(TOS, K/S, NC-17, 1/1)

Plaid Flannel Shirt

Date: June 1999

Series: TOS

Characters: K/S

Rating: NC-17

Inspired by: T'PAU

Summary: P.P. A sensual experience on Shore Leave.

Archive: please.

Constructive feedback desired. Tell me what worked for you and what didn't, so I can get more of the desired effect next time.

Scene 1

"Spock, what are you up to?"

The accused finished zipping the duffle bag before him, then silently turned to face his accuser.

"I know you. You are up to something."

Silence.

Kirk strode over to his bag, unzipped it, and looked inside.

"Another shirt?" He looked at his mate curiously, "Why? I packed three others."

More silence.

"Oh, all right, if you want me to take it, I will."

Spock picked up his own bag and headed toward the cabin door.

Kirk zipped his, then dashed into the bathroom and grabbed his toothbrush. "Did you pack yours, Spock? Not much in the way of amenities where we're going."

"Yes, Jim."

"So you can speak," Kirk laughed. By any chance did you pack the sandalwood massage oil and the new lube."

"Yes, Jim."

"I'd hate to get there without it."

"I had no intention of letting you do so. It is only logical to prepare carefully for pleasure."

"I like the way you think," Kirk responded as he caught up to Spock and gave him a quick kiss.

Spock turned his head slightly, leaned closer, threaded his free hand's fingers through Kirk's hair and kissed him thoroughly.

"...and the way you kiss."

Spock released him. "I will attempt to persuade you to 'like the way I do' a few other 'things' this shore leave."

"Oh, yeah," he teased, then, "I hope so. I just wish I knew what the plaid shirt was for." He stepped through the door just as comprehension hit him, causing a big grin and a sensual thought *wicked Vulcan.*

Scene 2

A thud from the living room woke him. Lazily the Vulcan stretched out, realizing as he did so that he was alone in the large bed. Another thump from the other room. He rolled onto his side facing the bedroom door as it slowly opened. The sunlight streaming through the window lit up the face of the man entering.

Spock lay back taking in the sight: sunlit highlights in the hair, pinkened cheeks from exertion, muscular forearms showing below rolled up shirt sleeves, snug jeans.

"Jim," he whispered, his voice low and sleep roughened, his heartbeat speeding up as he recognized the shirt Kirk wore.

"Good morning. Hope I didn't wake you," Kirk replied as he leaned over the drowsy Vulcan and kissed his forehead. "I just dropped some of the kindling."

A strong, warm hand reached up and pulled him close.

"Kiss me properly." As they kissed, then held each other. Spock inhaled the masculine scent of his lover, tantalized by the warm, humid feel of him. When Kirk stood again, both were breathing heavily. "Join me."

"Not yet. Breakfast first. We planned this first morning for being together out of bed."

"You are correct, but plans may be changed." Spock stroked the inner thigh of Kirk's jeans.

Kirk took a quick step away. "Not this time. Remember, we wanted togetherness and buildup. That's why we just slept last night. Too tired to appreciate each other after the last few hectic days. Now get up, it's time to eat breakfast. Then we are hiking up to the overlook to see the valley. We will eat lunch. Then, whatever we want. Maybe a lazy nap or..." As Spock rose from the bed, the sheet slid down his bare chest, then lower.

Kirk stared, entranced, then, "No tricks, Vulcan. I'm out of here."

After Kirk left, Spock dressed quickly but with some care, slipping into briefs, undervest, cotton shirt, Kirk's favorite jeans.

Scene 3

Hours later, as Kirk rose after adding another log to the fire, Spock took the last step toward him and stood behind him. He wrapped his arms loosely around Kirk's waist, palms inward. Kirk placed his arms over Spock's and stared into the small fire. "It's so peaceful here." He leaned back, resting against Spock.

Spock tilted his head forward, fitting his cheek against Kirk's hair, his face close to Kirk's neck. He breathed in deeply.

Warmth, even heat. A hint of sweat. Masculine, human, enticing.

He moved closer, touched the skin with the tip of his tongue.

Salty. Blood throbbing in the vein. He licked a short path. Firm, male, a subtle taste of musk.

Kirk's breathing quickened. "Yes," he whispered.

