Command Seminar

by Kaki

Command Seminar (TOS, K/S, NC-17) (technically this story is pre-TOS)

Title: Command Seminar

Author: Kaki

Series: TOS or technically pre-TOS

Pairing: K/S

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, but have borrowed them for personal enjoyment.

Summary: Kirk and Spock meet at a required training course. Will they learn what Starfleet expects them to learn?

Warning: This short story includes m/m intimacy and should not be read by people who are underage or who object to that content.

Warning 2: This was the second story I wrote IIRC. I may have improved since this was written, or not.

Note: This story was published a good while back in Beyond Dreams (1) by Jenna and Dusky. I'd like to thank them for publishing my only (so far) zine story and for never ever asking me not to post this on-line. Some of the editing of the story was theirs, although this is not exactly the version that appeared in print. Other help was received from my betas; sadly, I can't remember for sure who they were, although I know Judith was essential. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me back then (and since then).

Note 2: ** indicate thoughts.

Command Seminar

by Kaki (~3/98)

James T. Kirk, soon-to-be Captain of the USS Enterprise, ran down the hallway. Luckily the hallways of Space Station L-3 were almost deserted. As he ran he fumed, *First they send me to this nutty 'special command training' course, when I ought to be on board my new ship, getting to know her, then they call first thing in the morning to give me the updated crew roster, as if changes in the hydroponics lab personnel required face-to-face discussion. So now I'm late. Finally, I'm _Captain_ Kirk and I'm late for my first meeting.*

He quietly opened the auditorium door, located his assigned seat in the dimly lit room, excused himself to the Vulcan in the end seat, climbed over him and sat down. *How can he be that intent on the podium?* he thought, as he took in the Vulcan's erect posture and straight-to-the-front-of- the-room gaze. As this thought occurred, he realized that the class had begun during the moment when he'd contemplated the Vulcan.

"...so please turn to the officer nearest you and introduce yourself to your lunch companion for today. If you are already acquainted and others from your new command team are present, please pair up with one of them you do not know well," came the instructions from the front of the room, "Remember that in this class we are all command officers, but rank doesn't matter. The idea is to get to know some of the officers that will serve with you in the near future and to share ideas about command style and expectations."

Kirk turned to the Vulcan next to him and recognized him as Spock, science officer of his new command. "Mr. Spock, I'm Jim Kirk."

"Captain. I am looking forward to serving under you," Spock replied with typical Vulcan calmness.

"It looks like we have the chance to get to know each other before I'm officially your captain."

"Yes, sir."

"Please don't 'sir' me here. You heard what our leader said. By the way, what is her name? I missed the introductions."

"Commander Cook was speaking as you came in. She has taken the place of Admiral Reese due to the Admiral's illness. To her left is Captain Itri, who will lead the physical training sessions. Lt. Commander Jacobs, on Commander Cook's right, will lead the discussion on command style."

"Thank you, Mr. Spock."

At this point, Commander Cook called for attention and gave an overview for the three-day course. She explained that the purpose was to form a new command team by sharing ideas on command, exploring some concepts in leading crews that weren't taught in the Academy, and practicing dealing with various cultures as the command staff of a star ship. "This morning's course is on coordinating crew briefings. For now, you will remain in this room. Then you have an hour for lunch with your assigned partner. Remember, the purpose is to get to know this officer and to share your ideas. This is the major theme of this seminar - to learn about other command personnel, and the similarities and differences between you.

"Each of you has assigned classes for the rest of the 3 days. Pick up your schedule on the way to lunch. Please note that each evening we have a practice cultural encounter. This class will be expected to behave as a command team being entertained by a planet's hierarchy. Each evening will represent a different type of culture with the non-command participants played by some of the station's civilians and crew. Tonight the culture is similar to Earth norms and the evening will include dinner and entertainment. The people you will be visiting are called the Githra. Lt. Nord, you will be the honorary captain of the crew as of 1900.

