The BLTS Archive - The Letter by C.A. Mallett --- The captain had been later than usual leaving the bridge. All things considered, it had been one bitch of a day. It started out normal enough, then mid morning all hell broke loose. It wasn't bad enough that everything on the ship decided to go berserk; people did too. Kirk had nothing but the highest praise for his crew. They performed admirably. No, it was the group of six dignitaries the Enterprise was forced to transport. There were two ships in port, the Enterprise and the Lexington. Since a commodore outranked a captain Bob Wesley left Kirk with the duty of carrying the six ambassadors from the Nensi System. By themselves each ambassador was tolerable. But the six together were the Devil's worst nightmare. Not only were they at each other's throats, but they had over half of Kirk's crew on their side. Arguments were not in short supply. Nor were the petty pranks the crew played on each other. It was near the end of shift when the main computer went into a frenzy, that was the last straw; or so Kirk thought. His patience was short. His temper - Well to say it was almost nonexistent was putting it mildly. He had snapped at everyone on the bridge until everyone was too afraid to open their mouth. Yes, one could say the Enterprise was not a happy ship. No sir. Not happy at all. --- Kirk stormed into his quarters. His mood was foul. He was tired, hungry and snapped at anyone who crossed his path. His latest argument had been with Ambassador Dal over something as trivial as deserts. Then when Scotty sided with Dal, it was the last straw. He lost it. The final payoff was full-fledged heated debate with Spock and, just when he thought things couldn't get much worse, McCoy added his two cents worth. He stormed out of the mess room when his head threatened to explode. He had just removed his gold velour shirt and tossed it at the nearest chair. It missed and landed on the floor. The console beeped and he snapped a sharp, "Now what?!" "Hi'ya, Jim-boy. Howse about youze joinna us for a drinky poo?" "McCoy, are you drunk on duty!" Kirk snapped. "Jimmy-boy, I ain't on duty. Weeze just got us a little a Lil ol' relaxin' goin' on down here. Last time I saw youze, youze was a might bit strung out." His right hand held up a bottle of blue liquid. "Ambas..ss..ss... Ambas..ss..ss....Aw shit," he swore and tried again. "Em . . . this here Dal guy got us some real fine brandy? "McCoy!" Kirk threatened through clenched teeth. "Jeeze, Jimmy-boy, youze don't hav' to shout. We ain't deaf, you know." "I don't know about deaf, McCoy. I'd say you were drunk." McCoy paid no attention to Kirk. "Don't youze go sayin' such thin's. Weeze all havin' a grand time." "Then what the hell do you want!" "Well . . ." McCoy hesitated, " I though youze might get Spock too loose . . . loosen up" (hic) "Him's go' one tight pole up his arse." "Bones!" he yelled. He was definitely not in the mood for this! "Put yourself on report!" "Sor... sor...(hic)...ry." One of the female ambassadors, who was almost completely undressed, had McCoy partially undressed. "But you see this here little gal? Well... I is just about to screw her." "McCoy! Bones...." The screen went blank. Kirk pressed a couple of other switches. "Uhura, locate Mr. Spock for me!" he snapped. A few seconds later, she replied through a lot of static. "Si.., he . . . bay." "What?" "Sir," she started, " . . . ning . . . tes . . . puter." "What?" he repeated. "Never mind, Uhura. Just do your best to get that mess cleaned up." "....Sir. Com...." Static was worse than ever. Kirk closed the screen. --- McCoy tried to take another swig from the bottle. It was extremely hard for him as the Nensi female had her hands and lips all over him. "Well now, Spocko. Why don't you join us?" "Doctor, I remind you the captain told you to put yourself on report." "Sure, he did.... Jimmy can out drink all of us, and that's the troof....truth. You know what your problem is, Spocko?" McCoy draped his hand around the Vulcan's shoulder and tried to whisper in his ear. The trouble was Dylan had him so aroused he couldn't concentrate on what he was trying to say. "Shit, Spock, don't youze know enuf to take the pole out of your butt and give the cap... capt... er...Jimmy-boy what youze wants. Itta (hic) sure straighten him out." "Doctor, I agree with the captain. You are drunk!" "Yep...and horny. Don't for...for. (hic) git th-that." Spock turned and left. He didn't hear McCoy add, "that there them boys needs a good ol' fashioned fuck to stra ...stra (hic) straighten them out. Yes saree, that's what (hic) thems (hic) need." He turned to the female. "I's (hic) got me (hic) these here plan. (Hic) It's sur (hic) gonna (hic) work fine. (hic) Soreee I ain't (hic) gonna (hic) be there when the (hic) shit flies." He finally dropped the bottle and gave into this bodily impulses. --- A shower. A nice, hot