Spock raised his head to breathe in the scent of Kirk's hair, to feel it against his cheek, then stilled. Kirk waited. Vulcan hands began to move, fingertips caressing the textured fabric. Touching the warm flannel, the firm flesh beneath. He stroked slowly over Kirk's rib cage, toward the middle, up between the ribs. His fingers teased, running over buttons, pressing soft cotton and hard circles into Kirk. Slowing over each fastener, but not stopping to open.

He slid his hand down again, then pressed his palms to the fabric.

Kirk leaned back against him, murmured in appreciation as he felt the hardness behind him through the layers of denim, long and thick, hot, but shielded, the metal of the zipper a harder, cooler line against him.

Spock lowered his head, rubbed the soft flannel of the collar against his cheek and nuzzled the velvet firmness of the covered shoulder, his hands roaming slowly over Kirk's lower ribs and midriff. He bit lightly on one side, wet the fabric and the skin beneath, then moved his head to the other side.

Kirk moaned and bent his head, lifting his neck closer enjoying the contrast of wet, cooling fabric on one shoulder, the heat of Spock against the other. The warm tongue slid from ear to collar, tasting musk and salt. The lips pressed down, then opened.

Soft suckling produced another, Human moan. Then mouth and tongue moved on, past collar to shoulder. Spock lay his head against the flannel, held Kirk tightly.

He moved his hands now, still slowly. Fingertips touching fabric. Upward. He circled higher, tracing patterns around hardened nipples, moving fabric.

"Please."

"Yes?"

"Touch me. The friction is too much."

"And not enough."

"Yes."

Three fingers from each hand slid across the taut peaks. A deep Human moan. The Vulcan head lifted, tilted back.

"So hard."

"Mmmm."

The fingers circled again.

"Spock!" Whispered.

Thumb and forefinger came together, softly then twisted lightly.

"Oh god." Kirk's head pressed hard against Spock's shoulder, his hands reached behind him, holding Spock close. His motion rubbed Spock's cock, moving the denim. He flexed his hips, imitating a more intimate motion, urging the hardness farther into him, spreading his cheeks. Memories of more intimate times, the feel of that hardness, bare, sliding against him, then ...

Another twist of hot fingers, arousing his nipples, another moan, and the daydream faded back to reality. He turned toward the Vulcan. Their mouths met in passion. Kirk pulled Spock's head down, pressed hard against him, mouth and body. He used his lips to separate Spock's, plunged his tongue inside and was met with equal ardor. Plunging and retreating, hard and fast, both men taking and giving. A pull back by both, a quick breath for each.

Then merging, passionate, but softer. Now sharing as the tongues sought to tangle and explore, then thrust and withdrew. Their bodies pressed together, their hardness felt by both. Spock's hands smoothed over Kirk's back, felt the muscles beneath the fabric, then held Kirk close.

Too soon breathing became necessary and passion receded.

Kirk looked up into Spock's eyes, "Too fast." He lowered his head to rest on the shoulder, merely breathing and enjoying. "I want to enjoy this."

"Is that not the current problem?"

Kirk laughed, a short laugh, due to the depth of his passion.

"Enjoy it longer, Spock."

"Indeed. That is my plan."

"You have a plan?"

"I did pack the shirt."

"Oh, yeah."

Spock reached up and cradled Kirk's head against him with one hand, gently stroking Kirk's back with the other, to soothe him.

After several moments of calm, once the ability to breathe evenly had returned, Kirk again looked up to Spock. This time he grinned.

"You got your choice of wrapping paper. My turn. I want you unwrapped." He leaned back, allowing Spock's arms to keep their lower bodies touching. "I want to feel your skin without this barrier." His hands slid slowly down from shoulder toward waist.

"Ah hah. All day I've thought it was just you under that shirt.

What's this?" Slowly he unbuttoned one button, then the next, carefully not parting the shirt front, even as he tugged the shirttail loose, until all six buttons were undone.

Spock watched the progress, love and passion showing in his eyes, his face as expressionless as an aroused male with pressure-darkened, kiss-moistened, parted lips and flushed cheeks could manage.

