FIC: Jim Kirk, relationship genius part 4/6
Fic: Jim Kirk, relationship genius part 4
Series: How to bag and keep a Vulcan
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Summary: So, Jim finally managed to bag his Vulcan, and it's great. Still, this relationship business isn't easy, first they have to make it work.
Crossposted at AO3 and at the kirkspock community.
Rating: Explicit
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing them...
More notes and chapter overview are here.
Previous parts are here: part 1, part 2, part 3
Jim Kirk, relationship genius part 4
Jealousy and Possessiveness
So, okay, they both are pretty possessive bastards. Spock likes to cite various ancient Vulcan texts and biological imperatives, Jim is convinced he makes that shit up and simply doesn’t like it when other people touch his mate. Which he understands, because seeing other people make eyes at his Vulcan makes his blood boil, and not in a good way.
Going on missions is a little difficult, because both of them try to shield the other from potential harm, which means they are engaged in this weird dance around each other until one of them (usually Jim, damn that stubborn Vulcan bastard) gives up and just lets the other hover at his elbow.
Spock really likes to see Jim wear clothes he bought him, and Jim wouldn’t mind so much if the material wasn’t always some bio-organic, anti-allergic, undyed wool from free-land breeding, happy sheep or something. It means it’s itchy, in case that wasn’t clear. But Spock’s eyes get all shiny and possessive, so Jim deals with it and wears an extra shirt underneath.
Jim loves to mark Spock. Little love-bites all over, on his neck and his shoulders, on thighs and calves and his ass, of course. Jim likes to mark his territory and show everyone Spock’s his. Spock mostly enjoys it, especially when Jim’s sucking at his skin during sex and even if they’re just cuddling on the couch and he’s giving in to his vampiric urges. But Spock hates it when people notice them. He’s told a couple of people off for staring and made one or two Ensigns cry. They had quite the argument about it, which, amazingly, Jim won, and now he’s allowed to mark his Vulcan wherever he pleases. Spock starts wearing turtlenecks on the bridge, which, really, fools no one, and gets pissy when Jim teases him. Jim smirks and refuses to feel guilty. Itchy shirts!
Spock doesn’t like to hear about all of Jim’s past conquest, and when he meets one it usually ends in a nerve-pinch. He’s jealous when Jim talks to the elder Spock (and seriously, they are the same person, and also the guy is like 400 years old). He glares at Chekov when the kid looks at Jim with hero-worship and forbade Sulu to touch him during Jim’s fencing lessons. Jim mostly thinks it’s hot and jealous angry sex is awesome. When he tells Spock this, his Vulcan grumbles and agrees.
Jim gets jealous at Uhura and Gaila, at all the science people who think Spock rules the universe, at that Vulcan floozy T’Pring and all the jerks at Starfleet command who lust after Spock’s brain. Spock eyebrows him indulgently, pets him all over, mind-melds with him and wraps him in his fiery-hot love for him, which okay. Jim knows Spock would never cheat or even think about cheating on him, but that still doesn’t stop him wanting to kick everyone’s teeth in when they look at his Vulcan.
Kirk: Teacher/student relationship WTF?
Seeing Chris Pike again is great. Jim knows he’s got some serious case of man-crush going on, but seriously - it’s Admiral Pike. Who rescued him from a life where he’d probably killed himself via drinking and getting beat up by random strangers, and dared him to enlist, which has lead to this. His ship, his crew, his captaincy, and Spock. Also, this is the guy who was almost tortured to death and still saved Jim’s ass, and who made him come over for a real dinner on the weekends during academy and still lets Number One send cookies to the ship. And who writes rambling messages full of biting sarcasm and hilarious comments whenever one of the other Admirals thinks he can order Jim to stop doing things his way.
Spock was a little miffed at first when he noticed Jim’s epic man-crush, but a lot of kisses and promises and explanations fixed that. And when Chris sent his congratulations and some of Number One’s chocolate cookies when he found out about them, Jim was completely forgiven.
So, yeah, he knows his eyes get all shiny when the Admiral visits, and he’s giddy and excited and orders the maintenance teams to polish the hallways three times, and makes comments that would be inappropriate with anyone else, but Pike just laughs, and he probably deserves all that mocking by his crew, but still. It’s Pike!
Jim is grinning widely when Pike steps from the transporter platform. It looked pretty bad for a couple of weeks, but seeing Chris walking again, even with a limp, is wonderful. Jim knows he shouldn’t feel guilty, but he still somehow feels responsible for Pike’s capture and paralysis, even if the brass and Spock and Chris himself told him he couldn’t have done anything to prevent it. Spock notices his mood and covertly rubs his back, instantly calming him. Spock’s great.
“Admiral! Where’s your wheelchair?
“Captain. I finally managed to get rid of that infernal machine, thank you for asking.”
“Pity. That was a sweet ride. Did you keep the awesome chrome hubcaps I sent you? They’d totally go with that silver cane of yours.”
