The Diet

(TOS, K/S, NC-17, challenge (sort of), SWS, 1/1)

May 1999

The Diet

Kirk set the barbell down carefully next to the weight bench.

He wiped his hands on the towel thrown over one shoulder. He stretched, then headed toward the locker room across the workout mats. He paused in front of the full length mirror to stare at himself.

He pulled the towel from his shoulder, faced himself full on.

*All covered in sweat, but... not bad. All this working out the last two

months has helped. With my waist two inches smaller and my pecs harder that ever, you'd think he'd be satisfied.* He flexed his arm, looking at the clearly defined muscles. He turned sideways, noting his strong calves. *Good grief, Kirk! So much vanity.*

He started at the sound of a small gasp and looked up at an amused crew woman who'd been watching him strut. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned.

"Uhura!"

"Caught you, Captain. Trying to cause a few more heart flutters?" she teased.

"It's Jim off duty, Nyota," Kirk protested, as he tried unsuccessfully to suppress a blush. "I wasn't..."

"Sure you weren't." She grinned again. "Seriously, you've been in here a lot more than usual lately. And I haven't seen Mr.

Spock much. Is everything OK with you?"

"He's just busy, lately. Thanks for caring. Now what about you? That's a fancy routine you're teaching."

"Advanced class today. I like to get them sweaty."

"Captain, Nyota. Good evening," interrupted Sulu.

"Lieutenant. We're just heading out."

"Shower first, though. Jim, Sulu and I are headed to dinner.

Would you like to join us?"

Kirk grimaced, "No, thanks. Between Spock and McCoy, all I seem to get lately is lettuce and vegetables. Might as well skip that!

I'll take you up on the offer sometime soon, though."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll see you both on the bridge, tomorrow."

"Good evening, Jim." "Good evening, Captain," spoken in unison by Uhura and Sulu as Kirk took off for the shower.

The water slid down over his hot body. He'd used sonics to get clean and now the water to feel really clean. *This feels good. Hot

water over sore muscles. Maybe Spock will give me a massage when I get back to our cabin."

He turned off the water and began to towel himself dry. *That is if he wants to touch me. I wish I knew why he's been so distant lately...maybe not distant, but less physical. No, even that's not true,

just less sexual. That and this diet thing. I wonder if McCoy got to him. Still you think he'd let up now; I'm in better shape than I've been

in since he met me, let alone since we started sleeping together.* Kirk grinned. *Still can't quite believe it even after 6 whole months.*

He pulled on his uniform and headed to his cabin. *What a night we had back then. I couldn't believe how good he felt. I was so nervous, he was worse, although he wouldn't call it nervous. But it worked. And only got better with time.... Yeah, better and better.

That first time, just using hands with the kisses. Then working up to the rest.*

His stomach growled reminding him of the missed meals.

*Better get some food. Maybe McCoy won't be there. I can always convince Spock, although he looks so, well, sad when I cheat. But a little nourishment will keep my strength up for later, if there is a later.

.... I wonder why it seemed so logical to move forward to penetration so much faster than to oral sex. I'd thought we'd use our mouths more, I thought that was what guys did together. Still, that part was so good.* He felt himself getting aroused, looked around and was pleased at the empty corridor.

He let his mind wander again. *Never thought I'd like that part.

Then again I like anything he does. And he's so gentle or so strong or both. God, I'm lucky to have him. Next I remember... finally I convinced him to try sucking me. He liked what I did for him. Well, more than liked it, I thought he'd never let me have my mouth back those first few times. Who knew he could stay hard and come so many times. And taste so good. Wonder why he tastes so good. I guess taste is like beauty; it's in the eye of the beholder, or the mouth.

Woah, bad puns when your talking to yourself, now.

*Two more corridors, the lift and another fifty yards to food!

OK, three and a half months ago, he finally sucked me. Took another two weeks to get him to let me climax in his mouth. Guess he didn't want to miss out either watching or having me fill him up. He got good at it pretty fast, too. Such a warm tongue. Boy that felt so good.*

The turbolift door opened, he entered. He looked up at the young yeoman across from him. She was blushing furiously and looking upward, studiously. *Oh, no. Another extremely visible protrusion; I'm going to get a reputation for thinking about sex. Hah.

Or for not getting enough.*

"Good evening, yeoman. That was good work on the report you turned in today."

"Thank you, sir." The lift door opened, and she exited quickly.

*The engineering deck?* he questioned, *Ohhh, she wanted to get away from the EVE. I've got to control better. Next time.

*Now, what was I thinking about? Yes, Spock's hot mouth.

No wonder I was turned on. He used to suck me whenever I asked.

Then we had that Shore Leave on Thea's Reserve, that vegetarian planet. Good food. We enjoyed getting to eat the same meals without Spock having to check on meat content each time.

*And, if that wasn't enough, after two days there, suddenly Spock really wanted to eat me. Twice a day, if we had time. Or more. When we went swimming, when we ran, when we looked at the stars. At first I thought it was my lack of bathing suit. Then I thought about the food, but my libido was about the same - still wanted him anyway, anytime, but no particular craving for that one act.*

Kirk groaned at the memory, *Maybe I should just go back to the cabin. I think I could just about get off just thinking about it.* Then his stomach growled again. *I hear you. Dinner first, then find Spock and ... try to talk him into some sex. It's been so long since he

sucked me off. He let me fuck him last week, but lately he won't come near my cock. It even feels like he's been avoiding me sexually. He'll

snuggle, but then he just wants to sleep. Even when he's got a hard-on that looks like it would hurt. Even when I do.

