Today’s throwback is Sleeping With Spock which was published in September 2018
NSFW
Jim’s lips on his are warm…hot even…and Spock wants to drown in them. He’s been kissed dozens of time before, yet, illogically this feels like his first time.
First he framed Jim’s face, hands on his jaw, holding him to Spock, not that he was trying to remove himself. But it quickly ramped up his desire as Spock felt the tightness in his pajama pants due to his rising erection.
He slid his hands down from Jim’s face to his round buttocks, squeezing there.
“Spock,” Jim moaned.
Spock was well aware there flimsy cheaply bought sofa would be no match for intense sexual activity, so he with his hands still gripping Jim’s bottom, he rose from the couch and carried Jim toward Spock’s bedroom.
He soon had Jim on the bed, Spock atop him, hungrily kissing him, devouring those plump lips, hands eagerly smoothing over Jim’s still clothed body.
“Off,” Spock grunted against Jim’s lips.
Spock wasn’t even sure how they got all their clothes off, but as soon as they did, he was right back to kissing Jim, rubbing their erections together. It was too much really, as they were both on fire for each other.
Spock got a hand between them then, grasping both of their hard, straining cocks. He stroked them once, twice, three times. And that was enough. They both came, cum coating over Spock’s fingers and the bed.
Jim made a noise that sounded like “unnh” and Spock returned to kissing him.
***
Jim panted, turning over onto his back, naked body slicked with sweat. “How-how many times is that?”
“I did not count.”
“Fuck, you’re insatiable.”
“It would seem so.” Spock flopped onto his back beside Jim. He supposed at some point he should get up and get a wash cloth or something to wash them off. He didn’t feel like it now, though. After just pumping cum into Jim’s ass for the the…well as Spock said, he had not counted…he did not at all feel able to move.
“Next time it’s my turn,” Jim mumbled.
“You think so?”
“Uh-huh. My ass is too sore for more, mister.” But Jim was grinning. And looking so beautiful and debauched, really, Spock’s breath caught.
“Perhaps it is best to rest for a time,” Spock replied. “It is now morning and we have not yet had breakfast.”
“True and I’m starving.” Jim yawned. “Weren’t we supposed to have class like an hour ago?”
“Indeed. Apparently we have decided to shirk our responsibilities today.”
Jim laughed. “Okay, yeah, so I can totally see me doing that, in fact, well I have, but it’s a little bit surprising for you to.”
“You are a terrible influence.” Spock ran a hand over Jim’s stomach. “Jim, may I make an inquiry?”
“Yeah, of course. You can ask me anything.”
“One evening, a while back, I saw you with an Orion female—”
“Gaila,” Jim supplied.
“Yes. Are you…”
“Wait. Is that why you…” Jim sat up. “She was just…I don’t know. A diversion.”
“A diversion?”
Jim laughed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Spock, I’ve been crazy in love with you since you picked me up that night my bike broke down. Only, I don’t know, you didn’t seem even a little interested, and I…I just.”
“I had diversions, too,” Spock admitted.
Jim’s smile was gentle. “I know. What do you say we forget all that crap and just admit we want each other?”
“I am more than amenable to that.”
Jim once more flopped down on the bed, but he tugged Spock over him when doing so.
“What about breakfast?” Spock asked.
“Eh. Shut up and kiss me.”
This fic premiered in May 2017
Though Jim and Spock have begun a relationship, Jim cannot help but wonder at Spock’s commitment to being with him.
Spock did not know what his next move was as he sat beside Jim.
Jim had not yet removed his feet from being curled up under him. He was looking toward the screen where the movie had begun to play. There was a blonde actress and a dark haired actor. Spock was unfamiliar with both.
Spock let out a breath. “Should you wish to…place your feet on me, I will allow it.”
Jim’s head slowly turned toward Spock, his wide gaze landing on Spock. “I…what?”
Spock’s mouth felt dry. “Your feet. If they are cold, you are welcome to lay them across my lap.”
