Not As Much Fun As It Sounds
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: R
Summary: Kirk learns that zero gravity sex is not all it's cracked up to be.
Words: ~550
Notes: Written for the comment_fic prompt, accidental zero-gravity smut
Kirk would be lying if he said he'd never fantasised about having sex in zero gravity. When he imagined it, however, it was a lot more… intentional.
His fantasies, for example, never included the feeling of being partway through some truly spectacular sex, thrusting away steadily with Spock's legs wrapped around his waist, and then suddenly finding himself floating a foot off the bed. Worse, the lack of gravity, combined with the momentum of his last thrust, sends them skidding into the wall, which Spock's head impacts with an unpleasant thud.
The resulting pain echoes through the bond, and Kirk winces, reaching out automatically to rub the sore spot on Spock's head. "Are you okay?"
"I have been better," Spock replies. "I'm curious as to the sudden lack of gravity."
"Me too," Kirk grumbles. Of course something like this would happen during their first time off in weeks. He reaches out and, with a bit of effort, manages to toggle the intercom. "Kirk to Scotty."
"Scott here, sir. If you're calling about the gravity malfunction, I've got it in hand. Minor issue with the panels in decks four and five. Should have them functional again in a few minutes."
"Any injuries?" Kirk asks.
"None reported," Scotty responds. "Good thing most of the crew is on leave, aye?"
"Hmm," Kirk agrees. "Thank you, Mister Scott. Warn me when you're about to turn it back on."
"Will do, sir."
Kirk cuts the connection and buries his head in Spock's shoulder. So far the reality of zero gravity sex does not bear up to the fantasy in any way at all. Between the shock and the pain, they've both gone limp, and any movement is liable to send them crashing into the wall again. "And here I thought staying on the ship would be relaxing."
If he'd had his way, they'd be down on Risa right now, making love in a big, fluffy hotel bed. But unfortunately, due to a recent outbreak of Saurian fever, Starfleet have issued a statement that all crewmembers visiting the planet must be vaccinated before beaming down. And since Spock is allergic to the vaccine, he has to stay behind.
"You could have beamed down with the others," Spock points out. Kirk was in fact one of the first to be vaccinated.
"And leave you here alone?" Kirk shakes his head. "Never." He wraps his arms around Spock, pulling him closer, and reaches up to run his fingers through Spock's hair.
"How's your head?" he asks. "It feels like you're going to have a pretty impressive bump here."
"I will be all right," Spock replies. "It is a minor injury."
Kirk smiles. "And you're not just saying that to avoid having to tell Bones how it happened?"
Amusement flickers in Spock's eyes. "Not entirely."
A warm hand strokes down Kirk's spine and he leans into the touch, resting his head against Spock's shoulder.
"Jim?" Spock asks quietly.
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you stayed."
Kirk smiles, shifting until he can press a kiss to Spock's jaw. "Me too," he says.
Zero gravity sex might not live up to his fantasies, but, as it turns out, zero gravity cuddling is another story.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Rating: R
Summary: Kirk learns that zero gravity sex is not all it's cracked up to be.
Words: ~550
Notes: Written for the comment_fic prompt, accidental zero-gravity smut
Kirk would be lying if he said he'd never fantasised about having sex in zero gravity. When he imagined it, however, it was a lot more… intentional.
His fantasies, for example, never included the feeling of being partway through some truly spectacular sex, thrusting away steadily with Spock's legs wrapped around his waist, and then suddenly finding himself floating a foot off the bed. Worse, the lack of gravity, combined with the momentum of his last thrust, sends them skidding into the wall, which Spock's head impacts with an unpleasant thud.
The resulting pain echoes through the bond, and Kirk winces, reaching out automatically to rub the sore spot on Spock's head. "Are you okay?"
"I have been better," Spock replies. "I'm curious as to the sudden lack of gravity."
"Me too," Kirk grumbles. Of course something like this would happen during their first time off in weeks. He reaches out and, with a bit of effort, manages to toggle the intercom. "Kirk to Scotty."
"Scott here, sir. If you're calling about the gravity malfunction, I've got it in hand. Minor issue with the panels in decks four and five. Should have them functional again in a few minutes."
"Any injuries?" Kirk asks.
"None reported," Scotty responds. "Good thing most of the crew is on leave, aye?"
"Hmm," Kirk agrees. "Thank you, Mister Scott. Warn me when you're about to turn it back on."
"Will do, sir."
Kirk cuts the connection and buries his head in Spock's shoulder. So far the reality of zero gravity sex does not bear up to the fantasy in any way at all. Between the shock and the pain, they've both gone limp, and any movement is liable to send them crashing into the wall again. "And here I thought staying on the ship would be relaxing."
If he'd had his way, they'd be down on Risa right now, making love in a big, fluffy hotel bed. But unfortunately, due to a recent outbreak of Saurian fever, Starfleet have issued a statement that all crewmembers visiting the planet must be vaccinated before beaming down. And since Spock is allergic to the vaccine, he has to stay behind.
"You could have beamed down with the others," Spock points out. Kirk was in fact one of the first to be vaccinated.
"And leave you here alone?" Kirk shakes his head. "Never." He wraps his arms around Spock, pulling him closer, and reaches up to run his fingers through Spock's hair.
"How's your head?" he asks. "It feels like you're going to have a pretty impressive bump here."
"I will be all right," Spock replies. "It is a minor injury."
Kirk smiles. "And you're not just saying that to avoid having to tell Bones how it happened?"
Amusement flickers in Spock's eyes. "Not entirely."
A warm hand strokes down Kirk's spine and he leans into the touch, resting his head against Spock's shoulder.
"Jim?" Spock asks quietly.
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you stayed."
Kirk smiles, shifting until he can press a kiss to Spock's jaw. "Me too," he says.
Zero gravity sex might not live up to his fantasies, but, as it turns out, zero gravity cuddling is another story.