“Yes Jim, of course I kept them. They are hanging over my bed, so I can look at them every morning when I wake up.”
The transporter crew is staring, Spock gives him an incredulous eyebrow, but Pike smiles at him. Jim beams back. Chris totally gets him.
They relocate to the conference room, chatting amicably about how Number One wants to repaint the whole house in pastel colors and how Bones got abducted by a couple of Ferengi who thought he might make a good nanny for their children. They sit and talk business, Pike approves of almost everything they’ve done on the last few missions. Jim is happy and content, makes a lot of inappropriate jokes and smart-ass comments, Pike taunts back and Spock mostly sits there with his eyebrows raised.
They have some coffee and weird Vulcan tea that tastes like water when Jim tries it, and finally lean back and relax. Jim covertly gropes for Spock’s hand under the table and Chris smiles indulgently when he notices.
“So, all’s well between the two of you, I take it?”
Jim’s sure his sappy expression and the doe eyes he gives his Vulcan are answer enough, as is Spock’s tiny smile and his slight blush. Pike laughs at them, friendly, and gets up towards the replicator, waving Spock down when he moves to assist. He limps back towards the table and stops near them.
“Seriously, I’m glad for the two of you. You’re good for each other. Jim needs someone calm and mature, who can keep up with his antics.”
Hey! That’s a little offensive, but probably right.
“And Spock, I know you were quite a handful during academy. I distinctly remember you being quite the little rascal, I had to come up with quite the unorthodox way to deal with you. I hope the Captain is taking good care of you.”
Wait, what? Pike is leaning close to Spock, has a hand on his shoulder, one of his fingers just touching Spock’s neck, and is Spock blushing? Images of Spock in his tight Cadet’s uniform being called to the principal’s office are dancing through his brain, of Spock in one of his ugly Mom-sweaters bent over Pike’s desk. Oh God, this is horrible.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I take really good care of him! In fact, I took care of him just this morning!”
Jim stops. Uh oh. Pike is looking at him with both eyebrows raised, suppressed mirth dancing in his eyes, and Spock - Spock is quietly seething, over the bond comes wave after wave of embarrassment and ire. Oh no. He’s in for it now.
He really hopes Spock will just lecture him, later. The last time he put his foot in his mouth like that, Spock shoved him onto the bed, impaled himself on Jim’s cock, proceeded to ride Jim hard and long, then got up and went back to the lab without letting Jim come. He seriously doesn’t want a repeat of that.
Maybe if he brings Spock some Plomeek soup he’ll forgive him?
Spock: Overreaction
“Sooo, let me get this straight. You beamed down to Guevil 7 for the negotiations, everything went well, the treaty was signed, life was great.”
“I would not phrase it quite so colloquially, but essentially you are correct, Admiral.”
“Right. And at 1830 hours you called the Enterprise and reported the Captain was missing.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay. And you and a security team went looking for him, and when you found him?”
“As I have already told you several times, I had no way of knowing the Captain had simply snuck away to visit the local museum. Myself and various other members of the away-team were witnesses of the Matriarch’s… attention towards the Captain. While it is true that James Kirk is a truly desirable man and quite aesthetically pleasing, the Matriarch’s conduct and intrusive behavior was in no way proper nor decent, and I cannot begin to understand why it is I who is being questioned, when it was clearly her rude and insolent conduct that - “
“Calm down, Commander.”
“I am calm, Admiral Pike. Vulcans are always calm. As I have repeatedly told you, regarding the obvious advances the Matriarch made towards the Captain, it was entirely logical that I came to the conclusion that she had abducted the Captain for her own nefarious purposes, and as such -“
“Yeah, okay, I get it. You were jealous.”
“I was not jealous.”
“Okay, okay, sorry. Still, nerve-pinching 13 guys until someone told you Jim had gone to the museum was a little over the top, don’t you think?”
“… I have no comment on the matter.”
Kirk: Shake shake shake, shake your booty…
The Zyperians are never getting into the Federation, never ever. They beamed down, and everything was fine and dandy, and suddenly they are surrounded by fierce-looking warriors and Bones gets dragged away. As if that wasn’t bad enough, their idea of ransom consisted of asking for a striptease. By Spock.
Jim is yelling and arguing, Uhura tries to calm him, but he’s not calm, he’s furious. He wants his best friend back, he wants to leave this evil, evil planet, he wants to punch all the Zyperian leaders in all their smug faces and he doesn’t want his boyfriend to dance naked for them.
Said boyfriend touches his cheek and calmly tells him that agreeing to the Zyperian’s proposal was the logical way, because it was non-violent and only slightly uncongenial, and what the hell is up with Spock? They argue in furious whispers, while the Zyperians move closer and leer and smirk, and finally he has to go, back to the ship, because this might be the easiest and most logical way, but he still doesn’t have to like it.
Jim sits in their quarters, bites his knuckles, gets up and moves around, throws a little tantrum and some books against the wall, and sits down again. How long can it take to take a couple of clothes off? And is Bones all right?
