Title: Freshman Physics Lab 1/1
Author: Sileya (sileya@excite.com)
Series: TOS
Pairing: Spock/Scott
Rating: NC-17
NOTE: Part of the Spock Fuhq Fest. http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest/
Thanks kira-nerys for posting for me while I'm on vacation.
Disclaimer: Paramount is all-powerful, all-knowing. So they'll know this is not for profit and fun.
Author's note: I'm taking obvious liberties with the timeline, i.e. character ages. This is unbeta'd cause I rushed to finish it before I lost internet since I'm moving. Please forgive any grammatical mistakes, etc.

Freshman Physics Lab

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"You cannot change the laws of physics!" the doddering Starfleet professor thunders, hitting his cane on the desk in front of him as the academy students collectively shakes like a bowl of dry jello.

Dr. Watkins, a remarkable Einstein lookalike, outlines his "rules" for the semester, soaking in the awe-ful gazes of the freshmen, droning on.

Only two members of the full classroom remain unaffected, sitting at odds in the classroom, not even noticing one another. But the professor notices them, one because of his alien heritage, the other because of his ... snoring.

"E6...E6...where's that damn seating chart..." Dr. Watkins mumbles under his breath as he paws through papers, finally finding the paper. "E6 - Montgomery Scott!"

The only reply is a soft burr of a snore from the back corner, followed by a slight titter from a young woman in the front row. She promptly turns beet red as Dr. Watkins glares at her.

"I'll see you after class..." he runs his finger down the chart, "Rand."

All the blood drains from the young woman's face as she nods.

Refocusing on the snoring, the professor turns a deeper shade of purple and shambles through the row to approach the desk, cane in tow.

A loud CRACCCK! snaps through the air as Dr. Watkins brings his cane down on the corner of the desk supporting the snoring freshman. That crack is quickly following by a hard CRASH! and howl as Montgomery hits the floor, startled.

"You'll stay awake in my class, mister!" Dr. Watkins orders before turning away and walking back to the front of the class. Montgomery rolls his eyes after the professor turns away.

Upon arriving back at the front of the class, Dr. Watkins checks the seating chart again. "A3. Spock....ah, Spock." the professor frowns at the piece of paper as the man in question stands.

The professor turns to him. "Spock? No last name?" he pokes the paper, somewhat offended.

"Spock is sufficient, sir." the Vulcan replies calmly.

"I see. So you're this "first Vulcan" everyone's blabbering about, hmmm? Well, don't expect any special treatment in this class." with that he turns away, already spouting off about his plans to test theories on quantum anomalies as Spock retakes his seat, mentally shrugging.

Dr. Watkins scrapes up another piece of paper. "Here's the fun, kiddos. You're on your own for the semester, and you must accomplish all the objectives assigned to your team to pass. My contact information is listed on the syllabus. Here are your partner assignments... Rittenhouse and Burch. Finnegan and Kirk. M'Benga and Uhura. McCoy and Chapel..."

The professor reaches the end of the list. "And since Cadet Scott obviously will have problems in this lab, I'm assigning him as Mr. Spock's partner. That will be all."

The class pairs up quickly and files out as the professor disappears into an office. Spock stands and turns to face Montgomery, who is still reclining in the seat.

Montgomery smiles and stands, nodding toward the Vulcan, but not extending a hand. "Nice to meet you, sir. I'm sure we'll have a fine time in this laboratory."

Spock raises as eyebrow, surprised at the burr and rolling 'r's of Montgomery's language. "If I may express a curiosity?"

Montgomery chuckles. "Express yourself, man. Won't offend me."

"What is your nationality? I have not heard your accent before."

"Ah, I'm from Scotland. A beautiful isle off the northern coast of the European Union." he grins merrily.

Spock nods. "I am familiar with Terran geography. We should discuss the work to do."

"That we should, but only were it interesting work, I would have more heart in it." Montgomery's face falls as he exaggerates a sigh.

Spock glances to the man as he collects his datapadd. "If you have no interest in physics you should not have enrolled in the class."

