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One
“Oh fuck,” Jim whimpered and closed his eyes. His fingers dug into Spock’s biceps as his boyfriend bottomed out, deep inside him. Spock paused and closed his eyes above him, basking in the feeling of their joining.
Jim stared up at him and got a thought in his head. A thought that had to come out. Jim grinned as Spock opened his eyes and met his.
Spock arched a brow. “Jim?”
“So, Mr. Spock,” Jim said. “What’s a guy like you doing in an ass like this?”
Spock’s other brow went up followed but a slight twitch to one of his eyes and a clenching of his jaw. Jim laughed as Spock slowly pulled out and laid beside him. “I think I’d rather masturbate alone tonight.”
Jim continued to laugh but soon stopped and shooed Spock’s hand away from where he was stroking himself. “Stop, stop, I got you.” Jim leaned down and took him in his mouth.
Two
Bracing his hands on the Spock’s lovely hairy chest stomach, Jim lowered himself down. Both groaned as Jim slowly seated himself on his boyfriend’s perfect cock. Jim threw his head back and let out a long moan.
Jim sat still a moment, getting himself situated as Spock rubbed gently, loving hands up and down his sides. Jim dropped his head back down and smiled at his boyfriend. Spock smiled back up at him. Jim’s smile turned into a Cheshire like grin. He leaned forward, giving a small circle of his hips.
Spock gripped tightened a small grunt escaped him.
Jim reached for the headboard and grabbed the small item he’d hidden in one of the storage cubbies. He sat back then pulled the string of the party hat and slipped it onto his head and under his chin.
Spock’s eyes widened at the tiny cowboy hat on Jim’s head.
“Yeehaw, Mr. Spock, time to ride you like a bucking bronco.” Jim rocked his hips for effect.
Spock’s eye twitched. “Get off of me.”
Jim burst out laughing. He sat up and plopped down beside Spock. Spock removed the hat from Jim and tossed it to the side before settling over him. Jim calmed down and spread his legs, wrapping them around Spock’s waist.
“May we continue?” Spock asked, already inching back inside.
Jim moaned and nodded. He waited until they had a good rhythm then reached under the pillow and grabbed the second hat, now flattened a bit. He placed it on top of Spock’s head then gladly suffered a wonderful pounding in return.
Three
Spock spread his hands against the skin of Jim’s lower back and moved to rub along Jim’s flanks before gliding his hands up Jim’s back.
Jim shuddered under him and arched back. His bare ass pressed against Spock’s slick cock. Both let out groans as Jim rubbed against it, feeling the heavy member slide between his cheeks like it was made to be there.
“Jim,” Spock sighed huskily.
Jim did it again, circling his ass against Spock earing a sharp intake of breath from the Vulcan. Spock ran his hands back down Jim’s back before kneading his ass cheeks.
“Spock,” Jim whined. “C’mon, already. You’ve been toying with me for hours.”
“Sixteen minutes and nine seconds,” Spock corrected. He then made quick and efficient work with preparing Jim and soon the blonde was up on his hands and knees with Spock settling behind him.
Jim sighed in relief as he felt the blunt head of Spock’s cock rubbing between his ass. Spock scooted closer and took Jim’s hip with one hand. Jim trembled as his boyfriend slowly started pressing in. Jim gasped and told Spock to keep going until Spock bottomed out inside him.
“Spock,” Jim moaned, feeling so full. He dropped down to his forearms with his face against his pillow. A thought popped into his head.
“Do not…” Spock warned.
Jim smirked. “Face down, ass up, that’s how Spock like to...mmph!”
Spock clapped a hand over his mouth. “Must you?”
Jim responded by licking Spock’s hand earning a shudder and moan from his Vulcan, so he did it again until they were knocking the headboard against the bulkhead.
Four
Jim rubbed the top of his head the next morning. They’d gone at it a bit roughly the night before with Jim’s head knocking against the headboard more than once. Jim felt fine and yes, he finished but still, it took him out of things for a moment.
He went through shift then went to check on the supplies for an upcoming away mission. They’d received new exosuits for missions where the atmosphere wasn’t suitable for them. Jim looked over the suit and nodded appreciatively. He put the suit away then saw a crate of new security items. Jim opened it and found a helmet. Jim picked up the item and looked it over. It was red with the Starfleet insignia on the forehead of it and straps that came down and hooked under the chin.
Jim grinned.
*******
Jim arched into the heat of Spock’s body when his fingers wriggled and pressed deeper, going right for his prostate, and tickling it a moment then pulling his fingers out only to thrust in again, harder.
“Fuck,” Jim sighed. “I’m good. I need you.”
“I need you, too,” Spock replied. Fingers gently slipped out of Jim. Jim pulled his legs up a bit, bending them at the knees as Spock got into place between Jim’s legs and press close.