Finally Kirk parted the shirt, "Black, Spock?" He spread his hands out over the dark fabric. "Silk...you remembered," he praised, "Slippery. Feels good." Then he moved his hands upward, slowly removing the cotton shirt from the concealed shoulders.

"Let go of me for a second. I want this shirt off you. Now."

As Spock complied, Kirk shuffled his feet for better support, then moved back when the solid support of Spock's arms once again surrounded him. As he once again leaned into Spock, he carefully rubbed his erection against the hardness pulled tight against him. "Mmmm," from Kirk.

"Ahhh," from Spock, followed by a shift of his own, and a tightening of his arms, pulling Kirk's hips closer to his own.

"Not too tight. I need to be able to touch your...vest?

Sexy, Spock. I haven't seen this before."

"No, you have not."

"For me, for my silk passion?"

"And mine. I thought it would please you to touch it on me."

"To touch you in it. It will."

"Show me, Jim."

Kirk took up the gauntlet, smoothing the heavy silk across the covered skin, working his hands in the open patterns he knew Spock loved, covering his pectoral muscles, rubbing solidly over his nipples, traveling lower to press and trace circles at his sides, close to his heart. Spock moaned gently as the hands passed over his nipples, then again as they moved lower, "Now, please." And a deep groan as the hand circled the sensitive spot near his heart.

As the Vulcan's eyes closed in ecstasy his cock jumped against the Human's. "Good," whispered Kirk as he moved his hands upward again. His hands traced upward and inward, until he reached the distinctive muscular chest curves. He slid his hands over and outward applying additional pressure to the most sensitive spots with his thumbs. As his hands slid past the edge of the fabric, he closed his eyes, savoring the contrast of warm solid skin and muscle to the slippery fabric. He wrapped his hands around Spock's upper arms, then slid them down the tautly stretched arm muscles. "Ahh, your skin is hot. Your muscles are tense from holding me so tight. Do you know how much your strength turns me on?"

Spock's head bent toward him; Kirk settled his head cheek to cheek with Spock's, took a moment to slide his almost smooth skin over the rougher, beard-darkened one. Then, as Spock's eyes closed, Kirk tucked his fingers into the loose arm openings of the vest. He slid them down, then up, caressing the hidden warmth with the back of his hands. Soon, he reached in farther, grazing a taut nipple with his fingernail. Spock's breathing stopped. Kirk touched him again. "Jim," came the deep-voiced plea.

Kirk removed his hands, slid open the front closure of the vest and pushed the fabric apart. His head descended quickly as Spock's hands released him. He licked the nub, teasing it with the point of his tongue, then sucked the heated flesh into his mouth.

"Yes..." One hand covered Spock's heart, the other tangled in the matted chest hair, his thumb teasing the other nub. "Mmmm, ahhh."

Spock groaned and shivered. His hands reached for Kirk, found succor clutching the nappy fabric covering the broad shoulders. No longer did he make the attempt to keep his face immobile. He panted between parted lips, "More."

Kirk sucked harder, then gently licked the throbbing flesh.

He shifted his body, kneeling before Spock, kissing a trail lower.

His arms wrapped around Spock's hips holding him still as his lips gently pressed that treasured spot near the Vulcan's heart. He lapped at the flesh, nuzzled against it, then sucked gently, leaving pale love bites on the tender skin.

Spock was totally still. Kirk licked again, listening. After only a moment, he felt the tremors, for this was an epicenter of Spock's arousal. He suckled again, knowing the pleasure the Vulcan received from this touch.

"Jim, please."

Kirk lay his head against the warm abdomen, traced a light line over the denim covered bulge so close to his face. "This, Spock. Are you ready? Do you want me to touch all of you?"

"I desire you. I want you. But I want you to feel as I do.

Do you burn as I do?"

"Feel me, Spock. Find out."

Spock pulled Kirk to his feet, but not before Kirk undid the snap of Spock's jeans. "No. It is my turn to tease you."

"Two can play," Kirk replied seductively as he slid the zipper down. His hands lowered Spock's jeans, but did not touch his erection. He bent again to remove the jeans, then rose sliding his hands up Spock's legs, his sensitized fingers teased by the contrast of hot skin and soft hair. Soon he cupped firm curves.

