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It was eighteen days before McCoy discharged Kirk to his cabin, where he was to continue on medical leave. Spock suspected the doctor would have kept Kirk longer if he hadn’t been concerned that the captain’s negative reaction to his continued incarceration was likely to cause a mutiny among his medical team and ruin their Christmas.
For a week prior to his release, Kirk had been getting physical therapy to strengthen his legs. McCoy had explained to Spock that Kirk had sustained a compound fracture to his left femur with part of the bone piercing the skin, ripping through his quad muscles in the process. While everything had knitted together through regenerative therapy, there would be a residual weakness for some time until it was fully healed.
McCoy held Kirk back until Spock had finished duty and could come to collect him. Throughout his shift that day, he received a number of encrypted messages from the captain that were most certainly not duty-related.
Spock went directly to sickbay and while wearing a bell was out of the question, he made a point of making a noise as he approached McCoy’s office so as not to startle the doctor again and earn him another of his diatribes.
“I’ve come for the captain,” Spock said, standing at ease in the doorway.
McCoy looked up. “Ah, there you are. Jim’s been driving us all insane. You’re more than welcome to him.”
Kirk was sitting in his room, already dressed and almost bouncing with pent up energy.
“You do realize,” Spock said as he helped Kirk down off the bed, “that certain of those messages could be construed as sexual harassment.”
“So, bite me. They finally let me out of bed today, but wouldn’t let me go back to my quarters, so I was bored. Still I got to have a shower. Do you have any idea how excited I got about being able to have one instead of a bedbath? That’s what I’ve come down to, Spock. Captain James T. Kirk of the USS Enterprise can now take a piss without having to ask nursey for a fucking bottle.”
Spock’s lips twitched.
“Are you laughing at me?” Kirk scowled, but unable to keep it up, his face transformed into a wide smile. “I’m telling you, it’s incentive enough never to go into dangerous situations ever again.”
“Since the first day of this mission, I have constantly reminded you to act in a more responsible and safe manner. It has taken you four point six years to finally agree with me.”
Kirk grinned as they slowly made their way back to his quarters. As the door opened to his cabin, Kirk stopped dead.
“What…? Who did this?”
His room was decorated for Christmas, complete with a fully decorated tree, and fairly lights were twisted around items of furniture and the divider between living and bedroom.
“It is Christmas Day tomorrow, Jim. The crew thought you would like some holiday cheer.”
Kirk shook his head and walked further into his cabin. “It’s great – I didn’t expect this. Whose idea was it?”
Spock was pleased that Kirk looked so happy. “Nyota and Janice Rand were responsible for the ideas – several others assisted in its execution. It was the reason you were held back in sickbay today – so it could be completed.”
Kirk smiled, giving him an assessing look, no doubt guessing that he, too, had played a part in creating the seasonal ‘welcome home’. The captain clearly decided not to push the point. “Computer,” he ordered, “lights to twenty percent.”
As the lighting dimmed, so the Christmas tree lights and those decorating the cabin shone brighter, giving the room a soft, ethereal appearance.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, turning to Spock. “Thank you.”
He detected a slight catch to Kirk’s voice. Holding out his arms in invitation, they embraced for the first time. Kirk felt very different to Uhura – the same height, and a harder, more compact body. Having recently showered, Spock could detect the aroma of coconut of Kirk’s favorite shampoo.
Since their first press of lips after Kirk had regained consciousness, imagining deepening the kiss, running his hands over his body, mapping every contour and angle, making love with Jim, was something that had occupied his free-time thoughts to a shocking degree. Frustratingly for both of them, they had been unable to do more, as every one of Kirk’s vitals was constantly being closely monitored as part of his recovery, and an elevation in heart-rate that sharing any degree of intimacy would bring on, would have brought one of the nurses bustling in to check up on him. Reluctantly, they had agreed to wait until his discharge.
Meanwhile, Spock had demonstrated the rheho – Vulcan hand touching. Jim, had been a quick study, leading him to be grateful his own lifesigns were not under close scrutiny, for while Kirk found the ritual motions soothing, he had found them highly arousing.
Kirk pulled his head away from where it was resting on Spock’s shoulder. “You do realize,” Kirk said looking up at him with a grin “if I was up to my usual standard of fitness, I’d seriously rip your clothes off right about now.”
Spock looked into smiling blue eyes and felt a sudden jolt at how close he had come to losing this precious Human from his life. “There is a regulation concerning the correct maintenance of StarFleet uniforms,” Spock reminded.
“Fuck the regulations.”
Spock pressed his lips to Kirk’s right ear. “I would rather fuck you.”
Kirk laughed. “Did you really just say that? Oh god, Spock,” he said looking down ruefully, “this has to be the fastest hard-on I’ve gotten in a long time.”
