| Title - "Rhus Diversiloba" Author - T'Thrill Paring TOS- S/Mc Archive - COCO and ASCEML only. All other please ask. Rating - NC-17 m/m Warnings - If you are under the age of 18, or stories with male/male sex do not interest you, please move on. Other than that, there are no warnings what so ever! Unlike my most recent story series, there is no hurt/comfort, no angst at all! So enjoy this little offering. By the way, don't worry if you don't understand the title, you'll figure it out. Disclaimer - Copyright 2002 T'Thrill This is an original work of fiction based on Star Trek. The story is my own, and not used for making any profit. It is not intended to infringe on the intellectual property rights of Paramount, Viacom, or any other of their assignees or licensees. The characters are the property of Paramount and I have made fair, transformative use of them. Acknowledgement - I have been asked repeatedly to write a story that was strictly Spock/McCoy. So, to that person out there who has been asking, here's to you! And, once more, my sincere appreciation and thanks goes out to Selek. Even though he was leaving town, he managed to beta this and get it back in just a few hours. There's not another like him! Summary – Spock has a problem! Chapter 1 His peripheral vision being exceptional, Spock could see that the captain was, once again, leaving his command chair and coming to his station. It was not the first time he had done so during this duty shift. Spock attempted to appear consumed by the data currently displayed in his viewer, the same information that had been visible for the last three point four hours. Jim leaned down and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Spock, are you…okay?" Spock rose to his full stance and looked Jim Kirk in the eye. Obviously his ruse had not been completely successful. Otherwise, his captain would not have interrupted him in what he hoped would look like intense concentration. "I am quite all right, Captain, why do you ask?" Jim straightened and glanced around them, as if to assure himself they would not be overheard. "Well, to tell you the truth, you have squirmed ever since you reported for duty this morning. On top of that, I couldn't help but notice that the information you have been so diligently studying for the past four hours is a supply list, over six months old." Spock glanced at the viewer and indeed, Jim was correct. There was little he could say to defend either his inattentiveness or his actions. However, that did not stop him from trying. "Captain, I am attempting to compute the supply usage over the last six months, taking into consideration the most recent shipments, and the point three percent change in the crew compliment." "Spock, there's a supply officer who keeps tabs on just that information, and you know it. You want to try again?" "I do not believe so." "Are you…ill?" "No, Captain, I assure you I am quite healthy." "I wish I could believe that. I signing you off-duty for the rest of the shift, and I would like for you to report to sickbay for a complete physical." "That is quite unnecessary, Captain." "Spock, I hate to say this," the captain lowered his voice to a nearly inaudible level that only Spock's astute Vulcan hearing could perceive, "but either something is quite wrong…down there," his eyes flashed down to the first officer's groin for no longer than a microsecond, "or you have suddenly formed an unusual attraction for the edge of your station." Spock felt the flush that started in his midsection and worked its way to the tips of his ears. His Vulcan controls had certainly failed him in this situation, and his insatiable need to rub against anything to control the prickling sensation had not gone unnoticed. "So," Jim continued, "do you go to sickbay on your own, or do I order you there?" Jim was still whispering, but it was still a no-nonsense tone. "I shall go to sickbay, Captain," Spock relented. Jim nodded but Spock turned back to the viewer. Jim leaned over him, "Now, Mr. Spock!" he demanded. Spock had hoped the captain would let him finish his duty shift so he could get back to his cabin and do further research on the problem himself. However, that wasn't going to be the case. He was going to be forced to go to the one person for treatment that he wished not to know about this situation. "Yes, Captain," he acknowledged and stepped toward the turbolift. Arriving on the deck that held the medical facilities, he only hoped that there would be someone else on duty. Not likely, but it was a possibility. Stepping to the doors of sickbay, the sensor opened and the first person he saw was McCoy. "Well, Spock, what brings you to my neck of the woods?" "Woods, Doctor? I am not aware of any abundance of foliage…" "My area of the ship, Mr. Spock!" McCoy answered gruffly. Spock had spent the last thirteen-odd years working with humans; McCoy