"During the debriefing at the end of the seminar, we will discuss the unusual circumstances that occur during these simulations. Your solutions and possible alternatives will be presented as you and the group as a whole see fit. Each situation that has been planned contains elements of recent encounters with new cultures. None of the situations has one specific correct answer, although some responses will be more appropriate than others. We hope you enjoy yourselves and learn something while you are here."

**************

"Whew, I'm glad we have this break. Where would you like to go for lunch? We have an hour before the 'Coordinating Input During Red Alert' seminar. We've got 'Combat Practice Techniques' at 1500; so I'll need to light."

"I concur. There is a quiet restaurant, convenient for conversation, one corridor over and about a five minute walk. It serves a variety of salads and soups."

"Sounds good. Lead the way."

The two men had a pleasant lunch, with Kirk out-going, as always, and Spock making a good attempt as their instructions were to get to know each other. Finally the conversation turned to the Enterprise and her missions, and Spock found his niche telling Kirk details of old missions, mostly scientific, and describing the ship herself. Kirk enjoyed the opportunity to learn about his new ship, but, more, he enjoyed the company of his enigmatic, soon-to-be science officer, who was so at home with the hardware details and the scientific discoveries and did not even mention the personnel except when asked. *I'll have to take the time to teach him a bit about Humans.*

The first seminar of the afternoon presented an array of ideas for coping with multiple inputs in a crisis and for streamlining information to be fed to the captain. Kirk and Spock remained seated next to each other. Kirk took the occasional note, while Spock listened carefully, hands steepled before him, affording Kirk the opportunity to study the pale green skin and long sculptured hands of the Vulcan. Eventually the seminar ended and the participants dispersed to their next classes.

**************

For the combat preparations course, Kirk changed into a tank top and shorts, but noted that the Vulcan chose a long- sleeve shirt and sweat pants. He wondered if it was for warmth or to avoid skin contact. Then he wondered how it would feel to touch the Vulcan. Captain Itri called the class to order before his thoughts went on any further. Then class began.

"Kirk, Singh. Forward." The two faced each other. "Now, use any fair fighting method and floor your opponent. Begin." Kirk assumed a strong stance, assessed his opponent, and launched himself at Singh. He quickly found himself staring at the ceiling. Then Singh offered him a hand and pulled him up.

"Mr. Singh, assume you are Mr. Kirk's First Officer. What does this exercise tell you?" Captain Itri questioned.

"That I need to get my captain to work out more often?"

"Exactly. You obviously have a skill he doesn't. So how do you go about telling him?" And so the class went. Eventually Kirk found himself paired with Spock who quickly took him down, pinning him thoroughly.

"Good work, Mr. Spock. Once more. This time, Mr. Kirk, try a different approach."

Kirk did, with the same results.

"Mr. Spock, keep him pinned. Kirk, can you get free?"

Kirk thought for a moment, then struggled to push the Vulcan off of him while fighting his awareness that Spock was warm and strong, his muscles corded and fluid, his scent alien and exotic. Then inspiration struck, Kirk relaxed, lay back on the mat, smiled, and said, "Help me up, Spock."

Spock did so, quickly.

"Sir," Kirk addressed the teacher, a touch of triumph in his voice, "I am free." Kirk noticed Spock's thorough appraisal, a look hinting at bemusement, embarrassment, and a lesson learned, all without any change in facial expression.

"Class, let this be a lesson to you. Sometimes using your brain works better than your brawn. Class dismissed. You have one hour until the Githra reception in Room I-83.

Kirk headed out quickly and went to his assigned cabin. He took a thorough shower, then checked for messages on the computer.

He also searched the databanks for information on 'The Githra.' The screen displayed:

The Githra, a fictional people of the planet Ordan, created for tonight's command simulation.

The Githra are humanoid, resembling Earth Humans, but are moderately empathic.

Their social structure is somewhat similar to Earth's.

All food and drink are safe for all races represented in this session's course.

During a formal evening, a meal is served and entertainment, usually dancers, will be provided.

Dancing for the guests will follow with participation expected.

