Title: Earth Boys are Easy
Author: Rae Trail
Series: TOS
Pairing: Spock/Will Decker
Rating: NC-17
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Archiving: Spock Fuh-Q Fest, ASC/ASCEM, BLTS, kira-nerys' 'zine, others ask
URL: http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest-2/
Warning:  Semi non-con stuff.  Y'all be warned that some stuff in here is just too too non-canon.
Disclaimer:  Spock never did this, and don't nobody tell me otherwise.  This is part of the Spock Fuh-Q Fest, all hail kira-nerys!  Oh, yeah, Paramouse/ViaCat own these people, I'm just torturing them for a while but I promise to send them home in the same condition I received them.  I don't even get an allowance for this.

Earth Boys are Easy
by Rae Trail

"Spock." 
 
Spock looked up from fastening his trousers. "Captain Decker?"
 
Decker snorted and paced into the private ward.  Behind him, in Sickbay's main room, McCoy was trying to calm down a terrified midshipman who'd broken a leg falling over his room-mate.  Decker shut the door and engaged the privacy lock. "It felt like someone socked me in the stomach, when I saw you on the bridge.  It all came back... The Academy.  You.  I hadn't thought about you in years.  My first... Do you suppose Kirk felt the same way?"  Decker fingered the robe draped over the chair, the robe Spock had so recently discarded. "You've seen Ilia.  Do you still think I'm gay?"
 
Spock sighed and straightened up.  Decker had a reason to expect his attention, and Decker was still full of youthful possibilities despite his promotion to the Captaincy of the Enterprise. "I never suggested, or considered the idea, that you are exclusively homosexual, Captain Decker."
 
"Don't call me that!"  Decker slammed his hand onto the end of the bed, and Spock felt a stir of amusement at the resemblance between this young man and his own James Kirk.  A resemblance that had been far too enticing... how many years ago? Decker was if anything more alluring now, with his aura of power and authority. "I'm not the Captain, *he's* made sure of that.  Damn him!  But you remembered.  I saw it, in your eyes.  But I assure you, I am not gay.  I think Ilia proves that."
 
"Ilia is Deltan.  She could entice my grandmother into bed, Will.  It is illogical for you to assume that because you coupled with her she has any emotional bond to you.  Your reaction to our liaison may be historical now, Willard, but your reaction was real, at the time.  Do not pretend to me that you did not enjoy it.   A reasonable discussion cannot be predicated upon a lie."  Spock crossed the tiny room and stared into Decker's eyes. "What is it you fear?"
 
"That ancient queen has stolen, and nearly destroyed, my ship, I'm bucked back to Commander, first officer on my own ship, you show up looking like... like you, and Ilia has turned into a... a... Thing from that alien probe, and you ask me what I fear?"   Decker grimaced and shook himself like a dog. "You're unbelievable."
 
"I am totally believable.  When you use the pejorative phrase 'ancient queen' you are referring to Admiral Kirk?"  Spock let a ghost of a smile touch his mouth, and reached one hand up to gently stroke the side of Decker's face.  "I have been in love with Jim for many, many years, Will.  He is the greater part of the reason I have returned from Gol.  Meeting you again is an added bonus to my return.   Did you come here to be seduced, or to argue about your sexuality?"
 
Will froze under the light touch of the warm fingers, then jerked back to awareness and slapped Spock's hand away. "How many men have you screwed around with, Spock?   Does Kirk know what a cuckold he is?"
 
"In fact he enjoys hearing about my liaisons with other men.  Or he used to... after this long separation his feelings may have changed.  Why don't you and I repair to my quarters and find out?  Though this room is private enough for what I want."
 
Decker flung himself away, staring at the  Vulcan in undisguised shock. "You told him about us?  Good god, no wonder he was so eager to ruin my command of the Enterprise.  You are... you..."  He spluttered into silence.  Spock once again closed the gap between them and this time took Decker's chin firmly in one hand.
 
"I am Spock, Will,"  he said softly, letting his other hand trail lightly down Decker's firm back to his ass, and squeezing lightly.  He was rewarded by Decker's sharp intake of breath, and the light scent of the beginnings of arousal. He released Decker's jaw and trailed a thumb across his lips. "I am the man you want to fuck you."
 
Will hissed again, then reached up and grabbed Spock's head, pulling him down, latching his mouth onto the hotter Vulcan lips.  Spock felt the chaos of his thoughts and pressed himself against the younger man, stroking him to greater arousal down his flanks.   It took only a second to pull his favourite trick, twisting the man's thoughts *just so*, making his need to be fucked greater than any of his fears, duties, commitments...  Spock pressed Decker back toward the bed, then released him and stood back, arms crossed.  "Take off your trousers."
 
Decker swallowed noisily but complied, his fingers fumbling in his haste.  Spock smiled openly as the hard cock was freed, and stepped forward.  He traced it lightly with an index finger, and Decker moaned and closed his eyes. "God, Spock.  God, I want you."
 
