FIC: [Star Trek: Reboot] Space Pollen Has Nothing On This
Rating: R
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Warning: Un-beta'd
Also, this is pretty much just pure silliness. Love deep, angsty K/S, but this is not that. I took the ST fic tropes I liked and ran with them.
Kirk groaned as he opened his eyes. What did he remember? Hmm…formal dinner, avoided a diplomatic situation by not hitting on the ambassador, even though she did have nice tentacles, and then…
There had been a fight, he was sure of that. There was no way he and Spock could have gone down as easily as he thought he remembered, simply being jumped and knocked out as they walked from the palace to the garden after dinner. Spock! He was-
Kirk jerked up, looking around the room for his first officer, which was a bad idea. He winced and rubbed his temple. And as it turned out, it was mostly unnecessary. The cell was barely big enough for the two of them: they were lying side-by-side. And besides that…he held up his right arm, and something jingled.
“We have been handcuffed to each other,” Spock supplied. Kirk started. The Vulcan was lying prone with his eyes closed, looking serene despite the green bruise spreading across one cheek.
“What?” Kirk said, still trying to catch up.
“I regained consciousness 3.2 minutes earlier than you, Captain. Our captors have not made themselves known. Otherwise,” Spock indicated the cell with his own manacled hand. “There seems to be no entrance or exit to this room. I suspect we are being monitored remotely.”
Kirk nodded, still baffled. This was a Federation planet, and had been for years. The people were a little odd, occasionally a little too friendly, but there was no unrest that he knew of. “So what do we do?” He’d gotten used to asking Spock for advice, so used to it that he barely had to ask anymore, just look over his shoulder and Spock would fill him in on the situation. Even still, it had only been a few months, and there was still an element of coolness between them. It frustrated Kirk in a way he couldn’t quite name, feeling that it somehow wasn’t right.
“I-“ Spock actually looked hesitant. “I am not sure. There is no one to attack, we are unarmed, and this room is completely secure. I would be surprised if we were able to beam out of here, it is likely cloaked in some way.”
Kirk felt like punching something. “They could have at least left us a few holos or a-a board game.”
“I doubt our entertainment was our captor’s goal,” Spock answered, closing his eyes again.
“Are you just going to go to sleep?” Kirk demanded.
“Unnecessary exertion would be illogical,” Spock said, eyes still closed. “It would be best to save our strength for the eventual appearance of our enemies. It is likely that they will come to gloat over our situation, or at the very least to bring us food. I would suggest that you do the same. This is a small area, and your movements will only make it seem smaller.”
Kirk could think of no reply to that. He ground his fist into his palm and looked around the cell wildly, trying to see if there was any opening. They were completely featureless, as far as he could tell. This cell was tiny, and it was getting uncomfortably warmer with the combined body heat of a human and a Vulcan. Probably he likes it, Kirk thought spitefully at Spock. There was a tiny hissing sound from a far corner of the room, where a just-appeared nozzle was releasing something into the room. Kirk leapt for it without thinking, only to have Spock’s weight on his arm send him crashing back down to the floor. “Damn it!” he yelled as the device retreated back into the wall. “What is that?”
“I do not know,” Spock said. “It may be a sedative.” They waited. Nothing. “I find it very frustrating to be locked in such close quarters with you,” he continued abruptly, as a strange look crossed his face.”
“Yeah, well, back at you,” Kirk shot back. “You don’t make it easy on me, you know. Your older self gave me all kinds of…stuff…in my head, and I have these weird dreams all the time and-“ His mouth went dry. Why was he saying all this stuff? It felt like he had to, but-
“I am also feeling the urge to speak continuously. Yes, you did say that out loud. Perhaps this is what it is like to be you all the time,” Spock said at the same time as his eyes widened in shock at his own words. “I mean to say-“
“I didn’t know you could get flustered, Spock,” Kirk said.
“I think that drug was an inhibition lowering substance,” Spock finished weakly. “You are sweating.”
Kirk licked his lip, tasting salt. It was…really hot in here. “Um. Maybe it was more than an inhibition lowering substance.”
“Indeed.” Then Spock kissed him. Their lips met in a crush that was not at all accidental, and Kirk couldn’t help his muffled moan. He had been intrigued by his first officer, sure, and infuriated more times than he could count, and had become reliant on him, but this-he’d barely let himself think about this. It was like a dam burst inside his head, and he could hear the older Spock saying, Jim! like a drowning man, in that cave. Memories were flooding him, but not his memories. He saw himself, older, different, and Spock-the other Spock-saving each other’s lives, laughing (Spock laughing?), playing chess, and…a lot more than that. He pressed himself against Spock and licked his ear, something else he didn’t remember, and enjoyed his gasp. Then, from the memories or from something else, he reached down and connected the first two fingers of his chained hand to Spock’s.