“Oh wait!” Jim gasped as the head nudged against his ass. “We need protection!”
Spock blinked, staring down at him quizzically. “Jim, we have been engaging in unprotected sexual relations for one year eight months and…Jim?”
Jim rolled away from Spock on the bed, leaving the Vulcan briefly hanging. Jim leaned over the bed and took the helmet out from under the bed where he’d stashed it. He sat up, put it on, strapping the straps under his chin too.
He plopped back onto the bed and got back into position under Spock with his legs bent up and spread. “Okay, all good. Thrusters on full, Mr. Spock.”
Spock stared at Jim’s head, eye twitching.
Jim smiled. “What? You kept bonking my head against the headboard.” Jim reached out and knocked on the top of the helmet. “Now I’m safe.”
Spock continued to stare quietly at him for a few more moments before shaking his head. He grabbed Jim up and turned him to face the foot of the bed where there was no headboard. Jim laughed as his boyfriend took the helmet off of him and tossing it away. Jim’s laughter disappeared once Spock got back into place and entered him swiftly.
Five
“Well, I think dinner went well.” Jim took off his jacket and dropped it over the back of the couch of the hotel room.
“I believe it did as well,” Spock agreed. “My father enjoyed your company.”
“He’s nice and its good you two are getting along.”
“We only have each other now so it is logical to bury the hatchet as you said.”
“Yes, logical.” Jim smiled and pulled Spock into the bedroom. “Now, guess what else is logical?”
“Coitus,” Spock replied before kissed Jim soundly and falling into bed with him. Spock broke the kiss a moment later, leaving Jim breathless and panting. Spock sat up and divested Jim of his clothes. He was about to take off his own when Jim got that look in his eyes.
“Whatever you are thinking, do not.”
“What? I wasn’t thinking anything.”
Spock quirked his brow up.
Jim grabbed the hem of his shirt. “C’mon, shirt off.”
Spock slowly took it off. Jim stared up at him then said, “You know, your dad’s pretty handsome.”
“And there it is,” Spock sighed. He pulled his shirt back on and got off the bed.
“What? I was just saying, the apple doesn’t fall far from the handsome tree.”
“I will be mediating in the living room,” Spock replied, leaving the room.
“Is masturbating okay or not? I promise to think of only Sarek…I mean you! Spock! Come back to bed, Sarek…I mean Spock!”
Spock shut the door to the bedroom behind him as Jim started to laugh. He’d let Jim calm down then go back in to punish him.
Plus One
Spock sucked on Jim’s lower lip before trailing his lips across Jim’s jaw and to the side of his. Jim arched against him as he felt teeth lightly bite down and that hot mouth suck and worry at the skin until he knew a mark was left behind.
One of Spock’s hands crept up Jim’s rising and falling chest to thumb at a nipple. Seemingly pleased at the breathy gasp that escaped Jim’s luscious pink lips, Spock removed himself from Jim’s neck and sat up. He shifted himself, scooting down a bit to kiss just below Jim’s navel. He trailed kisses and nipped up Jim’s torso.
“Spock,” Jim moaned. His hands came up and gripped the pillow under him. He gasped and moaned as Spock worked his mouth over him. Jim was in heaven when Spock finally got to one of his pert nipples and started to lick at it with his rough, alien tongue. He whined as Spock started to suck and nibble at it while his other hand was rolling the other with his thumb.
“Hey…I have…oh…an idea.”
Spock stopped his ministrations and sat up. “No.”
“No, no, it’s a good one. Not at all silly.” Jim smiled. “What’s a wild fantasy you have? Anything at all. Let’s do that. It is our last night of shore leave after all.”
“A fantasy of mine?” Spock asked.
Jim nodded. “I’ll do anything you want. You can do anything you want to me.”
Spock looked away, thinking. He looked back down and smiled. He got up from the bed and went into the closet. He rooted around until he found Jim’s suit, he wore to a fancy dinner party the first night of leave. He took the tie from the suit and came back to the bed.
Jim sat up and offered his hands to Spock. “Yeah, tie me up.”
“Not quite.” Spock leaned over and kissed Jim quickly then tied the tie around his mouth and head. He then took the sheet off the bed and made do tying Jim’s arms behind his back.
Jim stared up at him confused but still aroused and ready for whatever came next. Spock gently lifted him out of the bed. He walked Jim over to a corner and had him sit down.
“I have a report I must finish. You will stay here, quietly, until I am done and then we will continue with our intimate activities.”
Jim turned his head and glared up at Spock.
Spock kissed his forehead. “You did say you would do whatever I wanted.” He patted Jim’s head. “Be a good boy in the corner.” Spock then turned and left the room.
Jim sighed and looked at the wall. All right, fair play. I walked into this one.