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“This house is nice,” Jim said after he finished the tour with Spock, the elder. The Enterprise was on a supply run to the new colony. Spock, his first officer, had gone to visit his father, Sarek, along with Uhura. They’d invited him along but then Spock-this Spock-had invited him to come visit him, and it had seemed far less intrusive than the family gathering with Sarek.
“It is suitable for my needs,” Spock agreed. “Would you like tea?”
Jim smiled. “Yeah, thanks.”
Spock went into the kitchen and began to make a pot of tea. In many ways he reminded Jim of his first officer, but obviously at an advanced age. He was perhaps less serious than Spock was though.
“How come you’re not as stiff and unyielding as him?” Jim heard himself blurt out.
“You speak of my counterpart,” Spock said quietly.
Jim sighed. “Yeah. He’s so uptight. I mean we’re friends. We are. We do lots of stuff together. But he still holds back so much from me.”
“My circumstances were different than his. For instance, I was never romantically involved with Uhura.”
Jim winced and lowered his gaze.
“That bothers you.”
“No,” Jim denied. “I mean, it’s fine. It’s just…I thought…never mind.”
Spock picked up the pot and two cups and walked into the living room. He set them on the coffee table in front of the couch and then bade Jim to sit there with him. Jim noticed that after Jim sat first, Spock sat very close to him.
“You saw my relationship with my Jim when I melded with you,” Spock speculated.
Jim nodded. “Yeah.”
“We served together for several years before we gave into our romantic inclinations.”
“But as you pointed out, you weren’t with Uhura.”
“No, but we each engaged in other romantic liaisons. Jim in particular.”
“Maybe. But they don’t seem to be slowing down in their relationship at all.”
“It makes you sad.”
“I can’t do anything about it, anyway,” Jim replied softly. “I’m certainly not going to tell him how I feel.”
Spock brushed the back of his hand over Jim’s cheek. “I do not like to see you sad.”
Jim scooted even closer until he was nearly in Spock’s lap. He licked his dry lips and was very aware that Spock watched the movement of his tongue with interest.
“That is a habit my Jim did not have,” Spock remarked.
“No? Does it-does it bother you that we have differences?”
Spock shook his head. “It fascinates me. And in every way in which my mind and body reacts to you it is the same.”
“Yeah?” He licked his lips again. Totally on purpose. Spock’s eyes narrowed and focused completely on Jim’s mouth.
“You are teasing me, young one.”
“No.” Jim shook his head and leaned in close, kissing Spock hard. At first, the elder Spock remained stiff and unresponsive. Jim was pretty sure it was by sheer will. Jim kept kissing the statue of Spock anyway, and lifted his hand to Spock’s jaw. He rubbed his thumb just under Spock’s lips and the stoic older Vulcan moaned and began to kiss Jim back fervently.
Jim sighed into the kiss and parted his lips to allow Spock’s tongue access to his mouth. He moved his hand from Spock’s jaw to the back of the Vulcan’s neck.
Jim found himself suddenly flat on his back on the couch with a very strong Vulcan above him, kissing him as though his very life depended on it. Jim returned the kisses just as frantically, not caring at all if he needed to breathe.
He could feel the press of Spock’s arousal against him and his own cock rose in happy answer. He groaned and rose up as Spock’s hand slid down to palm his cock through his pants.
“Spock,” he gasped as he tore his mouth away from the older Vulcan to finally catch his breath.
“I desire you.”
Jim licked his lips again. “Well, hot damn.”
Spock’s hand moved up slightly to the zipper of Jim’s pants, which he deftly lowered, before parting the opening and slipping his hand inside to withdraw Jim’s now achingly hard dick. A strong grip closed around the shaft, jerking it rapidly until Jim was springing off the bed, his back arching.
Spock stopped his ministrations for a moment but only to scoot down Jim’s body. He drew Jim’s cock into his mouth and began to suck Jim like Jim’s dick was a Vulcan’s favorite popsicle.
Jim frantically threaded his fingers in his soft brown tresses as he held Spock to him while Spock fed upon Jim’s dick. Jim was panting and moaning like a damn animal, but hell he was pretty sure Spock was the best cocksucker in the whole damn universe.
“Oh my God, Oh my God,” Jim babbled, unable to stop the incoherent words from spilling from his lips as Spock deep-throated him. Even as Spock continued to give him the best damn blowjob of his life, he felt his pants and boxer briefs being yanked down and away from his ass, down to his knees.
Spock released his cock—to Jim’s dismay—long enough to get rid of Jim’s boots, before he once more dove down on Jim’s dick, with renewed vigor. Spock stuck a long finger into his own mouth next to Jim’s cock, and then that finger ended up pressing between Jim’s ass cheeks and into his hole. Jim howled.
“Spock, fuck!”
This time Spock stopped and pulled Jim’s pants and boxer briefs off, but instead of returning to Jim’s dripping cock, his tongue shoved into Jim’s asshole. Jim almost stopped breathing. He dug his nails so hard into the couch, he was sure he was tearing it to shreds. Over and over Spock tongue fucked him, with Jim’s legs held high up in the air. His already ready to blow cock lay against his thigh, so Jim reached down to grasp it, jerking it roughly as Spock rimmed him.
He threw his head back against the couch as stars exploded behind his vision, his body rocking with the most powerful orgasm he could remember. Cum splattered everywhere and his legs shook with the force of it.
He watched through half-closed eyes as the elder Spock merely moved the folds of robe he wore aside and, hovering above Jim, he pushed his cock into Jim’s ass. He expected pain, a burning stretch, but there was nothing, just acceptance as his body welcomed his Vulcan lover in. It occurred to Jim, dazed as he was, that Spock’s cock must be self-lubricating, and hell didn’t that come in handy.
Spock had hiked Jim’s legs high, his feet almost to the Vulcan’s shoulders, as he bent Jim back and pistoned into him again and again with staggering force that made the very couch move across the floor. Who knew Vulcans could be such raging maniacs when it came to sex. Jim smiled lazily, unable to become aroused again so soon, but loving the feeling of being so used by this man…this Vulcan of all beings.
It seemed to go on for a long time to Jim, Spock thrusting into him, spreading him wide with each powerful press into his flesh. Finally the elder Spock tensed above him, Spock’s face showing absolute beautiful ecstasy in that moment as he pumped three more times and then poured his seed into Jim.
He collapsed into Jim’s arms and Jim held him close, kissing Spock’s forehead. Eventually Spock moved his face until their lips were within inches of each other’s again and they resumed kissing, slowly and softly this time, with no urgency. He could taste his own mustiness on Spock’s tongue and lips and perhaps he should be embarrassed but he wasn’t...not at all.
Jim smiled against Spock’s lips. “Want to move to the bed?”
Spock nodded. “Yes, ashaya. In a moment.”