wished he would get the hang of the human euphemisms. Tempering his tone a bit, he continued, "I usually don't see you here unless you're being carried in, or unless I've spent the last month trying to get you down here for your quarterlies. Right now, neither situation seems to apply," "I am here because of the captain, Dr. McCoy," Spock stated, still not wanting to admit the reason he had arrived in sickbay. "Somethin' wrong with Jim?" McCoy questioned, suddenly concerned that something had happened on the bridge. "No, Doctor, the captain is fine. I was sent here at his request." "Oh, I see. Well, step into the exam room and tell me what's up," McCoy relaxed and turned toward the heart of sickbay. Spock hesitated for a moment before following the doctor to the treatment area. Choosing his words carefully, he stated, "I seem to have developed a condition...a skin condition. If you will just give me something to heal a rash, then I shall be on my way." McCoy turned back and looked at Spock. "What kind of rash?" he asked. "Nothing that should concern you. It is not serious, just some irritation on my…chest. The medicine, please, Doctor?" Spock asked, trying to conceal his impatience. "Whoa there! Not so fast." McCoy shook his head. "Come in here and let's check you out." "I assure you, it is unnecessary and there are things that I need to attend to. So, if you will just give me the necessary medication…" "Now, Spock," McCoy interrupted him, "you know damned well that I'm not going to prescribe something when I don't know what I'm dealing with. So you might as well just take off your shirt and hop on the table. I'm sure we can get you on your way in no time." Spock reluctantly walked to the area beside the treatment table and removed his duty tunic and his undershirt. It was true that there were some spots on his chest, and he hoped this would be enough for the doctor to treat him without knowing just how affected he was. He sat on the edge of the biobed, laying down only when McCoy insisted he do so. McCoy walked over to stand beside him. Even before the doctor touched him, the familiar smell of mint and lavender, combined with the faint scent of alcohol-based reagents that were so prevalent in a medical facility, breached his nostrils. His usual way of handling the closeness of the doctor was to calculate difficult mathematical ratios in his head, but the discomfort he was feeling was making that an impossibility. Soft fingers went to first one nipple, and then the other. Gently the tip of one finger brushed against the raised center of one and, against all of his powers of control, he felt them both contract into hard pebbles. But in doing so, it increased the itchiness of the small olive-colored bumps that had surrounded them since early this morning. "Spock, it seems like you have a topical dermatitis. Damned odd place to get it. Maybe you've developed a sensitivity to the cleaning agent used for the uniforms. How long you had this problem?" As the doctor spoke, he moved his fingers along Spock's neck and then checked just under the waistband of his trousers, running his finger across the skin from one side to the other. "Just today, Doctor." Spock squirmed. Having the doctor touch him in such a manner had caused some movement…elsewhere…and his need to scratch was becoming unbearable. "Well, no problem. I can put some ointment on these spots and you will be all cleared up in a matter of minutes. I'll check with laundry and see if they have changed their detergent lately." The doctor reached for a small tube and uncapped it. Squeezing a small amount onto his fingers, he gently rubbed small, slow, painfully arousing circles around one contracted nipple, and then did the same to the other. Spock's groin felt as if it was on fire and, had he not known better, would have thought the doctor was taking great pleasure in his discomfort. "There, that should fix you up. Just lie there and let it dry good and you will be right as rain." McCoy recapped the tube and, much to Spock's chagrin, placed it back in the cabinet. "I believe I should take that with me, Doctor, just in case I have additional problems. I would not wish to bother you with this if I have any more reactions." "No need to. That will clear you up in no time and will desensitize the area for several weeks. I'll get with laundry and, by that time, we should have determined the cause." Spock's ability to hide his frustration was being tested to its full limit, not to mention his resistance against the urge to scratch. The areas on his chest were no longer feeling the irritation that had been there just moments before. Unfortunately he could not say the same for the other affected area. "Doctor McCoy, I am certainly able to contact those in charge of recycling my personal items and assuring that there will be no further incidences. You do not need to bother