Code: NC-17, humor
Summary: What we didn't see in "Piece of the action".
Disclaimer: Paraborg/Viacom owns the whole Star Trek universe. I only borrowed a little part of it for some fun. No moneymaking, no offence of copyrights are intended. The story is mine and it is just fanfiction.
If you are under age, please stay away. If you have a problem with m/m-sex and relationships, then look elsewhere for your entertainment. English is not my native language, so please be patient with my mistakes. T'Lin did a really great job to correct my errors, not to mention all the suggestions she gave. My greatest gratitude to her. For all remaining errors, blame me.
"Jim, I really do not understand why we had to return t] the planets surface nor why we did not beam directly to our destination?"
Spock's face was showing a striking pale-greenish colour. All the while, he was holding tight to the seat of old automobile Jim was driving.
"Because I wish to show you something. That Bela Oxmyx loaned us his cabriolet was very nice of him. Don't look so horrified, I'm not driving THAT badly."
Spock had a slightly different opinion as Jim once again hit a pot-hole at full speed. Silently he was glad that Jim did not fly the Enterprise by himself. He did not dare to think, what then may... on the other hand the milky-way at least did not have any pot-holes.
Suddenly the automobile's motor uttered some stuttering sounds and the car stopped abruptly. Spock looked at Jim. "Is it damaged?"
The captain grinned sheepishly. "We ran out of gasoline, Spock." He didn't seem to be very concerned about that fact.
Spock pulled his communicator out but Jim grabbed quickly for his hand. "Stop it! What are you doing?"
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow, surprised about this reaction. "I want to call Mr. Scott so that he can transfer us to our destination or at least beam some gasoline here, if you insist to travel further in this ancient vehicle."
Smiling, Jim shook his head. "Spock, we did not really run out of gasoline."
"Then why have you said so at all?" The Vulcan did not understand anything. The entire excursion seemed to be completely absurd and illogical. He really wondered what Jim was planing. They stood at the border of an obvious deserted street. Only the weak light of the moon and the stars illuminate the landscape.
He did not have long to wait for an answer. Jim moved a little bit closer to him and let his hand rest strategically on Spock's thigh. "That was only a trick, Spock. I saw that in ancient movies and read about it in old books. If a young man wanted to seduce a girl, he travelled with her to a lonely place. Romantic situation, perhaps she's fearing the darkness a little bit, they move to warm each other - and voila, he had it easy."
Spock was not sure if he understood correctly. "You have no need to seduce me. We are already...."
Jim stroked the strong thigh up and down. "Love, I thought we could try something new. Just for fun. I wished to do this for a long time, but an aircar never runs out of gasoline."
He bent himself to Spock and placed butterfly-like kisses on the Vulcan's lips and eyelids.
"But when someone sees us..." Spock tried to push Jim away. "Besides I think the space is not enough..."
He stopped in his sentence when he suddenly found himself lying flat on his back. "Reclining-seats." Jim smiled. "Bela showed it to me as I told him that I needed the car for a date. And don't worry, at this time, I'm sure nobody will be crossing this street."
As Jim hovered over Spock and let his tongue playfully encounter a pointed ear, the Vulcan ceased his protest. He was just not able to refuse his t'hy'la anything, especially not when Jim had such good arguments.
Satisfied with his easy success, Jim stole another hot kiss from the Vulcans seductive lips. Then he opened the buttons of Spock's shirt. He was glad that he had insisted on old-fashioned clothes. That made it so much more easy then with standard uniforms.
His tongue licked around a green nipple, travelled then to the other. When his teeth raced over the slowly stiffening nipple, Spock groaned and entangled his hands in Jim's hair. That much enthusiasm had - of course - to be rewarded.
Jim lifted his head for another hot kiss. This time Spock opened his lips and let the Human tongue slip in his mouth. When they finally had to break for air, Jim whispered: "I love you".
Spock's "T'hy'la", was a groaned answer, because Jim's tongue was already again discovering the depth of a delicately pointed ear. Excited about Spock's easy co-operation Jim pressed himself more closely against the Vulcan. His trousers had already become uncomfortably tight. He wanted so badly...
A hand travelled down Spock's body. And with great satisfaction he discovered there an equally prominent bulge. Spock moaned as Jim stroked his hand seductively against his cock, while he claimed his mouth again.
Spock's hands roamed down Jim's back until they finally lay on his rounded buttocks. He kneaded them in the rhythm of Jim's kissing, pressed himself at the same time closer to the Human body. Jim entangled his hands in Spock's hair.
Trapped in the tightness of their pants their cocks rubbed against each other while the tongues probed deep in the others mouth - until it was too much for both. Gasping for air Jim broke away. "Spock, I want you... now", he moaned.
The Vulcan nodded. "Yes, t'hy'la." His voice hoarse from sheer excitement. With trembling hands, Jim tried to open the zipper of Spock's trousers. Cursing because he knocked himself repeatedly on the cars door, he finally extracted Spock from his shoes, pants and briefs.
Then he managed to undress himself, too. "Turn around", he whispered, kissing Spock's ear one more time. The Vulcan obeyed immediately. Jim reached for the tube of lubrication which he had precautionary stored at the panel.
He prepared himself quickly then bent over Spock. A finger was slipped easily into the hot body. A second followed quickly. Moaning Spock arched back against the invaders. Jim bent down in order to nip at Spock's neck.
"Jim!" The Vulcan groaned, as Kirk hit this very special and sensitive place between his shoulder-blades. "Please..."
Jim understood and retracted his fingers, only to place the tip of his cock at the opening. He was just about to slip carefully in as a powerful blow hit him. Surprised he turned around and found the car standing right on a big tree. The hood looked suspicious crumbled.
Jim groaned at this sight and extracted himself from the Vulcan. "Damn, we must have accidentally loosened the hand-brake and the car has rolled into the tree."
Spock set up, took a look at the disaster and raised a brow. "I do believe Mr. Oxmyx will not be pleased about this."