FIC: Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 3/4
Fic: Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 3
Series: How to bag and keep a Vulcan
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Summary: Spock tries to seek relaxation via engaging in sexual congress with various strangers. Jim is jealous and tries to stop him. Epic cock-blocking and hilarity ensues.
Written originally for the st_xi_kink_meme, crossposted at AO3 and at the kirkspock community.
Rating: Explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's all just fun and games...
Part 1, Part 2
Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 3
Turns out Bones isn’t in sickbay. Jim pouts a little, but it’s no fun if no one’s here to see it. What now? Visiting Spock is out of the question, since yesterday he’s somehow managed to insult the Vulcan by asking if rubbing his hands was the Vulcan equivalent of masturbation. He was simply curious! Vulcan sexuality is fascinating, hell, everything about Spock is fascinating, but his First clearly didn’t appreciate his interest. He unceremoniously threw Jim out of his lab and made it very clear that “any further attempt to offend my sensibilities will result in bodily harm”. But seriously, how will he ever learn that stuff if he can’t ask Spock?
So, Spock is out. He’d probably kick Jim in the mouth if he were to interrupt his experiments again, so maybe he’ll wander over to engineering. Maybe Bones is there, flirting with the cute Ensign again, or Scotty has some fun idea for the replicators.
He gallantly steps back and lets Chapel exit the door first, and smirks when she blushes. Yeah, he’s still got it. He walks slowly behind her, admiring her hips and legs. She’s very pretty, but somehow he wishes she were taller and leaner, with short dark hair and slender hips, and pointed ears… Whoa. No thinking about Spock. Especially not in public, where everybody can see the bulge in your trousers. He sighs and trots on. God, he hopes Bones still has something of that delicious peach schnapps.
Further along the corridor Chapel slows down and turns her head. She looks in Jim’s direction and her eyes get huge. She’s blushing, furiously, mouth gaping, and Jesus, he knew thinking about Spock was a mistake! Now she’s seen his hard-on and he’ll never live it down! She’s gaping and staring, and wait. She’s not looking at Jim, she’s looking at something behind him.
Jim turns and suddenly feels quite faint. Distantly he hears a silent “thud”, which must have been Chapel running into a wall. He can relate, because what he sees makes him want to bang his head against something as well.
“Guh.”
“Greetings, Captain.”
“Hello, Kirk.”
“Hi Jimmy!”
He knows he’s staring, and he knows they know he’s staring, but he can’t stop, can’t tear his eyes away. Gaila in nothing more than a bra and panties and Nyota in a short, short dress that shows off her insanely long legs are just blurry images at the edges of his vision, which has narrowed into a tunnel, centered on the person in the middle of the corridor. This can’t be Spock, his prim and proper and correct Vulcan, it can’t be, and yet, it is.
Spock is dressed completely in black, leather pants and, God, a muscle shirt, and his hair looks as if he just crawled from someone’s bed. It’s awful and horrible, and fantastic and unbelievable. Spock looks like a wet dream, he looks like Jim’s wet dream - he looks like sex. Jim feels hot and flushed, is achingly hard just from seeing his Vulcan like that, dick straining against his pants and he swallows and swallows. He wants to yank the Vulcan to the floor and lick him all over, put his tongue on those pants and smell Spock’s arousal, and bite his thighs and stick his nose in his armpits, and God, he wants.
Someone is talking. It takes an enormous amount of effort to rip his eyes away from the phenomenon that is Spock in leather pants and focus on Gaila.
“… doesn’t he look hot? Ny and I picked out his outfit, and he looks gorgeous, don’t you think? I bet they are gonna fall all over themselves to get a piece of that.”
Jim can’t breathe and his lust-addled brain takes its sweet time to decipher her meaning. Spock gives him the sassy eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Jim’s no doubt ridiculous gaping face.
“Anyway, we gotta go, clubs are waiting! See you, Jimmy!”
Wait, what? Gaila starts dragging Spock away, who gives him a nod, a snobbish “Captain” and a decidedly evil smirk in parting. Jim’s mouth opens and closes, in his head he’s screaming, but no sound comes out. He stares after them, transfixed by Spock’s legs and ass, moving and shifting in those tight pants and gapes like a fish, and listens to Gaila’s excited chatter of “See? You look totally hot. Even the Captain couldn’t take his eyes off you!”
Oh God, this is terrible. Jim’s throat works, he wants to yell at Spock to come back, right this instant, and put on a bath robe or something, because he’s walking through this ship, beaming down to Earth to go in God knows what clubs and everybody will see Spock in leather pants, and how will he ever be able to seduce Spock if his Vulcan will get molested where he stands? But only a faint wheezing noise leaves his mouth and his legs seem to have turned to jelly.