The door opens, Spock walks in and Jim’s instantly on his feet, checking him over. His clothes are intact, no tears visible, his hair is as straight as ever.
“Calm yourself, Jim. They did not touch me. And the good Doctor is safely back onboard and no doubt harassing his staff as usual.”
Relief floats through his body like a wave, Spock’s mind reaches out to his and soothes him and Jim grumbles a little. “Still don’t like it.”
“I know,” coos his Vulcan, grasps his hands and tugs him back towards the bed. “I did not like them, either.”
Jim lets himself be pulled down onto Spock, gets comfortable on that warm body, runs his hands over Spock’s face and wriggles against the hands at his neck. Then he freezes. “Wait. That’s not what I said. I said ‘I don’t like it’, and you said…”
Spock’s eyes are wide and innocent. And now that Jim looks closer, his face is flushed green, his pupils blown and there is a large damp spot on his pants. “I am sure I do not know what you are insinuating.”
“You - you totally do! Jesus, you liked it! You liked stripping, shaking your ass for them!”
“I did not.” Spock sounds offended, but Jim’s not buying it.
“Liar!” Jim gets up from the bed, but Spock yanks him back down and wraps his legs around Jim’s hips. His ass is pressing delightfully against his dick, and Jim shivers involuntarily. Damn Vulcan, derailing his thoughts, when Jim is so mad at him -
“I am not lying. I admit I found myself quite… excited by my performance, but I did not like being watched by the Zyperian leaders. In fact, I imagined myself back here, in our quarters, in your company, during the whole process.”
… Damn. That perfect, Vulcan bastard. Jim totally forgives him. “So you imagined dancing for me.”
“I did.”
“You filthy little minx. You thought about stripping for me, peeling off those clothes and shaking your tight ass at me.”
Jim grinds down against Spock and closes his teeth on the Vulcan’s shoulder. Spock gasps and arches his neck, pressing close.
“And then what? After you’d get naked, what would you do? Hm, Spock? Would you bend over for me and show me your sweet hole, and wait for me to fuck you?”
“Y-yes.”
Jim fumbles at their pants, drags Spock’s down and throws them away, rips his own open impatiently and shoves a finger up his Vulcan’s channel. He’s still slick from earlier, and one digit, then two go in easily. Spock moans in abandon and presses back down, fucks himself on Jim’s fingers.
“Oh, we’ll definitely do that some other time. I’ll make you dress up first, wear those tight leather pants and the silk shirt, and maybe a thong. Then you’ll dance for me, show me how flexible you are, and I’m gonna watch and jerk off to you. But not now. Now we’ll skip the dancing and go straight to the fucking. Agreed?”
“Yessss Jim, please!”
Spock moans, shoves himself down on Jim’s fingers, hooks his hands under his knees and spreads his legs wantonly. Jim grins down at him, pulls his fingers out and positions his dick at Spock’s hole. He pushes in, just a little, and stays like that, just the head of his cock breaching his Vulcan. Spock shivers and groans, tries to press back, but Jim withdraws again. Spock keens, needy. Jim smirks and nips his calf.
“Jim, please!”
“You know what I wanna hear, Spock…”
Spock thrashes his head, eyes squeezes shut. One hand is twisted in the bed sheets, the other trails towards his neglected cock. Jim intercepts it, forces it away and bites at his Vulcan’s fingers. Spock wails desperately.
“P-please f-f…”
It’s kinda sweet, really, that Spock can be so wanton and needy, and still doesn’t wanna say “fuck”. Also the little stutter is adorable.
“Say it, Spock, tell me what you want.”
“F-fuck me, please!”
Jim grins and shoves in. Spock jerks and throws his head back, moaning loudly. Jim sets a punishing pace, fucks him hard and mercilessly, forces Spock legs up until his knees almost touch his shoulders. Sweat is dripping from his forehead, little drops running down Spock’s torso and pooling at his navel. Spock gasps with every thrust, hands gripping the covers so tight his knuckles turn white, and shoves back with equal fervor. Jim pounds his Vulcan’s prostrate, drawing keening, breathless cries from the body beneath him, bites his neck and his shoulders and his ears. He steadies himself on one hand, reaches the other down between them and teases his thumb around Spock’s swollen, stretched hole. Spock shudders and wails, the muscles in Jim’s arm are strained and complaining but he doesn’t care. He pushes his thumb into Spock, along with his cock, presses the other four firmly against his perineum and scratches his nails over the soft skin there.
Spock screams and comes, his hand flies up to Jim’s face, forming the familiar pattern, Spock’s channel is gripping Jim’s dick almost unbearably tight, Spock’s lust and arousal and release flood over the bond like a storm, and he’s coming, back arched, neck drawn tight, fills his Vulcan with his seed and howls his completion to the ceiling.
