Title:
"Stargazing, Redux"
Author:Starshadow
Date: November 2005
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Inspired by Farfalla's story, "Stargazing". It's All Her Fault.
I'm Incorrigable, and she incorriged me.
Disclaimer. Kirk, Spock, McCoy and the bridge all owned by Paramount
and Viacom. All copyright to them, except what's mine and
Farfalla's,and there is no money being made off any of this. Just
gratuitous fun.
Beta: Tony Pearson. All mistakes mine, though.
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Captain James T. Kirk sat in his command chair and hoped no one
noticed his erection. Deliberately, he held the clipboard on his
lap,pretending to write, now pausing, now making notations on this
sector they'd been traveling in for the last four days. There wasn't
much to see here. It was a standard milkrun. Tranquil but boring.
Except his husband obviously had other ideas.
Spock was innocently bent over his science station, and appeared to be
in the middle of calculations, adjusting settings, and calibrating
instruments as usual. Except that Kirk knew what he was thinking.He
could practically feel the Vulcan's velvet tongue in his mind, as it
laved imaginary balls. His real ones tightened in response.Kirk drummed
his fingers as if bored, and bent over a tiny bit more.Deliberately, he
breathed in and out, in and out, trying not to see the very naughty
thoughts Spock was sharing with him.
Kirk tried not to whimper. McCoy was making his way around the
bridge,doing his usual morale check. Kirk recrossed his legs and tried
to think of ice and snow. Temporarily, it was working. The stubborn
flesh
was at least lying down for now. He tried to focus on Bones'
chatter,and apparently sounded sufficiently bored that the good doctor
hadn't noticed a thing. With a final arm pat, Bones walked around to
Spock's station.
Damn the Vulcan. Just when he thought he could relax, an image came to
him of caresses and touches, and ...cream. Inwardly, Jim groaned, and
crossed his legs again. Spock seemed oblivious. He was not. Jim could
practically feel the touches that went on only in the minds of the two.
He heard McCoy ask Spock something, and heard the sardonic answer, "Studying globular clusters." That did it.
Jim's mind went nova and he was sure he'd made some kind of moan.
But when he could think again, the only sounds were the normal ship
based ones, and McCoy's footsteps as he retreated to the turbolift,
and presumably, to sickbay. No one looking, no one noticing. Even
Spock still had his back turned as if all was normal.
Jim hoped like hell he didn't leave a wet spot when his shift was over.