Uhura takes his chin and turns his head back towards her.
“Are you okay, Captain?” Her smile is wicked, evil, and her beautiful Amazon eyes are glowing with suppressed mirth.
“Guh?”
“I guess that means ‘yes’. Well, you heard her, we’re going clubbing. Spock was a little lonely these last days, but with the way he looks, he won’t have any trouble finding company tonight, don’t you think? Bye, Jim, and have fun with that paperwork!”
She looks at his crotch, gives him a saucy wink and an evil smirk and sashays away. Jim is still standing there gaping. She’s already turned a corner before he manages to shake himself from his stupor.
This is all Uhura’s fault, she’s an evil witch, she’s the devil. She put Spock in leather pants, and eyeliner for God’s sake, and now Spock is gone, prancing around in an outfit that even a saint couldn’t resist.
Bones. He needs Bones. Spock is gonna get sodomized any minute now, and they have to stop it. Jim starts running awkwardly, slightly hindered by his persistent erection, and yells for the Computer to locate his best friend.
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As soon as they have entered the club, Nyota gives Spock a wink, hits him firmly on his behind and follows Gaila towards the dance floor. Spock inclines his head gratefully, as much as he enjoys the two ladies’ attention, it might prove difficult to obtain companionship if it seemed he already were spoken for. Another hand slaps his posterior, and he gives the doorman a slight smile. The human is very handsome, but since he is busy guarding the entrance, it is unlikely that he will be able to leave his post tonight. Therefore, Spock turns and starts circling the room.
This evening has started most agreeably. The doorman is not the only male watching Spock. He is very aware of the stares his current attire provokes. He delights in the attention, the bodies pressing close, the trailing hands and fleeting touches to his rear and genital region. Fingers squeeze his cheeks and dip briefly into the barely visible valley between them, and he decides to acquire adequate gifts for Nyota and Gaila in the morning as thanks for helping him earlier this evening. Perhaps the exquisite satin nightdresses they both admired on their last visit to Earth?
He lowers his mind’s shields a little, in order to bask fully in the attention his entrance garners. This night will be most pleasurable.
-----
Leonard was pretty annoyed at first when Jim came in and interrupted him just when he was asking Amelia out for dinner. Stupid kid with awful timing, and scaring the pretty Ensign off before she could answer him. He yelled a little, and then became worried, because the kid was panting and wheezing, flushed a deep red and couldn’t stand up straight. He pulled out his scanner and was about to put it to good use, and maybe a few hypos, too, just in case ‘cause God knows Jim is unable to take care of himself and gets sick if, like, an ant sneezes. As soon as he realized what the problem was, Leonard was back to annoyed.
Now he’s rapidly approaching furious, because Jim is pulling him bodily along, and Leonard can drag his feet and stomp the floor and yell and argue as much as he wants, the kid won’t let him go. Goddammit, why in hell is Jim always dragging him in situations like these?
“Bones, move faster! We gotta find them!”
“I don’t want to find them! I was perfectly happy back on the ship, I don’t need this! I don’t need to see Spock in leather pants and glitter and makeup, and I hate you for telling me about it! My brain will never recover! Let me go!”
“Come on, Bones, move!”
“You’re not even listening! Leave me alone, you stupid cock-blocking idiot!”
Jim ignores him and drags him further along the street. By the way, how does he know where he’s going? And when in hell did he get this strong?
“It should be somewhere… there! There it is! Gaila told me about this club, I bet this is where they went! Come on Bones, we have to stop them!”
“I DON’T WANT TO! Let me go, you fucker! I don’t wanna go in there, I wanna go home to my sickbay! Where there are normal people, who aren’t obsessing about Vulcans in fuck-me clothes! I…”
Jim still won’t listen to a word he’s saying, and now they are coming up to the door, there’s a neon sign of two mars symbols, the arrow on one of them twisted through the other’s circle, and he really doesn’t want to go in there. He tries again to rip his hand away, but Jim’s fingers are clamped securely around his wrist. He’s trapped, and the bouncer gives them a saucy wink and appreciative grin. Then he slaps Leonard’s ass and rumbles “Hey there, cutie”, and Leonard’s shocked enough that Jim is able to drag him inside.
This is gonna be an awful night.
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“Spock.”
“Stonn.”
Spock raises two eyebrows at the sight of his childhood acquaintance. This is quite a surprise. If he had ever thought about the Vulcan who has tormented him in school he would have imagined Stonn was busy aiding the colony, married to a very Vulcan wife and producing very Vulcan children. Yet, Stonn is on Earth, visiting this establishment. And his eyes are travelling all over Spock’s body. Yes, very surprising.