Later, they lie sated, entwined which each other. Spock, as always, has a possessive hand around Jim’s dick, and Jim is playing with the Vulcan’s hair. Spock purrs and shifts against him, cuddles close and rubs his head against Jim’s shoulder. Jim presses a kiss to his Vulcan’s pointy ear and sighs happily. Something’s bothering him, though.
“Seriously, I really didn’t like that they made you do that. Not only as your lover, but as your Captain, too. They could’ve easily taken advantage of you, and then what? And what about Bones? Argh, I don’t even wanna think about it.”
“Jim, calm yourself. Nothing has happened, I am quite all right. I agree, of course, it was a encounter I would hate to repeat. I am quite satisfied that the Zyperians will not gain entry into the Federation and our dealings with them will cease.”
“Yeah, me too. I hate those fuckers.”
…
“So, this striptease really got you hot? Are you like an exhibitionist or is it just me that makes you horny?”
“Truthfully, both.”
“What?”
“You are most arousing, of course, on occasion I find myself stimulated by other people watching my body. For example during examination in sick bay after a mission…”
“What?! Oh no, you little bastard, no way at all. No one else gets to touch you, you’re mine.”
“I am aware of that, Jim. However, the evidence that others are lusting after me can be quite pleasurable. Also your jealousy at the thought of me engaging in sexual congress with another is very stimulating.”
“I’ll show you stimulating, you bastard!”
Spock’s still stretched, is pliant and very accommodating. Their second round is over pretty fast, because Jim’s tired, thank you. Afterwards they cuddle and Spock smirks. Jim swats his nose and grumbles into his shoulder.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you just did. You made me jealous just so I would fuck you again.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
“Yeah, right. Bastard. … Love you.”
“And I you. Sleep well, t’hy’la.”
Spock: Diplomacy
Spock is not pleased. The Javelian ambassador keeps touching his mate, keeps running his fingers along Jim’s arms and simpers obnoxiously at everything he says. Jim has stepped back several times, but he always follows. Now his mate is pressed against the wall, his champagne glass in front of him like a shield, and the Ambassador steps even closer. Spock narrows his eyes at the display. This conduct is most unbecoming. Jim looks around uncomfortably and throws him a helpless look. Spock straightens to his full Vulcan height and strides over. He is not pleased at all.
“Captain. Ambassador.”
“Thank God!” murmurs Jim and a wave of gratefulness flows over their bond.
“Oh, you must be Commander Spock! Jim here wouldn’t stop talking about you!”
“Indeed.”
Spock looks at the ambassador, whose smile falters under the Vulcan’s unrelenting stare. Spock is aware that “causing a scene”, as humans say, would be detrimental for the negotiations. Idle talk, however, will not.
“Ambassador. I have greatly admired the display of your warrior’s wrestling skills earlier.”
“Oh, they are great, aren’t they? Only the strongest and most ferocious men are accepted into the elite guard.”
“So it would seem. I was wondering, are you aware that Vulcans possess strength three times that of an average Javelian?”
“They do?” The ambassador is looking at him with wide eyes. Jim leans back and smirks, apparently enjoying the conversation.
“Indeed they do. It is a remnant of Vulcan’s most vicious and violent past; a past where it was not a rare occurrence for one of my people to kill anyone who touched his mate.”
“…touched his mate?”
“Yes. Vulcans are most possessive of their bonded, so possessive that even the slightest hint of another’s interest in one’s mate can result in severe violence. Surakian teachings have helped my people to… suppress their desire for violence, of course, but since I am half-human, it is entirely possible that my control might not be adequate to stop me from mutilating someone I perceived as a threat to my bond. I trust you are aware of rumors about the ‘Vulcan Death Grip’?”
Jim is snickering silently now, the ambassador eyes wander from Spock to him, back to Spock, and finally come to rest on the possessive hand Spock has on his humans shoulder.
“I… I see. Well, I will leave you to… uh, I will take my leave, enjoy the celebrations, and there is no need for… for your control to falter. Captain, Commander, I bid you a good day.”
Spock watches the ambassador leave and narrows his eyes at him when the he turns around. The Javelian flinches and hurries away. A warm laugh reaches his ear and he turns to regard his mate. One eyebrow rises at Jim’s amusement.
“That was hilarious! You all threatening and scary, and the poor guy didn’t know what hit him. You are totally awesome!”
“Thank you. Although I must point out that I was not threatening, I merely… chatted.”
“Yeah, right. Your opinion of ‘chatting’ seems a little flawed. But I don’t care, because this was seriously, seriously hot.”
“I am glad you think so, since I find myself wishing to… restake my claim upon you. If you would follow me towards a more private location, I will gladly show you my own wrestling skills.”
“Lead the way! But seriously, Commander, a ‘Vulcan Death Grip’? I thought Vulcan’s didn’t lie?”
“I did not lie. I merely asked if the ambassador was aware of the rumors”
“Right. Come on, I think this room’s empty.”
“I appreciate your cooperation.”