Jim’s tongue came out to trace his bottom lip. Then very carefully he unfolded his legs and stretched them across the small couch to rest his bare feet on Spock’s lap. Those eyes stared at Spock, the blue so saturated that Spock’s breath caught in his throat at their beauty.
“Okay…uh, thank you.”
Spock swallowed heavily, trying to pretend to look at the movie while looking at Jim, instead. “I…the other evening when I left, the night we moved in.”
“Hmm?”
“It was…I believe you were under the impression I went out with a…for a sexual…”
“Spock, it’s okay, you don’t have to—”
“It was my mother.”
He felt Jim’s stare then. He did not look directly at Jim, but he felt the heat of Jim’s gaze. On the screen, the actress had just fallen into a fountain and the actor was trying to get her out.
Jim cleared his throat. “I may be going out on a limb here, but, do you…?”
Spock looked over.
The tongue came out again. “Spock, do you…are you interested in me?”
Jim had turned a little pink as though perhaps a blush. And Spock saw something that cause an answering leap in his own heart. Hesitant hope in Jim’s gaze.
Spock was going to have to take a giant leap.
“Yes, Jim. I am.”
And just like that Jim moved in a flash and was suddenly sitting on Spock’s lap.
“Jim…”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I plan to have Roommates finished by Friday
If everything goes as planned new flashes will appear February 8th.
I need to update Clarity, my mpreg Starfleet Academy story. I am hoping to get this finished in just a few more chapters. It’s been a wonderful story but I think I would like to wrap it up with Spock and Jim happily having Jim’s daughter to care for.
Also in need of updating for February is Granted. I believe I left it with Jim asking Spock of he truly wanted him as a bondmate. I have a vague idea what I want to happen with this story but we will see if I can pull it off.
Those two stories were last updated in November so they are definitely a priority.
Then My Heart Wants to Sight, the SOM au. I have had several comments begging me to continue.
Believe it or not I am down to only 7 WIPS. HA HA. I am not counting Roommates as I expect it to be finished this week.
So this is where my mind is for February. A crazy busy month again for me.
When Spock arrived home, Jim greeted him with a ready smile. Jim had changed out of his cadet’s uniform and into loose fitting sweat pants and a form fitting T-Shirt. He should not have looked unbelievably attractive to Spock, but he did.
Spock was rather… rattled anyway, given his most recent conversation with Nyota.
Spock, that sounds like Kirk asked you for a date.
A date, if she was correct, implied Jim’s romantic interest. Which, of course, would be a very positive occurrence to Spock, if that were indeed the case. But Jim had invited Spock to watch movies with him before and there had been no particular indication at that time that Jim thought of it as romantic. Spock was torn.
“Spock?”
Spock blinked. Jim had been speaking to him and he had missed it. “I apologize. Can you repeat that?”
Jim bit his lip. “Uh. Just, um, I have everything set up and ready. Did you want to change into something more comfortable?”
Spock was still in the process of trying to analyze all of his interactions with Jim since they met at the start of the fall semester. Therefore, he did not respond, at first, and admittedly, continued to stare at Jim.
And that’s when Jim’s expression disappeared altogether. No smile, hesitant or otherwise, no dismay, nothing. Spock thought he might be able to give some Vulcans lessons.
“It’s all right if you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to watch with me,” Jim said, his voice casual, his tone easy.
Spock shook his head. “Negative, I have not. I am…I intend to join you.”
Jim moistened his lips and nodded. “Okay. Did you eat something? I can make you some rice and veggies.”
“I had a vegetable wrap with my tea.” He paused. “I would like to take a shower first.”
“All right, cool. When you’re ready, I’ll be on the couch.”
Spock went into his bedroom and sat on his bed, breathing deeply. There were so many mixed signals and he just did not understand Humans. And perhaps Jim most of all.
Spock, that sounds like Kirk asked you for a date.
He had shared his plans with Nyota when they met over tea and vegetable wraps. And this is what she had told him.
His mother had advised him to share his feelings with Jim. He had been opposed to doing so, because…despite her advice, Spock had seen two outcomes.