"More silk." He kneaded the muscles with both hands, savoring.

For a moment Spock leaned into the caresses, then lifted Kirk's arms to his own shoulders, reaching his hands below to maneuver Kirk's jeans to the floor. His hands returned to cup Kirk through the flannel. "The g-string! You were indeed taunting me all morning, although you denied it."

"Guilt...ohh." Kirk tried to reply, but was stopped by the touch of Spock's hand, covered in the fabric of his shirt. Kirk lifted his body upward the last remaining half an inch, seeking that touch, as the hot, covered, hand slid down from his navel, lower. Kirk throbbed and pressed himself into Spock's hand as the fingers slipped into his scanty covering, cupping him briefly, then pulling away to rid him of the concealing fabric. Soon he was bare save the shirt.

When Spock wrapped his arms around him again, Kirk ground his hardness against Spock's silken covering. He buried his face in Spock's shoulder lost to all sensation but the feel of his lover's erection against his, the feel of the now damp silk against his cock, and the heat of the Vulcan's chest against his, through the flannel. He rocked his hips, held Spock's still as he moved, then shifted Spock.

"Now. Come with me."

Spock moved with him, then stilled, "Soon." Now he knelt, burying his face against Kirk's groin.

"Spock, rise!" Kirk cried out in anguish, "I need you. Let me make us come, together."

In response the Vulcan slid his hand beneath the fabric, upward. "Breathe, Jim. Remember...slow, love making. We planned this to last. Let me take my time with you. There are no interruptions here."

Kirk placed his hands on Spock's shiny hair, "Soon?"

In answer, Spock opened his palms against Kirk's chest, touched the nipples with his bare skin. He turned his head, blew warm air through the fabric onto Kirk's aroused genitals. Brushing the fabric with his tongue he created a wet spot, letting his heat transfer through to Kirk's shaft. Then he backed off, blowing air again, cooling the spot. His hands circled now, not quite touching the taut peaks. Again he licked, wetted, and backed off. He lowered his hands stroking down the chest and abdomen, then raised both hands and slowly undid Kirk's buttons.

Kirk stared in fascination as his shirt opened, staring at the hands that held him enthralled. Then as his attention was absorbed, Spock slipped his mouth beneath the fabric, covering the tightly drawn up sac with his lips and tongue. Only Kirk's hands on Spock's head kept Kirk anchored as the jolt of pleasure hit him.

"God, yes!" Spock suckled, Kirk moaned, a sound of agony.

The shirt finally slipped to the floor, revealing to Kirk the dark head tilted into his groin. "So beautiful. Taste me, Spock.

Let me see you."

Spock slid his lips up Kirk's shaft and paused. Kirk trembled. Spock opened his lips, looked into Kirk's eyes, then back to the hot, throbbing cock. His tongue snaked out, slid over the moistened head, then retreated between the parted lips. He looked up to Kirk again letting him watch as he savored Kirk's flavor.

"You are mine, Jim. Mine to taste and to touch."

Kirk groaned as his cock throbbed as his climax began.

"Not yet," Spock declared as he quickly applied pressure to the base staving off, for the moment, the desperately needed climax.

He stood, paused. Kirk took hold of his briefs, tore them off of him. "Now." He pushed the Vulcan backward, shifting Spock's weight so that he landed gently on the rug. Kirk took a moment to stare down at him, saw the flushed face, the love-bites, and the pulsating cock pointing upward at him, glistening wetly in the firelight. "Now, Spock."

Kirk lowered himself atop the waiting Vulcan, matching groins. He rubbed his cock against Spock lightly, then looked up.

Spock bent, caught Kirk's head between loving hands, pressed open lips against Kirk's, thrust inward with his tongue as his hips thrust upward. Now bare flesh met bare, smooth against haired, bone against muscle, tempered silk against heated velvet.

One hot wet tongue thrust against a hotter one. Bodies shifted forming a snug chamber, moist with sweat and more. Legs twined and muscles pulsed as their arousal sought satisfaction. One heated shaft thrust against the other, over and over.

"Mmmm," from the Human.

"Now," quietly, from deep within the Vulcan, releasing loud cries and gasps of climax as both men overloaded on the sensuality of touch and the feelings of love.

The End