yourself with that issue. However, I would be more comfortable knowing that if there are any future attacks of this nature, I had the medicine at my disposal to treat it immediately." McCoy looked at Spock suspiciously. "Spock, I'm telling you, this will keep you from breaking out for several weeks. And, as for my contacting the laundry, if there is a new formula being used, you may not be the only one who develops a sensitivity to it. As chief medical officer, I have to be aware of these things. Now, unless there is anything else I can do for you, you are released back to duty." McCoy could see Spock hesitate for a moment, but he rose from the bed, put on his shirts and turned to exit the medical facility. Something about his demeanor, as if his shoulders had slumped, caused the doctor to call out to him. "Spock, wait a minute," McCoy said. Spock stopped and turned back to the doctor. "Spock, is there something else? Do you…have the same condition…elsewhere?" Spock had been damned insistent on getting his hands on that tube of cream. And, knowing how private Spock could be about such things, McCoy had begun to put two and two together. Spock looked down, unable to look McCoy in the eyes as he replied, "I…do have…another area that is affected." "Spock," McCoy's voice became softer. His heart went out the man standing at the doorway. He could see how embarrassing this was, and he wanted to do anything to make Spock comfortable. "It's okay. C'mon, let's take care of this," he motioned Spock back into the treatment room. Spock looked around. Although they were the only two in the room at the time, there was no guarantee that the privacy afforded them would remain that way. McCoy could see the concern in Spock's face. "Spock, would you feel better if we went into my office?" There was a flash of relief that ran through Spock. If he was going to have to bare himself to the doctor, better that it be done somewhere that he could be assured of privacy. "I believe that would be a better solution, Doctor," he replied. Leonard smiled reassuringly. "Fine, just go on in and I'll be there in a second. Just let me get the ointment." Spock nodded and proceeded to the doctor's office. Located in the room was a desk with two chairs; one behind the desk and another in front of it, a large cabinet containing several drawers and stacks of data chips resting on top, an abundance of shelves loaded with books; some of them over a hundred years old, a cot, and a door leading to a bathroom facility. It was the cot that seemed to hold his attention more than the other items of the room. He knew that McCoy had quarters on the officer's deck, but the doctor obviously spent enough time in this office to have need of a place to rest. Spock, as well as anyone, was aware of the vigils that the doctor kept when he had patients to care for. It was this vigilant attentiveness to others that first attracted Spock to this man. And it was his attraction to Leonard McCoy that had driven him here on this day. "Okay, Spock. We're all set," the voice interrupted the Vulcan's thoughts. He turned to see McCoy keying the pad beside the door and watched it slide shut, activating the security lock. No one from the outside could enter. McCoy turned to him. "So, you want to tell me where else you are having problems?" Spock still hesitated, but finally replied, "It seems that I have contracted the same rash in the area of my groin, Doctor." "I figured as much," McCoy nodded as he sat on the edge of the desk, one leg propped on the surface, the other remaining on the floor. "Well, this stuff works equally well anywhere," he stated, holding up the silver tube. "If you'll drop your pants, we'll get you fixed up right away." Spock nodded once and turned away. Leonard watched as the hands came up and knew Spock was unlatching his trousers, and taking a damned long time in doing it. He'd never seen the Vulcan act so shy. Usually Spock was very matter-of-fact about his body, although he was quite secretive about anything other than its basic functions. It was an endless list of information he had been forced to drag out of this man over the last two and a half years they had served together. He watched as Spock slowly lowered the trousers and undergarment over his buttocks. It was a sight that almost took Leonard's breath away. It was the same reaction he had experienced every time he had this man under his care. And he found himself fighting against the same feelings that he had fought against for too damned long. 'You are his doctor!' he admonished himself. 