Consequences | By : KonekoRain Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 2298 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Music blared as bodies writhed together in some semblance of dance. To kick off their week-long shore leave, the Enterprise's alpha bridge crew, including Doctor McCoy and Mr. Scott, of course, decided to sample the nightlife of Melina X. Well, most of them did. It seemed that everyone was excited about a rare night out together, except of course, Spock. Spock was forced into going with the others by their captain. From his place at a large booth to the side of the dance floor, Spock noticed Jim dancing, quite provocatively, with three local women. He growled lowly under his breath as he watched the women slide their hands over Jim's body. He felt an illogical sense of possession toward his friend. He heard a slight chuckle from the other side of the table and whipped his head around to find the source. Nyota had seated herself across from him while he had been staring at Jim. He felt his face heat slightly and was thankful for the dim lighting. He knew his face had taken up a green tinge. Nyota's eyes flitted across the dance floor to where Spock had been previously looking.
“Why don't you go out there?” she suddenly asked. Spock was startled at the question.
“What?” he asked.
“You obviously don't like his current company. I'm sure Kirk wouldn't mind if you asked him to dance.” This was a reaction that Spock never would have expected in this situation. Being caught staring at someone else by your ex was awkward enough, but to have said ex encourage interaction was unheard of to Spock. Even on Vulcan, in the rare occasion that a couple ended their pre-arranged relationship to pursue another, exes rarely stayed in touch, much less encouraged other relations.
“Vulcans do not dance.” was all he could manage to say. Nyota laughed.
“Vulcans don't dance, but does Spock?” she egged on.
“Negative.” he replied, primly. That was when Nyota stood and grabbed Spock's arm. She was surprisingly strong as she pulled him from his seat. She was only able to because he did not struggle, so as not to hurt her. Giggling the entire time she pushed him toward the dance floor and all the way to Jim. The women around him glared daggers at Spock and Nyota. They tried to pull Jim's attention back to themselves, but were unsuccessful. Jim's blue eyes, slightly glazed from alcohol, were roving over Spock, openly. The Vulcan felt himself blushing again in a decidedly un-Vulcan manner. Tonight just wasn't his night. Jim stepped forward, into Spock's space as Nyota informed him why they were there.
“Spock wants to dance with you.” she yelled over the thrumming music. Telling the other women to back off with her eyes, she whirled around, ponytail swishing, as she walked back to their abandoned table. Spock was stuck in the same spot, under Jim's never wavering gaze, like a deer in the headlights.
“You wanna dance? With me?” he asked. Spock immediately blurted out the first excuse to come to his mind.
“Nyota is simply, what humans refer to as, pulling a prank.”
“Oh really?” a slow smile spread across Jim's face as he stepped in even closer to Spock who, by this point, was standing so straight that his spine ached. Jim reached forward and gently took hold of Spock's upper arms, swaying his body with the music, taking Spock's along with the ride. “Loosen up a bit.” he mumbled. Unable to deny his captain, Spock did as he was told. Jim pressed up against him as they began dancing in a slower, more sensual way than the three local women had. Spock felt his temperature rising as Jim rubbed their bodies together. Suddenly, Jim did something that seemed to rip down every barrier and wall that Spock put up. Jim kissed him. Not just any kiss, either. It started slow and sweet only to gain steam and depth as lips slid along lips and mingled with hot, wet breath as they pulled apart and dove back in. Jim licked along Spock's bottom lip and, unable to stifle the groan that the action caused, Spock readily opened up to Jim, their tongues beginning a heated battle for dominance. Jim swiftly won and mapped out every plane and crevice of Spock's mouth. They pulled apart, both gasping for breath, and, before Spock had a chance to freak out in a very human manner, Jim grinned and let a breathy laugh escape. He leaned in and put his lips against Spock's pointed ear and whispered.
“Let's get out of here.” And, before he had a chance to protest, Jim was pulling him out the door of the club.
~x~x~x~After beaming back to the ship, Jim raced to his quarters, dragging a dazed Spock behind him. Once they reached the door and Jim entered the unlock code with shaking hands, Spock found himself shoved inside the room. Jim ordered the door locked then advanced on Spock. He backed the Vulcan up until the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed and he was forced to sit. Jim ripped his own shirt off and undid his belt before advancing on Spock once more. This time, he stopped in front of him, his sizable...interest....was directly in front of Spock's face. He felt himself blush once again. Spock was unable to resist Jim's appeal and, one look into those crystal blue eyes, clouded and darkened by arousal, he could no longer keep his hands to himself. Reaching up, Spock ran his pale, incredibly sensitive hands over Jim's darker skin. Jim gasped at the feeling and smiled down at Spock. He leaned down and planted a hungry kiss on the Vulcan's lips as he, gently, pulled Spock's shirts over his head. He never changed into civilian clothes before being dragged out to the club. Feeling hands all over his torso, Spock was gingerly leaned back and situated until he was lying on Jim's bed with Jim hovered over him.Since the first moment he saw the man at the Academy, Spock felt drawn to James T. Kirk. It started slow and only served to annoy him to begin with. After a while, however, he found himself longing for situations like the one he was currently in.The feel of cool air ghosting across his legs broke Spock from his musings. He realized that, while he had been exploring when, exactly, his relationship with Jim transformed, Jim had removed the rest of their clothes. He draped himself over Spock and their arousals lined up perfectly. Both moaned in pleasure as they began to move against each other. Pupils blown wide, Jim looked down into Spock's eyes and caressed his cheek with a hand.“Are you sure?” he asked, quietly. Spock just stared at the visage of beauty before him for a minute before he whispered.
“Yes.”
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