Uniforms are acceptable attire, but outfits of the sort normally worn for semi-dressy occasions on L-3 are preferred.

In addition, the Githra believe that everyone should be paired for social occasions.

Guests not attending as part of a couple should expect to be seated with a native as companion.

/End file.

Kirk wondered what kind of companion he would end up with, hoping for someone intelligent. He called up fashion data for L-3 and determined that he had an acceptable outfit.

As he dressed he stopped to look up the planet Ordan in the computer. He was glad he had when he read, "the Githra are one of two major cultural groups on Ordan, the other being the Jortn. Where the Jortn follow manners typical of Starfleet, the Githra consider placing napkins in the lap during dinner to be a statement that one has not yet attained adult status. Such beings are served only small portions of food, although they may request additional servings, and are expected to retire before the dancing occurs. It is also considered inappropriate for any adult of the opposite gender to speak to them."

*I'll be sure to remember that one,* thought Kirk as he realized the implications. *Someone is trying to trick us. OK, Jim, not trick us, they wouldn't do that. It's called teaching a lesson, but they sure had fun putting this class together. I wonder what they'll come up with next.* Noticing the time, he headed to the appointed room.

When he arrived he found that the Starfleet officers were waiting in an anteroom before being called to dinner. The room was buzzing as several officers, led by Lt. Nord, briefed their comrades on the napkin standards. Then the Githra announced that the meal was ready and the officers turned toward the banquet hall. Kirk entered the room with the queue, somewhat after Mr. Spock, so he was surprised to see the Vulcan still standing near the doorway. The line inched forward, as the officers were met by 'Githra' companions and led to seats at the banquet tables, moving Kirk closer to Spock.

"Ahh, now I may seat you," the Githra standing with Spock announced and headed into the room. Spock nodded to Kirk, then turned to follow. The Githra looked momentarily confused, then gestured to Kirk to join them. Kirk and Spock were seated together as a loud gong sounded, heralding the entrance of servers carrying large platters of food.

As the Githra were continuing their conversations, Kirk turned to Spock with a questioning look. "Do you have any idea why we were paired?" He looked around the room and noted that, although most of the officers were seated with natives, several others had been paired together, although not necessarily by command team, "I guess it was just luck of the draw," he supplied one possible answer.

"I do not know, sir," the Vulcan replied evenly.

Kirk grimaced inwardly as he realized how what he had said could be interpreted, "Sorry Spock, I didn't mean to disparage your company. I have enjoyed that. I'm just curious about the set up."

"I assumed nothing else."

One lone lieutenant ran into the room at this point, settled into a chair and promptly put her napkin in her lap. "Oh no," said Kirk, "We'll have to remember not to speak to her, but some one of the women will have to make sure she leaves early."

"Yes, Captain. I believe this may be one of our lessons for the evening. Although whether the point is that each of us should have thoroughly prepared, that she shouldn't have been late, or.."

Kirk interrupted, "or that our Captain should have briefed us all ahead. I hope this never happens to me in real life. And, please, call me Jim. I'm not your captain yet, and I prefer to be called Jim socially."

"Yes, sir," Spock replied. Kirk grimaced at him over the 'sir,' but decided not to push the issue.

The servers passed by with many dishes. Each man helped himself and enjoyed the meal. Kirk had to carefully keep his eyes off of the poor lieutenant who kept being served minuscule bites of the various dishes. Luckily this worked out well with the sheepish woman heading off to bed after a meager dinner during which none of the men would return her conversational queries, but no hurt feelings evident on the part of the hosts.

Then the dancers came out. Servers brought out aperitifs and finger pastries for the diners, while graceful natives, clad in silken scarves, frolicked in time to the music. One tune ended and another began. Kirk turned to Spock and found him enthralled with the music. "Spock, I see you enjoy music."

"I do. I find many types conducive to meditation, while others give insight into the cultures. For example, the whimsical nature of the first piece and of the dancing indicates a people who like to play and, thus, are unlikely to be logical. This melody with the stronger basic rhythm could indicate an interest in public sensuality. In fact, the gyrations of the dancers confirm this to a 98.7% probability."

