A Small Space in Time

"Spock," Kirk said warmly. Spock made a very faint noise in the back of his throat. In the dark, Kirk curled his lips in a predatory little smile. People who didn't know him had described it as charming, even sweet. Anyone who'd ever managed to get close to him recognized it for the dangerous tool it was. He was not admiring the curve of a shapely leg-he was looking for the hamstring. The fact that he could enjoy himself while doing business had left women heartsick all over the quadrant, and Spock knew it. He knew the tone of voice, knew that look. Spock's eyes followed him as he curled up to the taller man, fingers roaming.

He leaned his head, very close, and breathed on Spock's ear. Spock shivered.

Highly unlikely, Spock had said. Kirk knew Spock at least as well as Spock knew him. Highly unlikely. Meaning slightly likely.

"You can see me, can't you," he said in that voice. He'd gotten women to betray their whole way of life, with that voice.

Spock's eyes widened a fraction, shot sideways to look at him. Yes, he was looking.

"Yes, " he breathed, disturbed. Kirk smiled, and made sure it was a smile worthy of disturbing a Vulcan. Casually, he unfastened Spock pants, slipped his hand inside. Spock's face went slack and he lifted his hips a little, pushing himself into Kirk's palm. He was hard and wet and pleasing to the touch.

"And why," he asked softly, tasting the delicate skin of his neck, "is that?" Another small inarticulate sound. Kirk curled his fingers around him, squeezed gently. "Spock?" He prompted.

"Possibly...we..." a soft gasp raced goosebumps down Kirk's spine, "may have become...mentally attuned...our, our-" his hands tightened on Kirk's shoulders,"-our brain patterns...oh..." Kirk kissed him, lightly.

"I don't know..." he murmured.

Hell. He really DIDN'T know, and Kirk felt a little twinge of guilt for giving him a hard time. He kissed him firmly then, a real kiss, to make it up to him. Spock gave way against him, lips parting. His body went very still, as if everything he was had focused in on a single sensation. Utterly rapt. Softly, Spock groaned into his mouth.

Kirk drank the sounds. He drank them right down.

He fit himself against the taller man tightly and ground their hips together. Spock stiffened, his fingers tightening on Kirk's arms, his breath coming hard and fast. Kirk freed one of his hands from around the taller man, fumbled at the front of his own pants. This was going to be awkward in the tight space, but any thought of that flashed away as he lifted himself free, lifted Spock free, pressed against him for the first time. The sweetness of Spock's single, helpless moan was so sharp he could taste it like a piece of candy in his mouth.

Kirk paused for a moment to get his breath. To listen, before he was too caught up to care anymore if they were caught. Only his breath, and Spock's. Harsh in the silence.

Carefully, testing, Kirk pressed in tight, digging into the slight groove of his hip. Felt Spock, the texture of him different, wetter, doing the same to him.

"Ah," he sighed, as Spock's arms went around him. The muscles were taut, like steel bands at his back.

He thrust again, setting up a rhythm that felt a bit like falling off a cliff. He wasn't going to last long. Not with Spock pushing back and making soft little gasping sounds...Kirk paused, pulled back, panting for air like he'd just come up from a long dive.

"Jim," Spock gasped with an anxious twist to his voice that nearly sent his captain right over the edge. Spock leaned up against him, arms tightening imploringly. "I have wanted," Spock buried his face in Kirk's shoulder, but Jim still heard him, faintly. "So long..."

The quiet surrender in that voice was like a drop of cold water down his spine. He shivered as his heart tightened in his chest. With a desperate, impatient little moan, Kirk reached for him, curling his fingers to cup his balls, lifting them up, out of the way. He slid himself into the tight, warm space, the skin was so soft...

He lifted a hand to Spock's erection. It was very wet. Almost a wetter-than water-kind of feel to it. A pebbly texture over the head that he took a moment to explore, playing a fingertip over the small opening, rubbing a thumb down the underside before getting a firm grip at the base. Starting to pump in earnest. Thinking himself momentarily out of the woods, he thrust firmly between Spock's thighs. His breath faltered.