Kirk had known Vulcans were touch-telepaths, but he found he really had no idea what that mean until this. A channel of sensation opened up between them, and Kirk could felt the memory of Spock’s rage against him on the bridge, white-hot, the grudging admiration that had been slowly turning to something else, the shock of the other Spock’s memories.
Above it all though, he could feel Spock’s arousal. And he knew that Spock could feel his. Kirk kissed him harder, and bit his lip. It was getting harder to tell who was doing or feeling what, and no matter what he did to Spock, or what Spock did to him, he felt both of their reactions at once. It was almost too much, and he had to close his eyes to keep from thinking he was in two places at once. He shoved his leg in between Spock’s, needing the friction, and Spock was sliding his hands under Kirk’s shirt, so hot.
They both came at that, their orgasms echoing and reflecting each other through their touch. Kirk thought he wasn’t so much moaning as screaming in ecstasy, and the entire room seemed to be shaking.
He opened his eyes, trying to catch his breath, not wanting to break contact with Spock, and realized the room was shaking.
Then the wall exploded. Kirk could hear Scotty’s voice, “I told you dynamite would work,” and spared just a moment from pulling himself back together to share an exasperated look with Spock.
~~~
In Sickbay, Jim hoped that Bones would think the bruises around his neck and collarbone were from the explosion, but Bones’ sardonic look told him he wasn’t fooled.
“As far as we can tell,” Bones said, “It’s a planet that values interpersonal harmony, and they thought you and Spock could use a little alone time. You know, work out your issues.”
“So they dosed us with an aphrodisiac?” Jim demanded before he could stop himself.
Bones snorted. “The only thing you were dosed with was a mild truth serum.”
Jim leapt from the biobed. “What?” he meant to roar, but it came out as more of a squeak. He didn’t give Bones a chance to respond. “I’d better go and- debrief my first officer.”
He didn’t look back at Bones, and Bones didn’t stop laughing for a long time.
Written for the Battle!
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Warning: Un-beta'd
Also, this is pretty much just pure silliness. Love deep, angsty K/S, but this is not that. I took the ST fic tropes I liked and ran with them.
Kirk groaned as he opened his eyes. What did he remember? Hmm…formal dinner, avoided a diplomatic situation by not hitting on the ambassador, even though she did have nice tentacles, and then…
There had been a fight, he was sure of that. There was no way he and Spock could have gone down as easily as he thought he remembered, simply being jumped and knocked out as they walked from the palace to the garden after dinner. Spock! He was-
Kirk jerked up, looking around the room for his first officer, which was a bad idea. He winced and rubbed his temple. And as it turned out, it was mostly unnecessary. The cell was barely big enough for the two of them: they were lying side-by-side. And besides that…he held up his right arm, and something jingled.
“We have been handcuffed to each other,” Spock supplied. Kirk started. The Vulcan was lying prone with his eyes closed, looking serene despite the green bruise spreading across one cheek.
“What?” Kirk said, still trying to catch up.
“I regained consciousness 3.2 minutes earlier than you, Captain. Our captors have not made themselves known. Otherwise,” Spock indicated the cell with his own manacled hand. “There seems to be no entrance or exit to this room. I suspect we are being monitored remotely.”
Kirk nodded, still baffled. This was a Federation planet, and had been for years. The people were a little odd, occasionally a little too friendly, but there was no unrest that he knew of. “So what do we do?” He’d gotten used to asking Spock for advice, so used to it that he barely had to ask anymore, just look over his shoulder and Spock would fill him in on the situation. Even still, it had only been a few months, and there was still an element of coolness between them. It frustrated Kirk in a way he couldn’t quite name, feeling that it somehow wasn’t right.
“I-“ Spock actually looked hesitant. “I am not sure. There is no one to attack, we are unarmed, and this room is completely secure. I would be surprised if we were able to beam out of here, it is likely cloaked in some way.”
Kirk felt like punching something. “They could have at least left us a few holos or a-a board game.”
“I doubt our entertainment was our captor’s goal,” Spock answered, closing his eyes again.
“Are you just going to go to sleep?” Kirk demanded.
