The Gas
Title: The Gas
Author: guiltyreasons
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Word Count: 1636
Prompt: Kirk/Spock, aphrodisiacs. Link
Warnings: Sexytimes.
Kirk had been coughing a moment ago, but something horrible had come into his eyes. He turned to Spock and suddenly the small cell seemed even smaller.
Spock tilted his head in wonder as Kirk's hand touched his shoulder than ran down his arm.
"Did I ever tell you how incredibly hot you are?" Kirk asked his free hand stroking Spock's cheek.
The smoke must have affected Kirk in some way. They needed to get out of the jail cell as quickly as possible, but now Kirk was completed distracted. Perhaps that's a peaceful way for them to keep prisoners from escaping. Of course, the guards sent in an aphrodisiac agent that rendered the prisoners so aroused they couldn't plan or do anything useful. It was logical on the outside, but on the inside it was insanity.
Kirk's hand ran over Spock's leg and started going up inappropriately. Spock grabbed his hand and stopped it.
Concentrate he told himself sharply.
Theses people were humanoid, sharing almost ninety-nine percent of the characteristics with the Earth race. That meant the aphrodisiac was geared towards that biology and explained why he wasn't affected, least not completed. Something odd was happening inside of him.
He couldn't take his eyes away from Kirk's. Those deep blue eyes that steered their ship through curtain doom and were now burning into him with more want than he'd ever experienced in his life. He truly admired how passionate Kirk could be, but he'd never had that part of Kirk's mind so focused on him before.
Perhaps if Kirk showed more focus normally than they won't be in this mess. If Kirk had properly read the information regarding this planet he would have known that sexual advances towards a priestess could land you a week in jail. Instead they would stuck in a prison with all of Kirk's attention focused on him and Spock's resistant fading quickly. He was part human after all and while the affects weren't as strong, they were happening.
"Spock," Kirk whispered running his hand down Spock's cheek and than leaned in. Spock barely had time to duck his head to avoid the oncoming kiss.
Kirk didn't give up. Instead Spock found a hard kiss was given to his neck and he groaned out. While his body was not easily seduced by the toxin, his body was weak and vulnerable. On a chemical level he was reacting, his penis had become engorged with blood and was throbbing in almost a painful fashion. The call to mating sang through his body and his mind could hardly fight it off. Giving into the sensation wasn't a possibility as the cool, relational one it was up to him to keep his calm and--
All thoughts were cut off as Kirk pinched his nipple while grabbing his groin at the same time. He let out an undignified whimper and found his body reacting against his instruction. His heart rate had increased, his breathing was labored without physical exercise and his cheeks were three times more flushed than normal. One touch had made his body react in the same way that hours of working out did.
"I know you want this too," Kirk said reading the signs as desire and not a physical reaction. It was only a physical reaction.
"I am only halfway affected by the aphrodisiac. I am not likely to-"
"Shut up," Kirk snapped, "I know you want it. I can tell. Deep inside you want it and your resisting the fact you want to fuck your captain."
"I won't use such language."
"But you do feel it, don't you?" he demanded laughing softly as his hand went up and down, "Sometimes I see it in your eyes, when you look at me. All that anger mixed with something else. You found someone who challenges you and that gets you going like nothing else."
"Why are you speaking in the past tense?" he asked not understanding why Kirk would assume such things. Was he accidentally giving off sexual encouragements without even meaning to? Than again humans tended to think the passing of a fruit could be affection. He'd never truly understand their sex craving culture.
"Because it's when it happens. I'm talking about on board the ship. I think you want me and you don't even know it. You pick the girl, the logical choice. She had feelings for you, she's beautiful, she'll look good next to you in pictures and it's easy to explain to others. Your captain on the other hand. That's not even near logical, in fact it's completely illogical to want your superior, a male who happens to annoy you to high heaven. It doesn't make senses, but sometimes when we're fighting your blood gets all hot and your heart races more than it should. You don't know what it is, but it makes you want to do something crazy. Kiss or kill. Am I right? Am I god damn-"
"Kirk!"