"Yes.  I know."  He leaned forward and licked Decker's ear, then whispered, "turn around and bend over.  Lean on the bed.  I want to see you."
 
Decker shivered but obeyed instantly, and Spock let his hands roam over the smooth, white, ass cheeks.  Squeezed and stroked them until Decker was trembling and panting.   With one hand he unfastened his own trousers and eased his cock out, while the other moved lower on Decker, gently massaging the tight, tight scrotum. "You're beautiful, Will."
 
Will replied with a groan and bent over further.  Spock fingered his own erection, pleased as always by the copious natural lubrication that his Vulcan heritage provided him; his cock was weeping freely in anticipation.  From what Will had said Spock was likely not only the first, but probably the last man to invade this lovely ass; he'd be as tight now as he had been a decade ago.  Spock enjoyed the view for a few more seconds, then moved forward and spread Decker's ass cheeks.  He pressed the tip of his cock against the tightly closed bud and grabbed Decker's hips.
 
"Come on, Will.  Push yourself on.  You know what I want."
 
The human's thoughts were incoherent shouts of lust and need.  Decker pressed back, crying out as the head of Spock's cock penetrated him, impaling himself on the slippery double-ridged giant.  Spock flung his head back and savoured the slow engulfing of his cock, not moving a muscle to help Decker, enjoying the tight, cool grip.   "All the way, Will.  All the way."
 
Will was panting, sweat on his back staining his uniform shirt.  He pushed back again, hard, and Spock's pleasure surged to a new height as his scrotum snugged up against Decker.  He opened the mind link he used for human men and Decker cried out as his own pleasure was doubled. "Spock!  God!"
 
"Yes."  Spock moved then, slowly pulling his cock out all the way, and slowly, slowly back in.  He loved this, the total control he had over a man used to controlling others; it fed his sexual appetite like nothing else.  He set up a long, slow rhythm, guiding Decker's movements with his hands on the human's hips, allowing just so much and no more.  He savoured the pain/pleasure from Decker's mind, the aching of Decker's cock, the internal pleading for release that Decker didn't even know he was sharing.  Minutes passed, the only sounds those of sex; the slurp/slap of Spock fucking Decker, Decker's increasingly sobbing breath, Spock's harsher breathing.   Decker existed only to be fucked - Spock was carefully keeping any thoughts of reciprocation or self-stimulation from the human's mind.  It was delightful.   Spock wished he could take an hour for this, but his internal clock told him that he probably had only minutes before Kirk came looking for him again.  He picked up his pace, and released one of Decker's hips, reaching around him instead to stroke Decker's cock.
 
"Tell me what you want, Will."  Decker bit his lip -- Spock felt this new pain and almost came at the beauty of this man's loss of control.
 
"Let me come, Spock.  I need to come, with you in me.  Please, let me come."  It was a whisper only, but it was the words Spock wanted to hear.
 
"Touch yourself, Will."
 
Decker shifted his weight to one arm and began to milk his own cock, groaning loudly. "Let me come, Spock!"
 
"Soon."  With both hands once again gripping the human's hips Spock picked up his pace, slamming into Decker's body.  He wanted Decker to remember this for days, wanted him to feel Spock's presence every time he sat down.  When he was sure of himself he leaned forward, opening the link all the way, and whispered into Decker's ear.  "Come."
 
The blinding lights and internal screams of a human male at orgasm crashed over Spock, and he let himself go in it.  Decker came violently, and kept coming as Spock's own climax was forced into his brain through the link.  He howled, loud and long, and then went limp, his mind suddenly blank in Spock's, his semen spread all over the bed below him.  Spock pumped even more viciously into the relaxed body and finished his own orgasm quickly.  Once they lost consciousness it wasn't as much fun.
 
He pulled out and let Decker go; the human sprawled awkwardly down, half on the bed and half on the floor.  Spock regarded him for a moment, replaying their liaison, then reached down and touched Decker's face gently.  After a few seconds of work Spock strode off to the washroom; Decker would remember that he had had mind-blowing sex with Spock, but would never suspect that Spock had manipulated or overpowered him in any way.
 
Human men were so easy, he thought.  He cleaned his crotch and refastened his pants, then let himself out into sickbay.
 
McCoy was waiting, looked up with an expectant grin as Spock closed the door of the private ward behind him.  "I saw the monitors spike.  Who was it?   Does he need medical attention?"
 
"Decker.  He fainted but should recover soon.  Where the monitors recording properly?  Sight and sound?"
 
"Of course, Spock!  I wouldn't screw up something like that!"
 
Spock nodded, his vulcan mask firmly back in place. "Very well.  Let us meet in Jim's quarters after 2200, then.  I believe you two will enjoy it."
 
"See you then.  You want to tell Jim, or shall I?"
 
"Let's surprise him, Len.  Ah, it's good to be back."