“C’mere and I’ll show you what I appreciate…”
Part 5 is here
Series: How to bag and keep a Vulcan
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Summary: So, Jim finally managed to bag his Vulcan, and it's great. Still, this relationship business isn't easy, first they have to make it work.
Crossposted at AO3 and at the kirkspock community.
Rating: Explicit
Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing them...
More notes and chapter overview are here.
Previous parts are here: part 1, part 2, part 3
Jim Kirk, relationship genius part 4
Jealousy and Possessiveness
So, okay, they both are pretty possessive bastards. Spock likes to cite various ancient Vulcan texts and biological imperatives, Jim is convinced he makes that shit up and simply doesn’t like it when other people touch his mate. Which he understands, because seeing other people make eyes at his Vulcan makes his blood boil, and not in a good way.
Going on missions is a little difficult, because both of them try to shield the other from potential harm, which means they are engaged in this weird dance around each other until one of them (usually Jim, damn that stubborn Vulcan bastard) gives up and just lets the other hover at his elbow.
Spock really likes to see Jim wear clothes he bought him, and Jim wouldn’t mind so much if the material wasn’t always some bio-organic, anti-allergic, undyed wool from free-land breeding, happy sheep or something. It means it’s itchy, in case that wasn’t clear. But Spock’s eyes get all shiny and possessive, so Jim deals with it and wears an extra shirt underneath.
Jim loves to mark Spock. Little love-bites all over, on his neck and his shoulders, on thighs and calves and his ass, of course. Jim likes to mark his territory and show everyone Spock’s his. Spock mostly enjoys it, especially when Jim’s sucking at his skin during sex and even if they’re just cuddling on the couch and he’s giving in to his vampiric urges. But Spock hates it when people notice them. He’s told a couple of people off for staring and made one or two Ensigns cry. They had quite the argument about it, which, amazingly, Jim won, and now he’s allowed to mark his Vulcan wherever he pleases. Spock starts wearing turtlenecks on the bridge, which, really, fools no one, and gets pissy when Jim teases him. Jim smirks and refuses to feel guilty. Itchy shirts!
Spock doesn’t like to hear about all of Jim’s past conquest, and when he meets one it usually ends in a nerve-pinch. He’s jealous when Jim talks to the elder Spock (and seriously, they are the same person, and also the guy is like 400 years old). He glares at Chekov when the kid looks at Jim with hero-worship and forbade Sulu to touch him during Jim’s fencing lessons. Jim mostly thinks it’s hot and jealous angry sex is awesome. When he tells Spock this, his Vulcan grumbles and agrees.
Jim gets jealous at Uhura and Gaila, at all the science people who think Spock rules the universe, at that Vulcan floozy T’Pring and all the jerks at Starfleet command who lust after Spock’s brain. Spock eyebrows him indulgently, pets him all over, mind-melds with him and wraps him in his fiery-hot love for him, which okay. Jim knows Spock would never cheat or even think about cheating on him, but that still doesn’t stop him wanting to kick everyone’s teeth in when they look at his Vulcan.
Kirk: Teacher/student relationship WTF?
Seeing Chris Pike again is great. Jim knows he’s got some serious case of man-crush going on, but seriously - it’s Admiral Pike. Who rescued him from a life where he’d probably killed himself via drinking and getting beat up by random strangers, and dared him to enlist, which has lead to this. His ship, his crew, his captaincy, and Spock. Also, this is the guy who was almost tortured to death and still saved Jim’s ass, and who made him come over for a real dinner on the weekends during academy and still lets Number One send cookies to the ship. And who writes rambling messages full of biting sarcasm and hilarious comments whenever one of the other Admirals thinks he can order Jim to stop doing things his way.
Spock was a little miffed at first when he noticed Jim’s epic man-crush, but a lot of kisses and promises and explanations fixed that. And when Chris sent his congratulations and some of Number One’s chocolate cookies when he found out about them, Jim was completely forgiven.
So, yeah, he knows his eyes get all shiny when the Admiral visits, and he’s giddy and excited and orders the maintenance teams to polish the hallways three times, and makes comments that would be inappropriate with anyone else, but Pike just laughs, and he probably deserves all that mocking by his crew, but still. It’s Pike!
Jim is grinning widely when Pike steps from the transporter platform. It looked pretty bad for a couple of weeks, but seeing Chris walking again, even with a limp, is wonderful. Jim knows he shouldn’t feel guilty, but he still somehow feels responsible for Pike’s capture and paralysis, even if the brass and Spock and Chris himself told him he couldn’t have done anything to prevent it. Spock notices his mood and covertly rubs his back, instantly calming him. Spock’s great.
“Admiral! Where’s your wheelchair?
“Captain. I finally managed to get rid of that infernal machine, thank you for asking.”
“Pity. That was a sweet ride. Did you keep the awesome chrome hubcaps I sent you? They’d totally go with that silver cane of yours.”
“Yes Jim, of course I kept them. They are hanging over my bed, so I can look at them every morning when I wake up.”