'He's here for treatment, that's ALL,' he mentally scolded, trying in vain to force his mind back into the mode of a physician. But the sight of the perfectly shaped, round, pale globes, separated by the elongated crease running between them, made that task all the more difficult. Leonard drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, turning his head away so when he opened them again he would not be faced with the lovely sight. He knew if Spock ever discovered his secret, that he was so damned attracted to the Vulcan that it hurt to be around him, Spock would find a way to avoid him at all costs, and that he could never stand. Even unrequited love was better than not being near him at all. "I am ready, Doctor," Spock stated in a voice barely above a whisper. But it shook Leonard out of his thoughts. He looked back at Spock who was still standing with his back turned to him; his pants now bundled at his ankles. "All right, let's see what we have here," McCoy stated in as normal a voice as he could muster. He stood up and walked around Spock, his eyes falling to the exposed groin. What he saw shocked him. Where there had been just a few spots on the man's chest, Spock's whole groin was one large dark-green patch. The inside of the thighs, the scrotum and the penis were all deep olive with small clusters of clear bumps scattered over the entire area. "Jesus Christ, Spock! Why didn't you tell me? My God, you must be miserable!" McCoy exclaimed. "It is rather uncomfortable, and distracting," Spock admitted. "To say the least. Here, lie down on the cot so I can treat you easier," McCoy stated. Spock reached down to pull his trousers up so he could walk the few short steps to the bed, but McCoy stopped him. "Just slide them off. They'll be in the way otherwise," the doctor instructed. Spock slipped out of his boots and slid the pants off of his legs. He laid them neatly across the back of the chair situated in front of the desk and proceeded to the cot. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he swung his feet onto it and lay down. Leonard knelt down beside the cot and began to gently run his fingers across the small patches of bumps and examine the skin around the affected area. "This is the damnest thing I've ever seen," he stated, thoughtfully. "There doesn't seem to be any sign of this outside of your groin, but it's covering your scrotum, inside of your thighs, and it's all up the shaft of your cock." "My 'cock,' Doctor?" "Your penis, Spock. The whole shaft of your penis is broken out. I hate to ask you this, but have you had intercourse with anyone lately?" "I can assure you that I have not," Spock answered through clenched teeth. Having the doctor's hands on him was creating a two-fold problem. First, his touch was irritating the rash, causing the itch sensation to worsen. And, with the doctor 'fondling' him, it was taking all of his control not to become aroused. "Then I'm at a loss to say what's causing this. I've never seen anything that only attacked the sex organs before that wasn't brought on by sexual activity. Before I treat this, I want to culture it to see what turns up. We may be dealing with something here that may be more serious than I thought." "If you will just treat the area, Doctor McCoy, I believe I can explain the cause." "Really?" McCoy arched his eyebrow in question. "Okay, Spock, start explaining." "Rhus Diversiloba" Chapter 2 As Spock started his explanation, McCoy began rubbing the cream on the outermost edges of the irritated area. "Last night I was in the biology lab working with some new plants that arrived in the latest vegetation samples. I believe I may have an unusually high sensitivity to one of the foliages." The fingers felt good as they rubbed against him. Relief was beginning to take effect on the areas where the ointment was being applied. McCoy watched as the areas he treated began to return to their natural coloring and the small blisters began to disappear. During this process, the role of physician began to be replaced with some degree of enjoyment from the task. Never before had he been allowed to touch Spock in this way. Oh sure, he had briefly touched him to examine him, but had never been allowed to take his time and caress the area that had been at the very core of so many of his fantasies. "Go on," he urged. "Go on, Doctor?" Spock questioned. He had hoped this would suffice for an explanation. "Yeah, you still haven't explained how these areas in particular came in contact with the plants." "Is that important, Doctor?" Spock asked, hoping not to have to go into the specifics of the events that had taken place. "It is. It's important for me to know if this is a systemic response, or if it's merely a topical reaction," Leonard replied. He had treated the inside of both thighs, well as much as possible with Spock having them clamped together. "And bend your knees and spread your legs so I can make sure I am getting this everywhere it needs to be. Yeah, like that. Now, continue." McCoy's hands were now stroking his organ, and the lack of irritation from the rash was making it impossible for him not to respond to the touch. As much as he fought it, he felt his 