During the short period of time where Spock wasn’t touching him, Jim let his lips curl into a lazy smile, showing the other that he has nothing to worry about. He won’t pass out from the heat or slap him away, ordering him to turn the thermostat down. He’ll be fine, just as long as Spock doesn’t leave him hanging like this; already half-hard in his pants and the entire upper half of his body glistening with perspiration. The hair on his forehead is already damp and messy, dangling in front of his bright blue eyes that are wholly focused on Spock. His heart stilled for an instant from the sight of him. Spock is glorious, unparalleled; all taut muscle under beautifully pale skin, fresh and unmarked unlike Jim’s own. His normally pristine hair sticks out at odd angles where Jim had clenched his fists. Eyes, dark and dangerous, pin him to the bed and render him immobile as they bore deep into his own
And then they are gone. A long sigh escapes the captain’s lips, murmuring quietly and enjoying the feel of the vulcan’s lips back on his skin. Cool hands brush over his stomach before catching him completely by surprise, seizing his hips while Spock dives changes his angle and latches onto a nipple, sucking hard on the sensitive nub. Jim whimpers, even more so when Spock’s hand comes to lay across his throat.
He enjoyed how slow Jim let him go, taking everything so slow, not just intercourse but the affection that was brewing between the two, their friendship, and feelings that were far beyond that as well. Spock needed time, and Jim understood that… There were so many things that Spock admired about him, it was the reason he had thanked him earlier… Thanked him for being his friend, for helping him and being the best man he could ever work with. He touched him softly, kissed him softly and let his lips and tongue work along the sensitive skin, his hands tracing muscle and throat, venturing as they wished and where Jim would let them.
He spent a few more minutes there at Jim’s chest before he drew in a breath and sat up, cheeks flushed green, looking down at Jim with passionate dark eyes. He wanted to go further, wanted to touch more of his captain, in places where it was private, kiss and feel his skin against his nose, cheek, and fingers. He sat up, slightly straddling his captain’s legs and let his hands begin to untie the sash around his robe, it was easy, and apart in short time. He let the robe hang open for his captain, but didn’t take it off fully, it just bunched around his legs and waist.
Jim’s curious blue gaze follows Spock as he removes his blessed mouth and rears back to rest on his calves. His high cheekbones have coloured heavily, accentuated by the thin sheen of perspiration that too coats Spock’s skin just as liberally as his own. That confusion soon vanishes and he hastily bites his lip to trap a moan, cursing mentally when Spock’s fingers pull the sash of his robe loose with practiced ease, revealing yet more creamy skin for Jim’s eyes to roam over and claim. However, they don’t wander for long. His eyes lock onto the vulcan’s inky black pupils, shockingly wide and impossibly dark, looking as if they’d gladly swallow him whole. His human heart thrums in his chest, enamoured by his lover’s wild stare with the slightest smile curving his lips. Spock can be devistatingly beautiful at times, more so when pinpricks of light reflect from his dampened skin, his own chest heaving just as badly as his captain’s.
The encouraging smile stays, even as Jim’s tentative hand brushes long fingers against defined muscles and slip into each of Spock’s curves, settling just above the rich curve of his hipbone. It’s alright, is what he silently tries to convey, periwinkle eyes flickering and his touch a gentle one against the gorgeous skin. Take this as slow as you want. Take what you need of me.
He leaned forward, hands sliding down Jim’s chest, coming around to the sides of his hips and down his legs. He loved his skin. He loved his muscular toned body, his chest and his neck, his lips and his eyes. He could get lost in him. Carried away with examining every inch of him, but he had something he wanted to do- both of them. And he let a smile flicker on his lips as he looked back and met the captain’s gaze.
He enjoys the warm hands, breathing down and felt his touch against his waist and hips, pulling him closer and touching him so tenderly that these things human’s call goosebumps arose on his pale skin. He removed the robe completely, without hesitation. He wanted to reveal himself, be vulnerable for once and not so hard and shielded with his lack of emotion. He was stripped of everything, gladly and completely for Jim. He let the robe be pushed off the bed and he slid his hands up Jim’s arms, then back down and to his hands, which could go anywhere they wanted, encouraged them to venture over the Vulcan’s skin and body which was completely uncovered.
McCoy was guiding with Spock’s hand, grip on the other’s wrist firm as his own fingers pushed and moved the Vulcan’s. He was like some marionette with how easily he could push and shift the fingers, almost as if they were his own. Kissing Spock was a nice little distraction. Mostly for the Vulcan, more so for Bones so that he didn’t get over excited and rush them.