The transporter crew is staring, Spock gives him an incredulous eyebrow, but Pike smiles at him. Jim beams back. Chris totally gets him.
They relocate to the conference room, chatting amicably about how Number One wants to repaint the whole house in pastel colors and how Bones got abducted by a couple of Ferengi who thought he might make a good nanny for their children. They sit and talk business, Pike approves of almost everything they’ve done on the last few missions. Jim is happy and content, makes a lot of inappropriate jokes and smart-ass comments, Pike taunts back and Spock mostly sits there with his eyebrows raised.
They have some coffee and weird Vulcan tea that tastes like water when Jim tries it, and finally lean back and relax. Jim covertly gropes for Spock’s hand under the table and Chris smiles indulgently when he notices.
“So, all’s well between the two of you, I take it?”
Jim’s sure his sappy expression and the doe eyes he gives his Vulcan are answer enough, as is Spock’s tiny smile and his slight blush. Pike laughs at them, friendly, and gets up towards the replicator, waving Spock down when he moves to assist. He limps back towards the table and stops near them.
“Seriously, I’m glad for the two of you. You’re good for each other. Jim needs someone calm and mature, who can keep up with his antics.”
Hey! That’s a little offensive, but probably right.
“And Spock, I know you were quite a handful during academy. I distinctly remember you being quite the little rascal, I had to come up with quite the unorthodox way to deal with you. I hope the Captain is taking good care of you.”
Wait, what? Pike is leaning close to Spock, has a hand on his shoulder, one of his fingers just touching Spock’s neck, and is Spock blushing? Images of Spock in his tight Cadet’s uniform being called to the principal’s office are dancing through his brain, of Spock in one of his ugly Mom-sweaters bent over Pike’s desk. Oh God, this is horrible.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I take really good care of him! In fact, I took care of him just this morning!”
Jim stops. Uh oh. Pike is looking at him with both eyebrows raised, suppressed mirth dancing in his eyes, and Spock - Spock is quietly seething, over the bond comes wave after wave of embarrassment and ire. Oh no. He’s in for it now.
He really hopes Spock will just lecture him, later. The last time he put his foot in his mouth like that, Spock shoved him onto the bed, impaled himself on Jim’s cock, proceeded to ride Jim hard and long, then got up and went back to the lab without letting Jim come. He seriously doesn’t want a repeat of that.
Maybe if he brings Spock some Plomeek soup he’ll forgive him?
Spock: Overreaction
“Sooo, let me get this straight. You beamed down to Guevil 7 for the negotiations, everything went well, the treaty was signed, life was great.”
“I would not phrase it quite so colloquially, but essentially you are correct, Admiral.”
“Right. And at 1830 hours you called the Enterprise and reported the Captain was missing.”
“That is correct.”
“Okay. And you and a security team went looking for him, and when you found him?”
“As I have already told you several times, I had no way of knowing the Captain had simply snuck away to visit the local museum. Myself and various other members of the away-team were witnesses of the Matriarch’s… attention towards the Captain. While it is true that James Kirk is a truly desirable man and quite aesthetically pleasing, the Matriarch’s conduct and intrusive behavior was in no way proper nor decent, and I cannot begin to understand why it is I who is being questioned, when it was clearly her rude and insolent conduct that - “
“Calm down, Commander.”
“I am calm, Admiral Pike. Vulcans are always calm. As I have repeatedly told you, regarding the obvious advances the Matriarch made towards the Captain, it was entirely logical that I came to the conclusion that she had abducted the Captain for her own nefarious purposes, and as such -“
“Yeah, okay, I get it. You were jealous.”
“I was not jealous.”
“Okay, okay, sorry. Still, nerve-pinching 13 guys until someone told you Jim had gone to the museum was a little over the top, don’t you think?”
“… I have no comment on the matter.”
Kirk: Shake shake shake, shake your booty…
The Zyperians are never getting into the Federation, never ever. They beamed down, and everything was fine and dandy, and suddenly they are surrounded by fierce-looking warriors and Bones gets dragged away. As if that wasn’t bad enough, their idea of ransom consisted of asking for a striptease. By Spock.
Jim is yelling and arguing, Uhura tries to calm him, but he’s not calm, he’s furious. He wants his best friend back, he wants to leave this evil, evil planet, he wants to punch all the Zyperian leaders in all their smug faces and he doesn’t want his boyfriend to dance naked for them.
Said boyfriend touches his cheek and calmly tells him that agreeing to the Zyperian’s proposal was the logical way, because it was non-violent and only slightly uncongenial, and what the hell is up with Spock? They argue in furious whispers, while the Zyperians move closer and leer and smirk, and finally he has to go, back to the ship, because this might be the easiest and most logical way, but he still doesn’t have to like it.
Jim sits in their quarters, bites his knuckles, gets up and moves around, throws a little tantrum and some books against the wall, and sits down again. How long can it take to take a couple of clothes off? And is Bones all right?