'cock,' as Leonard had called it, begin to fill with blood. Spock took a deep breath and stared toward the ceiling. This was turning out to be every bit as embarrassing as he had imagined. Not only was he becoming aroused, he was not going to be able to hide his actions of the evening before. And the idea that this man would know what he had done was, well, beyond disturbing. "I believe I got some of the oils from the plants on my hands." It was as much of a clarification as he could bring himself to offer. The stiffening organ mesmerized McCoy. In rubbing the cream over the last of the irritated area, he allowed his hand to stroke the length of the organ. With Spock's statement, suddenly McCoy was getting the full picture. That was all it took for Leonard's own body to bloom to life. Spock had been masturbating in the lab. My god! Why had he never thought of Spock as a sexual being, especially one with needs so urgent that they would have to be fulfilled in someplace like the biology lab? What had caused him to need a release so quickly that he couldn't wait till he was in his cabin? Then a thought occurred to him that made his blood run cold. "Spock, this isn't the beginning of pon farr, is it?" Spock raised his head and looked at Leonard. "No, I assure you it is nothing of that sort." Spock had been evasive about this time once before. "You're sure? You would tell me if it was, right?" "Yes. I would not attempt to conceal that from you again," Spock answered so honestly that McCoy knew he was telling the truth. "Then what? Is it someone onboard that has you agitated to the point of masturbating in the labs?" McCoy couldn't believe his brazenness. But neither could he believe he was kneeling beside Spock, stroking his cock. The deepening tone of Spock's voice was very noticeable when he answered. "There is someone onboard who…arouses me," he admitted. Leonard wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. But he heard the words as they came from him, "Is it Jim?" he asked. Spock stared at him for a moment before he answered. With a quick shake of his head, he stated, "No, it is not Jim. Jim is my captain and my friend. That is the extent of our feelings for one another." Leonard was quite aware that he no longer needed to have his hands on Spock's organ. The cream had taken away all evidence that a rash had ever occurred. However, his hand remained in place, gently stroking up and down the shaft of the now fully engorged organ. And amazingly, Spock had not asked him to stop. The Vulcan's arousal was matched only by his own. "Then who, Spock?" he whispered. Spock's hands had been clutched together at the back of his neck. He brought out one hand and, with the back of his fingers, lightly stroked down the face of the doctor. "He who stirs my passions is a man of great caring and emotion. His compassion and kindness is only matched by his occasional bouts of obstinance." Spock brought out his other hand from behind his head and covered the hand that was stroking his erection. "This man arouses me with his touch," Spock purred in a voice becoming heavy with passion. Leonard had to swallow before he could speak around the lump in his throat. "How long have you known? When did you find out that I'm in love with you?" "I did not know, Leonard. Had I known, I would not have been in the lab last evening fantasizing about you. I would have been at your cabin door instead." Leonard couldn't help the smile that played across his lips. "No," he shook his head. "You wouldn't have been at my cabin door," he stated emphatically. Spock arched his eyebrows upwards. "I would not?" he asked, surprised by the statement. "No. Not for more than a second. Because after that, you would have been in my bed," McCoy whispered as he bent his head and brushed his lips against the heated mouth he had dreamt of tasting. Leonard felt the strong, warm arms encase him and pull him onto the bunk. Their bodies pressed together, Spock's erection was rubbing against the top of his thigh, while his own erection was pressing against the side of a heated hip. Their mouths explored and tongues dueled, parting only sporadically to gulp in lung-fulls of precious oxygen. Leonard's hand found the firm, round mounds of Spock's butt and began massaging and kneading them, letting his finger trace the hot crease until he touched a fingertip against the puckered entrance. Being able to touch Spock in this way caused his balls to tighten and his cock to spasm. He was on the edge. He instinctively thrust his hard-on against his lover. Freeing his mouth from Spock's, he moaned, "I can't hold on…I'm goin' to cum." "Cum? You mean you are close to ejaculation, Leonard?" Spock held him close and soothed. "Yes, God-dammit! You have got to quit talking like a God-damned text book!" McCoy groaned as he thrust against Spock once more. "Ah, I understand what you