"What?" the man asked surprised by the interruption.
"Shut up," Spock said casually, but firm. He gave into his body demand and kissed those lips that never stopped moving and spitting out impossibilities. He realized now that sometimes when they argued he didn't want to leap across and kill the man. He wanted to pin him down and mate with him. Spock didn't know much about these emotions and it disturbed him that those two things could be interchangeable.
Kirk tasted less sweet than Spock would have guessed. It was a harsh taste like cinnamon, but something so Kirk behind it that it made him love it. Kirk's tongue snaked into his mouth and they dueled in a fashion perfect for them. His blood was on fire and his skin ached inside of his clothing, he needed skin, he needed touch.
Spock realized he could have stopped all this. Stopped it with a single touch of his fingers, but he hadn't. God he really had wanted this. He must have. How human and pathetic he felt to give in like this, but how pleasurable it was at the same time.
He ran his hands over the other man's body and found while they were similar they were not the same. Kirk was much thicker than he was and his muscles firmer in difference places. He felt hands on his own and suddenly his fingers were being dragged to the edge of Kirk's pants. He undid them and pushed his hand inside.
Kirk groaned at the first sensation of the other's fingers than thrust forward. Spock glanced up at his face and say something completely euphoric on it. He could not comprehend how a mouth hanging open, closed eyes, red cheeks and a tongue slightly hanging out could be considered so completely beautiful, but he held onto the image. Once the drug was gone would he ever feel this way again or ever let himself feel this way.
His thoughts were cut short, something very hard to do, by the sensation of Kirk's fingers pulling out his penis and starting to stroke it. All the nerve endings came alive and shut down the ones that made logical thought. Spock was for the first time in his adult life lost to sensation.
"Yes," he found himself saying, but didn't now that deep gruff voice that exited his lips.
Kirk kept that voice inside by kissing him again. It was a passionate kiss, like a good fight and Spock was glad it didn't have any of the softness and tenderness he'd come to expect from kissed. This felt so much more real, so raw.
Both hands found a unsteady, impossibly needy pace. Frustration was worked out through their finger tips and skin was smoothed and tormented with each stroke.
Kirk broke the kiss panting and moaning helplessly into Spock's mouth. Spock's hand went faster until the man gave a deep, primal grunt and came covering both their steps with his semen. Spock watched in awe as his friend gave himself over to the orgasm, but didn't stop his attentions. His fingers kept going, his whole hand down sliding up and down Spock's length until finally something felt like it was building in his stomach. It was a tight, heavy feeling and threatened to take him somewhere he knew he won't be able to control. Never had his body demanded so much from his mind before.
"Come for me Spock. You damn vulcan. This is good. This is going to feel so damn good," Kirk whispered in his ear his voice still heavy from his own climax, but demanding.
Spock, trusting his friend's words, allowed it to happen. He pulled back his mind and let it just happen. White coated his eyes and he saw stars, distant stars wondering his vision. His body was thrusts into small spasms as he released his seed in a quick burst of sensation. He let out a strangled sound that seemed more like a wounded animal than a self respecting man.
Kirk didn't pull him away or even try to clean them off. He pulled Spock close nuzzling his head into his shoulder and smelling him. Spock raised a brow at that, but said nothing. He was far too tired. He closed his eyes and determinedly fell to sleep. He didn't want to think about what this meant. He didn't want to think about what Kirk thought of him. What happened after the gas wore off, he didn't care. Not right now. Right now all he felt was warm and cared about and a touch sticky.
From behind a two way mirror the leader who had locked them away watched this all unfold in shock.
"I thought you gave them the truth gas?" he demanded irritated at his useless guard. He'd hoped to get some Starfleet secrets out of the two men not watch a circle jerk porn. He glared at the man who was rechecking everything he had pushed over and over again.
"But sir," he said desperately, "I did."