The door opens, Spock walks in and Jim’s instantly on his feet, checking him over. His clothes are intact, no tears visible, his hair is as straight as ever.
“Calm yourself, Jim. They did not touch me. And the good Doctor is safely back onboard and no doubt harassing his staff as usual.”
Relief floats through his body like a wave, Spock’s mind reaches out to his and soothes him and Jim grumbles a little. “Still don’t like it.”
“I know,” coos his Vulcan, grasps his hands and tugs him back towards the bed. “I did not like them, either.”
Jim lets himself be pulled down onto Spock, gets comfortable on that warm body, runs his hands over Spock’s face and wriggles against the hands at his neck. Then he freezes. “Wait. That’s not what I said. I said ‘I don’t like it’, and you said…”
Spock’s eyes are wide and innocent. And now that Jim looks closer, his face is flushed green, his pupils blown and there is a large damp spot on his pants. “I am sure I do not know what you are insinuating.”
“You - you totally do! Jesus, you liked it! You liked stripping, shaking your ass for them!”
“I did not.” Spock sounds offended, but Jim’s not buying it.
“Liar!” Jim gets up from the bed, but Spock yanks him back down and wraps his legs around Jim’s hips. His ass is pressing delightfully against his dick, and Jim shivers involuntarily. Damn Vulcan, derailing his thoughts, when Jim is so mad at him -
“I am not lying. I admit I found myself quite… excited by my performance, but I did not like being watched by the Zyperian leaders. In fact, I imagined myself back here, in our quarters, in your company, during the whole process.”
… Damn. That perfect, Vulcan bastard. Jim totally forgives him. “So you imagined dancing for me.”
“I did.”
“You filthy little minx. You thought about stripping for me, peeling off those clothes and shaking your tight ass at me.”
Jim grinds down against Spock and closes his teeth on the Vulcan’s shoulder. Spock gasps and arches his neck, pressing close.
“And then what? After you’d get naked, what would you do? Hm, Spock? Would you bend over for me and show me your sweet hole, and wait for me to fuck you?”
“Y-yes.”
Jim fumbles at their pants, drags Spock’s down and throws them away, rips his own open impatiently and shoves a finger up his Vulcan’s channel. He’s still slick from earlier, and one digit, then two go in easily. Spock moans in abandon and presses back down, fucks himself on Jim’s fingers.
“Oh, we’ll definitely do that some other time. I’ll make you dress up first, wear those tight leather pants and the silk shirt, and maybe a thong. Then you’ll dance for me, show me how flexible you are, and I’m gonna watch and jerk off to you. But not now. Now we’ll skip the dancing and go straight to the fucking. Agreed?”
“Yessss Jim, please!”
Spock moans, shoves himself down on Jim’s fingers, hooks his hands under his knees and spreads his legs wantonly. Jim grins down at him, pulls his fingers out and positions his dick at Spock’s hole. He pushes in, just a little, and stays like that, just the head of his cock breaching his Vulcan. Spock shivers and groans, tries to press back, but Jim withdraws again. Spock keens, needy. Jim smirks and nips his calf.
“Jim, please!”
“You know what I wanna hear, Spock…”
Spock thrashes his head, eyes squeezes shut. One hand is twisted in the bed sheets, the other trails towards his neglected cock. Jim intercepts it, forces it away and bites at his Vulcan’s fingers. Spock wails desperately.
“P-please f-f…”
It’s kinda sweet, really, that Spock can be so wanton and needy, and still doesn’t wanna say “fuck”. Also the little stutter is adorable.
“Say it, Spock, tell me what you want.”
“F-fuck me, please!”
Jim grins and shoves in. Spock jerks and throws his head back, moaning loudly. Jim sets a punishing pace, fucks him hard and mercilessly, forces Spock legs up until his knees almost touch his shoulders. Sweat is dripping from his forehead, little drops running down Spock’s torso and pooling at his navel. Spock gasps with every thrust, hands gripping the covers so tight his knuckles turn white, and shoves back with equal fervor. Jim pounds his Vulcan’s prostrate, drawing keening, breathless cries from the body beneath him, bites his neck and his shoulders and his ears. He steadies himself on one hand, reaches the other down between them and teases his thumb around Spock’s swollen, stretched hole. Spock shudders and wails, the muscles in Jim’s arm are strained and complaining but he doesn’t care. He pushes his thumb into Spock, along with his cock, presses the other four firmly against his perineum and scratches his nails over the soft skin there.
Spock screams and comes, his hand flies up to Jim’s face, forming the familiar pattern, Spock’s channel is gripping Jim’s dick almost unbearably tight, Spock’s lust and arousal and release flood over the bond like a storm, and he’s coming, back arched, neck drawn tight, fills his Vulcan with his seed and howls his completion to the ceiling.