“Your attire seems to suggest you are looking for a possible mate. Would you be willing to engage in sexual congress this night?”
Spock’s eyebrows climb even higher. He thought that of all his fellow Vulcans, Stonn would be the last to engage in the Terran tradition of ‘one-night-stands’, and that he would be interested in doing so with Spock, whom he has tormented for his human blood on hundreds of occasions, is quite shocking. Although, now that Spock thinks about it, maybe not that much. Nyota has explained the strange concept of ‘pulling one’s pigtails’ to him, it seems like this expression might be an adequate description of what Stonn has made him endure during their childhood.
Spock gives the other Vulcan a smile, slightly larger than his usual “Vulcan smile”, as Nyota calls it, and is gratified to see Stonn drawing a sharp breath. It seems his earlier assumption was correct and Stonn indeed is aroused by Spock's display of his human side. Feeling reckless, he turns and presses his back to the other’s body. He can feel Stonn’s arousal expanding against the seat of his pants, and when he turns his head and closes his teeth over the Vulcan’s earlobe, Stonn can barely suppress a moan. Spock is pleased.
“I would indeed be willing to engage in sexual congress. But not with you. As humans say, not even if you were the last person on Earth.”
Spock removes himself from Stonn’s arms and steps back. He gives the other a smirk, turns, and walks away. He makes sure to increase the radius of his hips’ rotation, and when he looks back after a few steps, Stonn is still standing, mouth slightly open and a furious green blush on his cheeks. Then he gathers the shreds of his dignity and moves quickly towards the exit. The laughter of the humans surrounding him who have witnessed their encounter ensures Stonn will never forget the lesson Spock has taught him tonight.
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Jim still hasn’t let go of Leonard’s hand and he’d kinda glad for it if it didn’t feel like being clamped in a vice. He didn’t wanna come here, but he sure as hell doesn’t wanna be here alone. It’s dark and hot, scantily clad people are pressing close, and Leonard is a little scared to get lost in the mass of sweating flesh. Who knows what kinds of venereal diseases he might come out with?
Jim’s winding through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, Leonard can barely keep up. His right hand is being crushed, he’s sweating, he’s got Goddammed glitter in his eyes, and apparently, he’s going to cock-block a Vulcan. His life sucks.
They come to the bar, it’s no less packed here, but at least people are only standing instead of grinding against each other. Leonard desperately wants a drink to hide himself behind, but he sure as hell won’t try to breach the wall of flesh surrounding the bar. Jim is still holding his hand and looks around anxiously.
“Can you see them? They gotta be here somewhere. I don’t see them, do you?”
Leonard grumbles and glares at him, but looks around. The sooner they find that pointy-eared, sexually frustrated Vulcan prick, the sooner they can leave.
And there he is, Spock the uptight Vulcan, in all his leather-clad glory, talking to another Vulcan, pressing against him and grinding his hips, and Leonard wants to look away, but he can’t, it’s like an accident, it’s horrible and disgusting but you still watch.
He opens his mouth, only a garbled sound emerges, but it’s enough to alert Jim.
“What? Do you see them? Where?”
The kid looks over and starts moaning. “God, no, not a Vulcan! They’ll be a logical and stuff, having awesome mind-blowing sex, and I told you about the mindgasms, right?”
Yeah, and Leonard hates that fateful day. Jim’s eyes are wide and desperate, mouth working, hands clutched dramatically over his heart. At least he’s let go of Leonard, though.
“This is horrible, so so horrible. We have to stop them!”
No, they don’t. They have to go back to the ship, where Leonard can pour bleach in his eyes.
“Wait! Bones, do you see that? Spock left! Spock left and the Vulcan is all alone, and see, now he’s leaving, too, but by himself! Spock didn’t like him! Oh, this is great!”
Jim grabs Leonard by the shoulders and shakes him, grinning widely. “Awesome! See, Spock didn’t want him! That Vulcan bastard wasn’t good enough for him!”
Leonard frees himself and scowls at Jim. “Congratu-fucking-lations. So your Vulcan bastard is a picky bastard. He’s still gonna find someone else.”
Oh no. He really should not have said that.
Jim - wails. “No! He can’t! Where is he? I have to find him!”
And he’s gone. Leonard stands alone, the only straight guy in a gay club, surrounded by people staring at him and winking, and his Captain, who dragged him here in the first place, is nowhere in sight. Leonard hates his life.
Strong fingers pinch his ass. He squeaks and jumps about a mile high. He turns - a Klingon is leering at him.
