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This is for

[personal profile] starting_gate, because I never give up.  

*boldly lies through teeth*

She asked for this last September.  *clears throat*  Er, I've been busy.

:-D

 

 

Original request: Five times Spock called Kirk “Jim”, not “Captain”.

Revised to: One time Spock called Kirk “Jim” five times.
 
Because It’s Pornier This Way

“Like this, Jim?”
 
“Ahh. Yes, just…just like that.” Kirk arched into the finger that was penetrating him. Yes, Spock knew all the right places, all the right ways to touch him, to make him melt. Had seemed to know instinctively, right from the beginning. But they’d been lovers for nearly two months now, and things only got better as time went on.
 
Those skilled, long-fingered hands could touch delicately or arouse roughly or just rub away the tension of the day. And his mouth…
 
“Are you ready for another finger, Jim?”
 
Kirk smiled at the ceiling. “Have you ever known the answer to that question to be ‘no’, Spock?”
 
A huff of laughter brushed warm air against his thigh. That had been something that was unexpected. The way that Spock… Kirk grunted in response to the increased pressure as another finger slid into his body …the way that Spock’s humorous, playful side came out during love-making. Smiles, chuckles. Spock, relaxed and open.
 
Not that he was constantly grinning from ear to ear, nothing like that. Mostly his face was set in its usual lines, but he was more responsive. Kirk gave a breathless moan as Spock gently rubbed across his prostate. No, not grinning like a love struck loon, not like he’d been with that Leila Kalomi woman while under the influence of those alien spores. Hanging upside down from trees…
 
“Jim? Am I hurting you?” Spock’s hand stopped moving.
 
Kirk hastily wiped the frown from his face. “No, of course you’re not. Sorry, my mind wandered for a few seconds.”
 
Spock loomed up over him, looking down at him admonishingly. “You know our agreement.”
 
“Just the two of us; I know. I’m not as disciplined as you are, Spock. Sometimes outside thoughts creep in.” He shrugged repentantly.
 
Spock brushed the fingertips of his free hand down Kirk’s cheek and raised an eyebrow. “I can see that I must work harder to retain your focus on me, Jim.”
 
“No, no, you’re doing a fine job. Really.” Kirk wriggled his hips and Spock’s hand resumed its delightful motion. “An excellent job. As always.” He smiled up at his lover and Spock’s eyes grew softer, and his head dipped down to claim a kiss.
 
That had been another surprise. Spock’s tenderness. Not that Kirk had supposed that Vulcans were brutes in the bedroom, but he hadn’t expected soft kisses and loving murmurs and looks that left him glowing. Spock made him feel like he was something very precious.
 
But not fragile. Oh, no. Kirk tightened his grip on Spock’s shoulders and thrust his tongue into his mouth, signifying his readiness to move on. Foreplay was all well and good, but Spock buried deep inside him was better yet. Their kiss intensified. Spock’s fingers left him in a slow, lingering pull and Kirk moaned.
 
Spock broke off the kiss and moved himself into position between Kirk’s parted legs. “Want you!” Kirk gasped. Spock bit his lip and began his push, entering Kirk in a steady slide that never failed to dissolve his spine completely. “So good,” he cried out, clutching at Spock with greedy hands.
 
“Yes,” Spock agreed, “so very good.” The tremor in his voice thrilled Kirk’s soul as much as the fluid movements of his lover’s body were thrilling him physically. They fit together so well, brought so much pleasure to each other. Spock filled his empty places, and he tried to do the same in return.
 
It was impossible to think of their ever being parted now. And nearly impossible to imagine a time when a relationship like theirs would have been forbidden. Yet history spoke of centuries of bigotry that would have forced two men to remain apart, and more recently would have sought to keep a human and an alien apart. Even Star Fleet regulations would once have kept a captain and his first officer apart.
 
They were in the right place at the right time. Free to love, to be together like this, to bring each other to ecstasy with the slide of their sweat-damp bodies, with the drive of flesh upon flesh, flesh into flesh. To hold each other and tremble with effort and excitement, to reach out and grasp the stars and know bliss.  

"Jim!"

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