dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2010-09-01 03:22:00 |
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Fanfiction: Now (Star Trek reboot) (Kirk/Spock)
Title: Now
Author: dani_meows
(Fandom)Pairing: Star Trek reboot: Kirk/Spock
Rating: Adult, NC17, Porn
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: He was going to fuck his captain or his captain would fuck him. Either way, it was going to happen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek
Highlight for Warnings: * PWP, rimming, anal, oral *
Beta: All mistakes are my own.
He kissed him roughly. He didn't want to hear his voice or his list of reasons why they shouldn't fuck on the table that was near them. He just wanted sex and he wanted it now. He was sick of his flirting with him and then backing away of staring into his too blue eyes and longing for him.
He was going to fuck his captain or his captain would fuck him. Either way, it was going to happen. Both of their tongues were engaging in a very fierce french kiss and he dropped his shields and felt his humans growing sense of arousal. He pressed him firmly against him and switched his lips focus from Jim's lips to his neck. He wanted to hear him moan. He wanted to make him scream and cry out.
A nip of his teeth against Jim's skin and he received both a moan and his name said in a breathless voice. “Spock,” his captain moaned.
He could feel the other man's arousal through their clothes and he quickly stripped both himself and his captain. He cried out in delighted pleasure when Jim's hand began to stroke his cock in a firm grip. Jim's hand was cooler than his but that merely added to the delight.
“Jim,” he cried. His captain was fighting his dominance and it simply heightened his pleasure. He could regain control if he wanted to but he did not want to. He wanted his captain to take him. He'd wanted it from the moment he'd seen the defiant man staring at him from his academic suspension hearing.
Jim was his. He was Jim's. The universe said so and the universe and Jim's mouth on his cock could not be wrong.
He found himself pushed onto the table on his hands and his knees. He found himself wondering if Jim was going to just shove into him without any preparation, since they did not have any lubricant. He prepared himself to make his muscles relax so that there would be minimal damage.
He didn't expect to feel Jim's tongue licking around his entrance. It felt amazing. He'd never experienced anything like that before.
“Jim,” he cried out feeling himself inching closer to climax.
Jim kept licking him and he felt the tongue enter him.
He let out an exceptionally loud moan and came, shooting his seed all over the table.
He was prepared and stretched and he wanted Jim inside him now.
He wanted to belong to his captain.
“Jim,” he pleaded, “please, fuck me.”
Jim's tongue stopped licking him and he felt a moistened finger slide into him.
He was hard again as the finger stretched him but he wanted more.
He cried out and his captain added a second finger and then a third. He was moaning and arching his body upwards trying to convince Jim that it was time to stop preparing him and just fuck him.
The fingers were slowly removed and Jim moved close to his face on the other side of the table. He arranged his cock so that it was in front of his face. Spock began to suck Jim's cock. The flavor was slightly salty but fascinating and he wanted to spend hours studying the flavors and textures of Jim's cock, but that was an experiment for another day.
Once Jim's cock was moistened and Jim had let out a particularly pleasing moan that Spock longed to hear more of, Jim moved back to his previous spot.
He gave Spock one more teasing lick and then Spock felt the head of Jim's cock against his entrance. He cried out in pleasure with a slight hint of pain that was mostly drowned out in pleasure as Jim entered him.
Once he was in, Jim paused to give him time to adjust. Spock thrust his hips back to signify that he was ready and that he wanted more.
Jim began to thrust. Both of them were moaning and arching as they joined. It was utter euphoria. Spock had never felt like this. He'd never felt such satisfaction as the satisfaction he felt now with Jim's cock slamming into him.
Jim's hand began to stroke his cock in time with the rhythm they had set. He was close to his second orgasm and he could tell that Jim was really close to his first. His shields went all the way down and he knew some of Jim's thoughts. He suddenly knew that his captain was in love with him. It was to that realization that he came all over the table a second time.
His muscles clenched tightly around Jim's cock and Jim cried out as he too came. They collapsed against the table, both of them utterly spent. It was a few minutes before Jim got off of Spock, easing out of him gently and before Spock realized that he was lying in his own spent seed. Despite being messy he did not care.
A few seconds later he began to sit up.
“You're all dirty, Spock,” Jim said with a smirk, his blue eyes shining with playful mirth, “here let me help.”
Jim positioned himself so that he could reach Spock's body easily. He then began to clean Spock's chest and stomach of the drying semen with his tongue.
Spock felt himself shiver in anticipation. He hoped that he'd feel Jim's tongue paying attention to his entrance once more. Jim was teasing him with kisses and nips to his hips even as he positioned him on his hands and knees once more.
Jim proceeded to use his mouth and tongue to clean him thoroughly and by the time he was done both of them were hard once more.
“Tell me Mr. Spock, have you ever heard of a 69?” Jim asked.
“Indeed, captain,” Spock answered turning to look over his shoulder so that his captain could see his raised eyebrow and smirk.