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The Edge	By : LittleMuse Category: S through Z > Star Trek (2009) > Star Trek (2009) Views: 3770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part I
- 2-Part II
- 3-Part III
- 4-Part IV
- 5-Part V
- 6-Part VI
- 7-Part VII
- 8-Part VIII
- 9-Part IX
- 10-Part X
- 9
- 10
Part X

Jim spent a good hour in his room, doing nothing but thinking. He had attempted at one point to get some of his own paperwork done, but that had lasted about ten minutes before he had come to the conclusion that there would be no focusing on anything but his problem with Spock until it was solved. So he sat at his desk, and he thought.

By midnight, he had made a decision.

Spock was in bed when he crept to his room, but Jim knew he wasn't sleeping, knew he wouldn't be while it was possible Jim was mad at him. Jim wondered briefly why Spock was not down in the labs, getting some kind of work done amid his restlessness, or at least sitting at his desk with a PADD, but perhaps he had come across the same problem Jim had.

Perhaps, Spock had been waiting for him, even if he had been prepared to wait days.

Jim did not look for permission to approach tonight, nor did he make much secret of his entrance, padding across the thinly carpeted floor, still dressed in uniform but for his earlier discarded boots. It was a moment before he could make out Spock in the dark, but he knew he was watching him move forward, intently. When Jim was close enough to be unmistakable, Spock spoke.

"You should be sleeping, Captain," he said.

Jim stood there a moment, tired. "Yeah," he agreed easily. He lowered himself onto the edge of the mattress with a sigh, but he looked at his feet, not Spock. He ran a hand over his face and then propped his cheek on it, cocking his head at the Vulcan and smiling ruefully. "We're really fucked, aren't we?"

"... Indeed."

Jim nodded. "You..." He swallowed, "the ambassador..." He dropped his hands down between his knees, head bowed, "he once told me that, if whatever universe it is that we're in really is the wrong one, that it... he thinks it tries to correct itself."

Spock hesitated, and Jim could hardly blame him, already wary and wondering where Jim was taking this. "That would explain several serendipitous coincidences."

"Yeah," Jim said quietly. He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter. "I never really put much stock in fate before all this."

"Nor I."

"But, uh... if this universe is supposed to be a certain way... I'm pretty sure it wants me with you." He met Spock's gaze, glanced away again at the intensity of it, and then forced himself to look again. "I want me with you."

Spock stared, eyes looking very Human.

"So, uh... you can have me," Jim said. "Any way we can do this... I'm in."

Spock's eyes listed downward and he reached a hand out for Jim's. Jim allowed it. "... This is unfair to you," he said.

"Yeah. Yeah, it really is." Jim twined their fingers. "Care to make it up to me?"

Spock pulled at their joined hands in reply and Jim went with it, limply dropping his head down to Spock's chest and rubbing his cheek against the blanket covering it. Spock's fingers left his for his head, and he said nothing. Jim thought that many would have been making excuses, he would have been making excuses, explaining himself, his good intentions. He knew Spock had been trying at every turn to see him through this as unscathed as possible.

Spock petted at his hair and justified nothing.

Jim turned his nose down and tugged a bit at the cover to press a kiss to Spock's sternum. He kissed a small trail up to his neck and then nuzzled his nose into the hollow beneath his jaw, settling against him again. They lay in silence like that for several moments before Spock's fingers skimmed down his back and beneath the hem of his shirt. Then they worked their way beneath the waistband of his pants and tugged, dislodging the black undershirt as well.

Jim sat up and locked eyes with Spock, obediently removing first his command shirt and then the one beneath it, tossing them very deliberately over onto the floor. Spock stared, eyes roving down and back up languidly, and did not even comment on the haphazard disposal. The hand that had migrated to Jim's thigh to allow him to move freely traveled slowly back to his waist and urged him downward and closer. Jim laid over him again and the hand went to the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss.

Without words, they had decided there would be no stopping tonight. And if Jim had had doubts, the fact that Spock did not correct any he picked up on was validation enough.

Jim worked the blanket down to climb beneath it and chuckled into Spock's mouth when he found the Vulcan naked. "Knew I'd be coming, did you?"

Spock arched an eyebrow.

Jim's grin faded. "Shouldn't have taken me longer than five minutes to. Hell, I shouldn't have let you leave the room."