Montgomery chuckles. "Ah, I have an immense interest in physics, you see. Just not in this class. But time will tell. Let's see how many laws we can bend, strain or otherwise break, shall we?" Montgomery finishes merrily, gesturing to the lab.

Spock nods and enters the lab, somewhat befuddled by this enigma of energy, though he would not admit it.

* * *

Montgomery rounded the computer screen again, swearing under his breath at the 3-D simulation.

Spock shook his head slightly at the results. "No variation."

Montgomery continued muttering. "I know that if we adjust the fluctuations in the matter-antimatter mix it would be possible to infuse a cold start of the warp engines!" he sits down and jams his chin on his fist, his young features lined with thought.

Spock suppresses a slight frown. "You do realize you are postulating a theory that the most gifted minds in Starfleet have already dismissed as impossible." he states evenly.

Montgomery snorts. "I'll have to think about this some more. Dinner?"

Spock raises an eyebrow and nods and they shut down the lab, heading to the mess.

They walk alongside one another at a purposeful clip, each buried in thought, until a derisive jeer stops Mongomery in his tracks.

"Green-blooded leprechaun, go home! You're not wanted here, half-breed!"

Montgomery looks around the deserted quad, and notices that Spock did not stop. He hurries along to catch his lab partner.

"Havin' troubles, are ye?" Montgomery asks.

"No." Spock answers curtly.

Montgomery just shrugs and follows Spock into the Student Union. Once inside the darkened hallway, he pauses to let his eyes adjust. Again, Spock does not stop.

"Ay, Spock, where's the fire?" Montgomery asks as he hurries along again.

Spock doesn't pause until they stand in the doorway to the crowded mess. "I find it a better use of my time not to dawdle while walking on campus." Spock murmurs.

Montgomery raises an eyebrow. "Ah, so they are givin' ye trouble."

Spock looks to his lab partner. "They?"

Montgomery shrugs.

Spock chooses not to reply, instead moving to take up a tray. Montgomery follows.

* * *

(A few weeks later)

Montgomery whistles to himself as he preps the lab, waiting for Spock. He glances up when Spock enters the room, and his eyes widen.

"Sweet Jesus, Spock!"

The Vulcan is limping, his cadet's uniform a mess of tears and grass stains. Montgomery walks over, at a loss.

Spock just straightens, albeit painfully, and moves into the room. "I am unharmed." he announces.

"Bullshit is my answer to that one, sonny." Montgomery blusters. "They've gone too far." he studies the thin, angular planes of the Vulcan's face, already bruising, and he notes the thin trickles of green blood. Swearing again under his breath, Montgomery fetches the first aid kit and maneuvers Spock onto a lab stool.

"Your attentions, though appreciated, are unneeded..." Spock trails off as Montgomery ignores him, running a dermal regenerator over the slight cuts and abrasions, standing closely at the Vulcan's side.

Montgomery continues swearing silently inside. 'How could they be so cruel? Especially to such a brilliant, handsome man...jealous. They must be jealous...' he runs the regenerator over the bruises slowly, healing the slight internal bleeding. His face grows hot as his hands
slow. 'Handsome...'

Spock struggles to maintain his calm as the young human stands so closely to him. The one classmate to treat him just as he treats anyone else - no better, no worse... the one classmate who happens to invoke tingling feelings to be repressed. Spock inadvertently sighs.

Montgomery is startled by the small sigh. "Spock? Are ye all right?" he asks softly, brown eyes moving to meet slate black pupils.

Spock opens his mouth to reply, but no words come out as they stick in his throat, the young human's proximity and coolness entrancing him.

Seeing Spock pause, Montgomery sends a quick prayer that he's not going to get killed for this...and he leans forward to capture Spock's lips.

Spock freezes, the coolness of Montgomery's lips covering his own, and his insides clench with wanting as his hands grip his thighs in attempt to keep them to himself.

Not sensing any withdrawal, Montgomery smiles and teases Spock's lips with his own, attempting to draw the Vulcan in, to learn about the inner fire burning within his lab partner...his friend.

With another sigh and a moment's self-castigation, Spock relents to Montgomery's onslaught and opens his lips, their tongues meeting at first tentatively, then with more fervor, the cool wetness of Montgomery's tongue sliding along the heated flesh of Spock's mouth.

