(TOS,K/S,NC-17,1/1,parody)
by
Kaki (kaki4@ipass.net)
http://www.oocities.org/agentshymoon/tos/authork/kaki.html
ST
Series: TOS
Pairing:
K/S
Story
Series: Kaki's Tuppertrek. This occurs about 5 months after "A
Printfan's Nightmare" Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer
1: Paramount owns Star Trek. I've borrowed the guys for a
short while without intent or possibility of making a profit.
Disclaimer
2: People asked for this, really. If I missed using a suggestion or cliche
you sent, wait for the next installment or send the idea again (they are fun to
laugh with).
Warning:
This story is intended to be humorous, so don't expect sagacity. Also, it
contains m/m sex; please don't continue reading if you are underage or don't
like slash.
Thanks
to KatBear for beta-reading and to the folks at this year's TSU party at Shore
Leave for laughing.
Summary:
Kirk feels insecure; how will Spock cope? This story also seeks to explain
the mysteries of a certain uniform shirt style.
by
Kaki
7/21/01
"Jim, you do not look 'fat'." Spock spoke firmly, his
exasperation not completely hidden. "Please put on your shoes."
"But my uniform is way too tight. I look ugly. I can't let the
other admirals see me like this."
"Your uniform fits correctly. That is the purpose of the wrap-around
tunics. They have always suited you well. You must recall the green
captain's wrap-around you favored aboard the Enterprise; you always enjoyed
wearing that outfit."
"I used to like the fit. It used to show off my chest and waist.
And, well, you know why I liked it. I used to look sexy.
But
now it shows off too much. It's so tight on my tummy and it makes my chest
look busty. How can you stand me this way?"
"I love you, Jim, however you look," cajoled Spock.
"I just knew it! I do look awful. You're only trying to make me
feel better," Kirk interrupted tearfully. "I have to stay home."
Spock slipped his arms around Kirk, pulling him backward to lean against his
chest. He placed one arm around Kirk's ribs and gently caressed his
slightly rounded abdomen. "I love you and our daughter within you.
Please believe me, everyone who sees you sees our love within you. Your
face glows with our love, your skin is soft and clear, you are beautiful."
"Oh, Spock." Kirk leaned against Spock, added his hand to the one on
his abdomen, rubbing softly. "She is worth it, isn't she."
Tears pooled in his eyes.
Spock, apparently recognizing the mood shift, brushed Kirk's hair with his lips,
"Indeed. Now will you finish dressing? We both have meetings in one
hour."
"Hold me just a bit longer." Kirk took both of Spock's hands, crossed
them over his chest, savoring the feel of being held. Slowly awareness of the heat of the Vulcan's hand on his
breast seeped into Kirk's consciousness, "Your hands feel so good on
me."
Spock softly squeezed the flesh between his hands and nuzzled Kirk's ear.
Kirk looked pleased for five seconds, then sad again. "You can't say
I feel good, can you? They've gotten so big lately, with 5 months of
hormones and with the baby. You must hate it." He looked doleful,
then crafty. "I know you aren't always comfortable saying things, but
your actions tell me. It used to be you'd be hard against me if you held
me like this." A tear dripped down Kirk's cheek.
Spock sighed and pushed his groin close to Kirk's buns, proving his interest.
"It is time for work, but even so I am not unmoved. Later, I will
show you."
At Kirk's whimper, Spock slid one hand inside the wrap-around tunic, cupped the
firm curved mound within. He massaged the soft tip until it budded.
His other hand slid low to Kirk's hip, pulling him closer yet.
"Your shape appeals to me, Jim." He purred into the Human's ear,
"You still respond to my touch, perhaps more readily than before.
Your areolae are softer and feel good to my tongue."
He
slowly switched the position of his hands, running one up Kirk's abdomen and the
other down. He slipped his hand inside the other side of Kirk's
easy-access wrap-around, teasing that nipple.
Spock slowly rocked his hips against Kirk's, moaning quietly each time his penis
settled close between Kirk's buns. Using one palm he circled Kirk's belly.
He kept his other hand inside the snug wrap-around shirt, cupping one slightly
mounded breast while teasing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
When Kirk began to groan and thrust backward against him, he switched to the
other nipple, tweaking it in time with the swing of his hips.
Soon Kirk whimpered needily and pushed Spock's lower hand to his groin.
"I believe you. I really do," he said happily.
"You
do still love me."
"I love you. Always."
"And want me."
"Very much."
"But not always?" Kirk replied, sounding unsure again.
Spock cupped the hardness within Kirk's pants and pulled Kirk close to him as he
pushed his hips forward. "Always."
Kirk turned quickly. "Oh Spock," he moaned lovingly as he
pressed himself against Spock's groin. "Please love me."
With that he shoved his lover down to the carpet and yanked his pants to his
knees before he had a chance to protest. Quickly, he pulled off his own
pants and straddled Spock.
"Jim! Please."
"Please yes or please no?"
It was perfectly clear to Spock which was the correct answer.
"Please yes, Jim. But we only have 54 minutes until our
meetings."
