Title : Latex
Fandom : Star Trek XI
Pairing : Spock/Bones
Rating : NC17
Word count : 1670
Notes : Medical Kink, for
perdiccas Disclaimer : I own nothing, this is not for profit
Snap.
Bones loved that noise, and the little puff of powder that accompanied it as he put on his surgical gloves. It was a noise which said "Let's go, no more dilly dallying". That snap came, and Bones and the patient both knew he was about to go to work. He knew that when he turned around the patient would be ready, waiting for him to show his quality as a medic. He knew that -
"Doctor, are we ready to begin?"
Bones huffed, irritated. "No, commander, I am ready to begin, you are ready to lie there and be quiet." He gritted his teeth and rattled his instruments. The pointy ones. Damn Spock. He picked up his speculum and held it up to the light.
"Excuse me doctor but I believe that that instrument is used to investigate body cavities. Will this be a part of the examination?" Spock blinked and Bones wondered whether he was the only lifeform on this ship who could lie naked with his feet up in stirrups and still manage to look laconic.
"I haven't decided yet." He snapped, dropping the instrument down on his trolley. He chewed his lip, glancing at the clock. He had the lab for another hour and all was not going according to plan.
Spock looked up at Bones expectantly. "Doctor, would it be helpful if I offered some...suggestions?"
"No, it would not. Please be quiet." Bones turned his back on Spock and let out a breath. This was ridiculous. He had to do something practical before Spock called him out on this whole thing. He spun around, placing one hand on the back of Spock's right thigh and one on his stomach. "Now, pull your legs up towards you. I'm going to....tighten this stirrup and then we can...see what we're...dealing with." Oh that sounded great, Leonard, really smooth.
He stared at his partner's naked body presented to him and went blank. He should know this - he's a doctor for God's sake. Truth is, he never did understand this medical kink business, but he had spent so long badgering Spock to come up with something left of field that turned him on that he now felt guilty for refusing it. He had challenged him over and over, suggesting that he wasn't normal if he didn't have some deep and dark sexual proclivity to confess. Eventually, Spock had given in and gone with the doctor angle. It was a little convenient, but Bones had nodded enthusiastically and set up everything they needed.
Now what?
Bones cleared his throat and placed his hands on Spock's hips. He winced.
"What's the matter?" Bones cut character and studied Spock's face. "Are you in pain?"
"No doctor,please continue with your examination." Spock's nostrils flared a little and Bones pushed on his hips, getting the wince again, as well as a little noise of discomfort. Bones might have called it a whimper if indeed Vulcans did such a thing.
"What's the matter, tell me. You're in pain there. In your hip." Bones moved to stand alongside him, letting his fingertips run over Spock's hip joint. He undid the stirrup straps and noted the smallest look of defeat on Spock's face. "Stretch your legs out for me." He ordered, now completely back into work mode. Spock did so, making another tiny noise in pain. Bones gently took Spock's left leg in his hands and encouraged him to bend back and forth. "When did this begin?"
"Four days ago. I noticed a sharp pain in the hip joint."
"And you didn't tell me about this because?" Bones shook his head. "Sit up please." He placed one hand gingerly at the base of Spock's spine and let the other curl around his thigh. "Lean against me and pull your leg right against your chest. Spock did so and let out the most fervent gasp yet. "Alright, alright, take it easy." Bones released him and stepped back. "On your hands and knees, I want to see where the pressure is getting you." If Bones hadn't been so focused on the problem he might have noticed the greenish blush which was spreading all over Spock's porcelein skin.
Spock moved tentatively until he was on all fours, his head bowed and just the slightest shake as his arms tensed under the weight of his upper body. "Is this acceptable doctor?"
"Yes, fine." Bones reached underneath him to grasp both hips, his hair brushing on Spock's ribcage as he did so. Another gasp. "What? Did I hurt you? I...oh...."
Spock's head bowed as he blushed darker. "I apologise doctor, it seems that the medical procedure has the capacity to arouse me whether I wish it to or not."
Bones backed up, clearing his throat. Well, this was interesting. "It's not a problem, I'm a professional, you can consider me detached from whatever reaction your body has to me."
"Yes." Spock's voice was unusually thick. "You are detached and methodical. Yes."