Kirk laughed, "A specific probability for that, Spock? You have already calculated odds and I hadn't even noticed the change in dance steps. Do you do that often?"

"Affirmative. I calculate probabilities when I have sufficient data and a conclusion is warranted."

Kirk drew his attention away from the Vulcan and toward the dancers. The style had definitely become sensual, if not erotic, and he found himself reconsidering what being paired for dinner might mean to a culture such as this. It also put a rather different spin on the often-repeated orders of the day to get to know your other officers. He was definitely certain that whoever planned this had some lesson in mind, he just wasn't sure which one.

He continued to watch the dancers through several additional selections and found his mind turning to some sensual thoughts of his own. He drifted off thinking about sultry music and gyrating bodies. Spock's "Jim" startled him for a moment until he realized the dancers were bowing and the diners clapping. He joined in.

Soon Kirk found himself in the middle of a large dance floor, whirling a 'native' woman around in traditional waltz steps. He was enjoying himself immensely when he noticed Spock speaking to a woman who gestured to the floor. Apparently Spock managed to demure with diplomacy as he spent the next half an hour engaged in conversation with the woman. Kirk changed dance partners often, but his eyes kept straying back to the Vulcan, his mind wondering what would happen if he, Kirk, had asked him, Spock, to dance. *Would he turn me down, too?*

Later, Kirk felt Spock's gaze on him as he danced. He turned quickly, whirling his current partner in time to the music, and caught an intense stare directed at him. He felt his blood rising as a blush spread over him. *_That_ man sure can concentrate. It feels like he's touching my skin.* Kirk shivered. He lost visual contact as he moved past, but watched the Vulcan watching him until his head turned too far. On the next pass, the gaze, no longer heated, was directed to the Githra next to him as they conversed.

Eventually, Kirk's dance partner begged off another round due to fatigue. "Besides you should return to your partner. The dancing will end soon and you should be paired with him." Kirk caught the twinkle in the young woman's eye, but otherwise she stayed in character as she drew him toward Spock.

Spock's conversational partner stepped aside as Kirk approached. She exchanged a glance with the woman at Kirk's side. "Yes, you are right," she addressed the other woman. Then, to Kirk and Spock, "It is late, you must spend some time together. It is clear that you have that need. Please dance."

Kirk objected, "Mr. Spock does not enjoy dancing."

"Only with others, surely. He appreciates good music. I watched him earlier when the dancers were performing. He had the look of one lost in the music," she addressed Kirk, then turned to Spock, "Is this not so?"

"Yes, I enjoy music, but I do not normally dance."

"But you would enjoy moving with this rhythm, and you would enjoy the feel of his arms. He is an accomplished dance partner."

"I do not deny. . ."

"Then, let it be so," the Githra woman smiled at both and nudged Kirk toward Spock.

Kirk, seeing no diplomatic way out of the situation, leaned in toward Spock, "Come on, I won't bite."

Spock raised his eyebrow at Kirk, "Biting would be illogical. . . for dancing."

Kirk, in turn, gave Spock a quizzical look, and started to take Spock's hand to lead him to the dance floor only to find Spock's arm across his shoulder before their hands met. Spock led him to the floor, slid his arm lower and prepared to lead him into the fray.

At this moment, the music stopped and the musicians bowed to the crowd as they began to put their instruments away.

For a moment Kirk remained wrapped in the Vulcan's arm, enjoying the heat of the splayed fingers and palm against his back, wishing that the music had continued. Then Spock backed up a step and led Kirk back to the table, not removing his arm. Kirk looked up at him, questioning.

"We are supposed to be a couple," Spock answered the unvoiced question, "According to my studies, this is the usual way for a couple to leave a dance floor."

*If he weren't Vulcan, I'd say he was flirting with me. So warm.* And Kirk leaned into the casual embrace, just close enough for Spock to feel the relaxing, not close enough to be publicly suggestive.