Spock looked down and noted the hard bulge clearly visible beneath the uniform trousers. He felt Kirk’s finger under his chin tilt his head up and in the next moment, their first real kiss that followed was the most natural thing in the world.
Their lips caressed gently and cherishingly, the tender kiss deepening when Kirk’s tongue pressed for admittance, his mouth tasting faintly of coffee. Spock felt his hand being taken into Kirk’s while the other possessively cradled the back of his head, holding him in place.
Their tongues explored and twined around each other, the kiss, sweet and soft and sensual. At the same time, Kirk’s hand was moving on his, dexterous fingers expertly weaving patterns of bliss, the dual inputs inciting him, filling him with wanton desire.
He was very aware that the emotional flow from Kirk through their points of contact was comfortable, which meant he wasn’t having to shield intensively. It allowed him to really enjoy the physical expression of their love as the kisses became harder and more urgent.
Minutes or hours later – with the provocative assault, Spock had lost his time-sense – Kirk pulled away, panting. “Oh god, Spock. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do that to you.”
“Perhaps it is as much as I have wished it,” Spock quietly replied.
Kirk’s hand released his to move beneath his shirts, his fingers like dry sensuous tongues licking at his belly and chest, igniting nerve-endings and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“I wish to see more of you,” Spock whispered into the rounded ear, and bit on the lobe, eliciting a gasp. Kirk held his hands up as Spock pulled his shirts over his head, exposing his broad, muscled chest. Of their own volition, his hands gave in to the itch to touch, trailing over the firm abdomen, the muscles automatically twitching. He slid his hands up his sides, pausing so the pads of his thumbs could brush over Kirk’s dusky pink nipples. They begged for more, so Spock experimentally gave them a twist. Kirk didn’t seem to mind, closing his eyes and groaning as he worked them.
“God Spock,” he whispered, “you’re killing me and we’ve barely got started.”
Kirk pressed in to kiss him hard, their tongues stabbing and parrying as though in a battle for dominance. At the same time, Kirk’s hands moved to palm Spock’s shaft, cupping it and pressing rhythmically against it. The touch was unexpected and caused him to shudder with arousal, gasping into Kirk’s mouth.
“You’re well-endowed,” Kirk said when he broke the kiss.
“I have not made a study of penile measurements to know whether your statement is accurate.”
Kirk chuckled and moved to the fastening of his trousers. Spock reciprocated, pulling the zipper down slowly, wanting to make this first time last. Sliding his hand inside, he found a warmth that was covered in cotton, and molding his hand, he wrapped his fingers around the hard cloth-enclosed column. As he moved his hand, exploring the length, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along Kirk’s neck from shoulder to ear, enjoying the taste that was uniquely his.
As he nibbled and sucked at the exposed neck, Spock felt Kirk’s hand slip beneath his briefs, wrapping a cool hand around his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so hot,” Kirk whispered as he ran his tongue along the rim of Spock’s ear. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this, to feel you.” He slipped his hand further down, to palm Spock’s balls, rolling them gently, expertly, causing a tremor of desire to arrow through him.
Spock wanted better access to Kirk and pushed his trousers down before tugging gently at the briefs. When Kirk’s cock sprang free, his sensitive nose picked up the heady scent of musk and needed to get closer, to know more of it. Pulling away, he knelt down and took the long cock into his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around the crown, sucking and licking at the slit, as his hand held the shaft.
“God, that’s so hot…fuck…oh….god,” came a litany as he felt Kirk’s hands clutch at his head.
This wasn’t something he wanted to do while standing, especially as he knew that Kirk was still weak, so pulling away, the movement eliciting a groan of disappointment, he undid Kirk’s boots and pulled them off, before removing the pants, briefs and socks until Kirk stood in the middle of his cabin in all his naked glory.
Spock gracefully stood and pulled his own shirts off, placing it on the back of a chair. Before he could do more, Kirk lunged forward and attached himself to one of Spock’s nipples, sucking and teasing it with his teeth until it was wet and stiff and aching, his nimble fingers playing with its twin, setting his blood on fire.
“I would prefer to continue this on the bed,” Spock managed to gasp out.
Kirk pulled back and walked slowly towards the bed. In the few steps it took to reach it, Spock had expertly divested himself of all remaining clothing while simultaneously admiring the well-muscled ass in front of him.
Kirk carefully lay down and Spock climbed onto the bed, reversing his position so that his cock hung above Kirk’s face, lowering himself until it was within easy reach. Assured Kirk would be able to get to work, he turned his attention to Kirk’s cock lying hard on his abdomen, still wet with his saliva, the head glistening with pre-come. Lifting the hard flesh he sank his mouth over it, just as Kirk did the same, both of them gasping at the intense sensations.
Spock knew he was close to coming and would have to exercise control if he was to stave it off. Before it became critical, Kirk released him and then sucked his balls into his mouth, gently sucking and tonguing them.
