"Just open it, Spock. It's a birthday present."

"But it is not my birthday."

"Well, it's as close as I could get by calculating it on the standard calendar! Now, just open it."

"Jim, the celebration of a day in which one has no control over is not logical."

"Damnit, Spock! Just open the gift!"

"I do not understand your irritability. I am just attempting to point out that this seems to be..."

"I know, illogical. I don't care, just open the damn package!"

"Jim, you seem to be speaking through clenched teeth. That is assuredly a sign of frustration."

Jim pushed him back on the bed and straddled him, trapping Spock's semi-rigid organ beneath his own scrotum. He was nervous enough about what Spock's reaction would be to the gift. But if he couldn't get him to open it, he was never going to find out.

"Spock, I swear, I'm not going to let you up until you open the package. Call it a gift, call it an impulse, call it any goddamn thing you want, just open it!"

"Actually, that would not be a threat which would make me hurry."

"Spock!"

Spock brought the package up where he could see it from his suddenly horizontal position. He slowly began to loosen the sticky strips holding the wrapping around the small package. Bit by bit he peeled the tape from one end.

Jim rubbed his scrotum against the bulge underneath and felt it respond. He definitely wanted Spock in the right frame of mind when, or if, he ever got the gift opened.

"Jim, if you wish to engage in another sexual encounter, I will quit attempting to open this and we shall concentrate on that. Otherwise, I suggest you allow me to concentrate on this package."

"Just tear the damn paper off. Geezus, Spock, you can calculate fuel ratios in your head, it shouldn't take you this long to open a box!" He moved against the heated shaft once more. He noticed the brief flick of the eyebrow and was certain that his lover was taunting him.

Spock turned the package over and began to free the tape from the other end. Slowly he peeled the sticky substance off and began to slowly turn the package over and over as he unwound the paper from the box. He finally got the paper off of the small white box and laid there with the box in one hand and the wrapping in the other. Jim grabbed the wrapping paper and threw it to the floor.

"Jim, there is no reason the clutter the floor by throwing paper on it."

"That is what you're supposed to do with gift wrapping. We'll get it later."

Spock turned the box over and over in his hands.

"Now, take the lid off of the box."

Spock raised the lid and looked into the box and back at Jim.

"It is an egg. It looks as if it is from a Silver Avis."

"It's not from an animal. Lift it out."

Spock lifted the silver egg from the box. "It seems to be attached to a cord. I have never seen a species of avis that laid an egg such as this."

"I'm telling you, it is not a real egg, bird or otherwise."

"It is the same shape as an egg."

"Just take the rest of it out of the box."

"The cord is attacked to a small box. It looks like a battery pack."

"That's exactly what it is."

"I do not understand the significance of this object. It is an egg attached to a cord which is attached to a battery pack."

"It's a sex toy, Spock. It is meant to increase pleasure during sex."

"It is cold, it is hard and there seems to be no way to attach it to a sexual organ." Spock's voice was taking on the deep tone of lust. Jim loved how his voice became deep and scratchy, like sandpaper on rock, when effected by passion.

"Well, you don't exactly attach it, and trust me, it will warm up." Jim moved his hips down to allow Spock's cock to spring free and allow their erections to connect.

"If it is not meant to be attached to the sex organ, then what...Jim, you do not mean...you do not intend to...Are you saying that this object is made to be inserted into the body?"

"That, my love, is exactly what I am saying." Jim reached for the bottle of spiced oil and took the object from Spock's hands. He had seen Spock look shocked, maybe four times in the years he had known him. This was definitely one of those times.

He moved his knees between Spock's thighs, almost having to pry them apart. He knelt between the knees and drew the flared ridges into his mouth. In moments any feelings of apprehension had left Spock and he had parted and bent his knees to allow his partner full access to his body. He heard his own moans escape his lips and he knew that he would agree to anything that this man wanted to do to him.

Jim released the cock, sucking the newest drop of moisture from the tip and ran his tongue around the smooth cap. He had been holding the silver object in his hand to warm it. He opened the bottle of oil and poured some into his hand. Jim reached underneath Spock and coated his anus with the oil, pressing his finger inside. Spock's hips bucked against his hand, needing more. Jim removed his finger and heard the soft plea to continue. He coated the object with the oil and pressed the silver oval to the tight opening. Pressing gently he felt the object begin to stretch and enter the warm body. When it was pushed in half way, the slick egg popped into the body, leaving only the tiny protruding cord as any signal that the chamber was being invaded.

Jim inserted a finger and pushed the object into the canal just far enough for it to be in contact with the sensitive spot inside. He felt the clench of the muscles around his finger and knew the object was in place. He removed his finger and lay down on top of Spock. He captured the hot mouth and rubbed their erections between them. He moved to the delicately pointed ear and felt the dark furred chest move against his own as Spock breaths became ragged.

"Do you feel that inside of you?"

"Yes," he gasped, "it feels hard, it feels good."

"You haven't felt anything yet."

"Holding the small control, he turned the dial to the position marked "1".

Spock gulped a breath of air and his eyes flew open. "Jim! It is moving!"

"It is vibrating, Spock. That's what the battery pack is for. How does it feel?"

"It is interesting. It feels quite different, as if a tribble was where a tribble has no business being. However, It is quite pleasing. "

Jim moved back down the body and licked the length of the engorged shaft. Picking up the bottle of oil from the bed, he poured more into his hand. Reaching around, he coated the entrance to his own body with the slick oil. He straddled Spock's hips and brought the opening to his body against the hard cock. Rocking back, he impaled himself on the hard organ, pushing first the ridges and then the shaft deep into his body.