As the musicians set aside their instruments and the room became quiet, the Githra host for the evening called the festivities to a close, "...and to all our Starfleet guests, we have enjoyed your company. We look forward to many more cultural exchanges. Please continue to enjoy your evenings after you leave our banquet. In keeping with the spirit of the evening, the attendants have prepared your rooms. Please enjoy them as a token of our pleasure in meeting you. Each pair will receive its room assignment and code from the attendant as you leave."

"What the ...?" Kirk muttered, then realized that captains do not mutter at their hosts. *But what on Ordan was going on?*

"Jim, it is time to leave." Spock led Kirk toward the door, where he was handed a coded room card. "Room R-235. Shall we go?"

Kirk put on a good face and agreed, "To the left at the end of this hall, I believe. Thank you." The last was addressed to the attendant.

"Spock, what is going on? Did you hear anything today to warn you about this?"

"Only the get-to-know-each-other instructions, Jim," the Vulcan answered calmly.

"Huh? Do you think it applies to this?" Kirk gave the Vulcan a very puzzled look, then a bemused one. *Why is he taking this in stride? Ok, Jim, you can play along, too.*

Soon they reached their appointed room, entered the code and watched the door open. Both were halted momentarily by the sight that met their eyes. Muted lights shown over wall sconces, a single large bed stood in the middle of the room, covered by silky sheets, already turned down. Flowers graced several bowls around the edges of the room. Soft music similar to that from the banquet played.

Spock moved forward, his presence carrying Kirk with him. The door closed behind them. Kirk took in a shaky breath as his lungs remembered their need for air. A scent reminiscent of jasmine and lemons greeted him, very understated, but definitely meant to be noticed. He turned to Spock to find the Vulcan looking back at him.

"What do you make of this?" he questioned as he realized that all of the buildup of the day had had the apparently desired effect on him. The pleasant conversation over lunch, the body contact in the afternoon, the sensual entertainment after dinner, the perusal of the steepled Vulcan hands earlier in the day. All of these combined in this setting to make him very aware of the man in front of him. His nerve endings had begun to crave touch. And his brain quickly attempted to subdue that impulse, hoping the Vulcan would find a rational explanation.

Spock looked into Kirk's eyes, then away. "I do not believe that Starfleet necessarily expects us to sexually accommodate each other." Kirk looked shocked at the phrase, but hid it quickly. Spock continued, "However, the setting has been produced to make us examine our options as if we, as part of a command team were in this situation."

"We could just leave this room and return to our individual quarters."

"Alternatively, we could turn off the music, shower, sleep, and express appreciation to our hosts in the morning. I assume the Starfleet Officers paired with the Githra are expected to turn down any advances." Spock paused slightly, then continued, "I do find it fascinating that the organizers have managed to produce this state of disquiet between us."

"Disquiet. Is that what this is?" Kirk responded, while trying to imagine sharing that bed with this Vulcan and managing to will his body to only sleep.

"There may be some other Human phrase, but you do seem to be confused as to how to proceed. And I confess to a similar mental state."

"Look over there, Spock!" Kirk exclaimed as he noticed his suitcase near the bed and his robe laid out over a chair. "That's my stuff. Someone has moved it here. Is that your bag over there?" He indicated the second suitcase with a gesture. Spock nodded agreement.

"I think we are meant to stay here," Kirk hypothesized. He walked to the computer console and keyed in a request for room assignment for Kirk, James T. The list showed only R-235. He got the same results for Spock. "It appears that our original rooms are no longer ours. Someone has been very thorough."

"Then we should approach this logically and do as ordered. Spending the night together should certainly let us gain insight into each other's character."

"Yes, it should," Kirk said slowly, not sure how to take what Spock was saying, even as his body tried to give him an answer. "I'm pretty tired, Spock, and we do have a long day ahead and. . .." Kirk attempted to distract himself and fill the conversational void.

"Jim, you look concerned," Spock commented on Kirk's apparently unconcealed facial expression, "Do not be. I will not make any sexual overtures unless you agree."

