Tired

Kirk got a knee in between Spock's legs, which suddenly didn't seem all that steady under him. Then he pulled back a little, looked up at Spock's face. For a moment he wondered, absently, if the reason Vulcans tended to be so standoffish was because the more you got to know them, the easier it was to read the expressions on their faces. He barely had to try with Spock anymore.

Spock's mouth was slack, his lips smeared wet from Kirk's mouth. He looked like he'd been slapped. And Kirk had slapped him once or twice. He could spot the expression.

"Captain," Spock managed, sounding like the word had been squeezed out of him.

Captain.

Kirk curled his lips in a predatory smile, pushing aside the clear feeling he had that he was doing something vaguely monstrous. At the moment he didn't have much in the way of alternatives, so he leaned up against Spock, putting a lot of deliberate, solid pressure on the object currently diggineg into his hip. Spock shut his eyes, his breath going out in a hiss. Kirk tilted his head up, brought it close to Spock's ear.

"Spock?" he said, the exhalation ruffling a few black strands of hair. "Have I read the situation correctly?"

Spock swallowed audibly. Kirk did nothing further, just resting his weight. Comfortable.

His stomach churned once, reminding him...and after a long moment of hesitation, he yielded to the need to accelerate things a bit. Lightly, he put his lips to the base of Spock's neck, bit him a little. Underneath him, Spock's whole body tightened at the touch. His hips jerked, just barely enough to feel, and Kirk rewarded him with a light caress over the area in question.

Spock tightened his grip on Kirk's shoulders. Kirk tilted his head up as he leaned in. His breath spread warmly over Kirk's face. Then Spock hesitated, eyes flicking up... needing to see the look on his face? Kirk wasn't
sure. The moment passed fluidly with Spock's forward motion as he dipped his head and pressed his lips lightly
against Kirk's.

Kirk responded in kind, teasing with his mouth, pulling back and leaving Spock a little frustrated with each brief, gentle pass of his lips. He was enjoying himself immensely, savoring the little noises he was drawing out of his friend. He was pressed so hard into him he could feel Spock's erection twitch through the fabric of his pants.

Spock's hands slid down his arms, gripping just above the elbow. Gripping hard.

It was a good thing he had- Kirk would have had to brace himself as he felt a quick clench of nausea. He shivered and swallowed, fighting the reflex for all he was worth. Spock interpreted it as something else, kissing him more roughly, urgent.

The moment passed and he responded to Spock's bright flare of passion with lightheaded relief. In the wake of his churning stomach he was left oddly energized. An unhealthy, buzzing, electric feeling, all down the back of his neck, shooting sparks out his fingertips. His heart stuttered once in his chest, irritable and jittery.

He felt an abrupt hesitation in the rhythm of Spock's mouth on his, a sudden faltering in the grasp of his fingers.

It was possible, with his ears, that Spock had heard.

Kirk pulled back, sucking at the Vulcan's lower lip, scraping assiduously with his teeth. As he pulled away, his
fingers were plucking at Spock's waistband, diving below it, hungry for the feel of warm flesh. Anxious for a
distraction. Kirk released Spock's lip with a sloppy sound just as his fingers closed around his erection.

Spock gasped, arching into the touch, pushing into the palm of Kirk's hand. Shocked and eager. Attention
successfully...diverted.

Breathing harshly, Kirk freed himself, pressing his erection against Spock's. Feeling the hard, moist length of him and rubbing up against it roughly. A deep, guttural moan slipped past Spock's lips and he jerked his hips forward roughly, his hands clutching Kirk close with iron strength. Pushing into him with a sudden, desperate single mindedness, like a man offered his hearts desire...but only for about five minutes...

Kirk felt a long-fingered hand grasp him just below the curve of his rear end, lifting at the base of his thigh.
Spock took a step forward and turned, pushing him up against the bulkhead. Bringing them closer. Shifting him to fit more snugly.

He rested his forehead on Spock's shoulder, breath muffled on his neck as he strained, groping for friction. Spock's penis was seeping fluid everywhere, slick and fragrant, and Kirk kept sliding off to one side. Spock choked out something, possibly his name, he couldn't tell. It nearly sounded like a sob. Kirk looked up sharply.

Spock almost looked like he was in pain.

Kirk pushed his face up close, hesitating. God, he hadn't thought this through. He wouldn't have done it if he'd
thought it through...

"Spock," he breathed, brushing their cheeks together, lightly. Kirk pressed against him, wanting to comfort but knowing he couldn't. He could feel Spock starting to tense up underneath the stretch of his body.

"That," Spock gasped weakly, "That feels..."

The break in his voice sent a sharp shiver of raw desire down his throat. Spock was almost there. He could hear it.

Kirk slid off to one side again, and with a flare of frustration reached down and grabbed the both of them with one hand, pushing against Spock into his own fist.

Tight...

"Oh," Spock breathed, with rising tension. Jerking into Kirk's fist with an intense, irregular desperation. "Oh-" Sounding excited beyond bearing, Spock suddenly stiffened against him with a strangled sound. It was possibly the best thing he'd ever heard in his life.

He could feel the orgasm in the pulsing of Spock's erection in his hand. In the convulsive clutch of his fingers on Kirk's upper thigh. Spock spurted into his fist, the front of both their pants already wet with his fluid. Kirk's palm was already slick with it. He had a brief, vivid flash of what it would be like to have that in his mouth.

Clear pre-ejaculate dripping down his chin.

With a harsh gasp he came, spilling come onto his own fingers, onto Spock's penis. It clung in pale beads to the
dark hair at the crease of his thigh.

For a moment, they held it there, panting against each other.

Then Kirk pushed away, knowing from the sizzle of energy under his skin he'd pushed the timing a bit too far. As he looked up at Spock he felt the strain in the muscles of his eyes, noticed the unnatural brightness of the room.He looked aside before Spock could see the size of his pupils. Fell back a step, covering himself with one hand.

Spock leaned back against the wall. He looked...frightened.

Kirk realized his unoccupied hand was twitching a little in an abundance of energy and stopped it.

"I have to go." The pure and literal truth. Spock flinched at the impact of the words. Flinched as they struck him, hard, in the face.

"You...I...do not understand." The look on his marvelously impassive face was clear as cut glass. Don't say it. I know what you will say. Don't say it.

Kirk looked at the ground, blinking his altered eyes in the sudden brightness.

"I have to go," he said quietly, adjusting his clothing. "I can't-" He caught himself looking up, up into bleak
brown eyes."I can't stay," he continued, voice calm. Watching his friend start to unravel like weak thread right in front of him.

What had he been thinking? WHAT-

Kirk straightened, took a deep breath, and turned away from him. He thought, as he passed through the door, that he might've heard something. Something from Spock. He didn't stop to check.
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