“Hello, little human. You look lonely.”
Oh God. He retreats and bumps against another Klingon.
“Are you shy, little human? How about we take you back to our place and show you some fun, hm?”
Suddenly a flash of green skin zooms across his vision and he finds his arms full of Gaila.
“Lenny! So glad you could make it! Come on, Ny is waiting for you!”
Gaila proceeds to drag him away, glaring at the disappointed Klingons. Leonard follows in a daze, clutching her hand tightly. He’s never loved her more than in this moment, and as soon as he’s safe with her and Nyota, he’ll pay for all their drinks and listen to all her girly talk without complaining.
“… Ny and I rented a hotel room for some fun, later on. Wanna join? The cute Betazoid Ny was talking to earlier wasn’t into a threesome, or girls, and you’re pretty.”
Or he’ll do that.
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One of the humans who have witnessed his encounter with Stonn accosts him mere minutes later. He is obviously impressed by Spock’s dealing with the Vulcan and compliments his wit. Comments about his quick tongue soon turns into speculations about which other uses his mouth might be good at. The human looks pleasing enough, and his rather crude language is balanced by his obvious nervousness at the sight of Spock. Gary’s hands flutter around like nervous birds, constantly reaching for Spock and withdrawing hesitantly, the human clearly is afraid to touch him. But as Spock lowers his head and gazes at Gary through his lashes, the hands become bolder and soon Spock finds himself pressed against delightfully firm human flesh. This might be interesting. He makes sure to make his pose as submissive as possible, carefully touching the other’s strong chest and broad shoulders, and Gary gives him a wide grin and squeezes him tighter. He has no interest in the human’s chatter about Starfleet and his encounters with Vulcans, but Gary’s hands are big and firm, his eyes a familiar blue and his blond hair looks pleasing.
Suddenly Spock is being yanked out of the human’s embrace and tugged against another hard chest. Strong arms surround his waist and a hot mouth speaks directly next to his ear.
“Fuck off, Wilkins.”
The Captain. Of course. Who seems to know his admirer and is now glaring at him. Spock tries to untangle himself from his Captain’s arms, and has to use a considerable amount of strength to break free. The Captain reluctantly lets him go and moves in front of him. Apparently he is still glaring at Gary, because the other opens his mouth and complains.
“What, Jimmy? Jealous?”
“Leave Spock alone, Wilkins! He’s not yours!”
“I don’t see a sign on him, Jimmy, do you?”
Spock draws himself up to his full height. He is neither a hapless female nor is he anyone’s property. He will not allow any human, not even the Captain, to treat him as if he were. But the Captain ignores him. Instead he balls a fist and hits the other human. Hard. Spock blinks.
“Now fuck off and leave us alone!”
Gary retreats with much grumbling and glaring, holding his nose. Kirk looks after him and shakes his hand. Also he seems to be using his body to shield Spock from the surrounding spectators.
“What a fucker.”
“Captain. I firmly protest your behavior. Such violence is neither befitting a Starfleet officer nor was it appropriate. Also, I have no need of such interference, since I am fully capable of defending myself, should the need arise, and this situation was in no way offensive or threatening to me, since I myself… Is your hand all right?”
Kirk’s face has drawn into a strained expression at Spock’s lecture, and now he gives a pained grin and a half-hearted shrug. “I maybe hurt it on this asshole’s face?”
“Clearly this is your own fault.” Spock huffs a breath and looks towards the bar. He will be able to obtain an ice-pack of some sorts there, because obviously his Captain cannot be left to fend for himself. “Follow me. I will procure some matter of cooling.”
“Na, don’t worry. Bones is around here somewhere, he’ll fix it right up.”
“Indeed. The good doctor’s attention and kind words will surely be the most fitting treatment for your condition, Captain.”
“Right. So…whatcha doing, Spock?”
Spock is drawing breath to answer with some amount of sarcasm, when an image appears in his mind.
Spock is bent over a table, strong hands grips his wrists tightly. They are pressed against the small of his back, he struggles but can’t break free. A hot body covers his, wet tongue lapping at his neck, sharp teeth closing over his pinna. A heavy erection trails precome over his naked ass, and a rough voice whispers filthy promises in his ear.
“If you will excuse me, I must leave at once.”
Spock ignores his spluttering Captain and moves quickly across the room. In his mind a flame burns, scorching him, drawing him closer and closer towards the back of the bar. The other is calling him, his desire a fiery line in Spock’s mind, like a moth to the flame and Spock shudders in delight. A Betazoid. Perfect.