"Unless. . .." Kirk was definitely confused, but intrigued. *Does he mean he will if I agree? I hope he does. He would feel good,* he thought in the pause, *But he will be my under my command. . .. Not quite right - - he'll be part of my command team, my science officer, not a newly assigned ensign. Thankfully.*

"It is growing late. If you do not wish that we learn of each other in the obvious fashion, I suggest we attempt to sleep," Spock's stoic facade remained in place and Kirk could not read anything behind the mask. Kirk hoped that as time passed this would improve, but for now he followed his instincts, and his hormones.

"Spock, wait. What do mean? Do you want to become intimate with me?" he asked, trying not to be offensive and fearing he sounded naive.

"It would be beneficial to me. I expect that I would learn much about you from the experience."

"I'm sure we'd both learn a lot about Humans and Vulcans, respectively, and each other specifically. But it is hardly a scientific activity for me, Spock."

"Indeed not. I did not intend to suggest that. However, a certain sexual tension has developed between us. Surely you have felt it? I postulate that much of this tension could be eased quite simply through mutual exploration and release."

Again Kirk tried to hide his surprise. *What should I do? It would feel good. He is certainly willing. And it surely would calm my hormones down a bit,* he thought optimistically, then smiled, "I agree."

Spock stepped toward Kirk and touched his fingers gently to one of Kirk's cheeks. Kirk shivered in response. He reached out one hand, ran his fingertips over the Vulcan's cheek, then slid his hand behind Spock's head feeling the silkiness of the hair after the roughness of the beard-shadowed cheek.

In response, Spock tilted his head down. Kirk stepped forward and pulled the head closer. Their lips finally met in a brief, tentative, kiss. Kirk wrapped his arms loosely around the Vulcan's shoulders. Spock's arms circled Kirk's waist. Kirk looked up at Spock's face and asked, "If I had asked you to dance, what would you have said?"

"I would have said no."

"No?" Kirk felt a small stab of disappointment.

"Jim, I had turned down the Githra woman on the basis of cultural norms. I could not contradict myself by agreeing to dance with you."

"What if she hadn't asked you first?"

"Given that we were acting as a couple, I would have accepted, although, I do not normally dance," Spock answered, "Would you care to dance now? The music is appropriate."

Kirk listened for a moment, then nodded. The piece was a sultry one, with a throbbing bass line. Spock took one of Kirk's hands in his and led him gracefully across the floor. At least gracefully, until Kirk tripped. Spock caught him, and stopped moving, "Jim?"

"I'm OK. I've just never followed before."

"Would you prefer to lead?"

"No, think of it as one of those things we can learn from each other. I can get the hang of it, I'm sure."

"Just relax into me."

Kirk did so and the couple glided across the floor. Kirk found he enjoyed relaxing and letting his partner lead. Too soon the music ended to be replaced by a slower piece. Spock slowed down, swayed to the music, and held Kirk in both arms.

"You dance well, Spock. I didn't know Vulcans could do that."

"Music has always appealed to me. It is mathematical in nature, as well as aesthetically pleasing. In addition, Vulcan children are taught the equivalent of gymnastics and traditional Human defensive arts, similar to karate, at an early age, so that I am well coordinated. The two are easy to combine."

Kirk smiled. "Another lesson learned?"

"Perhaps."

"And what are you learning?" Kirk flirted.

"That Humans feel cool to the touch initially, but warm when held. That your lips are soft," Spock replied, his face serious. As he spoke he pulled Kirk closer and tilted his own head down. When he finished speaking he kissed Kirk again, softly at first, then harder. His tongue slid along Kirk's lower lip, seeking permission to move further. Kirk tightened his arms around the Vulcan and opened his mouth, gasping at the heat of the welcome invader.

Spock was warm in his arms, against his body, and in his mouth. He responded instinctively, meeting the probing tongue with his own, tasting Spock, savoring the intimacy of the moment. His hips thrust toward Spock's; the Vulcan's arms pulled him even closer; the hot hands stroking, rubbing, then holding his buttocks. Kirk felt the hardness of the other man's hipbones against his abdomen surrounding the even more welcome heat emanating from him.

