clawing into green tinted skin. Then next moment he was filled with Spock's hot seed as the Vulcan pushed deep inside him with a guttural cry.
When the orgasmic fog had cleared, Spock was once again on his back, and Jim was laying half on top of him, head on his chest, one leg tangled with one of Spock's, ruined thong discarded to the floor.
"Fuck, that was incredible," Jim professed, lazy smile on his face.
"Indeed, it was," Spock agreed, sounding just as fucked as Jim.
Something niggled at Jim though, and while he was fairly certain that they'd established something solid between them, he couldn't help but to say, "Hey, no take-backsies once we're back on the ship either, mister."
Spock raised an eyebrow, "Take-backsies?"
"Yeah," Jim kissed around forest green nipples, to hide his anxiety, "you're not allowed to take all of this back and tell me we can't be together once the mission is over."
"I assure you that will not happen, Jim. Vulcans do not lie; my heart and soul are yours, t'hy'la," Spock punctuated the words with a kiss to Jim's hair.
Jim melted at Spock's words, put at ease by them. Though despite having studied a bit of the Vulcan language, he had to confess that didn't know that last word.
"What does t'hy'la mean? I've never heard it before…" Jim queried, shifting to look at the Vulcan's face.
Before Spock had a chance to answer however, Jim's communicator chirped, and he scrambled to find it among the clothes that were strewn about the floor.
"Kirk here."
"Captain, where are you?" it was Uhura – shit.
"Um, chasing down a lead…" he lied, chewing on the tip of his thumb.
"Well, when you're done with that, we've apprehended a suspect, we're taking him back to the Enterprise for questioning," she told him, clearly not convinced, but also not saying anything about what she thought Jim was actually doing.
"Great work! I'll - we'll be right behind you," Jim told her, watching Spock pick up his discarded clothes and methodically redress himself.
"Is Mister Spock with you?"
"Yep, be there soon, Lieutenant," he answered quickly then cut communication, "Kirk out."
"Mission successful…?" Jim announced sheepishly.
"It would seem so, with no help from us," Spock commented, not seeming as concerned about the situation as Jim would have expected after ditching the mission and fucking his Captain instead.
"I can't bring myself to feel bad about that if I'm honest," Jim admitted as he sauntered over to the Vulcan, in nothing but his mesh shirt, "I got you; that's infinitely better," he declared as he leant in, soundly kissing Spock.
"While I am inclined to agree with you, and continue this back to the bed, we must return to the Enterprise promptly," though it seemed his resolve was as thin as Jim's since he kissed the Human directly after finishing his sentence.
"You're right…" Jim kissed him again, then stepped away reluctantly, "until later then, and you can tell me what t'hy'la means."
"It is what you are to me," Spock informed him simply, eyes following his Captain as Jim picked up his clothes.
"Which is?" Jim asked, stepping into his leather pants, tugging them up and fastening them.
Spock was in front of Jim when he looked up again. There was a tenderness in his eyes as he reached for Jim's hand, resting his pointer and middle finger against the same on Jim's hand.
"Friend, brother, and lover…everything."