water shower was what Kirk needed. He continued to strip, letting his clothes leave a trail behind him. The hot water felt wonderful. Nothing outside his quarters was going to exist for the next half hour or so. He was going to enjoy his shower. The trillions of tiny soap bubbles worked their magic before he rinsed them down the drain. The headache which had started on the bridge earlier this morning had lessened somewhat, but it had not completely gone. After drying himself, he wrapped the damp towel around his waist and trotted off toward his bed. A rest just might finish what the shower started; to relax him and rid him of the headache. On the way to his bed he passed his desk. It was so nice to see it clear of paperwork for once. What's this, he thought? There, on the centre on his desk was an envelope. It wasn't there when he left this morning. He leaned over to take a better look. On it was written one word, "Jim," but the handwriting said lots. It was Spock's. Closer inspection revealed it was sealed with sticky tape. He tore the tape off and began to read.... -- Dearest Jim, How long have you dreamed of commanding me, not only on the bridge, but in your bed? Do you know how many times you call my name as you lie on your bed, legs wide apart, masturbating, in your sleep? Do you know how long I have waited for you to turn to me? Do you know how much it pains me to watch you turn to others when I can give you what you want? Do you know how excited I get every time I see your strong legs and your tight, rounded butt, not to mention your hairless chest, when we spar in the gym? Do you know how many times I have watched you from the shadows, as you pleasure yourself? Oh how I wish it was my hand which holds your long, thick, penis. That wonderful piece of throbbing flesh which carries your life's essence. Do you know how I yearn to be the one to touch it, to take it into my mouth and run my tongue over it, and devour that oh-so- precious golden nectar? Can you feel my body heat as I run my tongue all the way up and all the way down, around and over, until your balls, your wonderful balls, pull up so tight that they push the sweet nectar into my mouth? What difference does it make that I am male? None! If anything, it means I know you better. Do you know that I have made a special effort to know every part of you? Dearest, all I ask is chance to show you. -- Kirk suddenly found his quarters much hotter than usual.... -- Remember all those times we were forced to share accommodation? Do you remember how you blushed the first time you caught me staring at your naked body? And how flustered you became trying to explain to me why you like to sleep in the raw? Not once did I object. Why should I? Did you know I would often touch you when you were asleep? -- Had someone turned his oxygen level down as well...? -- My dearest Jim.... Do you know what an exhibitionist you are when you are in the shower? Those glass doors hide nothing. After drowning yourself under the water, you take the soap and lather it into thousands of bubbles before covering every square inch of your tender pale skin. First you cover your arms, then your chest. You give each breast and nipple individual attention. Then your soap-filled hands head south, over your tight stomach and around your hips to your sweet tender backside. Do you know that you add more soap to your hands before touching your genitals? Does the extra lubrication make your hands more slippery, more stimulating? Do you know how I wish it were my hands caressing your private parts? But then if I did, they wouldn't be private, would they? They'd belong to me, just as I would make sure that all of you belonged to me. -- Kirk couldn't believe what he was reading.... -- Oh Jim, How I've wanted to run my long soap filled hands up and down your sensual body. To have my slippery fingers all over your back, and that tight, delectable little ass. Can you imagine what it would feel like to have my fingers slithering between your dripping wet cheeks? Do I create a funny feeling in the pit of stomach as my fingers find and enter that one, tiny, forbidden entrance? -- Kirk began to sweat.... --- Are you tight, so tight that I have to start with one finger and relax you, or can I put more than one finger inside. the very first time? Will you permit me to experiment until I find your secret spot hidden deep inside. The one that will make you hard for me? -- Kirk gulped loudly.... -- Did you know I would get down on my knees to worship your golden rod? I would, you know. I'd take your delicious staff and suck on it until it was empty. All the while my fingers would work their magic keeping you hard for me. And I'd not stop. I'd keep at it until you begged me. Perhaps you would prefer to have my flesh fill you? Imagine my sword buried deep, inside filling you with love. Can you feel my crown stimulating your 