FIC: Stumble
They stumble inside the small hotel room, panting hotly against each other’s mouths in the warm darkness, pre-heated for Vulcan norms. The door wavers and remains open, sensors noting the two bodies stumbling over the threshold. Someone hits the manual close, screens promising scenery light the room as zippers are undone, and Spock’s shirt is whipped over his head. Jim accepts the invasion of Spock’s tongue and the coarse rasp of his lips clashing into his own. When they break for air his mouth is swollen, sensitive, buzzing with awakened nerves.
“You’re going to screw me until I can’t see straight,” he whispers between desperate kisses. A thumb caresses his wet lower lip and he laves Spock’s thumb and knuckles with his tongue, lost in sensation. “Then I’m going to suck on your ears until you’re begging me to fuck you into the mattress, and then - oh, shit,” he suddenly whimpers, throwing his head back hard against the doorframe as Spock sucks along his throat. He feels flushed arousal, cock throbbing as a hand slides between jeans and skin and grips his ass cheek like it’s a ripe fruit.
“And then we shall repeat the exercise,” Spock finishes in a low ragged voice. Jim’s reply is a groan.
He strokes Spock’s erection through the Vulcan’s open fly before pulling away to take off his ratty white t-shirt, the city nightlights from the screens swirling over their flesh. He doesn’t remember now why they wear so much when they both know it’s always going to end up like this, them, here, naked.
The cotton of his briefs stretches across his hardness, soft and damp. His pants slide further down his thighs with each roll of their hips. When Spock pins him against the nearby wall, solid and warm, Jim surrenders with a breathless moan and opens his legs, lets the jeans pool at his ankles. Seeing Spock on his knees in front of him sends a thrill through him, sharp and electric. The flat of that Vulcan tongue bathes his navel, dips into the grooves of his hipbones and then he’s hissing in pleasure, eyes closing as the world becomes Spock’s lips, pressed against the tip and curving to suck him into that hot slippery mouth.
“No,” he gasps, not wanting to cum like this. Jim drags Spock up and holds him close, lets their skin communicate as their thighs spoon and knees kiss. He breathes in the dry smell at the crook of Spock’s neck, the mustiness of arousal, the salt tang of his own sweat and sex. The kiss starts gentle but deepens quickly as Spock discards his usual finesse and draws Jim closer, hands possessively trapping his bondmate in his arms.
A quick spin and then Jim’s stumbling, ankles caught in his shucked jeans. They fall hard and graceless in a tangle, barely managing to tumble onto the daybed. Jim kicks the jeans off, caught up in the oral communication of lips tongue and teeth. In what is becoming an increasingly familiar pose, he is flat on his back with Spock leaning over him, looking dangerous. He keens wordlessly, arching up as Spock’s hip rocks back against his and feels his sweat dampening the couch.
“Please be precise.” Spock rumbles in a relatively normal tone, his condition betrayed only by dark eyes fluttering in ecstasy when Jim leans up to catch a hand with his hungry mouth.
Backlit by the sweeping views of a foreign metropolis, Spock is revealed under low blue lights, the light smattering of hair over the torso tapering towards the navel, leading to his flushed cock, dark with desire - Jim moans as he thrust his hardness into Spock’s thigh, feet flat on the mattress. Aroused warmth floods his limbs, thick with white-hot anticipation. Would Spock talk dirty and suck, nibble and lick at his ear until Jim developed an inappropriate fetish for that part of his anatomy? Maybe he’ll fuck Jim with his fingers, twisting and curling in his hole until it’s slick and easy, leave him a writhing mess just for the hell of it. Maybe it’ll go his way and Spock will hold him open as he fucks him, hands bruising the thighs and Jim will come like that, head thrown back, feet clenching at air.
Spock guides Jim’s hand to curl at his nape. He’s distracted by Spock’s lips, drunk on sensation as his cock slit rubs along a hard thigh and doesn’t notice anything has changed until Spock straddles his hips, and a hand is stroking him, slicking him. Spock slides down his aching cock, breathing out of his nostrils and Jim gasps for air then pushes up on instinct. It isn’t expected but the sight of Spock’s face, eyes half-closed in concentration, is too hot to ignore. Jim whines into the kiss as Spock pulls his hands over his head roughly.
Jim throws his head back, hands fisting as he tries to wrench them away, and grunts through his cock being ridden like some glorified sex toy. He stares up, mouth open with insensible noises, the daybed damp with sweat. Spock meets his gaze, flushed and aroused and very much in control. Every muscle in Jim’s body strains with frustrated lust as he aches to fuck upwards, to topple Spock onto the floor and slide between firm thighs and slam in, run hands along those hips, palm Spock’s cock and flick his thumb over the tip, along the ridge -
Like this, Spock whispers in his head - images and sensations overlap, their writhing bodies coiled together on the cold hard floor as his hips snap forward and his wrist aches from fisting Spock’s cock, fast and out of control and so fucking good.
Spock gives a soft strangled cry and thrusts against his stomach, fingers loosening enough for Jim to pull free. Clutching at his lover, Jim arches up and comes with a silent shout against his lover’s mouth, lost in the rush of bliss as everything else disappears.
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A/N: a bit pissed at the moment at LJ as I attempt to edit my entry for the THIRD TIME to add the link to the art which inspired it!! KNEW this would happen -- I start added links and usernames and then BAMB the encoding deletes everything else!!
AMAZING Art be HERE by latenightarting and jou (I don't dare make these names usernames, for some reason my LJ takes offense to that and deletes the contents of my entries when I do that)
I did say I'd do fic, this one is a fragment, as I did it for Ship Wars and there was a 1000word limit