Chocolate for Breakfast Spock/McCoy
Chocolate for Breakfast, Spock/McCoy, PG
Noein9
Note: This was originally a comment left on folkhore story, so she said to distribute this out!
It was so open, and so very disgraceful.
When Ensign Lynch introduced him to s'mores (Spock always pronounced it with an Arakian accent) the gooey, sweet treat with obscene amounts of chocolate, Spock felt his mouth water.
He quickly realized hat he could not eat it with a fork; it had to be consumed using the hands. Spock tried to eat as neatly as possible, but he moaned and trembled at the dual hit of refined sugar and theobromine hit all his nerves centers, leaving Spock in a deep high.
Ensign Lynch snorted. “See, there you go , Mr. Spock. Can’t eat s’mores with a fork, you know!”
Oh, but how did he know!
Warm, dark, molten chocolate dribbled down his fingers, into the crevices, down into the palm. And yes, it was dirty, and it was so public, here, with a grinning Ensign Lynch and the entire gamma shift on meal break.
Yes, it was dirty, but he had to suck off the chocolate. Right here, in the rec room. Off his fingers. In front of everyone!
So Spock delicately, as subtly as possible, licked the very tops of his right hand, feeling all the nerves come alive.
Ensign Lynch laughed with joy. He was an incredibly warm sort of human, and a rather perceptive biochemist who was always ready with a logical yet of out the ordinary theorems for the new life forms they encountered.
"See, Mr. Spock? I knew you would enjoy that! Hey- I got to go! But I have really good dark chocolate- my family runs a chocolate plantation- so don't be shy! See ya!""
And off went Ensign Lynch, along with some of the crew. Spock realised, in his high, that Alpha shift would be starting and Lynch was actually eating s'mores for breakfast!
So he was free now, to truly indulge. Spock slowly placed a middle finger in his mouth, dragging it just so against his teeth, licking the very underside of his finger with his tongue.
Yes.
He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor and the feeling of flying and yet being grounded. His manhood was swelling with arousal and the effects of the theobromine.
"Why, good morning."
Leonard's voice was soft, almost a deep whisper, yet thrummed all through Spock's skin.
Spock opened his eyes and looked up into Leonard's blue ones. Leonard sat down, and looked at Spock's plate.
"Hmm. Even I just drink coffee early in the morning...and what's this? Spock, what a messy eater you are! Let me clean you up, now."
Leonard nonchalantly took Spock's hand, staring into Spock's eyes, and suddenly sucked in the middle and ring fingers into his warm, coffee scented mouth.
He swirled his tongue around the fingers in quick, short whorls, licking off the chocolate, dipping his tongue right into the very crevices leading to his palm. There was ...Oh, by the name of all his people's gods, there was chocolate froth forming on Leonard’s mouth, just like the way there was foam on his mouth when he...
"Leonard, please--"
But Leonard merely blinked, slowly and kept sucking and licking teasing and right, right, right--
Spock took his other hand and bit down so that he would not shout.
Leonard smiled, popped the fingers out his mouth, Licked the chocolate foam off his lips and sipped his coffee, waiting, watching.
His pants were soiled. But Spock had his break coming up. The stain could be explained away.
"Leonard, I....I have my daily break coming. I will see you on Beta shift."
Spock got up, gathered his dignity and turned to leave.
Leonard gave him a broad smile.
"Good Morning, Spock. Oh, and when I see ya, I need to share some chocolate I got from Deneb 4 with ya. It's...well, you'll see.
And Leonard went back to his coffee.
Spock hurried along to his quarters, stripped and showered, anxiously cleaning his hands.
Disgraceful.
Noein9
Note: This was originally a comment left on folkhore story, so she said to distribute this out!
It was so open, and so very disgraceful.
When Ensign Lynch introduced him to s'mores (Spock always pronounced it with an Arakian accent) the gooey, sweet treat with obscene amounts of chocolate, Spock felt his mouth water.
He quickly realized hat he could not eat it with a fork; it had to be consumed using the hands. Spock tried to eat as neatly as possible, but he moaned and trembled at the dual hit of refined sugar and theobromine hit all his nerves centers, leaving Spock in a deep high.
Ensign Lynch snorted. “See, there you go , Mr. Spock. Can’t eat s’mores with a fork, you know!”
Oh, but how did he know!
Warm, dark, molten chocolate dribbled down his fingers, into the crevices, down into the palm. And yes, it was dirty, and it was so public, here, with a grinning Ensign Lynch and the entire gamma shift on meal break.
Yes, it was dirty, but he had to suck off the chocolate. Right here, in the rec room. Off his fingers. In front of everyone!
So Spock delicately, as subtly as possible, licked the very tops of his right hand, feeling all the nerves come alive.
Ensign Lynch laughed with joy. He was an incredibly warm sort of human, and a rather perceptive biochemist who was always ready with a logical yet of out the ordinary theorems for the new life forms they encountered.
"See, Mr. Spock? I knew you would enjoy that! Hey- I got to go! But I have really good dark chocolate- my family runs a chocolate plantation- so don't be shy! See ya!""
And off went Ensign Lynch, along with some of the crew. Spock realised, in his high, that Alpha shift would be starting and Lynch was actually eating s'mores for breakfast!
So he was free now, to truly indulge. Spock slowly placed a middle finger in his mouth, dragging it just so against his teeth, licking the very underside of his finger with his tongue.
Yes.
He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor and the feeling of flying and yet being grounded. His manhood was swelling with arousal and the effects of the theobromine.
"Why, good morning."
Leonard's voice was soft, almost a deep whisper, yet thrummed all through Spock's skin.
Spock opened his eyes and looked up into Leonard's blue ones. Leonard sat down, and looked at Spock's plate.
"Hmm. Even I just drink coffee early in the morning...and what's this? Spock, what a messy eater you are! Let me clean you up, now."
Leonard nonchalantly took Spock's hand, staring into Spock's eyes, and suddenly sucked in the middle and ring fingers into his warm, coffee scented mouth.
He swirled his tongue around the fingers in quick, short whorls, licking off the chocolate, dipping his tongue right into the very crevices leading to his palm. There was ...Oh, by the name of all his people's gods, there was chocolate froth forming on Leonard’s mouth, just like the way there was foam on his mouth when he...
"Leonard, please--"
But Leonard merely blinked, slowly and kept sucking and licking teasing and right, right, right--
Spock took his other hand and bit down so that he would not shout.
Leonard smiled, popped the fingers out his mouth, Licked the chocolate foam off his lips and sipped his coffee, waiting, watching.
His pants were soiled. But Spock had his break coming up. The stain could be explained away.
"Leonard, I....I have my daily break coming. I will see you on Beta shift."
Spock got up, gathered his dignity and turned to leave.
Leonard gave him a broad smile.
"Good Morning, Spock. Oh, and when I see ya, I need to share some chocolate I got from Deneb 4 with ya. It's...well, you'll see.
And Leonard went back to his coffee.
Spock hurried along to his quarters, stripped and showered, anxiously cleaning his hands.
Disgraceful.