*This has been going on for months. Seems like it's since we got back from Shore Leave.... No, it was three days later. And all I hear about is 'eat more vegetables.' I'd think he thought I was ugly, but he still gets that look and those hard-ons. And I can see I look pretty good. And... It is too strange. But, maybe, tonight it will change.*

He entered the mess hall, striding quickly toward the food processors.

"Jim."

"Spock."

"You are late arriving."

"Was I supposed to meet you tonight? I thought you were working in the cabin."

"You were not. I finished the statistical analysis and decided to obtain my dinner. Based on your usual schedule, I expected to see you here sooner."

"I was just working out," Kirk responded, the grinned at Spock, glad no one else was in the room, "And thinking about you just a bit."

"That is obvious, Jim," Spock replied with his expression impassive.

"Obvious?"

Spock raised an eyebrow and glanced toward Kirk groin.

"Obvious."

Kirk grinned and returned the appraisal, "You, too, Spock?

Nice one."

"My reaction is only logical given the temptation."

"Logical, is it? Let's skip dinner," he looked suggestively at his

lover, only to be interrupted by the recurring stomach growl.

"Please join me. I have finished only one-tenth of my meal."

"Of course. Let me get some food."

Kirk walked to the processor and picked up the program cards.

He selected one for a steak and potato before noticing the Vulcan's eyes on him, looking almost hungry.

"I'm hurrying."

"I am not rushed, Jim, simply curious about your selection.

You have promised me to eat salad or vegetables today."

"Caught me. Can't I have just one steak? I'll brush my teeth before I kiss you."

"It is not that."

"I ate only vegetables yesterday and the day before."

"Thank you."

"And I've just worked out for two hours. I'm getting muscles on my muscles and my gut is disappearing. Don't you think I deserve something more solid?"

"It is not a question of deserving."

"But I don't need to lose weight, Spock. Do you really think I look fat? Or feel that way? I can understand it from McCoy; he likes to "mother" me, but what is up with you? Am I too fat for you to desire anymore."

"You look extremely appealing, Jim. I do not consider you "fat." Even if I did, I would not find you undesirable. You must remember that I found you irresistible six months ago when you were substantially heavier. I have no wish for you to lose weight."

Kirk looked very confused and a little angry. "I've been dieting for weeks and working out every day to please you, and didn't want me thinner?"

"I did not. I merely asked you to avoid meat."

"Meat?"

"Yes, Jim. If you should choose to honor your promise to me this evening by eating several pieces of cake or several honeyed pastries, it will serve my purpose, as well as the lettuce you have been

eating."

"I don't understand. What are you talking about?" Kirk turned to the processor, got a salad and a large piece of chocolate mouse cake. He carried them over to Spock's table and sat down beside him.

His mouth watered at the sight of the chocolate.

"Eat. You are hungry."

"Starved." He took a big bite of cake, savored the smooth, creamy texture. "This is so good."

Spock sat quietly, starring at Kirk's mouth, his hands folded in his lap.

"Would you like a taste?" Kirk offered his fork.

"Indeed." Spock glanced to the door, then leaned into Kirk.

One hand slid behind Kirk's head, pulling him close. He kissed him gently, licking his lips. "Indeed."

"Mmmm. You like that?"

"I desire you," Spock's voice had deepened. His free hand touched Kirk's thigh lightly as he kissed him more deeply, before withdrawing to a more professional distance. "The chocolate is acceptable, but I prefer to taste you." He looked pointedly toward Kirk's groin.

The erection, so recently receded, grew under the gaze.

"You want to taste me? There?" Kirk looked surprised and aroused. Then confused. "Spock, you are driving me crazy. I thought you didn't want me because I was getting fat or because I couldn't stick to my diet. Now you want me when I'm eating something about as far off McCoy's diet plan as I can get."

"I did not ask you to follow McCoy's diet."

"You didn't did you, you just asked me about the vegetables," Kirk realized as he ate the rest of his cake. "Then what."

"Jim, I would prefer to show you, but not in the mess hall," came the again deep, husky voice.

Kirk recognized the sound of an aroused Vulcan, or at least his Vulcan aroused and took his last bite, swallowing fast. "I need to know, now. You have me too confused. I don't think I'm up to getting you to bed and having you change your mind again."

"I have not changed my mind."

"You've come to bed completely aroused, kissed me, and then gone to sleep."

"That was difficult. But I did not realize you would assume I had rejected you. I have much to learn."

"As do I, apparently. Tell me what is going on. Then we go to bed." Kirk was firm, but let his arousal show in his eyes. "I want very badly to let you taste me. For hours."

"That is my intent."

"And?"

"And I will enjoy "tasting" you tonight. Very much. Perhaps I should have explained this to you, but I predicted that you would accept my request more easily. I did not realize you would make assumptions that would upset you."

"And...tell me, now."

"On Thea's Reserve I discovered the effect of a vegetarian diet on your system."

"What?"

"Your body pleases me at all times. Your penis feels smooth and hard in my mouth when I fellate you."

"I'm glad, but I hear a 'but' here."

"It is simple, Jim. When you eat only vegetables, your taste becomes extremely erotic to me. I desire to taste you that way again."

"Taste? Me. Oh no. All this because I taste better."

Spock looked chagrined.

Then, comprehension dawned on Kirk, "You mean that you want to want me as you did on Shore Leave."

A nod.

"I'll swear off the meat, Spock!" Kirk groaned as his cock twitched in anticipation. "Let's get out of here. To bed, please."

"Your salad."

"Don't want it. I want you." Kirk grabbed Spock's hand, almost dragging him toward the door. "My taste! We've wasted this much time over... You should have told me. Come on."

The End