'love' button. Would my thrusting excite you to the point where you'd automatically pull your family jewels tight against you, spilling a creme to bond our flesh together? -- Kirk's sex had finally woken to the written word.... -- Do you know I love the way you wrap yourself in a soft, fluffy bath towel after you finish your shower. Oh how I wish I was that towel. I'd tenderly dry your back and legs. Your hair, face, arms and chest would be next. I would expose one nipple and let my lips and tongue gently tease it. Then I would give attention to the other one. After all, I only have one mouth and I wouldn't want the other bud to get jealous. When I had you sufficiently excited, I'd lift you up in my arms and carry you to our bed. Once there I would continue to unwrap the rest of you. -- Spock's letter was having more than just a mild effect on him.... -- Jim, is my letter having the right effect on you? I sure do hope so. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to know how much I am pleasing you. Jim, my Jim, do you know how much I love you? -- Kirk swallowed several more times then continued reading . . . -- I'd start by kissing you. It's something I know you love. I'd kiss you everywhere, leaving a trail of fire that only I could extinguish. I would nip the tender flesh on your toes, behind your knees and on the inside of your thighs. Then I would kiss my way to your scrotum. After bathing it with gentle kisses I'd lick then nip until I had taken all of it into my mouth. Once there, I'd let my tongue tease the oval jewels into producing more of what I want. Then I would ease my way up your penis and drink the nectar that you so lovingly produced for me. After I had taken all you had to give I'd lift your legs up and around my neck. Then I'd lower my head until my lips touched yours, giving you a taste of what I find so delectable. While I continued to kiss you, I would slowly push myself forward until I filled your body with my love. -- Kirk's knees gave and he stumbled onto his bed . . . -- But I wouldn't be finished yet. Oh no, I want you to saver the feeling.... The feeling of how much I love you. I'd continue to shower you with kisses while my flesh would stimulate and arouse you. I'd not stop until I had buried my life's essence deep within you. Then my mouth and fingers would bring you to the brink but I wouldn't let you come. Oh no, I'd tease and torment you until you beg for release. Ever-so-slowly I'd pull out of your body, making sure you remain rock hard. Then I'd bend over you and slowly take your god into my mouth again. I'd gently lap and suck, making you climb the walls, begging to bury your body deep inside mine. -- Unable to stop reading, he continued . . . -- I carefully roll us over so you'd be on top. In command, where you should always be. Your body is a finely tuned instrument that you can do nothing but follow its own instincts. You do to me, everything I just did to you. You'd watch in wonder, as my penis grows. Twice, three times its normal size. You'd be so close I could feel your breath against me. Slowly I watch you lower your head until your lips touch the tip of my organ. Daringly, your tongue ventures to taste my alien nectar. Are you hot Jim? Hot enough and hard enough, to want me kneeling in front of you; my head on the sheets, my ass in the air, my cheeks held open by my hands and my orifice, oiled, just waiting for you? -- Kirk's penis erupted . . . -- Did I arouse your blood to boiling point? Did hot blood rush to your penis and bring it to life? Oh, Jim, I do hope so. After all this are you still going to insist that you can get what you need by masturbating or a visit the nearest cathouse? How many nights are you going to continue to lay awake only to fall asleep dreaming of what you think you cannot have? Haven't you always wanted to have one person love you? Really love you? Love everything about you? Well, I have. Jim, my love.... I have discovered I want this very badly. And when you finally realize you want to be loved, and not just fuck any warm body, I will welcome you with more than just my open arms.... -- Kirk sat frozen in time. Was this letter a joke? A very sick joke? He stared at the letter again. It was definitely Spock's handwriting, he'd swear to that. But the contents of the letter - Well. no Vulcan in his right mind would write it, would he? --- Refreshed, after his shower, Kirk slipped on the robe Spock had given him on his last birthday. He took another quick glance in the mirror, making sure everything was in place, then he entered the bathroom and knocked on the door leading into Spock's quarters. --- "Come," said the cool collected voice of his first officer. Kirk entered. He wasn't sure what to expect. Spock was sitting at his desk. Two neat piles of reports sat to the left of his terminal. "Yes, Jim?" "Er . . . yes. Em . . . Spock?' "Jim, is something wrong? You seem