He shifted trying to move closer and found his own hardness rubbing against the Vulcan's rising shaft. Kirk's hips pivoted, his body seeking friction and heat. He rubbed himself against Spock and soon he was moaning into the hot mouth. His fingers laced together behind Spock's head, holding him close. His tongue met and stroked, then pushed and entered, taunting and tasting. In his turn Spock groaned into the Human.

Soon Kirk's knees became weak as his excitement grew and he leaned heavily against Spock. The Vulcan caught him in his arms, lifted him and deposited him on the bed.

Kirk looked up to see Spock standing next to the bed, his face flushed green, his eyes bright, hair mussed, his shaft seeming too confined by the casual slacks. He took all this in in an instant as he realized the Vulcan was waiting. "Spock?"

"Are you certain?"

"Yes, very," Kirk answered in a moan, "and you?" He started to sit up, realizing that this act must truly be acceptable to both of them, not merely some game played by the Starfleet Training Corp.

Spock bent over him, preventing him from rising further. "Jim, I do wish it." Then Spock pulled Kirk's shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Kirk grabbed for Spock, caught the hem of his tunic and stripped him of it. Kirk kicked off his shoes, heard Spock's hit the floor in turn.

Spock's hands at his waist surprised him, so warm against bare skin, but he recovered quickly, raising his hips to help the Vulcan strip him completely. Spock tossed the clothing aside and covered Kirk with his partially clad body, pressing him against the silky fabric. Spock centered himself above Kirk and kissed him deeply while rubbing his chest over Kirk's. Soft, lightly abrasive hair swept across Kirk's bare nipples as cotton-covered hardness pressed into his groin.

Kirk broke the kiss. "Let me look at you," he requested, wanting to see his partially naked lover who had undressed so quickly, "You are incredible." Kirk sighed as he took in the muscular arms, bare pale-green flesh, dark whorls of chest hair held above him by two strong arms. "Thank you, Spock." He reached out to stroke Spock's neck and shoulder, then back and hips. In the muted light from the wall sconces, Spock seemed to glow. It was too much to absorb at once, so he closed his eyes and pulled Spock back to him, merging their mouths again.

Soon their bodies began to move together, hips thrusting in cadence, hands stroking bare skin, mouths together or tasting salty flesh. With neither willing to separate, Kirk could not caress Spock's chest with his hands, so he stroked the flexing muscles of his back instead, eventually reaching lower, encountering the remaining clothing. "Spock, lift up."

"This time I will not be tricked into letting you up prematurely," Spock replied, reminding him of the earlier trick and refusing the request.

"This time I don't want to be released, I want to stay under you, just let me free you," Kirk murmured, his voice husky, as he tugged at Spock's waistband, then slipped his hand inside. But the tight waistband didn't allow him free access.

Finally, Spock lifted enough for Kirk to remove his pants and briefs. Before Spock could reposition himself, Kirk slipped one hand between them and grasped the Vulcan's hardened flesh. Spock gasped. Kirk grinned, "Like that?"

"Yes," Spock admitted, "Please, continue."

Kirk stroked Spock, slowly upward, then down, exploring the heated flesh, feeling the solidity of the long shaft, the swell of the head, and moisture at the tip. "I guess we do have some things in common. Tell me what feels good."

"We have more similarities than differences. Jim, each touch feels good," Spock flexed against Kirk's hand, "Too soon you will have proof."

Spock thrust forward, "Please."

"Please?"

"I wish to give you pleasure, too. What do you wish?"

"I wish to be closer to you. Now."

"Yes," Spock considered, then repositioned himself beside Kirk, mouth to hip.

Kirk rolled to his side, then inched closer, wrapped his arm around the Vulcan's hip and examined the view. In the dim lighting and shadows cast by their bodies, only major details were clear. He saw the erection jutting toward him, the contrast of its darker color against Spock's paler abdomen and thighs. Apparently Spock was performing the same review as the only contact he felt was a single warm hand resting on his outer thigh.