Continued in part 4
Series: How to bag and keep a Vulcan
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Summary: Spock tries to seek relaxation via engaging in sexual congress with various strangers. Jim is jealous and tries to stop him. Epic cock-blocking and hilarity ensues.
Written originally for the st_xi_kink_meme, crossposted at AO3 and at the kirkspock community.
Rating: Explicit
Disclaimer: I own nothing, it's all just fun and games...
Part 1, Part 2
Jim Kirk, coitus interrupter part 3
Turns out Bones isn’t in sickbay. Jim pouts a little, but it’s no fun if no one’s here to see it. What now? Visiting Spock is out of the question, since yesterday he’s somehow managed to insult the Vulcan by asking if rubbing his hands was the Vulcan equivalent of masturbation. He was simply curious! Vulcan sexuality is fascinating, hell, everything about Spock is fascinating, but his First clearly didn’t appreciate his interest. He unceremoniously threw Jim out of his lab and made it very clear that “any further attempt to offend my sensibilities will result in bodily harm”. But seriously, how will he ever learn that stuff if he can’t ask Spock?
So, Spock is out. He’d probably kick Jim in the mouth if he were to interrupt his experiments again, so maybe he’ll wander over to engineering. Maybe Bones is there, flirting with the cute Ensign again, or Scotty has some fun idea for the replicators.
He gallantly steps back and lets Chapel exit the door first, and smirks when she blushes. Yeah, he’s still got it. He walks slowly behind her, admiring her hips and legs. She’s very pretty, but somehow he wishes she were taller and leaner, with short dark hair and slender hips, and pointed ears… Whoa. No thinking about Spock. Especially not in public, where everybody can see the bulge in your trousers. He sighs and trots on. God, he hopes Bones still has something of that delicious peach schnapps.
Further along the corridor Chapel slows down and turns her head. She looks in Jim’s direction and her eyes get huge. She’s blushing, furiously, mouth gaping, and Jesus, he knew thinking about Spock was a mistake! Now she’s seen his hard-on and he’ll never live it down! She’s gaping and staring, and wait. She’s not looking at Jim, she’s looking at something behind him.
Jim turns and suddenly feels quite faint. Distantly he hears a silent “thud”, which must have been Chapel running into a wall. He can relate, because what he sees makes him want to bang his head against something as well.
“Guh.”
“Greetings, Captain.”
“Hello, Kirk.”
“Hi Jimmy!”
He knows he’s staring, and he knows they know he’s staring, but he can’t stop, can’t tear his eyes away. Gaila in nothing more than a bra and panties and Nyota in a short, short dress that shows off her insanely long legs are just blurry images at the edges of his vision, which has narrowed into a tunnel, centered on the person in the middle of the corridor. This can’t be Spock, his prim and proper and correct Vulcan, it can’t be, and yet, it is.
Spock is dressed completely in black, leather pants and, God, a muscle shirt, and his hair looks as if he just crawled from someone’s bed. It’s awful and horrible, and fantastic and unbelievable. Spock looks like a wet dream, he looks like Jim’s wet dream - he looks like sex. Jim feels hot and flushed, is achingly hard just from seeing his Vulcan like that, dick straining against his pants and he swallows and swallows. He wants to yank the Vulcan to the floor and lick him all over, put his tongue on those pants and smell Spock’s arousal, and bite his thighs and stick his nose in his armpits, and God, he wants.
Someone is talking. It takes an enormous amount of effort to rip his eyes away from the phenomenon that is Spock in leather pants and focus on Gaila.
“… doesn’t he look hot? Ny and I picked out his outfit, and he looks gorgeous, don’t you think? I bet they are gonna fall all over themselves to get a piece of that.”
Jim can’t breathe and his lust-addled brain takes its sweet time to decipher her meaning. Spock gives him the sassy eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Jim’s no doubt ridiculous gaping face.
“Anyway, we gotta go, clubs are waiting! See you, Jimmy!”
Wait, what? Gaila starts dragging Spock away, who gives him a nod, a snobbish “Captain” and a decidedly evil smirk in parting. Jim’s mouth opens and closes, in his head he’s screaming, but no sound comes out. He stares after them, transfixed by Spock’s legs and ass, moving and shifting in those tight pants and gapes like a fish, and listens to Gaila’s excited chatter of “See? You look totally hot. Even the Captain couldn’t take his eyes off you!”
Oh God, this is terrible. Jim’s throat works, he wants to yell at Spock to come back, right this instant, and put on a bath robe or something, because he’s walking through this ship, beaming down to Earth to go in God knows what clubs and everybody will see Spock in leather pants, and how will he ever be able to seduce Spock if his Vulcan will get molested where he stands? But only a faint wheezing noise leaves his mouth and his legs seem to have turned to jelly.