need, Leonard," Spock rasped into his ear, his voice filled with passion. Leonard felt a shiver run through him at hearing this. Just this voice alone could bring him over. I was like having hot, liquid sand poured over your body. McCoy hadn't thought it possible on the small bed, but Spock had turned them so he was hovering over his human lover. Spock's head pulled back enough to look at him. "You need me to…" a short but intense kiss and the head pulled back again "…lick you." "Yesss…" McCoy hissed. Another short kiss and Leonard felt Spock's hand at the closure of his trousers. "And suck you." "Yesss…" Leonard's cock sprang free and a warm hand closed around it. "Until…" A warm tongue encircled one of his nipples, drawing short rings around the hard nub…"you…" the nub was captured between Spock's lips and his teeth gently rolled it. It felt like there was an electric current running from his nipple to his cock. "you cum…" "Oh, GOD…yesssss…" Leonard moaned, arching his back. His other nipple was captured and given the same treatment. There was a shiver that ran through him that he had never felt before. If this didn't end soon, he was sure he was going to blackout. He could feel Spock scooting down on the bed, but it wasn't until he felt the wet tongue trail a path around his cockhead that he realized Spock was going to take him orally. Spock's mouth closed around him as he pulled him in to the root. Again Leonard's body took over and he thrust into the hot mouth, feeling the orgasmic swell surge through his abdomen. His fingers combed through the thick, straight mane of black hair positioned between his thighs. He arched his back and moaned his orgasm. "Oh….God…Spock…I'm…cumming!" With that, the first wave roared over him, crashing him against the bed beneath. Surge after surge claimed him as Spock drank him down. Only after the last spasm had passed, and the last drop of his seed was spilled, did Spock release him. Leonard's breath came in gasps as his lungs strained for air. He reached for Spock and pulled him up so Spock was lying on top of him. He looked into the dark, passion-filled eyes, and traced the swollen lips with his finger before pulling the head to him and captured the heated mouth. He released the mouth and moved his lips to the delicately pointed ear. "Spock…" he whispered, but it came out as a near sob. Swallowing hard, he continued, "I wanna tell you that I love you, but I don't want to do or say anything that will scare you away." Spock lifted his head and looked into the face of the man beneath him. With one arm wrapped securely around his shoulders, the other was free to trace the shape of his brow and the line of his jaw. In all the ways he had seen this man, he had never seen him so vulnerable. In all the ways he had imagined them together, he never realized how much he would feel for him. "Scare me away, Leonard? You should have no anxiety over expressing that which is also present in me." "In English, Spock!" McCoy commanded through a smile. "I love you, too, Leonard." Their lips met again, and when they broke apart once more, Leonard breathed, "I never thought I'd live to hear those words from you." "If you like, I shall say them to you often," Spock smiled. It was only one of a handful of times Leonard had seen a smile on that face, and this time, it was directed at him. Amazing! Spock was still so very hard and his arousal pressing against him renewed Leonard's erection. "Fuck me, Spock," he whispered. "Yes, I should like to do just that, but I first need to bathe. I seem to be coated in one of your dubious potions." The sound of Spock's voice filtering through that smile was almost enough to undo Leonard. "Well now, my 'dubious potion' seems to have fixed you up quite nicely, thank you," Leonard countered good-naturedly. "I believe, sir, you are in much better shape than when you first arrived in sickbay!" Spock pressed his erection against Leonard. "That is a matter of opinion, Doctor." "Get up. I have an idea that will satisfy both of our needs." "Oh, and what would that be?" Leonard nodded his head toward the entrance to the bathroom. "In there I have a good, old fashioned, water shower that is just big enough for two." "Indeed," Spock's eyebrows shot up. "Then I would suggest that is where we should retire to," Spock stated as he lifted himself from the bed and pulled Leonard up with him. Leonard almost laughed when he realized their state of dress. Spock was still wearing his duty shirt and naked from the waist down, his erection most apparent, and quite beautiful. While Leonard realized he was still fully dressed, except that this fly was wide open and his hard cock sticking out. Leonard reached up to unfasten the closure of his medical tunic, but found his hands pulled away. It seemed that Spock wanted to undress him. The tunic was pulled up and he raised his arms so it could