If he told Jim he was interested in Jim romantically, what if Jim replied that he did not see Spock that way and decided to move, leaving Spock alone. Perhaps that is the outcome he should wish for if Jim had no feelings, but Spock absolutely did not want Jim to depart. He knew that was not logical since he hadn’t wanted Jim to move with him.
If he told Jim that it was preferable that Jim not bring his paramours to their apartment, then Jim might spend his nights elsewhere and cause Spock concern and consternation.
It was all of this that had prevented Spock from speaking up. But Jim seemed in an odd mood and Spock had a feeling that he was being tested in a way he simply didn’t understand.
After a few minutes of mini-meditation, Spock rose and found his pajamas pants, flannel, and a long sleeve shirt he often wore to bed with the pants. They seemed in keeping with the spirit of Jim’s attire.
He allowed himself a quick hot shower, then he dressed in these casual clothes, and prepared to join Jim for the movies. As he exited his bedroom after changing, he could smell popcorn.
Sure enough, Jim sat on the couch, feet drawn up so that he formed a rather defensive looking ball. He held a large bowl of popcorn.
Jim smiled tentatively. “Hi.”
“Hello Jim.” Spock approached the couch. “Scoot over.”
The Sequel to Tuesday’s Guess the fic is featured today.
Ahem. Very clearly not safe for work!
“How’s the new place?”
Spock paused in the middle of cutting his asparagus spears in half. He was seated in the cafeteria at a table across from his fellow cadet and friend, Nyota Uhura.
“It is…an interesting experience.”
Nyota smirked. “What does that mean exactly?”
“The last two nights the neighbors in the building next door have had loud parties that have not ceased until one in the morning. While I do not need as much sleep as full Humans, I do find the experience troublesome. Jim acquired ear plugs and has visited there a couple of times to request they cease. He said if they do not his next choice is to acquire a phaser.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh dear. He’s threatening to become violent?”
“I believe his words are in jest.” Spock shrugged. “Otherwise the living situation is manageable.”
“Hmm.” She tapped a manicured fingernail on the table. “Did you sign a lease?”
“A six month one, yes.”
“Too bad. Or I’d tell you to move.”
“Who’s moving?” Jim slammed down a lunch tray, causing the fries in the little paper container to jump and spill on the table. He didn’t seem to care, because as he wedged himself in next to Spock, he scooped one off the table and popped it into his mouth.
“No one. I was simply telling Nyota about our neighbors.”
“Oh. Right. They’re going to be moving if I have anything to say about it.”
“I’m surprised, Kirk,” Nyota spoke up, leaning back in her chair with her frappe. “I expected you to ask to join them.”
“Me? Nope. I’m actually a bit of a nerd,” Jim said. “Not the partying kind.”
She didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t pursue the topic.
Jim looked at Spock’s plate. “You’re gonna get asparagus pee.”
Spock could practically hear Nyota’s eyes rolling. Her chair scooted back and she rose. “I have to get to class. Tea later, Spock?”
“Yes, that would be agreeable.”
Jim watched her leave, his lips pursed. “Don’t think she likes me much.”
Spock was surprised by this. “She has never said so.”
Jim smiled. “What are you up to tonight? After tea with Uhura.”
“I have no specific plans. I might go to the Science Library.”
“Mm. Okay.”
“What about you?”
“Nothing I guess. There’s a Rom Com marathon on tonight and I thought I might veg on the couch and watch that with a big bowl of popcorn. I thought maybe you’d like to veg with me, but if you want to study, that’s cool.”
Spock absolutely should not ‘veg’ with Jim on the couch watching Rom Coms. He should stick with the idea of studying at the library. Because he needed to have at least some distance between himself and Jim.
But as he was about to say that he would commit to studying, he glanced at Jim, and those sapphire eyes. His stomach hurt again.
“I can go to the library tomorrow night instead,” he heard himself say.
“Sweet.”
Spock inwardly sighed. But on the other hand, it also meant he would not come home to a sock on Jim’s door.
Today’s Clue
A Blind Date and Chess
Part of the Professor/Cadet Series
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 