“I love the taste of you,” Kirk announced between licks and sucks. He felt Kirk’s tongue move further back to the perineum, pressing against it. The raw desire he felt made it difficult for him to focus on the cock in his mouth, as he bobbed up and down the length of it, each downward movement dropping his nose to Kirk’s groin which held his natural and intoxicating aroma.
“And I, you,” Spock stopped to reply. “I had not known until now that I was missing something in my life,” he admitted and enthusiastically bent back to his task.
“Spock, if you don’t stop I’m going to come and I’m not ready to, yet.”
He reluctantly ceased his pleasurable ministrations and, lifting himself and turning, lay down beside Kirk. Leaning over him and kissing him deeply, he could taste himself in Kirk’s mouth. Applying lips and tongues, the only sound in the cabin was that of their wet, ardent kissing.
They came up for air. “I don’t know what I want more,” Kirk said, breathing heavily, “to fuck you or have you fuck me.”
Spock leaned down and nibbled on Kirk’s ear, his breaths gusting against the shell. “I wish to feel you within me, filling me, thrusting hard until I lose control and cry out at the ecstasy of it. I wish to see your passion, your face when you climax as you fill me with your seed.”
“Fuck, Spock, where did you learn to talk like that?” Kirk groaned, as one hand groped towards his nightstand.
“I do not wish you to over exert yourself, so I ask that you remain on your back and I will ‘ride’ you.”
“Fuck, yes,” Kirk agreed, licking his lips in anticipation.
“I will not require much preparation, as I am able to control the internal muscles sufficiently to prevent damage.”
Spock knelt up and spent a moment looking at Kirk’s lithe body laid out before him, from the wide muscular shoulders to the narrow waist, bathed in the gentle glow of the Christmas lights and his for the taking. Kirk’s hands reached out for him, fingers running lightly through his chest hair and sliding down his sides to grip his hips.
Spock moved to straddle the broad chest, close enough that Kirk would be able to reach behind to prepare him, as his cock hung full and heavy over him. A moment later, he felt Kirk’s fingers, slick with lube, slide back to his entrance, teasing it, creating tantalizing sensations as his fingers gently rimmed the tight ring of muscle.
“I can’t believe I’m touching you here, it’s so personal, you know? I’ve been staring at your ass for months, wondering how it would feel to do this.” With that, Spock felt the first slick finger slide into him and he was almost undone.
“God, Spock, you’re so hot and tight. I’m not gonna last more than a minute.”
“Enough, I want you inside me, now.” With that, he moved back and watched as Kirk squirted more lube onto the palm of his right hand, then lifting his cock, spread it along the length of the generous shaft in a slow, sensual pumping action. Their eyes met and held, Kirk’s expression heated and intense.
When Kirk bit his lip, Spock looked down at his hand as he pleasured himself, sinuous muscles rippling along the compact Human body as he moved into his hand, and wondered how often he did this alone in his bed.
“I’ve done this every night for months, thinking of you,” Kirk said huskily, as if reading Spock’s thoughts. “Imagining doing unspeakable things with you,” he added with a grin.
Spock’s curiosity was piqued. “Unspeakable?”
“God, yeah,” he said, his voice catching as he stopped movement of his hands, holding his cock upright.
Despite his curiosity, Spock didn’t ask for more details, instead focusing on relaxing his muscles as he positioned himself above Kirk’s swollen flesh. It had been many years since he had allowed a male to take him, the stretch as his head pierced into him sending shivers skittering down his spine, his heart thrumming wildly in his side.
Spock used gravity to slowly slide down the length, taking Kirk into him, inch by tantalizing inch, eliciting a litany of lascivious profanity from Kirk in the process, until he had reached the hilt and his testicles were nestled on the taut abdomen. The look on Kirk’s face was ecstatic, his eyes slitted, his mouth open in a silent ‘oh’. Spock leaned forward to kiss the open mouth, a welcome interlude as their tongues collided lustfully, allowing his body to adjust to the bulk of the sturdy manhood filling him.
Spock reluctantly pulled away and lifted his hips, slowly gliding up Kirk’s length in the process and then dropping back down, the feel of it like an electric shock to raw nerves, heating his blood in a way he imagined the early symptoms of Pon Farr to be.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Kirk said, his eyes riveted to where their bodies were joined. “You’re so tight. How does it feel for you?”
Spock considered describing the specific sensations, but rejected the thought as likely sounding too clinical; it wasn’t what Kirk wanted to know. “The feel of you inside me is both primitive and arousing – my body is aflame.”
Kirk wrapped his fist around Spock’s outstretched cock, his fingers still slick with lube, running his fingers around the crown and the double ridge beneath, watching in awe as they flared to his touch. Spock gasped at the rousing sensations.