Uhura takes his chin and turns his head back towards her.
“Are you okay, Captain?” Her smile is wicked, evil, and her beautiful Amazon eyes are glowing with suppressed mirth.
“Guh?”
“I guess that means ‘yes’. Well, you heard her, we’re going clubbing. Spock was a little lonely these last days, but with the way he looks, he won’t have any trouble finding company tonight, don’t you think? Bye, Jim, and have fun with that paperwork!”
She looks at his crotch, gives him a saucy wink and an evil smirk and sashays away. Jim is still standing there gaping. She’s already turned a corner before he manages to shake himself from his stupor.
This is all Uhura’s fault, she’s an evil witch, she’s the devil. She put Spock in leather pants, and eyeliner for God’s sake, and now Spock is gone, prancing around in an outfit that even a saint couldn’t resist.
Bones. He needs Bones. Spock is gonna get sodomized any minute now, and they have to stop it. Jim starts running awkwardly, slightly hindered by his persistent erection, and yells for the Computer to locate his best friend.
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As soon as they have entered the club, Nyota gives Spock a wink, hits him firmly on his behind and follows Gaila towards the dance floor. Spock inclines his head gratefully, as much as he enjoys the two ladies’ attention, it might prove difficult to obtain companionship if it seemed he already were spoken for. Another hand slaps his posterior, and he gives the doorman a slight smile. The human is very handsome, but since he is busy guarding the entrance, it is unlikely that he will be able to leave his post tonight. Therefore, Spock turns and starts circling the room.
This evening has started most agreeably. The doorman is not the only male watching Spock. He is very aware of the stares his current attire provokes. He delights in the attention, the bodies pressing close, the trailing hands and fleeting touches to his rear and genital region. Fingers squeeze his cheeks and dip briefly into the barely visible valley between them, and he decides to acquire adequate gifts for Nyota and Gaila in the morning as thanks for helping him earlier this evening. Perhaps the exquisite satin nightdresses they both admired on their last visit to Earth?
He lowers his mind’s shields a little, in order to bask fully in the attention his entrance garners. This night will be most pleasurable.
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Leonard was pretty annoyed at first when Jim came in and interrupted him just when he was asking Amelia out for dinner. Stupid kid with awful timing, and scaring the pretty Ensign off before she could answer him. He yelled a little, and then became worried, because the kid was panting and wheezing, flushed a deep red and couldn’t stand up straight. He pulled out his scanner and was about to put it to good use, and maybe a few hypos, too, just in case ‘cause God knows Jim is unable to take care of himself and gets sick if, like, an ant sneezes. As soon as he realized what the problem was, Leonard was back to annoyed.
Now he’s rapidly approaching furious, because Jim is pulling him bodily along, and Leonard can drag his feet and stomp the floor and yell and argue as much as he wants, the kid won’t let him go. Goddammit, why in hell is Jim always dragging him in situations like these?
“Bones, move faster! We gotta find them!”
“I don’t want to find them! I was perfectly happy back on the ship, I don’t need this! I don’t need to see Spock in leather pants and glitter and makeup, and I hate you for telling me about it! My brain will never recover! Let me go!”
“Come on, Bones, move!”
“You’re not even listening! Leave me alone, you stupid cock-blocking idiot!”
Jim ignores him and drags him further along the street. By the way, how does he know where he’s going? And when in hell did he get this strong?
“It should be somewhere… there! There it is! Gaila told me about this club, I bet this is where they went! Come on Bones, we have to stop them!”
“I DON’T WANT TO! Let me go, you fucker! I don’t wanna go in there, I wanna go home to my sickbay! Where there are normal people, who aren’t obsessing about Vulcans in fuck-me clothes! I…”
Jim still won’t listen to a word he’s saying, and now they are coming up to the door, there’s a neon sign of two mars symbols, the arrow on one of them twisted through the other’s circle, and he really doesn’t want to go in there. He tries again to rip his hand away, but Jim’s fingers are clamped securely around his wrist. He’s trapped, and the bouncer gives them a saucy wink and appreciative grin. Then he slaps Leonard’s ass and rumbles “Hey there, cutie”, and Leonard’s shocked enough that Jim is able to drag him inside.
This is gonna be an awful night.
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“Spock.”
“Stonn.”
Spock raises two eyebrows at the sight of his childhood acquaintance. This is quite a surprise. If he had ever thought about the Vulcan who has tormented him in school he would have imagined Stonn was busy aiding the colony, married to a very Vulcan wife and producing very Vulcan children. Yet, Stonn is on Earth, visiting this establishment. And his eyes are travelling all over Spock’s body. Yes, very surprising.