"I'm so ready for you," Kirk simpered. "It won't take
long."
He
stroked Spock's penis with his thumb. "And you're hard and wet, just
like I like you." He lifted his hips and slid the head of Kirk's cock
to his opening.
"Stop, Jim."
"Stop?" A tear formed in Kirk's eye.
"Only for preparation. Do not let our love cause you pain."
"Oh Spock. I love you so much. I'll be OK. I'm still so
very ready from this morning."
"It is possible. We did use sufficient oil for you to be acceptably
slick. However, I am dry."
"Except the tip," Kirk giggled as he bent forward and reached under
the couch, retrieving a large tube. "Here. From last
week." He gleefully spread gel onto Spock, tossed the tube aside and
quickly slid Spock's penis deep inside him. At Spock's passionate grip, he
giggled again. "I knew you wanted me."
"Yes. Always," groaned Spock as he thrust upward.
They quickly achieved an agreeable, mutual rhythm and began gasping loudly.
As Spock swelled within him, Kirk cried out. "Touch me.
Oh please, touch me."
Spock quickly released the single catch on the wrap-around tunic, separated the
flaps, and cupped both of Kirk's breasts in his hands.
"So beautiful, Jim," he moaned as he pinched the taut peaks. As Spock
lifted his head and chest, supporting himself on one elbow, he wrapped one arm
around Kirk and pulled him closer. Gently he licked each nipple, then nuzzled
against the firm flesh, rubbing his check over the sensitive skin and more
sensitive nubs.
"Oh, Spock. Oh, please. I need. They need to be
suckled." Spock turned his head and complied, surrounding the fleshy nub
with his lips, exerting pressure with his tongue and applying suction.
"Aaah," Kirk gasped, as he settled his hips against Spock's groin and
climaxed. As his semen spurted over Spock's tunic, his muscles tightened
around the hard shaft within him, and Spock filled him with his own hot semen.
"Jim. Jim."
"Spock." Kirk slumped over Spock, completely relaxed. Two
minutes later, Spock gently lifted Kirk off and headed to the shower. Soon
both men dressed quickly.
"I feel so much better," Kirk proclaimed, as he smoothed the fabric of
his shirt over his chest.
"I am pleased."
Kirk turned toward Spock and lifted his cheek for a kiss. Spock pecked his cheek
and looked lovingly down at him.
"What's that?" Kirk asked.
"Please specify."
"Your face has green patches and your lips look really bruised."
"They will heal."
"Heal?" Kirk looked sad. "Did I hurt you?"
"Do not worry." Spock attempted to turn away, but Kirk pulled him
back.
"What happened?" Kirk insisted.
"Your hair was scratchy."
"But you didn't nuzzle my head."
Spock nodded.
"Not my head?"
"No, Jim. Your chest."
Kirk looked up, wide-eyed and horrified. "I'm so sorry," he
whimpered. "Now I'm fat and bristly," he blubbered.
"You must think I'm awful."
Spock pulled Kirk's head over to his chest and rubbed his hair. "I
will heal soon. It is not painful. I do not mind."
"It's only going to get worse, Spock. Worse," he moaned.
"Soon I'll have a hairy chest," he whimpered. "And you, you
love me smooth."
"I love you smooth, but I will love you with chest hair. You know
that using the suppressor has been your choice."
"Oh. Yeah. But smooth is so sexy."
Spock gave Kirk a look conveying chagrin. Kirk looked confused, then
blushed. "Not on you! I love your hairy chest. It's so
fun to play with and rub my nose in and . . . oh! You could do that with
mine."
"Indeed, Jim. I could. If you choose to grow the hair."
"If? I have to. You know what they told us. The beard
suppressor can hurt the baby. I can't do that. " As Kirk spoke, he
rubbed his belly fondly.
"There are alternatives."
"I could," Kirk whined miserably, "use a razor."
"It is possible, if you desire to remain smooth," Spock agreed.
"Alternatively, you might prefer that I use it; I would choose an almond
scented gel, warm it, spread it over your chest with my fingertips, then shave
you, stroke after long smooth stroke."
"Oh, Spock. You'd do that for me? You must love me a lot."
"Indeed."
Kirk hugged Spock, then smoothed his shirt again. "Will you do my
face when it grows in?"
Spock kissed his forehead. "Certainly. But now we must
leave."
As they entered Starfleet headquarters, Spock turned to Kirk. "Jim,
our meetings start in 10 minutes, but we should be on time. I will see you
this evening."
"Are you sure I don't look fat?"
"You do not. Have I not proved your appeal this morning?" Spock
replied, the exasperation in his voice almost hidden, "Besides, the tailor
should deliver your new, larger maternity wrap-around uniforms this
evening."
He turned to look at Kirk who had begun to tear up and to turn toward the door.
"No, Jim. You can not go back home. You must go to work.
Please do not cry."
He wrapped his arms around Kirk, held him close. And with a voice of
infinite patience, "Whatever happened, I did not mean it. Jim,
please. . .."
end
for now. :)
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