distracted? Did your rest not refresh you?" "Yes . . . no!" he said a bit too quickly. He moved closer and sat on the chair opposite Spock. His fingers tightened around the letter he had put into his pocket. He swallowed, and started again. "Spock, about earlier" The Vulcan cut him off. "Captain, an explanation is not required. Conditions were out of your control." "Spock, I didn't come here because of that." "I see." The Vulcan's tone had not faltered. "Then what did you come here for?" Kirk began to wonder if he was about to make an error, a very large error. "Spock, did you leave a letter on my desk?" His left eyebrow raised as he uttered, "A letter, Jim? Why would I leave a letter on your desk?" "I just want to know if you placed it there?" Good. Let him sweat a little. "Captain, I have always put my finished reports on your desk." Kirk rubbed his chin with left hand. He was beginning to sweat again. "Spock, I'm not taking about reports." He took the crumpled letter from his pocket and held it up in his right hand. "This, I'm talking about this." ""This', Captain? Exactly what is 'this'?" Spock asked as he leaned forward and took it from Kirk. Kirk blushed as he quickly grabbed the letter back. Spock learned back and formed his knitted fingers into a steeple. Then he hid his grin behind them. Kirk didn't take his eyes of him. Feelings churned deep inside. Feelings, he had not had in a very long time. "Did you write this!" he bellowed. "Jim, until I see what 'this' is for myself, I make no claims." "Did you?" Kirk repeated. "Maybe." "Did you?" Kirk asked a bit more loudly that he had intended. "As I stated, until I see it, I make no claims." Kirk stood. He was unsure of what to do. And he certainly didn't want to make a fool out of himself. Not in front of his Vulcan officer. He turned and slowly walked toward the door. Spock wasn't going to let him get off that easy. "Suppose I did write the letter." "Why?' The Human asked as he turned to face Spock.. Before Spock had said a word, he rose form his chair and stood before Kirk. His hands reached up to gently cup Kirk's face.. He leaned forward tenderly touched his lips to the Human's as he gave Kirk his first kiss. Kirk pulled back. A rosy blush coloured his face. "Spock," he whispered as his knees turned to jelly. "Why?" "I would have thought that was evident," he replied as he wrapped his arms around a trembling Kirk. "Why?" Kirk barely repeated. Spock quickly tightened his hold on Kirk to prevent him from falling. "Jim, I believe the last line I wrote was 'And when you finally realize you want to be loved and not just fuck any warm body, I will welcome you with more than just my open arms'. Obviously, you have decided to accept my offer" "Spock, I...." No more words were forthcoming. The Vulcan continued to smother his love with gentle kisses and soft caresses. "Release me!" Kirk ordered. "Never," Spock replied, kissing his beloved again. Kirk didn't fight. All he thought of were the words which Spock had written so precisely on paper. Between breaths, the Human asked, "Do you mean it?" Between nibbles, the Vulcan asked, "What?" "What... what you wrote?" Spock paused briefly. "Every word, Beloved." --- The following morning things were more than back to normal. The ship was in immaculate order again. The ambassadors had finally settled down and decided it was to their benefit and comfort to eat on different shifts. Bridge officers were no longer snapping and their leader couldn't be a better man to serve under. Kirk was first on the bridge and apologized to each and every member as they reported for duty. Spock was the last to arrive. He arrived with McCoy. Once on the bridge he nodded to Kirk and took his usual chair. McCoy stepped down and stood at Kirk's right. When the time was right he whispered to Kirk. "Good. I see Spock finally took my advice and wrote that letter to you." Kirk turned his head to look at him. "What?" McCoy's eyes quickly darted to Spock before he answered. The Vulcan nodded. McCoy's grin grew even bigger as he gently laid his hand on Kirk's shoulder and squeezed. "See, I told you all you needed was to release your tension, daily. It looks like you've both found a way. I'm happy for the two of you." Kirk's eyes darted to the Vulcan and by the time he returned them to McCoy, the good doctor had left the bridge. "Captain, did you wish something?" "What? ....er no Spock. Nothing that can't wait until later." "May I be of service?" Kirk blushed and said nothing as he sat on his chair. That funny feeling had returned, making his stomach queazy and weak at the knee. That wasn't all it was doing. He crossed his legs trying to hide his erection. How am I going to get through this shift? he thought. He jumped when a tiny voice at the back of his mind replied - with some help. Spock's calm voice aborted his problem. Thank you. You are most welcome, Beloved. --- The End