“Your attire seems to suggest you are looking for a possible mate. Would you be willing to engage in sexual congress this night?”
Spock’s eyebrows climb even higher. He thought that of all his fellow Vulcans, Stonn would be the last to engage in the Terran tradition of ‘one-night-stands’, and that he would be interested in doing so with Spock, whom he has tormented for his human blood on hundreds of occasions, is quite shocking. Although, now that Spock thinks about it, maybe not that much. Nyota has explained the strange concept of ‘pulling one’s pigtails’ to him, it seems like this expression might be an adequate description of what Stonn has made him endure during their childhood.
Spock gives the other Vulcan a smile, slightly larger than his usual “Vulcan smile”, as Nyota calls it, and is gratified to see Stonn drawing a sharp breath. It seems his earlier assumption was correct and Stonn indeed is aroused by Spock's display of his human side. Feeling reckless, he turns and presses his back to the other’s body. He can feel Stonn’s arousal expanding against the seat of his pants, and when he turns his head and closes his teeth over the Vulcan’s earlobe, Stonn can barely suppress a moan. Spock is pleased.
“I would indeed be willing to engage in sexual congress. But not with you. As humans say, not even if you were the last person on Earth.”
Spock removes himself from Stonn’s arms and steps back. He gives the other a smirk, turns, and walks away. He makes sure to increase the radius of his hips’ rotation, and when he looks back after a few steps, Stonn is still standing, mouth slightly open and a furious green blush on his cheeks. Then he gathers the shreds of his dignity and moves quickly towards the exit. The laughter of the humans surrounding him who have witnessed their encounter ensures Stonn will never forget the lesson Spock has taught him tonight.
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Jim still hasn’t let go of Leonard’s hand and he’d kinda glad for it if it didn’t feel like being clamped in a vice. He didn’t wanna come here, but he sure as hell doesn’t wanna be here alone. It’s dark and hot, scantily clad people are pressing close, and Leonard is a little scared to get lost in the mass of sweating flesh. Who knows what kinds of venereal diseases he might come out with?
Jim’s winding through the gyrating bodies on the dance floor, Leonard can barely keep up. His right hand is being crushed, he’s sweating, he’s got Goddammed glitter in his eyes, and apparently, he’s going to cock-block a Vulcan. His life sucks.
They come to the bar, it’s no less packed here, but at least people are only standing instead of grinding against each other. Leonard desperately wants a drink to hide himself behind, but he sure as hell won’t try to breach the wall of flesh surrounding the bar. Jim is still holding his hand and looks around anxiously.
“Can you see them? They gotta be here somewhere. I don’t see them, do you?”
Leonard grumbles and glares at him, but looks around. The sooner they find that pointy-eared, sexually frustrated Vulcan prick, the sooner they can leave.
And there he is, Spock the uptight Vulcan, in all his leather-clad glory, talking to another Vulcan, pressing against him and grinding his hips, and Leonard wants to look away, but he can’t, it’s like an accident, it’s horrible and disgusting but you still watch.
He opens his mouth, only a garbled sound emerges, but it’s enough to alert Jim.
“What? Do you see them? Where?”
The kid looks over and starts moaning. “God, no, not a Vulcan! They’ll be a logical and stuff, having awesome mind-blowing sex, and I told you about the mindgasms, right?”
Yeah, and Leonard hates that fateful day. Jim’s eyes are wide and desperate, mouth working, hands clutched dramatically over his heart. At least he’s let go of Leonard, though.
“This is horrible, so so horrible. We have to stop them!”
No, they don’t. They have to go back to the ship, where Leonard can pour bleach in his eyes.
“Wait! Bones, do you see that? Spock left! Spock left and the Vulcan is all alone, and see, now he’s leaving, too, but by himself! Spock didn’t like him! Oh, this is great!”
Jim grabs Leonard by the shoulders and shakes him, grinning widely. “Awesome! See, Spock didn’t want him! That Vulcan bastard wasn’t good enough for him!”
Leonard frees himself and scowls at Jim. “Congratu-fucking-lations. So your Vulcan bastard is a picky bastard. He’s still gonna find someone else.”
Oh no. He really should not have said that.
Jim - wails. “No! He can’t! Where is he? I have to find him!”
And he’s gone. Leonard stands alone, the only straight guy in a gay club, surrounded by people staring at him and winking, and his Captain, who dragged him here in the first place, is nowhere in sight. Leonard hates his life.
