ObDisclaim:  ParaViaBorg owns the Trekiverse.  I'm just a-playin' wi' their toys fer a bit.  Not for commercial purposes.  Not recommended for children, farm animals, or elderly Republican congressmen.  Contains scenes of m/m sex.  If that offends thee,  or thee is under legal age, <waves elegantly limp wrist> then please, go read something else, ok?

Here you are folks, eat your hearts out ;-)>  This was at least partly inspired by the cover picture on a zine I have -- a certain Vulcan with his head cocked, about to smile, jeans jacket fallen open to show all that tasty furry skin...  Mmm.   Yum.  It's just a bit of fluff, no plot at all.  What can I say?  It's raining, my mate's at work, I'm horny, and the Boyz were bored.  And so it goes...

"...Satisfaction"
 TOS K/S, PWP
[NC17]

   "...yes.  There.  Right there, Spock.   That's it.   Now -- don't move!"  Kirk grinned, watching the Vulcan struggle for control.  Spock was leaning back against the cushions in the window-seat, trying to catch his breath.  The bright Iowa summer sunlight pouring in through the window was better than a spotlight, any day.  The soft, worn, blue denim work shirt he wore was completely undone, and had fallen open to display the slim flat belly and lean furred chest to best advantage.  The jeans that Jim had loaned him were halfway unbuttoned, just far enough to show a hint of black curls -- and nothing else but olive skin.  Their fabric was strained taut by the needful bulge of his erection.   His small jade-bronze nipples were hard and tight, still glistening from the touch of Jim's tongue.

    "Mmmm, god -- you look good enough to eat, t'hy'la..."   A faint yearning sound was his response -- even Spock's iron control could only withstand so much, and Jim had been pushing him pretty hard.  Jim smiled again.   "I've got you right where I want you, now, mister."  He leaned forward and pressed his face into the Vulcan's groin for a moment.  Spock couldn't help lifting his hips; he moaned, very softly.  Jim slowly ran his tongue up his lover's belly, nipped at his navel, and then sat up again.

    "*That* is for trying to get out of going on leave with me," he purred.  And smiled, when he heard his mate's breathing stutter and catch.

    He bent down and bit at one of Spock's nipples, just hard enough to sting.  A gasp ensued, and a somewhat louder moan.

    "*That* is for kissing me in the turbolift two days ago, just before the doors opened."

    He put both hands on the insides of Spock's thighs, and slowly, lovingly caressed upwards, being careful not to actually touch the rigid, straining cock.   Again Spock thrust his hips up, involuntarily.  His head was thrown back, his lips parted.  The gleaming black hair was tousled and disordered.  Jim licked his lips and smiled again.  *mine... mm, god, yes.  all mine*

    "And *that*," he drawled, "is for all those times you've waggled your ass at me on the bridge, knowing what you do to me, knowing that I couldn't do anything about it."     Spock capitulated.  Vulcan control was evaporating like a snowball in a furnace; he could not stand it any more.   He opened his eyes, and Jim sucked air at the sight of the love, the desire, the raw animal *need* on his bondmate's face. "T'hy'la," Spock whispered, his voice rough with hunger, "t'hy'la -- Jim -- *please*..."

    Another swipe of Jim's tongue, down the warm flat belly. "Please *what*?  You're going to have to say it, Spock."

    "Aah...  Jim -- I... I want, I *need*..."  He gasped again, as Jim planted another kiss on the denim-covered bulge at his groin.

    "What do you need, Spock?"  Cool fingers reached up, to toy with his nipples.

    Another gasp.  "You!  Jim -- Bright One -- *please* -- I need *you*.  *Now* -- I cannot bear this..."

    Jim smiled, that familiar, lazy-cat grin of his, and laid full length atop the yearning, eager body of his mate.  He wrapped his arms around him and kissed him, hungrily, devouring him, drinking in the taste and the feel of him.  He rubbed himself against him, feeling heat flash through them both as their cocks bumped and rubbed together.  Beneath him Spock moaned and tossed his head, every vestige of control lost to the Fire that always flowed between them when they touched.

    Jim lifted himself up on his arms, looking down with wonder at the sight of his cool, calm Vulcan dazed with passion, his lips flushed green, swollen from their kisses.  "Now," he purred, "now do you agree, that I was right to bring us here?  Hmmm?"

    Spock's hands grasped at his hips, pressing them more tightly together.   The black eyes shone brightly, with the love he let no-one else see.  Only Jim could do this to him.  Only Jim... "Oh yes, t'hy'la...  Thee was right.   But if thee does not stop teasing me... oh!"