Then he felt those warm fingers spread across his skin, the hand wrapping around his thigh, positioning him closer. A warm, wet tongue touched the head of his shaft and withdrew. Kirk moaned, his shaft pulsed and the warm touch returned. He fought down his instinct to thrust forward. *Patience! Relax. Enjoy this part!* He consciously drew his attention away from the extreme distraction at his groin and pulled the Vulcan toward him.

His hand on the other's hip held him steady, his other hand grasped the hard shaft, rubbed it against his lips. His mouth opened and sucked in the swollen head. He licked the gathered moisture, savored the salty, alien fluid. He breathed in deeply; hot sexual musk excited him. His lips pressed down further over a flared ridge, then a second. *Two ridges?* He backed off, used his fingers to trace the ridges, curious about the differences between the species.

As Spock's erection pulsed and low groans issued from Spock's mouth, vibrating exotically around the Human's shaft, Kirk noted the similarities in their responses to this stimulus, *Just as sensitive as mine.* And his tongue followed his fingers. Soon his hand was no longer needed to hold the hot, hardness to his lips. He slid it down the column to cup and massaged the warm, fuzzy balls, *These feel like mine, only hotter.* As his hand moved, his mouth worked over the shaft, engulfing it.

And, as his mouth and hand learned Spock and pleasured him, Spock was doing the same for him. Kirk's attention was drawn to these motions even as he sought to focus on the arousing task his mouth pursued.

His shaft was engulfed completely, a warm swirling over the surface, suction providing further stimulation. Fingers stroked his buttocks and inner thighs from behind, teasing his sac gently. He thrust toward the warmth, setting both bodies in motion. Mouths sucked and pulled back, tongues slid over sensitive ridges, hands squeezed and stroked.

The Vulcan began to thrust in short quick strokes, his moans became cries of passion. Kirk prepared himself for the expected climax, squeezed the warm balls harder and was surprised when Spock tensed and withdrew from his mouth.

Kirk began to protest, "No, Spock," when the Vulcan shifted his body above the Human's, straddling his head and again thrust between his lips, longer, more powerful strokes with the better mobility.

Throughout the shift, Spock's mouth held onto Kirk. Now he wrapped his arms one to each side of Kirk's hips, hands underneath him, lifting him to allow better access. He took the rest of the Human's throbbing flesh deeper into his mouth, then deployed his head faster. The aching shaft moved in and out in time to the thrusting hips.

Kirk clutched Spock's hips and gave himself over to the pleasure, releasing his hot semen into his lover's mouth and triggering a climax for Spock. The Vulcan's hot, male fluid filled Kirk's mouth as he swallowed reflexively. Languor swept over his body as he lay beneath the heavy weight of the other.

"Spock," murmured Kirk, in thanks. The Vulcan turned on the bed, Kirk opened his arms and held the warm, silky head against his shoulder as he drifted into sleep.

*********

In the morning, Kirk woke to find Spock leaning over him. He pulled his head down and kissed him thoroughly. Spock warmly participated, but broke the kiss when Kirk began to mold their bodies together. "Jim, we must be in class soon."

"All right. It doesn't seem like it should be morning already; I slept so soundly. Thank you, Spock."

"And you, Jim." Spock started to sit up.

"You get the shower first, if you want it."

"Agreed."

Both men showered and dressed in clean uniforms, then packed their bags, not knowing where their belongings might end up next. Each checked his schedule for the day, finding that they would meet again that evening. Kirk made the verbal comment on that fact, "And to think, tonight's cultural entertainment is based on the Vulcan - an evening of chess. Somehow, I think the organizers didn't realize what fun Vulcans can have. Please brief me if there are any pitfalls like the napkins yesterday."

Kirk grinned at the Vulcan's imperturbable expression, enjoying the private knowledge of what lurked behind the mask, "Oh, and save me a game tonight, Spock."

"As you command, Jim."

The End