Codes: TOS; K/S; A/U
Rating: NC-17
Author: Rae Trail
Warnings: Explicit, implicitly non-con m/m sex and implied violent sex, and alien coercion. Also, extreme misuse of one of the sexiest poems ever written, as my title-piece. Highly recommended reading: John Donne.
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Notes: Sequel to "Summer Heat" and "Autumn Heat"
Summary: 2 years into the voyage, Kirk is eager to please his very demanding first officer.
"License my roving hands, and let them go
Before, behind, between, above, below.
O my America, my new found land,
My kingdom, safeliest when with one man manned,
My mine of precious stones, my empery,
How blessed am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds, is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness, all joys are due to thee
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be,
To taste whole joys."
John Donne, from "To His Mistress, Going to Bed"
Kirk shifted his feet below the table as Scotty droned on about the warp core adjustments he was planning for their layover at StarBase Aldrin. They'd achieved orbit over an hour ago, and Kirk was itchy for a little recreation. When Scotty finally stopped talking Kirk cleared his throat and nodded.
"Sounds about right, Mister Scott. Anything to add, Mister
Spock?"
"No, Captain. However, I will remain aboard in case Mister
Scott requires any additional assistance."
Kirk nodded again. "I think I will as well. I just want a nice
relaxing few days in my cabin, and I can be here if you need to
run anything past me, Scotty. But it had better be important. I
really need a bit of down time after that last mission."
"Verra well, Captain."
"Spock, as you're staying aboard, perhaps you'll give me a
game of chess later?"
"I would." The three men rose and gathered their pads
together. "I have something to attend to in the lab, and I will
visit your cabin when I have finished that."
"Good. Well, I guess I'm officially on leave now. The ship is
yours, Spock. Log me off, will you? Good luck with the
engines, Mister Scott."
"Och, luck is the last thing I need, Captain. Good evening to
you."
Kirk strode out the door ahead of his two most senior officers.
Two years into the five-year mission, and it was all he had
hoped it would be. Too many deaths, perhaps, but the
exploration of deep space was a dangerous job. Every crew-
person knew he or she might one day give that final sacrifice,
though it didn't make it easier on Kirk. He felt every death
deeply. He had lost two security men on the last away team,
and writing the letters to their families hadn't been any less
painful. Deaths aside, he loved every other aspect of the
voyage.
He went straight to his cabin and engaged his privacy locks
immediately, and then stripped and headed for the bathroom he
shared with Spock. He needed a shower badly. The hot water
he was privileged to use as captain began to dissolve the stress
and he lazed in the steam. Most of the crew had to use sonics;
Kirk loved his showers. By the time he had washed thoroughly
and began to rub himself with the towel he was feeling like a
new man. He combed his hair and applied a light scent before
taking up his dirty clothes and putting them into the recycler.
Passing through into Spock's cabin he did his nightly check of
the various comforts around the two rooms. There was plenty
of lube in the several places Spock preferred to keep it. The
cushions in front of the fire-pot were slightly disarrayed; he set
them straight, and then lit the fire. He retrieved Spock's
meditation robe from the closet and laid it on the wooden valet
stand, flicking a trace of lint away from the collar. From the
toy-chest he got the leather paddle and the cock-ring set and
the butt plug case; everything else remained inside unless
Spock requested it. Checking that all was correct, he did the
last task of opening a fresh bottle of Sh'Eer and pouring a glass
of the potent Vulcan liquor that Spock preferred. Unsure how
long his wait would be, he selected a book from the shelf and
settled on the cushions before the fire-pot.
It was very nice that Spock kept his cabin so hot, and required
Kirk to do the same, he reflected, not for the first time. Being
naked in normal crew-quarters temperatures would be very
uncomfortable. Kirk loved being naked when off-duty.
The book wasn't capturing his attention, and he realized he was
hungry. He considered paging Spock and finding out how long
he would be, but discarded the idea. Spock would arrive as
soon as he could after finishing his work in the labs. He was a
very dedicated officer, and holding the dual position of exec
and science officer kept him pretty busy. With a sigh Kirk lay
down and closed his eyes. He wouldn't notice his grumbling
belly if he was asleep.
When he woke it was with Spock crouched beside him, one
finger already pressing into Kirk's anus. It was exactly like the
dream he had just been having, and his cock was already hard.
Kirk chuckled and squirmed. "There you are. I was hungry."
He noticed that Spock hadn't changed, was still in his uniform.
"I am hungry. We will eat shortly. Kneel, please."
Kirk obediently rose to all fours, and Spock adjusted the
cushions under him before pressing him back down. Two
fingers now, sliding in and out of his ass. Kirk sighed with
pleasure. "Don't you want me to undress you?"
"No. Be still." A third finger joined the other two and Kirk
fought the urge to press backward to increase the stimulation.
