At your service
T'Len
2004/2001
Series: ST TOS
Pairing: K/S
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Humor
Feedback: tlen11@freenet.de
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.
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