Sparks seem to fly as the two men just let go of their normal restraint and caution, their mouths conveying their burgeoning feelings.

Montgomery pushes in between Spock's legs, spreading his knees and pressing his erection against Spock's as the Vulcan is pinned between the human and a wall. Growling slightly, Montgomery drags his hands up and down Spock's body, worrying at the torn fabric of his uniform.

Spock leans back against the wall, pulling the cooler human with him, reveling in the temperature difference, relaxing his self-control. His mouth duels with Montgomery's, and soon he is pulling the shorter man's shirt from his trousers.

Montgomery chuckles against Spock's mouth and pulls away to see the face flushed dark, lips somewhat swollen. He trails a finger along those thin lips, yelping slightly when Spock nips the finger with his white teeth.

Spock raises an eyebrow and slowly pulls off his own torn shirt, dropping it next to the ground on top of Montgomery's. He slides his hand down the man's chest, somewhat mystified by the thick hair running all curly from Montgomery's breastbone disappearing into his trousers.

Montgomery smiles and moves Spock's hands to the fastenings of his trousers, his mouth descending to bite at the Vulcan's neck.

Spock shudders and pulls open Montgomery's trousers, the human's engorged cock springing free between them to brush between Spock's legs. With another shudder the Vulcan moves to action, standing from the stool and pushing Montgomery to the floor.

Every touch a taste of fire, Montgomery moans as Spock's heated skin covers his own, their clothes tossed aside as their defined bodies strain against one another. He grasps Spock's long cock, pumping it and smiling as he gains a groan from the Vulcan.

Teeth clenching, Spock rolls over on the cold tile, pulling Montgomery over him, wrapping his legs about the man's thick waist. With a last thought, he murmurs, "Do it, Montgomery."

His gut clenching with those words, Montgomery fumbles for a bottle of lubricant from the first aid kit, struggling to coat his cock as Spock's mouth and roving hands drive him insane. Fingers thickly coated, he plunges a finger into Spock's ass, stretching that tight hole as Spock groans louder and stretches his legs straight each side of Montgomery's bent knees.

Montgomery slides a second finger into Spock, then a third, really trying not to hurry, but Spock urges him on with his teeth, his lips, his hands, his hips...with a sound reminiscent of a whimper, Montgomery pulls Spock's legs about his waist, settles himself, and thrusts his cock deep inside the hot, writhing men below him.

Spock exhales deeply, his eyes squeezed shut as he puts his hands on Montgomery's hips, pulling him into a hard, thrusting rhythm, growing ever harder and more animalistic. His own cock just buzzes with feeling as it creates friction between their bodies.

Sweat drips off them both as Montgomery pounds into the thinner man, hands grasping Spock's hips, and his face flushes as he hears Spock's hoarse cry and the flooding of the Vulcan's burning hot come splashing his belly and abdomen. It was enough. With a wild cry, he pistons in and out of Spock erraticly, his cock spurting heavily.

Montgomery collapses on top of the Vulcan, their sticky skin sliding as they settle each other, catching breath.

Finally Montgomery breaks the silence. "What are you thinking about, Spock?"

"The Zeroth law of thermodynamics."

Montgomery blinks. "If body A is in thermal equilibrium with body B, and B is also in thermal equilibrium with C..."

"Then A is necessarily in thermal equilibrium with C." Spock finishes.

Montgomery turns his head to look at his new lover. "I don't get it."

Spock raises both hands. "I was A." he shakes his left hand. "You were C." he shakes his right hand.

Montgomery nods, "All right, and that means?"

Spock just shakes his head. "Thank you, Montgomery."

"What for, Spock?" Montgomery's eyes are very confused.

"For bridging the gap between A and C. I think I will remain at the Academy."

Montgomery thinks about that for a few minutes as Spock falls silent, finally deciding that admission may be as close as he'll get from a Vulcan saying they're going to be friends. He shrugs and answers, "Well, I guess I'll call myself the Miracle Worker then."

Spock pulls the human atop him, his cock already thick with life again. "That you are, Montgomery. That you are."

fin