“God, that’s just…incredible,” Jim breathed against Spock’s mouth.
Jim’s chuckle was hot against his face. “No, I mean…that you’d buy a coffeemaker just so I could…you know what? Who cares. We need to be…do you have the stuff?”
Spock was distracted from answering by Jim’s lips on his again. He liked Vulcan kissing, he did, but it had nothing on the way Humans kissed. And Jim was obviously an expert.
Jim pulled away, looking a question.
“Stuff?” Spock asked, unable to think about anything but having Jim’s mouth on his again.
“Condom and lube?”
Spock blinked, stared, and then shook his head. He hadn’t even thought far enough ahead to think about actual sex with Jim. And he absolutely should have because he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it.
There were complications though.
While his penis looked very similar to a Human male’s penis, and Spock was half-Human himself, he couldn’t hide that his blood was green and therefore that would cause his penis to be a different color than Jim’s. His penis also secreted some amount of self-lubrication.
He’d also forgotten sexually transmitted diseases would still be an issue in this time period, and therefore condoms still widely used. Perhaps a condom might hide some of the difference in color should Spock wear one, but the fact of the matter was he did not have any such “stuff” as Jim called it.
“I do not,” Spock admitted reluctantly. “I had not thought—”
Jim kissed him again, hard and soft at the same time. When he pulled back, Spock refused to let him get far.
“Hang on, hang on. I do. I have them. I just…” Spock nibbled on Jim’s jaw, which pulled the most erotic moan out of Jim, Spock had to almost bite his own tongue to keep from coming. “I have to-to go next door and get them.”
“Yes,” Spock agreed.
“You have to let go of me to be able to get them,” Jim said with another warm laugh.
Spock nodded and released his hold on the Human.
“I’ll be right back.”
And Spock let Jim go, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, panting.