When he had Spock's organ fully encased inside of him, he handed the battery pack to Spock. "I have the vibrator set to the lowest setting. Adjust it to whatever speed gives you the most pleasure." Jim began to rock back and forth on the cock, bring it almost out of his body and then plunging it back in. He began to feel a small amount of vibration inside of him and knew that Spock had adjusted the speed of the vibrator to a much higher setting. He watched as Spock's expression changed to one of pure ecstasy. Feeling Spock inside of him and hearing the moans coming from the flushed lips brought him close to orgasm.

Jim reached to the lightly furred chest and ran his fingers through the hair. He rolled the tight nubs between his thumb and forefinger. He watched as Spock arched his back and raised his hips to thrust even deeper inside his human's tight chamber.

When Spock reached down and grasped Jim's cock and began pumping it in time with the cock up his ass, it did push him over the edge. He felt the heat growing inside his belly and he grabbed Spock's forearms for support as the orgasm rushed over him. His cum sprayed onto Spock's abdomen, bathing him with the creamy fluid.

Spock felt the muscles contract around his penis and he pushed up and deep into the body. He felt the convulsions of his own body intensified by the vibrating sensation pressed against his prostate. Spock gripped Jim's hips and he pushed deeply into the heat of his lover. Wave after wave crashed over him as he released his seed into the moist darkness. His body writhing in ecstasy.

When the last wave of both had passed, Spock reached for the control and turned the object off.

"Well, Spock, how'd you like your birthday present?"

"I found it quite satisfactory." He pulled Jim to him, and pressed his mouth to the cooler one. In the months they had been lovers, he found that this man was always surprising him. Releasing the mouth he rasped, "How it this object removed?"

"You just pull on the cord and it pops right out." He rose to his knees between Spock's thighs and pulled his lovers knees up. He tugged gently on the cord, but it did not move. He pulled a little harder, but still the object did not move. "Spock, relax your muscles." Still no progress with removing the present.

"Spock, you are going to have to relax. I don't want to pull too hard, I am afraid the cord will break off."

More than an hour went by, but still no progress in removing the object. The more Jim told Spock to relax the more he seemed to clench around it. They tried ignoring it, hoping the muscles would relax on their own, they tried pulling it out with Spock laying in every position, squatting and standing.

"Spock, I don't know how to tell you this, but I think we need to go see Bones."

"Jim, there are certain things that I will entrust to McCoy's beads and rattles. This, however, is not one of those situations."

"Spock, we have got to do something. We are both due on the bridge in less than an hour. Our only other option is to try later, and I don't believe you wanna wear that for an entire shift! Besides, he's one of the few that knows about us."

After several more tries, Spock conceded that something must be done, soon.

Showered and dressed, they made their way to sickbay. They found McCoy in his office, and gratefully, he was alone.

"Bones? Can you help us out with a problem?"

"Sure thing! Come on in. What's goin' on?"

"UH...Bones. We need some help with an...well...a...it's an object." Jim was not one to beat around the bush. And Spock, well, Leonard hadn't seen him this stoic in months.

"Ya wanna give me a hint on what kind of object?" He looked between them both, neither willing to tell him what was going on. "Gentlemen, I am a doctor. Nothing I hear will get beyond these walls, but unless you tell me what the problem is, I'm not gonna be able to do anything about it."

They both just stood there, unsure if this was such a good idea, but unable to think of an alternative solution. Spock, seeing no other possibility finally spoke up. "Doctor, it seems that I have an object lodged in my anal canal."

"I see. Well, let's get you on a bio-bed and see what we can do." He ushered both men into the working area of sickbay and ordered the door lock to engage. "Spock, drop your drawers and lay on your stomach. Let's see what we have here."

Spock contritely released the catch on his uniform trousers, pulled the control box from his pocket and handed it to McCoy and laid down on the bio-bed.

"Hummm..." Bones mummered as he pulled on the unforgiving cord. "Damn, Spock. This thing is really stuck!"

"Doctor, I would not be here if it were not."

"I gotta know, Spock. I've seen these, but never experienced one. Feel good?"

"No, not at the present time, Doctor."

"Not now, then."

"When it was being used for the function for which it was intended, it was enjoyable. However, it is not something I wish to discuss at this time."

"I see your point." He could tell that Spock was embarrassed by the predicament. Jim was too, but Bones had seen Jim in worst situations than this. "Well, I have a couple of options, but one involves cutting the cord. Do you mind if the vibrator's destroyed?"

"Doctor, if there is an option, I believe I would prefer to keep the object intact. It was, after all, a present."

"I think we can do that." He reached for a tube of cream and spread some into the orifice. "It will take a few minutes, but that should relax the anal sphincter enough to ease the object out."

True to his word, in a couple of minutes Jim was pleased to see Bones tug lightly on the cord and the silver oval popped out from where it had been encased these last hours. "All right, Bones!" Jim couldn't help but hollering.

Spock stood and pulled up his trousers. "Doctor, I appreciate your attention to this matter."

"Think nothing of it, Spock. Hell, I've seen worse situations." He had cleaned the object and dropped it onto a small bag. He handed it to Spock. The men turned to leave the room when Bones grabbed Spock's sleeve, stopping his retreat.

Spock turned back to Leonard only to have a tube of cream slapped into his hand. "You may need this. Oh, and Happy Birthday, Spock."

"Thank you, Doctor."

***finis***