“Unnecessary exertion would be illogical,” Spock said, eyes still closed. “It would be best to save our strength for the eventual appearance of our enemies. It is likely that they will come to gloat over our situation, or at the very least to bring us food. I would suggest that you do the same. This is a small area, and your movements will only make it seem smaller.”
Kirk could think of no reply to that. He ground his fist into his palm and looked around the cell wildly, trying to see if there was any opening. They were completely featureless, as far as he could tell. This cell was tiny, and it was getting uncomfortably warmer with the combined body heat of a human and a Vulcan. Probably he likes it, Kirk thought spitefully at Spock. There was a tiny hissing sound from a far corner of the room, where a just-appeared nozzle was releasing something into the room. Kirk leapt for it without thinking, only to have Spock’s weight on his arm send him crashing back down to the floor. “Damn it!” he yelled as the device retreated back into the wall. “What is that?”
“I do not know,” Spock said. “It may be a sedative.” They waited. Nothing. “I find it very frustrating to be locked in such close quarters with you,” he continued abruptly, as a strange look crossed his face.”
“Yeah, well, back at you,” Kirk shot back. “You don’t make it easy on me, you know. Your older self gave me all kinds of…stuff…in my head, and I have these weird dreams all the time and-“ His mouth went dry. Why was he saying all this stuff? It felt like he had to, but-
“I am also feeling the urge to speak continuously. Yes, you did say that out loud. Perhaps this is what it is like to be you all the time,” Spock said at the same time as his eyes widened in shock at his own words. “I mean to say-“
“I didn’t know you could get flustered, Spock,” Kirk said.
“I think that drug was an inhibition lowering substance,” Spock finished weakly. “You are sweating.”
Kirk licked his lip, tasting salt. It was…really hot in here. “Um. Maybe it was more than an inhibition lowering substance.”
“Indeed.” Then Spock kissed him. Their lips met in a crush that was not at all accidental, and Kirk couldn’t help his muffled moan. He had been intrigued by his first officer, sure, and infuriated more times than he could count, and had become reliant on him, but this-he’d barely let himself think about this. It was like a dam burst inside his head, and he could hear the older Spock saying, Jim! like a drowning man, in that cave. Memories were flooding him, but not his memories. He saw himself, older, different, and Spock-the other Spock-saving each other’s lives, laughing (Spock laughing?), playing chess, and…a lot more than that. He pressed himself against Spock and licked his ear, something else he didn’t remember, and enjoyed his gasp. Then, from the memories or from something else, he reached down and connected the first two fingers of his chained hand to Spock’s.
Kirk had known Vulcans were touch-telepaths, but he found he really had no idea what that mean until this. A channel of sensation opened up between them, and Kirk could felt the memory of Spock’s rage against him on the bridge, white-hot, the grudging admiration that had been slowly turning to something else, the shock of the other Spock’s memories.
Above it all though, he could feel Spock’s arousal. And he knew that Spock could feel his. Kirk kissed him harder, and bit his lip. It was getting harder to tell who was doing or feeling what, and no matter what he did to Spock, or what Spock did to him, he felt both of their reactions at once. It was almost too much, and he had to close his eyes to keep from thinking he was in two places at once. He shoved his leg in between Spock’s, needing the friction, and Spock was sliding his hands under Kirk’s shirt, so hot.
They both came at that, their orgasms echoing and reflecting each other through their touch. Kirk thought he wasn’t so much moaning as screaming in ecstasy, and the entire room seemed to be shaking.
He opened his eyes, trying to catch his breath, not wanting to break contact with Spock, and realized the room was shaking.
Then the wall exploded. Kirk could hear Scotty’s voice, “I told you dynamite would work,” and spared just a moment from pulling himself back together to share an exasperated look with Spock.
~~~
In Sickbay, Jim hoped that Bones would think the bruises around his neck and collarbone were from the explosion, but Bones’ sardonic look told him he wasn’t fooled.
“As far as we can tell,” Bones said, “It’s a planet that values interpersonal harmony, and they thought you and Spock could use a little alone time. You know, work out your issues.”
“So they dosed us with an aphrodisiac?” Jim demanded before he could stop himself.
Bones snorted. “The only thing you were dosed with was a mild truth serum.”
Jim leapt from the biobed. “What?” he meant to roar, but it came out as more of a squeak. He didn’t give Bones a chance to respond. “I’d better go and- debrief my first officer.”
He didn’t look back at Bones, and Bones didn’t stop laughing for a long time.
Written for the Battle!