Title: Graffiti
Author: Lyrastar <lyrastarwatcher@yahoo.com> www.geocities.com/lyrastarwatcher 
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer:  The characters and all things Trek are the property of Paramount/Viacom.  No money is being made so if they have a problem with it, they can suck my dick too.
Summary:  Suck my dick.   
Thanks: To Farfalla for the inspiration and to Hypatia for the incidental suggestion.

GRAFFITI

"Spock, suck my dick." Jim threw himself back in the sheets and  wriggled suggestively. The clean pair of trousers fell from his hand  and the fresh gold tunic rose up over the little bulge of his belly.  He caressed his abdomen sensuously, then slid his hand down his  shorts and freed his rapidly-inflating penis.

The chronometer read 0555:12. Spock pulled on his second boot and  rose from the edge of the bed. He smoothed his tunic and turned to  face his still-naked husband. He kept his wrists locked firmly  behind his back. "Captain, we are due on the bridge in 4.63  minutes. We do not have time for such an indulgence."

"Oh, come on, Spock, just a few little sucks." Jim grasped for his  own penis and began to work it, at first with just the tips of his  fingers, then harder, with purpose. "You know I love it when you put  your mouth on me. I want to feel you take me deep into the back of  your throat. I want to feel you suck all the blood and passion in me  into my dick; I want to feel you to suck it right out of me and into  you."

Jim sucked in his breath. He shifted his grip to take himself firmly  in the palm of his hand and began to pump in earnest now. His eyes  rolled back and his body arched. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on  his forehead. The rich aroma of male arousal filled the room.  Oblivious to all but the drives of his own body, Jim slid his hand  rhythmically up and down, fingering the spots he loved best.

"I love to feel your tongue make love to me. I love it when your  teeth scrape hard enough to make me feel it deep in my gut. I want  to feel you suck and swallow my come down the back of your throat. I  want to boil over inside your mouth. Oooooh..."

With each fluid stroke Jim thumbed the glans harder. His eyes rolled  back. His body arched. A telltale ooze appeared at the tip, now  blotched and congested with blood. With a strangled cry, Jim  pistoned himself to completion.

He fell back into the mattress. His face glowed with a boyish  glee. "Not quite the same, but it serves in a pinch," he chuckled  with a wink.

Spock stood still by the bed observing the entire performance  impassively. "Captain, you now have 1.08 minutes to report to the  bridge. As it seems improbable that you will be able to report on  time and in an hygienic condition, I shall report in your stead.

"Of course, if you are tardy, I shall have to make the applicable  annotation in the ship's log."

Jim rolled over and sat on the side of the bed, palms pushed down  into the mattress on either side of his hips. He looked up  balefully. "Spock," he said, "suck my dick."

END