At your service





Series: ST TOS

Pairing: K/S

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Humor


Summary: Spock was not as unconscious as Kirk thought.

Sequel to Great Thinkers


Disclaimer: The characters in this story don't belong to me. I only borrowed them for some fun. No moneymaking, no violation of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction. If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with this topic, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. Thanks to Lady Charena for the beta. For all remaining errors, blame me.




Jim Kirk rolled restlessly around in his bed. He couldn't find rest. Ever his thoughts drifted back to the last two nights. It had undoubtedly been his best idea to make it himself with Spock's big cock as the Vulcan laid in his healing trance.


For two nights he had amused himself so and enjoyed it like nothing before in his life. Unfortunately, after this the effect of the spurs had worn out and with that Spock's erection had subsided. Also the Vulcan was dismissed from sick-bay by now.


Unfortunately the fulfilment of Jim's long-time dreams had not stopped his longings. On the opposite. Alone the though of Spock's stiff member made him rock-hard again. It had felt so good, so damn good to have him inside. He wondered how it would have felt, if Spock had participated  in their love-making and moved actively in him.


He moaned on the thought and rubbed restlessly against the sheet. "Oh Spock, fuck me!"


"As you wish, Captain."


The deep voice suddenly appearing behind him made him turn around at once. "Sp...ock." he stuttered. "What... what you're doing... here?"


With wild open eyes Jim saw how Spock was quickly undressing himself without answering his question. Under his evening gown a fully erected member appeared.


Jim wondered if the effect of the spurs had returned. Anyway before he came to a conclusion, he found himself lying on his belly, his pyjama removed. Somehow Spock suddenly had a tube with lubricant in his hand and prepared himself.


A slippery finger penetrated into Jim and it whispered into his ear "Fuck you, as you wished."


"Oh," was all Jim could say. He instinctively pressed against the second finger penetrating him.


"I am grateful that you have stopped Doctor McCoy's plan." Spock nibbled at his ear.


Jim finally moaned and said between gritted teeth. "Why? And how do you know about...?" A third finger penetrated into him and he went onto his hands and knees, pressing himself onto the intruders.


"Vulcan still register their surroundings when they are in a healing trance. I do not have any interest to get the doctor to know so privately." Hot lips left a trace on strong shoulders.


The fingers were pulled back. Jim moaned disappointed about the loss. "And what is with me?" he whispered.


The tip of a hard vulcan penis pushed against his opening. "I have enjoyed this. I wished I would have been able to participate in it more."  With a quick push he entered Jim.