As he slid his tongue into Spock’s mouth, he urged the fingers to press in further, wet and disappearing into the tight entrance. The groaning was a good sign, more than anything, just something they could latch onto as he pulled from the kiss to whisper gently against Spock’s mouth. “That’s it…no wiggle them for me..” He said softly, giving Spock butterfly touches of their lips.
He breathed heavily through his nose, eyes closing while Bones guided his fingers and hand, the grip gentle but tight around his wrist, making him go deeper, then pull back out, shifting slowly back and forth. He kissed him back, trying to concentrate on both things, the lips crashing against his with the tongue filling his mouth while his fingers filled his tight hole.
He grunted against his mouth, a low cat like growl coming from his throat when his fingers went in deeper. Gasping for air when their lips separated, he did as he was told by the cooing words of the doctor. His mouth was fixed open, long fingers curling ever so slightly inside him, wiggling and both pulling apart inside. “It’s…” He breathed, unable to form an actual sentence, “Doctor…”
“That’s it Spock, just a little more.” He murmured against the other’s lips guiding Spock more to open himself up for what’s to come. Jesus, it’s amazing their impatience from earlier isn’t screwing this up. McCoy has to focus hard though. Focus on the breathless way Spock pants against his lips, how he moans and coos because words are lost on him. How the lust in his eyes is a clear indication that Spock is way ready to move on and the flush of his cheeks, cute and green and heated against his pale skin is the most adorable/sexy thing in the world.
He presses another finger into Spock, urging the fingers to move as he watched the other’s expression closely. “Just a bit more.” He breathed, teasing that pointed ear of Spock’s with his mouth, licking and sucking at the other’s ear lobe, growling just slightly at the pleasure, his hands soothing against Spock’s flushed skin.
His mouth opens wider, fixed open with his eyes closed, even if McCoy’s mouth was pressed against his, he moaned, air caught in his throat as well as words or anything coherent other than sounds of pleasure. He wouldn’t want to wait much longer, another finger pressed inside him was enough to make him try to pound them in, he wanted more, he wanted to be filled, and later fill the doctor if permitted. He didn’t want this to end, not soon, not anytime soon tonight. “Doctor,” he whined, curling his fingers inside his warm body, feeling the plush walls being slicked with body fluids and the doctor’s saliva. He gave a few more whines, saying his name, trying to remain calm though he had never done this.. With his fingers, and being in his state like he had been for a while- made everything so much more electrifying.
He was knuckle deep, quivering where he lay under the other man, bringing his legs up a little and tried to push his fingers deeper, moaning hard into the air with the sensation of the tingle given by the tongue and teeth that were making contact with his sensitive ears.
The whine pushed him to continue and stop teasing him. Spock had been in what McCoy could only gather as a state of heat from observation. Not that he was analyzing his lover right now, it was more of an after thought, staring down at that blissed out expression and feeling the arousal reach into his mind like an invasion of his thoughts without actually melding with Spock. That’s new and odd and he’ll think about the short glimpsing spark of pleasure later.
“Okay, alright, now we’re going to put something else in there to make you feel much better.” He murmured in a soft, cooing tone as he tugged Spock’s fingers from his stretched hole and slicked his cock up as best as he could without any lubrication. He spread Spock’s legs open more, hands stroking his thighs gently as he slowly pushed his length inside, eyes watching the Vulcan as he settled inside, listening for sounds of discomfort to stop himself.
Spock didn’t know if he was trying or not. His mind was out of sorts, and had been for the whole week… This moment, these actions made him want to give into the urge to bond with the doctor through mind. To let him see inside his thought. His body was his, and he was so tempted to let him have his mind as well. Spock kept his eyes closed, also closing his mouth when it had gone dry- only to easily become wet, mouth watering at the things he was thinking, and the touches and words of the man who was so warm and close in front of him.
He pulled his fingers out, opening his intense chocolate eyes and promptly put the fingers that had been in him, in his mouth. He gave a small suck, staring at McCoy with no words, only intense feeling that he couldn’t hide any longer. Legs open wider, getting a rush of the cool air down below before the others hot and ready length pushed against the entrance, pushing in, filling him completely and slowly so he could get used to the feel. It didn’t hurt, it felt achingly good that he let out another whine and a moan. He moved his hands now, lacing them around McCoy’s neck, legs tightening a little, the human’s cock snug inside him, ready to move.