be pulled over his head and discarded. Spock knelt down and removed his boots and trousers. The last item was his underwear that Spock slid down his legs and Leonard raised each foot in turn so Spock could rid him of those, as well. Before he rose up, Spock captured Leonard's cock once more and ran his lips up the length of it, capturing the drops that had formed at the tip. Leonard had to grasp Spock's shoulders for support. When he was once more standing before him, Leonard reached for the hem of Spock's shirts, capturing them both at once, and pulled them off over his head. Now they were both naked. Leonard ran his thumbs over the constricted nubs, noting as a physician that there was no sign of the affliction that had brought Spock to sickbay this afternoon. He wanted to capture the nub between his lips, but although the cream he had used was all natural and would not be toxic, he knew there was probably a bitter taste to it. Instead, he reached for Spock's hand and led him into the bathroom. He dialed the water to just the right temperature to be comfortable for Spock, yet not hot enough to burn him. Satisfied that all was perfect, he stepped into the stall and pulled Spock in with him. The water sprayed against them as their bodies locked together and their lips met. Breaking apart, Leonard reached for the bath sponge and pressed a stream of liquid soap onto it. "May I?" he asked. "Yes," Spock replied in that wonderfully rough voice. Starting at the tips of those wonderful ears, Leonard would lather an area, rinse that area with the sprayer, and then trace the droplets of water with the tip of his tongue. He continued this process down Spock's neck and across the back and shoulders until he came to each nipple. He gave special attention to each until Spock was nearly writhing against the wall of the small enclosure. Further down he continued until he was on his knees. Bypassing the obvious, he continued down each leg until there was only one area left. Using the sponge, Leonard began to bath circles around the engorged cock, making sure the testicles were lathered, rinsed, and sucked dry before he ventured to the one area left. Dropping the sponge, he lathered the length of the swollen cock with his hands, sliding his fingers up and down the shaft, across the tip and circling each of the beautiful ridges. Spock held onto him and was thrusting toward him. Leonard sprayed the last of the soap from the body and captured Spock's organ with his mouth. Even taking it as far as he could into the back of his throat, he couldn't get the full length inside. When Spock gasped, "Oh, Leonard…I'm going to cum," it nearly pushed him over the edge as well. With his mouth and one hand on Spock, he reached for his own organ with his other hand and, as Spock was shooting his seed down his throat, Leonard was spilling his ejaculate onto the floor of the shower. He swallowed deeply, trying to capture every drop of the precious nectar, but even so, some escaped from his lips. When the last pulsating wave had passed, Leonard released the organ and Spock pulled him up, capturing his mouth and those trickles of semen on his lips and chin. "I do love you, Leonard," Spock purred. "I love you, too. I always have," Leonard replied. Turning off the water, they returned to the bed. Sated, for the moment, they just lay together, enjoying the feel of each other. "This isn't your first time," McCoy cooed into the furred chest. "No one makes love like that their first time out," he added with a smile. "No, it is not my first. I have sought out those who I hoped would diminish my desire for you, but I have never found one who satisfied me as I knew you would." Leonard nodded his understanding. "I know what you mean. I've spent a lot of shore leaves trying to satisfy myself with others, knowing damned well there was only one who could give me what I wanted." "It seems as if our search is over, Leonard." A flash of warmth flooded the doctor. "Yeah, so it seems," he replied around the lump that had once again formed in his throat. When he felt he had his emotions in check, at least enough to speak clearly again, Leonard whispered into the damp neck of his lover. "Spock, just what kind of plant was that you were messing with last night?" "I believe it was labeled with the genus name, Rhus diversiloba." Leonard raised his head and looked into the deep brown eyes. "Rhus diversiloba! Are you sure? Spock, do you have any idea what that is called on Earth?" "I am quite sure that was the name on the label. And no, Leonard, I am not familiar with that species." Leonard couldn't help the laugh that escaped from him. Burying his head in the soft fur of his lover's chest, he managed, even through the uncontrollable snickers, to say, "Spock, my love, the next time you decide to masturbate, please make sure you haven't been playing with poison ivy!" <Finis> |