Author: guiltyreasons
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Word Count: 1636
Prompt: Kirk/Spock, aphrodisiacs. Link
Warnings: Sexytimes.
Kirk had been coughing a moment ago, but something horrible had come into his eyes. He turned to Spock and suddenly the small cell seemed even smaller.
Spock tilted his head in wonder as Kirk's hand touched his shoulder than ran down his arm.
"Did I ever tell you how incredibly hot you are?" Kirk asked his free hand stroking Spock's cheek.
The smoke must have affected Kirk in some way. They needed to get out of the jail cell as quickly as possible, but now Kirk was completed distracted. Perhaps that's a peaceful way for them to keep prisoners from escaping. Of course, the guards sent in an aphrodisiac agent that rendered the prisoners so aroused they couldn't plan or do anything useful. It was logical on the outside, but on the inside it was insanity.
Kirk's hand ran over Spock's leg and started going up inappropriately. Spock grabbed his hand and stopped it.
Concentrate he told himself sharply.
Theses people were humanoid, sharing almost ninety-nine percent of the characteristics with the Earth race. That meant the aphrodisiac was geared towards that biology and explained why he wasn't affected, least not completed. Something odd was happening inside of him.
He couldn't take his eyes away from Kirk's. Those deep blue eyes that steered their ship through curtain doom and were now burning into him with more want than he'd ever experienced in his life. He truly admired how passionate Kirk could be, but he'd never had that part of Kirk's mind so focused on him before.
Perhaps if Kirk showed more focus normally than they won't be in this mess. If Kirk had properly read the information regarding this planet he would have known that sexual advances towards a priestess could land you a week in jail. Instead they would stuck in a prison with all of Kirk's attention focused on him and Spock's resistant fading quickly. He was part human after all and while the affects weren't as strong, they were happening.
"Spock," Kirk whispered running his hand down Spock's cheek and than leaned in. Spock barely had time to duck his head to avoid the oncoming kiss.
Kirk didn't give up. Instead Spock found a hard kiss was given to his neck and he groaned out. While his body was not easily seduced by the toxin, his body was weak and vulnerable. On a chemical level he was reacting, his penis had become engorged with blood and was throbbing in almost a painful fashion. The call to mating sang through his body and his mind could hardly fight it off. Giving into the sensation wasn't a possibility as the cool, relational one it was up to him to keep his calm and--
All thoughts were cut off as Kirk pinched his nipple while grabbing his groin at the same time. He let out an undignified whimper and found his body reacting against his instruction. His heart rate had increased, his breathing was labored without physical exercise and his cheeks were three times more flushed than normal. One touch had made his body react in the same way that hours of working out did.
"I know you want this too," Kirk said reading the signs as desire and not a physical reaction. It was only a physical reaction.
"I am only halfway affected by the aphrodisiac. I am not likely to-"
"Shut up," Kirk snapped, "I know you want it. I can tell. Deep inside you want it and your resisting the fact you want to fuck your captain."
"I won't use such language."
"But you do feel it, don't you?" he demanded laughing softly as his hand went up and down, "Sometimes I see it in your eyes, when you look at me. All that anger mixed with something else. You found someone who challenges you and that gets you going like nothing else."
"Why are you speaking in the past tense?" he asked not understanding why Kirk would assume such things. Was he accidentally giving off sexual encouragements without even meaning to? Than again humans tended to think the passing of a fruit could be affection. He'd never truly understand their sex craving culture.
"Because it's when it happens. I'm talking about on board the ship. I think you want me and you don't even know it. You pick the girl, the logical choice. She had feelings for you, she's beautiful, she'll look good next to you in pictures and it's easy to explain to others. Your captain on the other hand. That's not even near logical, in fact it's completely illogical to want your superior, a male who happens to annoy you to high heaven. It doesn't make senses, but sometimes when we're fighting your blood gets all hot and your heart races more than it should. You don't know what it is, but it makes you want to do something crazy. Kiss or kill. Am I right? Am I god damn-"
"Kirk!"
