Title: Commencement
Author: KC snix@apci.net
Series: TOS/DS9
Pairings: Spock/Bashir
Rating: NC-17
Summary: At Starfleet graduation, Bashir has some unacademic thoughts
about the guest speaker
Disclaimer: Star Trek does not belong to me, it belongs to those
party poopers at Paramount. I make no monies from this, all I get
from this is a slightly pink face. <g>
Permission to archive given, but let me know about it, 'kay?
Notes. Part of the Spock-fuh-q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest/
By the by, this is my first-ever attempt at Spock slash, so *please* be gentle!
Commencement
Julian shifted in the hard seat, crossing his legs and trying not to nod off.
Would this damn ceremony never end? It seemed graduation exercises had been
going on for hours, with no end in sight. He looked across the sea of faces,
similarly attired in graduation garb. His mind wandered as the Valedictorian gave
her speech, droning on and on about looking toward the future and reaching for goals.
She even quoted from an ancient children's poem entitled, "Oh, the Places
You'll Go." Patronizing bitch.
Eventually, he took to scanning the faces of the esteemed faculty, inwardly making snide
comments about the stiff formality of each. His eyes rested upon the Academy's guest
speaker, a legend in his own time, or so Bashir was told. He scrutinized the lined
face, the staid expression, the firm line of the mouth. The man seemed more like a
statue than a hero of the Federation.
At last, the Valedictorian's speech reached its excruciatingly delayed end. Julian
clapped mechanically and wondered idly if commencement would be over in time for lunch.
It seemed to be Spock's turn to harangue the group, as the Ambassador stood up smoothly
and walked to the podium with certain, deliberate steps. Julian prepared himself for
yet another tiresome monologue, but jerked to attention when he heard the deep, booming
bass delivering the speech. It was a powerful one, this voice, yet possessing a
soothing quality that slid over Julian's ears. The voice also seemed to contain a
hint of raw energy, tightly controlled with strict Vulcan training. Julian let
himself be carried off by that voice, not really paying attention to the words, but the
cadence and timbre of it. Very soon he began to daydream.
* * *
He was laying on the bed in his dorm room, studying the construction of a
pre-gangliatic nerve. He was concentrating intently on the text, when he saw someone
enter. It was Ambassador Spock. He tried to open his mouth, but no words would
come.
Spock approached Julian with the same measured stride with which he had approached the
podium. He stopped just short of the bed, giving the young man a cool, appraising
stare which lingered on the obvious bulge in Julian's trousers. Without preamble,
Spock reached down and caressed that bulge firmly, as if judging it in a competition. All
Julian could do was to moan helplessly and arch into that infuriating touch. Spock merely
arched his eyebrow at the boy's reaction.
All to soon the touch was gone, and Julian bolted up to face the now kneeling Spock.
Caramel eyes met inky blackness, and Julian fell into that gaze. Spock
touched Julian's cheekbone almost tenderly with the tips of his fingers before leaning in
for a deep, probing kiss.
As Spock's tongue slid into Julian's mouth, a corner of Bashir's mind was in shock.
Here was Ambassador Spock, hero of the free universe, kissing him passionately.
The situation bordered on the absurd. However, all rational thought was
pushed from his mind when Spock reached down and undid Julian's fly, caressing the flesh
contained within. As Spock pumped his hand, Julian was maneuvered onto his back.
The Vulcan straddled Julian, staring down at him with much the same gaze as before, only
now Julian could see a flame in the carefully controlled stare. Spock carefully
began to strip the young man before removing his own clothes with much less care than he
had shown his partner. Still holding Julian's eyes with his, Spock lowered his head
to Juilian's erection. His gaze dropped only when his mouth engulfed Bashir's cock.
Julian clutched at the sheets helplessly as Spock applied his considerable talents to the
task. Hot wetness surrounded Julian's cock, a clever tongue circling the head
slickly, probing the tip. Sharp teeth dragged along the underside, the lingering burn
causing Julian to arch. Spock let the young man's cock slip out of his mouth with a wet
pop, coming down on it again until Julian's pubic hair tickled the older man's lips. Spock
swallowed convulsively, letting the back of his throat constrict around the member. He
brought Julian to the brink again and again, driving Julian insane. He pulled back
abruptly, eliciting a frustrated mewl from Julian.
Those mewls stopped when Spock threw Julian's legs over his shoulders, grabbed some lube
from a source Julian did not care about, and probed his center. One slick finger,
then two, then three entered Julian as he was stretched. Eventually those fingers
found his prostate, making Julian scream.
Spock removed his questing fingers and replaced them with his uniquely Vulcan cock,
streaming with pre-seminal fluid. He pushed steadily inside, until just the tip was
housed within the young man. After Julian had adjusted, Spock slid in smoothly to
the hilt. Both men soon established a steady rhythm as the Vulcan pumped in and out
of the willing Julian.
As he pumped, Spock latched on to the nape of Julian's neck, biting down with enough force
to make Julian cry out. Almost as an afterthought, Spock grasped Julian's cock,
pumping it in time with his thrusts.
Very soon, Julian felt the burning sensation building in the base of his cock, warning of
impending climax. As if sensing it, Spock increased the tempo. Finally,
Julian's orgasm hit him with surprising force, prying an unintelligible cry from his
throat. Spock soon followed, howling something in Vulcan, then collapsing onto the
young man.
Panting and in a state of near-shock, Julian simple cradled the dark head on his chest and
stroked it soothingly. In the distance, Julian could hear applause.
Julian came back to reality with a start. The speech was over, and Spock was
returning back to his seat. He rose with the rest of the crowd, giving Ambassador
Spock his due applause. Bashir clapped a little more enthusiastically than his
classmates. Spock seemed to notice it, and he favored Julian with a steady gaze..
Julian blushed furiously.
The crowd sat down once more, and diplomas were handed out. Julian stepped up to
receive his and exchanged a brief glance with Spock. He barely saw the man handing
him the diploma, or the stairs that led back down to the seats. Finally, after all
the degrees were handed out, the crowd dispersed and Julian headed out to the lawn to find
his family.
Before he found them, however, he was stopped by some of the faculty and speakers,
including Ambassador Spock.
"I am most impressed by your performance at the Academy," Spock told him in his
famous matter-of-fact way.
"Thank you, Ambassador, that means a lot coming from you," Bashir managed,
willing his cheeks not to burn.
"In fact, I was hoping you would join me for lunch so that we may discuss your future
in Starfleet," Spock continued.
Bashir hastily agreed, on the condition that he first say hello to his parents. He
soon found them in the crowd, posed for the requisite pictures, and endured the requisite
gushing. As soon as he could, he returned to the waiting Ambassador."
"I'm all yours," Julian said breathlessly.
Spock only raised that famous eyebrow. "Indeed."
The End |