*Spock can even hardly remember what they were experimenting on, until he thought about it while the two were exchanging glances. He would be proven wrong, even if he was as stubborn as a mule when he thought he was right.* I trust you, both of you, that is obvious. *he looks at the both of them, feeling the hand on his arm*
Good. -Jim said as he stood at Spock’s other side, taking his hand to caress the skin, knowing full well how sensitive Spock was there. Of course the Vulcan had to know where they would be taking this experiment, he knew his Kirks after all. He caressed the long fingers with his own, slowly and suggestive.-
-With a slight smirk, Jim gently squeezes his arm, steeping closer to the half-vulcan as he rubs the muscle gently. Glancing over at the other man to see what tactic he’s executing, he smiles and rests his chin on Spock’s shoulder, enjoying the pleasant shivers going through the taller man as his fingers are stroked- Don’t overthink it, Spock. -He breathes into Spock’s ear, following the long upward curve into the elegant point with his tongue- We’ll do most of the work.
*At first he watched the older Kirk, what he was doing to his hand. He took in a deep breath and watched the smaller fingers graze over his own, sliding down slowly, sliding between them and up to the knuckles. How could he possibly overthink it, his mind was a fuzz of emotion and arousal already. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips tighter when his ear was touched with the tip of his captain’s tongue*
We’re adults, we can hold our own against you Spock. I’ve been up against your older counterpart, I’ve managed alright if I say so myself. -He grins easily.- I offer myself as well, can’t have science be stunted simply because there are no test subjects, it would be a waste.
See? There’s nothing to worry about. -He smiles too- Surely the Chief Science Officer wouldn’t let such an opportunity pass him by?
Of course not. You both are right so far there.
Of course we are Spock, we’re your Captain. -There’s a glance to young Jim, one he knows very well, seeing the sparkle in the blue eyes.- Let’s do this experiment, I’m very certain, you will soon agree with us.
-Letting the smile grow wider as he meets the other Captain’s darker eyes, Jim takes a few steps forward to gently take hold of Spock’s forearm, massaging it with the other to calm the vulcan’s nerves- He’s right. Just trust us, we won’t steer you wrong.
*Spock can even hardly remember what they were experimenting on, until he thought about it while the two were exchanging glances. He would be proven wrong, even if he was as stubborn as a mule when he thought he was right.* I trust you, both of you, that is obvious. *he looks at the both of them, feeling the hand on his arm*
*Shakes his head* No.
You will be disappointed I’m sure, and they are very private. I apologize I can’t give you any information upon that matter.
Yes, I am aware of that. I have considered that, yes, but I am capable of controlling myself, captain.
But are you really, Spock? You have enough trouble controlling yourself around just me. If you’re willing to put that Vulcan control to the test then I humbly offer myself to be part of the experiment.
Might be worth the experiment, but then again- I have been emotionally compromised more than once, and I don’t know whether it will be a good thing or bad thing if it happens again between the two of you.
We’re adults, we can hold our own against you Spock. I’ve been up against your older counterpart, I’ve managed alright if I say so myself. -He grins easily.- I offer myself as well, can’t have science be stunted simply because there are no test subjects, it would be a waste.
See? There’s nothing to worry about. -He smiles too- Surely the Chief Science Officer wouldn’t let such an opportunity pass him by?
Of course not. You bother are right so far there.
I beg to differ.I knew you’d agree with me Captain. -Smiles to Jim, and gives Spock an amused look.-Enlighten me, the both of you seem to think you have the advantage, maybe in numbers… Yes, but what makes you so sure? *He smirks*
Mister Spock, you’re challenging two very stubborn creative Captains who happen to be counterparts. And you don’t think it’s logical we will make you react…illogically?
Yes, I am aware of that. I have considered that, yes, but I am capable of controlling myself, captain.
But are you really, Spock? You have enough trouble controlling yourself around just me. If you’re willing to put that Vulcan control to the test then I humbly offer myself to be part of the experiment.
Might be worth the experiment, but then again- I have been emotionally compromised more than once, and I don’t know whether it will be a good thing or bad thing if it happens again between the two of you.
I beg to differ.I knew you’d agree with me Captain. -Smiles to Jim, and gives Spock an amused look.-Enlighten me, the both of you seem to think you have the advantage, maybe in numbers… Yes, but what makes you so sure? *He smirks*
Mister Spock, you’re challenging two very stubborn creative Captains who happen to be counterparts. And you don’t think it’s logical we will make you react…illogically?
Yes, I am aware of that. I have considered that, yes, but I am capable of controlling myself, captain.
Species: Half-Vulcan (paternal) Half-Human (maternal)
Affiliation: Starfleet, Vulcan Government
Posting: USS Enterprise science officer/first officer and commanding officer along with Federation Ambassador-at-Large
Rank: Lieutenant commander.
((RP blog ~ Star Trek ~ Zachary Quinto ~ Nothing is mine unless further noted ~ NFSW))