"What?" the man asked surprised by the interruption.
"Shut up," Spock said casually, but firm. He gave into his body demand and kissed those lips that never stopped moving and spitting out impossibilities. He realized now that sometimes when they argued he didn't want to leap across and kill the man. He wanted to pin him down and mate with him. Spock didn't know much about these emotions and it disturbed him that those two things could be interchangeable.
Kirk tasted less sweet than Spock would have guessed. It was a harsh taste like cinnamon, but something so Kirk behind it that it made him love it. Kirk's tongue snaked into his mouth and they dueled in a fashion perfect for them. His blood was on fire and his skin ached inside of his clothing, he needed skin, he needed touch.
Spock realized he could have stopped all this. Stopped it with a single touch of his fingers, but he hadn't. God he really had wanted this. He must have. How human and pathetic he felt to give in like this, but how pleasurable it was at the same time.
He ran his hands over the other man's body and found while they were similar they were not the same. Kirk was much thicker than he was and his muscles firmer in difference places. He felt hands on his own and suddenly his fingers were being dragged to the edge of Kirk's pants. He undid them and pushed his hand inside.
Kirk groaned at the first sensation of the other's fingers than thrust forward. Spock glanced up at his face and say something completely euphoric on it. He could not comprehend how a mouth hanging open, closed eyes, red cheeks and a tongue slightly hanging out could be considered so completely beautiful, but he held onto the image. Once the drug was gone would he ever feel this way again or ever let himself feel this way.
His thoughts were cut short, something very hard to do, by the sensation of Kirk's fingers pulling out his penis and starting to stroke it. All the nerve endings came alive and shut down the ones that made logical thought. Spock was for the first time in his adult life lost to sensation.
"Yes," he found himself saying, but didn't now that deep gruff voice that exited his lips.
Kirk kept that voice inside by kissing him again. It was a passionate kiss, like a good fight and Spock was glad it didn't have any of the softness and tenderness he'd come to expect from kissed. This felt so much more real, so raw.
Both hands found a unsteady, impossibly needy pace. Frustration was worked out through their finger tips and skin was smoothed and tormented with each stroke.
Kirk broke the kiss panting and moaning helplessly into Spock's mouth. Spock's hand went faster until the man gave a deep, primal grunt and came covering both their steps with his semen. Spock watched in awe as his friend gave himself over to the orgasm, but didn't stop his attentions. His fingers kept going, his whole hand down sliding up and down Spock's length until finally something felt like it was building in his stomach. It was a tight, heavy feeling and threatened to take him somewhere he knew he won't be able to control. Never had his body demanded so much from his mind before.
"Come for me Spock. You damn vulcan. This is good. This is going to feel so damn good," Kirk whispered in his ear his voice still heavy from his own climax, but demanding.
Spock, trusting his friend's words, allowed it to happen. He pulled back his mind and let it just happen. White coated his eyes and he saw stars, distant stars wondering his vision. His body was thrusts into small spasms as he released his seed in a quick burst of sensation. He let out a strangled sound that seemed more like a wounded animal than a self respecting man.
Kirk didn't pull him away or even try to clean them off. He pulled Spock close nuzzling his head into his shoulder and smelling him. Spock raised a brow at that, but said nothing. He was far too tired. He closed his eyes and determinedly fell to sleep. He didn't want to think about what this meant. He didn't want to think about what Kirk thought of him. What happened after the gas wore off, he didn't care. Not right now. Right now all he felt was warm and cared about and a touch sticky.
From behind a two way mirror the leader who had locked them away watched this all unfold in shock.
"I thought you gave them the truth gas?" he demanded irritated at his useless guard. He'd hoped to get some Starfleet secrets out of the two men not watch a circle jerk porn. He glared at the man who was rechecking everything he had pushed over and over again.
"But sir," he said desperately, "I did."