Spock's forefinger skimmed along his cheek. "You discredit the significance of the decision. You had every right to deliberate."

Jim shook his head. "No," he said. "You were right; I told you I'd take you any way I could get you, and I knew that I meant it at the time, or I wouldn't have let you get married in the first place. Now, here I am, being offered more... I should have known that wouldn't have changed."

"Our previous arrangement did not... limit you so."

Jim jerked his head back. "Oh, you mean I can't cheat?" he demanded with a grin. "Well, that changes everything."

Spock said nothing, but his eyes were sterner than they had been before and his grip on Jim's waist tightened.

Jim's smile stayed put. "We'll discuss the terms later," he said, bending his head again.

Spock met him halfway, and maybe he was just eager to shut him up, but his kiss seemed more demanding this time, or perhaps there was simply more intent behind it. His fingers guided Jim's head, though it needed no guiding, and he tugged the blanket over them with his other hand, carefully urging Jim onto his back. Then he reached to unfasten Jim's pants.

It was an odd moment for T'Pid to enter Jim's mind. He had gone further than this with Spock in recent days, before she had even known about them. Jim did not keep the thought in his head long enough to decide how he felt about it, lest Spock pick up on it. He put it aside.

Warm hands caressed down his hips and his pants, now loose, went with them easily. Spock pushed them down his thighs until Jim could kick them off and knock them to the floor with a foot. Then bare skin was everywhere, laying over him, wrapping around him, and Jim wrapped his arms around Spock's shoulders, irrationally afraid he might leave.

Spock broke away, barely, and met Jim's eyes, breath fluttering over his lips and thumb stroking his cheekbone. "... Worla va'ashiv," he whispered, more to himself than to Jim, Jim thought. Jim stared.

The syllables sounded sweet, so he kissed Spock again, thumbs petting at the tips of his ears.

Intimacy used to terrify Jim. Spock had sneak attacked him from the beginning, worming into his comfort zone under the category of friend, and then easing him into the rest, but when Jim stopped and really thought about forever, it still made him shudder sometimes. If he thought about it logically, this arrangement, given their issues, should have been their perfect solution. There was someone to see to the pon farr and Jim was still technically free. But it did not relieve him in the slightest; it made him sick to his stomach if he thought about it too long.

So he put that too out of his mind, before Spock could feel the need to comfort him and slow the proceedings down.

Not that Jim wanted them over with. He planned to thoroughly enjoy this.

He drew back, holding Spock in place, intent on speaking, but then Spock's lips were swollen nicely, face flushed green, and Jim decided he wanted another brief kiss. And then another. And then Spock opened his mouth again and it was a good two minutes before Jim made himself pull away again. "Lube," he managed.

Spock reached for the nightstand, movements graceful but distinctly hurried, and Jim smirked, trailing lazy fingers up and down the line of the Vulcan's back.

Spock returned after a moment, fingers already slick with oil, and handed the bottle over to Jim for temporary safekeeping. His dry hand moved to Jim's hip and Jim helpfully wrapped his legs around Spock's waist, breathing picking up as their erections brushed.

"Spock..." he murmured, arching into the sensation.

Spock lowered his mouth to Jim's neck and his tongue to his pulse; firm, languid laves that skittered chills down Jim's spine as a long finger circled his entrance. He latched onto Spock's earlobe just to have something to do, pleased when the other groaned, and beyond satisfied when the finger finally slipped past the ring of muscle and pressed inward. Jim rocked down on it, breath whooshing out over Spock's ear.

"Come on," Jim urged, when Spock was brushing just shy of the good spot, and Spock obediently inserted a second finger, but did not deepen them. Spock had to know what he had wanted too, so Jim glared at the dark ceiling because he couldn't at the Vulcan currently still attached to his neck. Spock would pick up on the sentiment.

Indeed, almost instantly, the fingers brushed carefully over his prostate, enough to elicit a gasp from Jim, but then they retreated again.

"Spock," he said, meaning to sound scolding, but winding up more desperate. It had been too long for this.

Spock's fingers withdrew, dragging deliciously on the way out, and Jim squirmed. As soon as Spock released his neck, he went about dribbling oil onto his palm, tossing the bottle to the floor with his clothes and reaching down to Spock's groin. He wrapped his own fingers around the hard flesh he found there and squeezed, arousal flaring in his own belly at the noise Spock made and the feel of him in his hand again, hot and silken.