Strong fingers pinch his ass. He squeaks and jumps about a mile high. He turns - a Klingon is leering at him.
“Hello, little human. You look lonely.”
Oh God. He retreats and bumps against another Klingon.
“Are you shy, little human? How about we take you back to our place and show you some fun, hm?”
Suddenly a flash of green skin zooms across his vision and he finds his arms full of Gaila.
“Lenny! So glad you could make it! Come on, Ny is waiting for you!”
Gaila proceeds to drag him away, glaring at the disappointed Klingons. Leonard follows in a daze, clutching her hand tightly. He’s never loved her more than in this moment, and as soon as he’s safe with her and Nyota, he’ll pay for all their drinks and listen to all her girly talk without complaining.
“… Ny and I rented a hotel room for some fun, later on. Wanna join? The cute Betazoid Ny was talking to earlier wasn’t into a threesome, or girls, and you’re pretty.”
Or he’ll do that.
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One of the humans who have witnessed his encounter with Stonn accosts him mere minutes later. He is obviously impressed by Spock’s dealing with the Vulcan and compliments his wit. Comments about his quick tongue soon turns into speculations about which other uses his mouth might be good at. The human looks pleasing enough, and his rather crude language is balanced by his obvious nervousness at the sight of Spock. Gary’s hands flutter around like nervous birds, constantly reaching for Spock and withdrawing hesitantly, the human clearly is afraid to touch him. But as Spock lowers his head and gazes at Gary through his lashes, the hands become bolder and soon Spock finds himself pressed against delightfully firm human flesh. This might be interesting. He makes sure to make his pose as submissive as possible, carefully touching the other’s strong chest and broad shoulders, and Gary gives him a wide grin and squeezes him tighter. He has no interest in the human’s chatter about Starfleet and his encounters with Vulcans, but Gary’s hands are big and firm, his eyes a familiar blue and his blond hair looks pleasing.
Suddenly Spock is being yanked out of the human’s embrace and tugged against another hard chest. Strong arms surround his waist and a hot mouth speaks directly next to his ear.
“Fuck off, Wilkins.”
The Captain. Of course. Who seems to know his admirer and is now glaring at him. Spock tries to untangle himself from his Captain’s arms, and has to use a considerable amount of strength to break free. The Captain reluctantly lets him go and moves in front of him. Apparently he is still glaring at Gary, because the other opens his mouth and complains.
“What, Jimmy? Jealous?”
“Leave Spock alone, Wilkins! He’s not yours!”
“I don’t see a sign on him, Jimmy, do you?”
Spock draws himself up to his full height. He is neither a hapless female nor is he anyone’s property. He will not allow any human, not even the Captain, to treat him as if he were. But the Captain ignores him. Instead he balls a fist and hits the other human. Hard. Spock blinks.
“Now fuck off and leave us alone!”
Gary retreats with much grumbling and glaring, holding his nose. Kirk looks after him and shakes his hand. Also he seems to be using his body to shield Spock from the surrounding spectators.
“What a fucker.”
“Captain. I firmly protest your behavior. Such violence is neither befitting a Starfleet officer nor was it appropriate. Also, I have no need of such interference, since I am fully capable of defending myself, should the need arise, and this situation was in no way offensive or threatening to me, since I myself… Is your hand all right?”
Kirk’s face has drawn into a strained expression at Spock’s lecture, and now he gives a pained grin and a half-hearted shrug. “I maybe hurt it on this asshole’s face?”
“Clearly this is your own fault.” Spock huffs a breath and looks towards the bar. He will be able to obtain an ice-pack of some sorts there, because obviously his Captain cannot be left to fend for himself. “Follow me. I will procure some matter of cooling.”
“Na, don’t worry. Bones is around here somewhere, he’ll fix it right up.”
“Indeed. The good doctor’s attention and kind words will surely be the most fitting treatment for your condition, Captain.”
“Right. So…whatcha doing, Spock?”
Spock is drawing breath to answer with some amount of sarcasm, when an image appears in his mind.
Spock is bent over a table, strong hands grips his wrists tightly. They are pressed against the small of his back, he struggles but can’t break free. A hot body covers his, wet tongue lapping at his neck, sharp teeth closing over his pinna. A heavy erection trails precome over his naked ass, and a rough voice whispers filthy promises in his ear.
“If you will excuse me, I must leave at once.”
Spock ignores his spluttering Captain and moves quickly across the room. In his mind a flame burns, scorching him, drawing him closer and closer towards the back of the bar. The other is calling him, his desire a fiery line in Spock’s mind, like a moth to the flame and Spock shudders in delight. A Betazoid. Perfect.
Continued in part 4