Aha! Bones smirked. It was the clinical thing. No raging human emotion, just plain, textbook medicine. He ran a latexed finger slowly along Spock's shaft and gave a tiny smile at the gasp at the quiver in his thighs. "Any pain there?" he growled.
Spock swallowed hard. "No."
"Hmm." Bones turned and took up the medical lubricant, moving in front of Spock so he could see what he was doing. He tossed the tube in his hands a few times before lifting Spock's head with a finger under his chin. "Does it hurt when you straighten your back?"
"No."
Bones regarded him coldly. "You're a fine specimen Mr Spock. Quite often a hybrid such as yourself picks up degenerative traits and doesn't look...quite right. But you..." He held Spock's head gently, looking down on him as he spoke. "The symmetry of your facial features is quite extraordinary. You have strong shoulders. You're proportioned very well." He moved to the side, pinching Spock's flesh along the hip and the stomach. "You're very well conditioned, too. What is your exercise regime?"
Spock's breath hitched. "I...practise a number of martial arts as well as some of Earth's Eastern physical disciplines."
"Yoga? Let's test the flexibility in this body then, and see if you've pulled something." Bones stood with arms folded looking at Spock side on. "Bend at the hip so that you can stretch out your arms, like you're bowing. That's it. Any pain?"
"No."
"On your side, lift your leg straight then bend at the knee and push it forward." He noticed Spock wince as he did so and nodded sagely. "You've pulled your groin, probably in martial arts training, then you've made it worse doing yoga. Hands and knees again." He picked up the lubricant and made his way behind Spock, noting the quiver that had returned to the commander's thighs. "Shuffle those legs apart, I'm going to start preventative medicine." Bones squeezed some of the nicely chilled lubricant on his still gloved fingers and grabbed one cheek of Spock's ass, using his thumb to ease it open. "Now this might feel a little strange but I'm going to show you how to work these muscles so that you don't injure yourself again." He stroked gently at Spock's opening, registering the shake in his breaths before inserting one steady finger. "Now commander, I want you to tense around myfinger, but with the gluteus muscles, not the adductor group, do you know what that means?"
"Yes." Spock did as he was asked and Bones patted his ass.
"Good, now relax, let's step it up." He waited until Spock relaxed his muscles and drizzled a little more lube on his fingers. Pushing three in, he once again asked Spock to tense around them. "You're doing very well, Commander. Now, push back on my fingers, let's see that hip move." His lips curled into a smile as he watched Spock fuck himself. "That's it, Spock. Nice and gentle now." He gripped Spock's right hip and massaged the joint. "Good, we can sort this hip out easy enough."
"Oh Doctor...." Spock gasped as he moved faster.
"Steady now...we don't want to pull anything." Bones withdrew his fingers and quickly took down his scrubs, lubing up his cock as fast as he could because after a year of listening to Spock come he knew the warning signs. "Are you ready to step up the examination Mr Spock?"
There was a long pause before the expected 'Yes' as Spock tried to control himself. Bones leaned forwards and dropped a kiss onto Spock's right buttock. "Alright then." He eased his cock inside with little resistance. "Now Mr Spock, I want you to use that excellent muscle control. Tense around me."
As soon as the words left his lips Bones moaned as Spock squeezed him, muscles contracting as he tensed and moved. Bones moaned and reached around to stroke Spock, managing three or four before he felt his cock clamped on by a good twenty pounds of Vulcan muscle pressure. He made a half-choking, half-yelping noise as he came harder than he had in years and sunk his fingernails into Spock's thigh.
He slowly pulled out, rubbing the half moon marks in Spock's flesh from his nails. Silently he started to clean up with sanitized wipes. "Mr Spock, would you like my final diagnosis?" he whispered.
"Yes doctor, I welcome it." Spock had a sheen of sweat on his skin but was waiting in place, on his hands and knees whilst he was cleaned.
"Sit up for me."
Spock moved to sit, closing his eyes as Bones stood between his legs, holding him.
"Groin strain to be treated with preventative exercise and muscle manipulation. To be undertaken by the chief medical officer as he sees fit. And a day's rest to be taken tomorrow."
Spock tilted his head quizzically. "But doctor, tomorrow is your day off, how do you propose - "
He was silenced by a kiss as Bones peeled off the latex gloves. "I'll do overtime."