    Those cool human fingers were working at his groin, opening buttons, pushing at the fabric that kept them separate.  He let go for a moment, and lifted up his hips, allowing Jim to slide his trousers down, down.  And then Spock nearly blacked out, for Jim bent down and took him in his mouth, and for a moment he could not breathe at all, for the sheer pleasure of it.

    Jim buried his nose in damp black curls for a moment, then slowly, so slowly, pulled his head back, ending with a flick of his tongue at that spot right between the two ridges, a spot that never failed to drive Spock wild.  Then he took him in again, enjoying the salt-sweet taste, the feel of him, like silk-covered steel -- and the overpowering sensations he could feel, through the Bond that they shared.  Finally he let go and stood up, stripping quickly out of his own clothes.  Spock reached for him, his dark eyes glittering, needing.

    He sat back down astride his lover's thighs, planting a kiss on the very tip of the straining jade-bronze shaft.  "Just a moment..." he murmured, and picked up the small jar he had brought in earlier.  Reaching in, he took a generous dollop of the soft warm coconut oil, and smoothed it on the Vulcan's cock.   This produced more gasps, and a long, shivering moan.  "Easy, love, easy.   Just hold on..."  Spock nodded, his teeth fastened on his lower lip, struggling for control.

    "*Hurry*, Jim..."

    "Mmm ... yes."  Now the human rubbed the oil between his own legs, and up inside himself.  He was ready -- oh god, was he ready.  He wanted this as badly as Spock did. 

    At last he raised his hips, slid forward, and lowered himself back down until he could feel Spock's hardness pressing against him.  The Vulcan was shivering, fighting to hold himself still, to wait until Jim gave the word...

    "*Now*, Spock..."  And hot Vulcan hands grasped his hips, as Spock thrust himself upward, inward.  Jim gasped, and threw his own head back, as that hot hard flesh filled him up.  Even that first little flash of pain was delicious.  "Ohh...  Yes!" He let himself slide downward, taking ever more, until he felt his balls touch his mate's belly.  *so good -- so hot* Spock's hands gripped him hard, held him tightly -- Vulcan strength lifted him, lowered him...   And Jim gasped again, and gave himself up to it, surrendering once more to the irresistible Fire the two of them always made together.  "Oh, god -- *yes*!!"

    Spock thrust, again and again, burying himself in the cool human flesh.   He could never get enough of this, of Jim.  *so cool -- so tight* So very *right*.  He could feel himself growing even harder, his balls drawing up toward his cock, the familiar ecstatic tension beginning to build, in his body and his mind...

    And Jim reached down and put his fingers on Spock's face, and murmured, "...now, yes.  Now -- join us, t'hy'la!"  And he did.  He reached for his bondmate's face; he fell into Jim's mind, even as Jim fell into his.   Yearning, reaching, drowning in brightness and flame.  Bodies slamming together, separating only long enough bury themselves again.  He was inside Jim, Jim was inside him -- it didn't matter.  Both of them felt all of it, shared all of it -- the heat, the coolness; tightness squeezing; hardness thrusting in, ever deeper, ever faster...  They soared, wrapped up together; they burned up to ash and gone, only to flame anew...  He could not even breathe; he could only feel -- only this, only Jim.   Their pleasure built, climbed -- doubled, trebled.  Ever tighter, that tension inside them.  Surely their very nerves must burn, with the heat they made together.   A tidal wave of flames, roaring in toward the shore, climbing higher and higher -- and then it crested and broke.  Every muscle locked, he felt himself shatter; felt his seed pour out -- felt it gushing, up inside him, burning; his own coolness flowing on the belly of his mate...  Release, relief -- so strong he feared they might simply disintegrate...

    And then the long, slow fall back into the flesh; last little waves of pleasure shivering through them both.  Hearts racing, lungs fighting to draw enough air.  One last squeeze, one last thrust -- one final outward ripple of joy and delight...  And they collapsed, together.  Sated, boneless, relaxed...  *oh yes*

    Spock drifted, drowsing, secure in the arms of his mate. When he heard Jim start to laugh, it was a struggle to open his eyes, to see what had provoked his human *this* time.

    Jim was laughing so hard, now, that tears stood out in the corners of his eyes.  "Oh, shit -- we're in trouble now, Spock.  Check it out -- we broke the damned window!"  And in fact, there were several large cracks in the center pane of glass -- cracks which had not been there when the two of them first climbed up and sat down together.

    He sighed, and then permitted himself to return the smile.  At this particular moment, he would not have found the end of the universe particularly disturbing.  "Indeed, we did.  Then Jim -- we shall have to repair it, before your mother returns from her trip, tomorrow."  And he pulled him down for a kiss, once more.

    For his own part, Spock was simply glad that the Kirk farm was no longer a working farm.  For had anyone been busy in the yard below, the two of them would have put on quite a show.

                              -----/end/-----

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