“You like that, huh?” Kirk asked as he ran his thumb in tight circles across the slit, then moving down to gently rub at the sensitive frenulum. “Like me playing with your cock while you’re fucking me?”
“Yes,” Spock whispered, the last consonant a long, sibilant hiss.
With his free hand, Kirk tugged on Spock’s wrist until he could suck his index and middle fingers into his mouth. The sensation sent a lightening jolt through him, his eyes fluttering closed as he almost reached sensory overload.
Blindly, he reached out and pinched one of Kirk’s nipples as they found a rhythm together, the sound of flesh on flesh, and their short, harsh gasps of pleasure, echoing around the silent cabin.
The utterly rapt expression on Kirk’s face was one he’d never before seen. “I’m close,” he mumbled around Spock’s fingers, as his hips thrust upwards, embedding his cock deeply into Spock. His lust-filled eyes were wide and dark, droplets of sweat trickling from his temples and covering his pale, athletic torso in a glistening sheen, reflected in the low light.
Spock redoubled his efforts, his corded thighs working hard to lift and slam himself back down, impaling himself as deeply as he could as Kirk’s hand rapidly worked him, spreading a fire through his groin, pressure building in his testicles. There was no stopping it now as his movements became erratic, his muscles tightening around Kirk’s shaft, the entire universe shrinking to the dual sensations of Kirk fist working him and his mouth sensuously sucking on his highly sensitized fingers.
It was like the sparkle of stars after sunset, starting with one or two here and there, but then more and more appear, until soon there’s a whole galaxy of them, the myriad points of sparkling light coalescing into a solid mass of raw pleasure.
Giving himself entirely up to it, he shouted “Jim,” as pulsating waves of ecstasy suddenly overtook him, sending slender ropes of semen across Kirk’s chest and face as blue eyes watched him intently.
Unable to move, Spock’s overworked lungs drew in great gasps of air as he held himself in a hovering position. Kirk slammed his hips upwards several times to close the gap, and then held himself there. “Fuck….fuck…” Kirk gasped, his face contorted in wild abandon, and a moment later, Spock felt jets of wet warmth fill him as, with a loud, sighing moan, Kirk gave himself over to a frenzied release.
Feeling utterly enervated, Spock pulled off Kirk and collapsed beside him, Kirk reaching for his hand as he let his oxygen-deprived body work on rebuilding its depleted reserves.
After several minutes, Kirk pushed himself up shakily and, pulling a small towel from a cabinet beside his bed, cleaned himself of the cooling fluid on his face and chest. That done, he leaned over Spock and kissed him slowly and deeply, tongues lazily touching and sliding together. The kiss was like the period at the end of a long sentence, a natural rounding off of something meaningful. After several minutes, apparently satisfied, he lay back down, as both twisted onto their sides to face each other.
“Shall I let you into a secret,” Kirk asked with a grin.
Spock could do no more than nod, as Kirk’s fingers traced the contours of his face, mapping it as if to commit it to memory.
“That day we first met, when I said I had the right to face my accuser. You came down and my god, so help me, I wanted you right there and then. It was all lust, but it hit me so strongly I could barely look at you.”
“I thought you one of the most attractive men I had ever seen,” Spock admitted. “At the time, I was in a relationship with Uhura and thought nothing more of it. It has only been in the last few months that I accepted there was something between us, but refused to face it, to analyze it, until your accident.”
Kirk smiled at the confession. “There’s more,” he said looking slightly sheepish. “A couple of weeks out from Earth at the beginning of the mission, you pissed me off about something – I can’t even remember what it was now – and I wanted to get back at you. I’d been toying with a list of things I wanted to do before my thirtieth birthday and had gotten up to nine. So I stuck ‘making love to Spock’ as the tenth, put it in first position and then left it where you’d see it. I knew you wouldn’t be too happy about it, especially as you were with Uhura at the time.”
“I did see it,” Spock confirmed. “It reinforced a belief I had that you were both arrogant and immature.”
“I guess I deserved that,” Kirk conceded with a slight wince. “At the time, I expected you to say something to me, maybe get all indignant, or something, but you never did. In the end, I didn’t get around to adding a proper tenth item, and over the years as I ticked each one off my list, I never dreamed that the one at the top would ever become reality. So tell me, Spock,” he arched an eyebrow and smiled, “do you still feel the same way about me?
Spock’s lips twitched. “Over time, I have come to reassess my initial impressions. As you approach your thirtieth birthday—”
“—in eleven days,” Kirk pointed out.
“Indeed. I have seen you mature into a fine and inspiring commander and…” he reached out to push back a lock of sweat-damp from Kirk’s forehead, “…a very special friend,” he added more quietly.
Kirk smiled at him, his blue eyes twinkling in the subdued light. “And you, Spock, are the best Christmas present I’ve ever had,” he proclaimed, and then closed the gap between them to kiss his Vulcan thoroughly.
[finis]