He turned his head at a slight noise and thrilled as he saw
Spock easing his enormous cock out of his pants. "Tell me."
"I want you," Kirk gasped as the fingers inside him curled and
scraped at his prostate.
"You want what?"
"I want you to please fuck me."
"Yes." Spock straddled him, withdrawing the fingers. Kirk's
cock, trapped against the cushion, was throbbing. "You do. It
is very gratifying to be wanted, James."
"I want you. All the time. I try not to think about it when I'm
on duty..." He gasped as the head of Spock's cock pressed into
him. "But once I'm in our quarters, mine or yours, it's all I can
think of."
"You thought about being hungry."
"I'm sorry. That's why I went to sleep, so I wouldn't...
ahhhhhh... think about it." Kirk couldn't resist any longer, and
pushed back onto Spock's cock until it was all the way in.
Spock's hands on his hips tightened and Kirk stilled. Spock
rested there, immobile.
"Did you dream about me?"
"Of course I did. You know I always dream about you. I love
my work, and my ship, but you, Spock, you're my life."
"Mmmmm." Spock began to move then, slowly and leisurely
fucking him, and Kirk began to moan. It seemed like Spock
got bigger all the time, somehow. One hand left his hip and
reached for his face, and Kirk turned to meet it. Spock liked to
feel what Kirk felt when they did this, and Kirk was happy to
oblige, knowing he could trust Spock absolutely not to invade
his more private thoughts. He felt the familiar vertigo, and
then it seemed as if his pleasure had doubled.
He was too excited. Spock was pounding into him now,
grunting. Kirk's cock, scrubbing against the cushions, was
achingly hard, but he knew he wouldn't come before Spock
was ready. He wanted to keep Spock, and that meant keeping
Spock satisfied, and Kirk would do anything for that goal.
"Tell me your favourite dream, James."
"Oh... god, I can hardly think... maybe the one where you open
your pants on the bridge and order me to suck you in front of
the whole crew. I try to refuse, because it's in public, and so
you rip off my pants and bend me over the captain's chair and
fuck me, dry fuck me, and the crew just watches..." A
particularly harsh thrust and Spock was coming, he could feel
the hot semen burning behind his belly. But no command to
come followed, and Kirk began to groan with frustration as his
cock was pressed down into the cushions and the Vulcan
withdrew from his ass.
"Be still," Spock ordered. Kirk lay on his aching cock,
wanting to come with all of his being, feeling the hot semen
trickling out of his ass. A moment later there was a fresh
pressure on his anus, a cold pressure, and Spock was pushing a
large butt plug in. Kirk gasped but stayed still. Movement
now might earn him punishment worse than not being allowed
to achieve his orgasm. Spock, irritated, might banish him to
his own cabin for the entire night, alone.
Spock lifted him to his feet then and surveyed him, eyes
lingering on the weeping cock. "Good, James. If you had
come without permission I would have refused to let you join
me for dinner. Perhaps, if you continue with this excellent
behaviour, I will let you have an orgasm later this evening.
Now, go and wash and dress, and be at my door in two minutes
so that we can go to the mess. I expect you to maintain that
erection until I have a use for it, later."
He set a hand on Jim's cheek and kissed him lightly, and Kirk
resolved to do exactly as Spock said. He would not disappoint
this wonderful man. He would never disappoint Spock.
"As you say, Spock," he whispered, and pressed his face into
the hand on his cheek. He loved doing that, it gave him warm,
fuzzy feeling. He felt cherished.
"Yes. Now go."
The plug in his ass was sending fiery messages of pleasure
through his prostate to his cock, and the act of washing and
dressing quickly was almost blindingly sensual. Kirk used his
special padded extra-tight briefs, to keep the erection from
being visible to the crew, and slathered on a bit of extra
deodorant. He would be reeking of sex-sweat otherwise.
He was out of his door and touching the announcer on Spock's
corridor entrance well within the time limit.
Spock answered. "Yes, Captain."
"Dinner, Spock."
"Very well." The door opened and Spock stepped out. They
strode companionably through the corridors, Kirk trying not to
think about the plug that was massaging him, about the cock
trapped against his belly, chatting lightly about ship's business.
They were seated at a table, Spock with his usual salad and Jim
his favourite steak and mashed potatoes. Spock normally
allowed himself to indulge once a week since he had made
McCoy started him on a diet, but had lifted the restriction for
this few days break. Jim was grateful for it, though it irritated
him when McCoy sat down beside Spock and began to lecture
him, eating his own grilled chicken as he did so.
"If you start eating like that again, Jim, you're gonna put all
that weight back on."
"Knock it off, Bones. I'm on vacation, I'm allowed to have a
few treats." He shifted on his seat to stimulate the plug, and
smiled at Spock. "Isn't that right, Spock?"
