Title: Suh-Q
Author: Robin Lawrie
Feedback: robinl@s054.aone.net.au
Homepage: www.home.aone.net.au/what4
Part of the Spock Fuck Fest http://www.kardasi.com/fuh-q-fest-2/
Pairing: Spock/Q2, ¨
Rating: [NC17] for cocksucking.
Codes: TOS/TNG AU X-over
Note: I was given a weird pairing, and despite the temptations of large aliens blobs, and the close proximity of Jean Luc, I decided to take my Spock elsewhere.
But he's been there before.
This is one for Miss Sunbeam as I know she's been hanging out for another Wet Carpark story.
Disclaimer:  Star Trek and the characters in this story are the property of Paramount.

SUH-Q

The black stretch limousine crunched the wet gravel of the car park, slowly pulling up along side the isolated toilet block. Rain drops beaded the car's waxed glossy finish, reflecting the one
swinging flickering light over head.

Inside the warm dark smoky car, sat a warm leather wrapped man, with long legs, and long restless fingers. He smoothed a hand along his thigh, feeling the well oiled black leather and
the heat beneath it. Pushing up his sleeve, he checked the time on his gold Rolex. He flicked the intercom button.

"Wait here."

His driver nodded without turning round, feeling in his pockets for another smoke and matches.

With an economy of movement, the leatherman opened the door closest to the toilet block, and in two steps disappeared inside. The rain continued, drumming hard on the tin roof, and the shiny steel and glass of the limo.

"You're late. What am I? Some kind of cosmic call boy?" The flicker of a struck match briefly lit a man's face, his lank blond hair hanging over his eyes until he flicked it away with an impatient shake of his head.

"Who the hell are you?" The leatherman's voice came deep and with low menace. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dark with the high windows and grubby skylight allowing in the
carpark light. "Where's Q?"

"Now, now, Spock. Don't be like that. Although you do look rather edible when you pout." The sandy haired man moved closer, hands shoved deep into threadbare blue jeans. "Q's been a naughty boy. I gave him a good spanking. Well deserved, of course. Me? You could say I'm Q's boss. Or at least, the boss Q has when I'm not renting him out to Mr Johnny."

The corners of Spock's mouth raised slightly. "Mr Johnny approved of you spanking his boy?"

"Oh yeah. Oh very yeah. That Q does real good once he's had his attitude corrected. Mr Johnny was very pleased. And everyone likes to please Mr Johnny."

"Hmmm, that they do. So you are. . . ?"

"Q. Yes, it's confusing isn't it? There's a few of us about. My friends call me Qtwo. Q and I are in the same business. I understand your requirements." He stood close to Spock now, and removed his right hand from the tight jeans pocket, offering it palm down to Spock. "Very pleased to meet you."

Spock glanced at the hand, then slowly grasped it in his own. He felt the small plastic packet in the man's hand, and let it fall into his palm, swiftly transferring the drugs to his own coat pocket. Qtwo grinned.

"You have something for me, perhaps?"

The tall leatherman reached out a hand to Qtwo's neck and stroked a finger up into his hairline. "You say you know my requirements. Then you must know my method of payment."

"Yeah, baby!" Qtwo smirked and turned his head towards Spock's soft touch. His mouth opened and he sucked Spock's finger in, letting his tongue slide along its length, tasting the smoke and leather of it.

"Very well." Spock's other hand grabbed the man's lank hair and hauled his head hard back, exposing a length of grubby neck, then forcing Qtwo to his knees onto the wet and stained cement floor. Spock wiped his wet finger along Qtwo's cheek, leaving a trail of spit. "You ready, boy?"

"Yes sir!"

Qtwo watched the leatherman unbutton his pants and ease out a large thick cock, then roll a large condom onto it. This cock was bigger than Q had mentioned, and seemed somehow different to the usual run of cocks. The blunt head tasted warm and smooth against his lips, even though his tongue found ridges that he'd not encountered since that black security guy at Voyeurs Night Club.

"Suck me, boy, and make it quick. It's too damned cold in here."

He could still breath through his nose, just. He licked hard to the underside, and tilted his head back, far enough he hoped to get as much as he could into his mouth. He felt a hand to the back of his head, twistin in his hair and holding him still as his face was fucked. So he sucked and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being used, of having his mouth around this fabulous cock. He soon felt the condom fill with extra warmth, almost ballooning in his mouth, and the careful way Spock pulled back from him. His lips, stretched and wet, making an "O" still, already missing that hard length of meat. He watched Spock clean up and tuck his cock away again, standing over him while he knelt in the filthy wetness of the toilet block.

"Thank you, Qtwo." A hand rested heavy on his head, then pushed his head down.

"Thank you, sir. My pleasure, really."

"You Q boys provide adequate service. Here." Qtwo watched a banknote fall into a puddle of wet near his knee. "Give my regards to Mr Johnny when you see him."

Spock left. Qtwo picked the urine soaked $5 note from the floor, and folded it carefully. He heard a car door slam, the limousine engine rev, then the wet slide of tyres on gravel.

"A five dollar whore." Qtwo muttered and cupped the note in his hand. "Q will be so proud of me."

END