Later, they lie sated, entwined which each other. Spock, as always, has a possessive hand around Jim’s dick, and Jim is playing with the Vulcan’s hair. Spock purrs and shifts against him, cuddles close and rubs his head against Jim’s shoulder. Jim presses a kiss to his Vulcan’s pointy ear and sighs happily. Something’s bothering him, though.
“Seriously, I really didn’t like that they made you do that. Not only as your lover, but as your Captain, too. They could’ve easily taken advantage of you, and then what? And what about Bones? Argh, I don’t even wanna think about it.”
“Jim, calm yourself. Nothing has happened, I am quite all right. I agree, of course, it was a encounter I would hate to repeat. I am quite satisfied that the Zyperians will not gain entry into the Federation and our dealings with them will cease.”
“Yeah, me too. I hate those fuckers.”
…
“So, this striptease really got you hot? Are you like an exhibitionist or is it just me that makes you horny?”
“Truthfully, both.”
“What?”
“You are most arousing, of course, on occasion I find myself stimulated by other people watching my body. For example during examination in sick bay after a mission…”
“What?! Oh no, you little bastard, no way at all. No one else gets to touch you, you’re mine.”
“I am aware of that, Jim. However, the evidence that others are lusting after me can be quite pleasurable. Also your jealousy at the thought of me engaging in sexual congress with another is very stimulating.”
“I’ll show you stimulating, you bastard!”
Spock’s still stretched, is pliant and very accommodating. Their second round is over pretty fast, because Jim’s tired, thank you. Afterwards they cuddle and Spock smirks. Jim swats his nose and grumbles into his shoulder.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you just did. You made me jealous just so I would fuck you again.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
“Yeah, right. Bastard. … Love you.”
“And I you. Sleep well, t’hy’la.”
Spock: Diplomacy
Spock is not pleased. The Javelian ambassador keeps touching his mate, keeps running his fingers along Jim’s arms and simpers obnoxiously at everything he says. Jim has stepped back several times, but he always follows. Now his mate is pressed against the wall, his champagne glass in front of him like a shield, and the Ambassador steps even closer. Spock narrows his eyes at the display. This conduct is most unbecoming. Jim looks around uncomfortably and throws him a helpless look. Spock straightens to his full Vulcan height and strides over. He is not pleased at all.
“Captain. Ambassador.”
“Thank God!” murmurs Jim and a wave of gratefulness flows over their bond.
“Oh, you must be Commander Spock! Jim here wouldn’t stop talking about you!”
“Indeed.”
Spock looks at the ambassador, whose smile falters under the Vulcan’s unrelenting stare. Spock is aware that “causing a scene”, as humans say, would be detrimental for the negotiations. Idle talk, however, will not.
“Ambassador. I have greatly admired the display of your warrior’s wrestling skills earlier.”
“Oh, they are great, aren’t they? Only the strongest and most ferocious men are accepted into the elite guard.”
“So it would seem. I was wondering, are you aware that Vulcans possess strength three times that of an average Javelian?”
“They do?” The ambassador is looking at him with wide eyes. Jim leans back and smirks, apparently enjoying the conversation.
“Indeed they do. It is a remnant of Vulcan’s most vicious and violent past; a past where it was not a rare occurrence for one of my people to kill anyone who touched his mate.”
“…touched his mate?”
“Yes. Vulcans are most possessive of their bonded, so possessive that even the slightest hint of another’s interest in one’s mate can result in severe violence. Surakian teachings have helped my people to… suppress their desire for violence, of course, but since I am half-human, it is entirely possible that my control might not be adequate to stop me from mutilating someone I perceived as a threat to my bond. I trust you are aware of rumors about the ‘Vulcan Death Grip’?”
Jim is snickering silently now, the ambassador eyes wander from Spock to him, back to Spock, and finally come to rest on the possessive hand Spock has on his humans shoulder.
“I… I see. Well, I will leave you to… uh, I will take my leave, enjoy the celebrations, and there is no need for… for your control to falter. Captain, Commander, I bid you a good day.”
Spock watches the ambassador leave and narrows his eyes at him when the he turns around. The Javelian flinches and hurries away. A warm laugh reaches his ear and he turns to regard his mate. One eyebrow rises at Jim’s amusement.
“That was hilarious! You all threatening and scary, and the poor guy didn’t know what hit him. You are totally awesome!”
“Thank you. Although I must point out that I was not threatening, I merely… chatted.”
“Yeah, right. Your opinion of ‘chatting’ seems a little flawed. But I don’t care, because this was seriously, seriously hot.”
“I am glad you think so, since I find myself wishing to… restake my claim upon you. If you would follow me towards a more private location, I will gladly show you my own wrestling skills.”
“Lead the way! But seriously, Commander, a ‘Vulcan Death Grip’? I thought Vulcan’s didn’t lie?”
“I did not lie. I merely asked if the ambassador was aware of the rumors”
“Right. Come on, I think this room’s empty.”
“I appreciate your cooperation.”
“C’mere and I’ll show you what I appreciate…”
Part 5 is here