He dipped his head to kiss Jim, thrusting a few times into his hand for as long as the younger man would allow it, and then Jim released him and tightened his thighs on his hips, drawing them flush against one another again.

Spock gazed down at him, elbows either side of his shoulders, nose brushing his, face too close to see all of.

Jim blinked at him. "You know, from this close, it looks like you just have one big eye," he said.

He waited for Spock to call him illogical or at least irrelevant, to look amused or annoyed with him. He just stared at him instead, expression soft and contemplative, middle finger tracing the ridge of Jim's ear. Then he kissed him again, setting a gentle pace, and guided his hips up, pressing against his entrance.

Jim gasped into Spock's mouth at the initial burn of penetration; apparently it had been too long for this to be entirely painless as well. Spock paused above him for a moment and Jim breathed. As soon as Jim was ready to nod at him, Spock pushed forward again before he could, slowly.

Jim drew him closer, all the way in, clenching rhythmically and not entirely voluntarily. "Not gonna break," he breathed against Spock's mouth.

Jim was pretty sure he might, actually, were Spock to really let go. Spock had adapted to a higher strength than he himself all his life, so any other action, from the weight of objects, to pressing the buttons at his station, Jim knew Spock did effortlessly, especially now that he was used to the lesser gravity. But touching a Human... perhaps Spock had grown up being gentle with his mother, Jim didn't really know, and then there had been Nyota, even more fragile than him, but another Vulcan could bear a far stronger grip than Jim was constantly handled with, he knew.

But he didn't care for feeling delicate, so there was no need to remind Spock of this. He never forgot anyway.

He pulled Spock into another kiss and rocked up, setting a satisfying rhythm. He clung tightly to Spock throughout, perhaps more tightly than usual, hands gripping where they normally would have wandered.

Spock moved like waves lapping against him, the tide rising, and it wasn't long before Jim could not focus on the coordination that kissing required. He settled for breathing against Spock's lips, forehead pressed to his.

"Ah," he gasped, in pleasure this time, tipping his head back. He felt Spock's breath on his chin now. "There."

Spock angled correctly again, ever precise, and Jim gave a wanton moan, fingers scrabbling at Spock's shoulders. He opened hooded eyes to find Spock's fixed on him, blown with lust and darker than normal, and he opened his mouth, almost asked him to meld them, but he didn't know if that was allowed yet. He settled for kissing him again, feeling the groans rumble up from Spock's throat.

"Touch me," Jim rasped, even though he knew he hardly needed to say it aloud, and one of Spock's hands hesitantly left his waist to reach for his cock, bobbing near lewdly between them. Spock gave him a few long pulls, thumb smearing through the fluid welling at the tip, and the tide rose higher.

Jim squeezed around Spock, on purpose this time, and the Vulcan's grip stuttered and then sped up. Jim watched his face, fascinated, and then turned his nose into his cheek. "I missed you," he whispered, and Spock stilled with an almost shout, shuddering against him and inside him, and grip on Jim's cock almost painful.

Jim let him breathe for a moment, squirming again, and then Spock lifted his head and pressed soft kisses to his mouth, nibbling at Jim's bottom lip, tender rather than desperate now. His hand, briefly slackened, tightened again and pulled, pace unforgiving this time and tongue slipping back into his mouth.

Jim panted and writhed, and when Spock's fingers skirted over his face, he came undone, spilling himself into Spock's hand and forgetting how to breathe.

"God," he said, chest heaving. He immediately reached for Spock's mouth again and kissed him hungrily, rolling them back over until he was on top. Spock carefully pulled out of him when he did this and Jim winced, more uncomfortable with the emptiness than he could ever remember being in the past. He kissed him more fervently in accommodation for a bit, and then slowed down, eventually breaking off. Then he sighed shakily and maneuvered himself downward until he could lay against Spock's chest.

Spock petted at him as he had before. "You are satisfied?" he asked, tone slightly teasing.

Jim breathed out a laugh, watching Spock's nipple tighten under the inadvertent onslaught. "For now." He had intended to imply more rounds tonight, but it sounded more ominous somehow.

Spock's hand stilled and he moved to wrap an arm around him. "Sleep," he instructed. "We shall deal with tomorrow when it comes."

Jim laughed a little again, eyes already slipping closed. "Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow..." he muttered.

Spock's arm tightened, but he did not respond.
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