"I have noted, Doctor, that the captain has been most
scrupulous in maintaining the diet you designed for him. As a
Vulcan, of course, I do not understand nor wish to understand
this urge to consume animal protein, but it is a human custom
to treat oneself to one's favourite foods while on vacation, is it
not?"
"Spock! I thought you were on my side." McCoy grumbled,
and then looked back at Kirk. "Alright, but I warn you, I'm
gonna be checking your meal cards once we leave orbit here.
How's the engine refit going?"
"Ask Spock. I'm on vacation."
"Are you planning to go down to the station? There's a great
little bar, I thought you and I could do a little recreating."
"Not this time, Bones. I have a lot of reading I want to catch
up on... don't worry, it's all fiction and history, not work," he
added, seeing his friend about to protest. There was no way he
was going to take shore leave while Spock was stuck on the
ship. "I'm going to spend time in my cabin, play a few games
of chess with Spock, and just generally relax."
"See that you do. By the way, you're both due for a physical
next week."
"I'll schedule it once I'm back on duty." Jim replied,
savouring a succulent morsel of his steak. He had put on a lot
of weight in the first year of the mission, but it wasn't entirely
his fault. Spock got a great deal of pleasure out of watching
humans enjoying their food. It made Jim happy to know that
he was in on the stoic Vulcan's passionate side; the rest of the
crew had no idea how much enjoyment they gave Spock.
Come to think of it, that earlier threat about not taking him out
to dinner had probably been empty. Still, it didn't do to
disobey Spock about their private lives. It made him feel like
so ashamed and guilty when he did. "I take it you're going
ashore?"
"Right after I finish my meal. Why pay for expensive starbase
meals, when the food here is so good?" It had really improved
these last months, since Spock redesigned hydroponics to
produce a better variety of vegetables and got StarFleet to
agree that a constant diet of synthetic food was bad for morale.
They had enormous freezers now, and stocked up on all
manner of food every chance they got. It was rare for them to
resort to the replicators anymore. Kirk felt a surge of pride in
the industry and intelligence that Spock applied to the crew's
welfare. He finished the last bite of his steak and pushed his
plate away, relishing the shivery shock that the butt plug
provided at the motion.
"Well, I'll leave you to your supper."
"I will walk back with you, Captain, with your permission."
"Of course, Mister Spock."
Once back up in officer country, the two men entered their
cabins through their separate doors, bidding each other good
evening for the benefit of a passing crewperson. Inside his
cabin Kirk hurried for the bathroom door and into Spock's
quarters. Spock was seated at his terminal, and didn't glance
up, so Kirk stood at parade rest in the doorway and waited.
"Did you enjoy your steak, James?"
"Yes, very much."
"Bring me some Sh'Eer, please."
Kirk obeyed, and waited for further instructions, once again at
parade rest. After a few minutes Spock looked up at him. "I
will be occupied with this report for the next one point five
hours. If you manage to maintain that posture for that time, I
will allow you to masturbate while I watch."
"As you say, Spock," Kirk replied, with a thrill of expectation.
Watching him masturbate almost always excited Spock into
fucking him.
"I have something for you to think about while you are waiting.
I have decided that, for my approaching Pon Farr, you will
accompany me to Vulcan. I am required to procreate, but I am
not required to mate with a female to do it. A simple sperm
donation is all that is required. However, for approximately
seven days I will be driven to the sex act almost hourly, rather
than my usual requirement of two or three times a day. You
will fill my needs. Vulcan privacy laws ensure that no one at
Star Fleet will be aware of your function during that time."
"Spock! I'm... I'm overwhelmed! Thank you!" Kirk almost
stepped toward the Vulcan before remembering the injunction
to stand still.
"Doctor McCoy will accompany us to the surface as well, to
see to your physical well-being. You will require considerable
attention."
"But... then he'll know about me! About us! Is that wise? He
might not approve. He might inform Fleet."
"He would. However, there is a Vulcan mental technique that I
can employ to remove his memory of the events. I dislike
using it on anyone, much less someone I consider a 'friend',
but it will be necessary if you and I are to retain the pleasant
life we have here. I have, in fact, used it on Doctor McCoy
several times in order to allow you to pass your physical,
without his making note of the anal tearing you occasionally
suffer from and to encourage him to repair the damage without
disclosing it in the medical log. Otherwise I would not be able
to take my pleasure with you as often as I wish, and would
have to resort to others. But I do not wish you to dwell upon
that." He continued typing. "I trust that this information is
inspiring you to be absolutely still for the next 77 minutes."
"Oh, yes, Spock." Kirk began to daydream. Vulcan! He had
dreamed many times about being on Vulcan with Spock, and
now it was going to be a reality. His cock began to strain even
more against the tight briefs he wore, and he knew that if he
looked down there would be a stain starting on his pants,
despite the extra padding.
Codes: TOS; K/S; A/U
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