Not long, damn it all...then he was pushing himself into his friend with the urgency of a dying man, a familiar, wonderful tension coiling up inside him. Spock's penis was twitching in his hand, and Spock moaned softly, little 'oh' sounds that were killing him, driving him mad. Driving little spikes of pleasure up into his abdomen.

For a moment Spock seemed to almost brighten, looming clearer and more defined than anything he'd ever seen in his life. Spock was close, Kirk realized. His proper first officer...

"Oh," squeezed out like Spock couldn't help it, couldn't help himself. He turned his head to the side, lashes dark on his cheek, almost as if the sound had been wrung from him...

Close, Kirk thought with a shiver of real delight. Then Spock stiffened under him, shuddering and gasping and flooding Kirk's hand with a hot rush of fluid.

Kirk didn't pause, didn't falter, couldn't have stopped if the planet had suddenly flipped its axis. He thrust into him once, and once again, and then he was pouring himself out, coming hard enough he thought he might be losing vital body functions. He shuddered to a halt with a final, thoroughly satisfied twitch of his hips.

Jim panted for a moment, leaning on his hands, then brought the sticky one to his mouth for a thoughtful lick.

Spock was watching, and caught his breath. Kirk smiled at him. A gentle, boyish, pleased smile few ever saw. Then he leaned forward and turned around to get his legs out of the impossible position he'd jammed them in.

At which point, someone started to beam them up.

For a frozen half second he looked directly into Spock's eyes, already shot with sparkles, and mental attunment or not Spock was following his thoughts perfectly.

SHIT.

Transportation, contrary to popular belief, was not instantanious. There was a normal window of perhaps five seconds between start of transport and actual molecular fragmentation. Longer for a difficult transport, through an atmosphere, or interference in the carrier wave. Maybe ten.

This went through his head almost instantly, giving him a clear choice. Time to collect himself, or time enough to straighten his first officer. Maybe a second of deliberation. Then he was grabbing at the front of Spock's pants, telling himself he'd get over the embarrasment.

A moment, a breath of time, and he was stumbling, getting his footing on the transporter platform, his legs complaining after being cramped up too long.

Scotty was at the panel, looking proud of himself.

I'll kill him, Kirk thought calmly, and waited for the explosion. It never came. Scotty just kept on looking pleased.

"Welcome aboard, sirs," he said jauntily. Confused, Kirk glanced down at himself. At his neatly fastened pants and slightly rumpled shirt. He glanced over at Spock with a flash of intuition and Spock gave him a marvelously bland look in return, his hair askew. He'd been rather distracted, and while he'd put Spock in order, Spock had...

He had to remember to stop underestimating that man. Spock put up an eyebrow and Kirk had to stop looking at him or he'd start laughing.

"Scotty, remind me to raise your pay," he said instead, smothering a smile. Scotty's good cheer wilted a little.

"Not just yet, sir. I was only able to get a lock on the two of you."

"Yes, I know," Kirk said quietly. Scotty looked at his face and his eyes turned sympathetic.

"Ach, poor lad," Scotty said softly.

"Yes...Report, Mr. Scott."

"We've had contact with the Liberation Party, Captain." He bounced on his toes, a little. "About Mr. Spock's...about his ransom, sir."

Kirk raised his eyebrows high. "Do you have contact?" He asked, moving towards the door.

"Aye," Scott replied.

Kirk smiled a tight, humorless smile. "Well, then, I'd hate to keep your kidnappers waiting too long...Shall we, Mr. Spock?"

Spock inclined his head, and followed. His shoulder brushed against him, in the hall, and Kirk looked up at him briefly, letting the sleeves of their uniforms touch. He caught the briefest curve of Spock's lips as they entered the turbolift, headed on to more misadventures...