The BLTS Archive - The Kiss Trilogy II
Winter Kiss
by Gayle Rochefort-Potts (hegrp@sprint.ca)

(c)January 2000

DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns them... I am only playing with them... no
money will be earned, I assure you.

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Spock watched his breath cloud hang then disappear in the crisp
frigid air. He pulled the collar of the arctic parka tighter around
his neck, though the action was illogical; since it made no
difference as to how warm he felt. He continued to follow Captain
Kirk through the drifts of snow.

Kirk stopped trudging through the deep snow then turned. "Getting
cold?" He asked with a very slight smile. There was a part of him
that was enjoying the Vulcan's annoyance with the cold. Another part
of him appreciated every awkward step Spock took... just to indulge
himself.

"Jim, the temperature is minus ten degrees Celsius, it would be
illogical not to be getting cold." He shivered again. He looked to
the bright hazel eyes and the red-flushed cheeks. It was beyond his
comprehension how anyone could 'enjoy' this weather, with the
possible exception of Mr. Chekov. Jim seemed to be enjoying himself.
He was waiting for his answer, not accepting this generic one that he
had given. "I am chilled but not cold."

Jim winked. "Good, so we can stay out a little bit longer. Wouldn't
want you to get too cold." He drew in a breath as he took in the
scenery that lay before them. Vast. White. Untouched. Seemingly
perfect. "Every time I see this, I am amazed by it."

Spock lifted his eyebrow. "What is it that is amazing to you?" He
shivered slightly. He pulled the hood of the parka tighter then
checked the fit of the gloves and tugged down on the sleeves a
little, attempting to keep as much of his body warmth in and the
invading cold out.

"It's so... white and untouched. One day it can be green, needing to
be cut and then you wake up the next and its like this..." Kirk
squinted against the brightness then looked to Spock. "Do you
understand it?"

"Not the emotional connection that you seem to experience but it is
an esthetically pleasing view."

Kirk frowned. "Esthetically pleasing?" He let out a sigh. "Couldn't
come up with anything more scientific than that?" He was teasing
Spock now. Spock was being tolerant of this pleasure and he knew he
should not prolong the Vulcan's discomfort. Jim shivered; even his
tolerance of the cold had its limits now, too much living in
controlled environments. "Well, I am ready to go in. Are you?"

"Yes." Spock answered abruptly and began to head straight for the
farmhouse. His steps into the deep snow were fast and on a direct
route to the house. Whenever the ship was close to Earth, this was
Jim's favoured stop for shore leave... for more than one reason.

"Hey wait up." Kirk called to him. He was short of breath and could
feel the ache of the cold in his chest and throat after this short
run through the snow. "Anxious aren't you?"

"I do not enjoy the cold." Spock stated clearly and without emotion.

"I know." Kirk hurried ahead of Spock then blocked his path. "Wait...
before we go in." He looked back to the farmhouse and fondly recalled
that cold day a very long time ago. He pulled off his gloves, tucked
them into his pockets then stepped towards the Vulcan. "Ears cold?"

Spock smiled. Tradition. Jim's hands pushed their way into the hood
and found his ears. This time they were warm but the sentiment was
the same. "Yes." Spock answered in a low soft tone. He did not have
to wait long and Kirk's warm mouth was pressed passionately against
his. Yes, one could argue the logic of all of this, to experience
this very different sensation... freezing cold one moment then to
consider the rash notion of throwing off their parkas and clothes to
pull him closer...it was almost worth it.

Kirk moved slowly from Spock's warm mouth, licking his lips savouring
the flavour and feel of the kiss. "I can't seem to get enough of you
lately." He met the Vulcan's dark eyes. God, he loved that look and he
could drown in those eyes. He looked around them. "I think I have had
enough of this scenery for one day." He kissed him again. "Now, onto
the more enjoyable scenery." He chuckled at the raised eyebrow and
knew the thought was shared. "Come on, Vulcan. I have a few ways I can
warm you up."

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The trail of clothing began at the door. Boots, gloves and coats, all
left in a pile on the floor. Jim assured Spock that he would hang
everything up later, as he always did. The next trail began at the
bottom of the stairs; fleet issued thermal sweater, one shirt then
another draped on the stairs. There were a few steps left empty, this
had been the place where Jim kissed Spock again. Going up the stairs
backwards was awkward, Jim had told Spock, but he was willing to
experience the challenge. More kisses, getting hungry now, as
whispered promises reached Spock's pointed ears. Kirk's t-shirt had
been pulled off and left on the railing partially folded. On the
landing was Spock's t-shirt, tossed in a heap. Jeans were dropped,
tripped over and were it not for Vulcanoid muscle, Jim would have
landed face first. Jim waited until they reached the bed before he
pulled at Spock's pants. They were easily removed.

Covers were drawn back, as the lovers climbed into the bed in a
flurry of kisses. The covers were pulled back over them enjoying
their newfound warmth. They relaxed, laying there kissing, touching
and whispering for only a short time.  Jim couldn't wait any longer
and Spock's remaining clothes were stripped off and pushed out from
under the covers. He kissed him gently and as his body covered the
Vulcan's, the kiss became harder and more passionate.

Kirk lifted his head to draw in the breath he needed. He moaned as
Spock's warm hands began to caress their way down his back. Spock
pulled him closer then trailed kisses along his chest. No matter how
many times it happened, it gave Jim a chill. He shivered and not from
the cold. Spock's lips were so warm against his skin.

"Warming up?" Jim asked softly.

"Beginning to." Spock tasted the cooler body. He moved slowly down
Jim's body, trying to taste every inch of him. So unique was this
human, that he could cause Spock's logic to 'fly out the window' as
the saying went. His tongue touched his taut nipple and Spock was
rewarded with a gasp. He rolled Jim onto his side as he continued to
work his way down Jim's body.

Jim sighed contentedly as the Vulcan moved lower. He lay there
savouring every touch. Spock's hands were skilled in whatever he did
and in his opinion, this was the best. He smiled to himself as Spock's
hands ran down his leg and Spock's breath was felt on his hips.

Jim reached to Spock's hips pulling them closer to him. His hands
caressed the warm silky skin then leaned forward to taste the Vulcan's
skin. Spock let out this low hum that was always Jim's undoing. It
awakened a hunger for Spock.

Long term relationships had their advantages, as their hands seemed
to find each other's hard members at almost the same time.  Jim's
mouth engulfed the double-ridged penis a heart beat before Spock
tasted Jim's. Knowing exactly where to touch, how to touch and the
thrill of satisfaction were all that were needed. They reached their
climax almost at the same time, each taking pleasure in the other's
release and their own satisfaction.

Jim lay back against the pillow. "Spock, this gets better every
time." He opened his eyes in time to see Spock's head appear from
under the covers. He shifted slightly making room for the Vulcan to
share his pillow. He reached for the pointed ears, covering them then
pulling him into a kiss. "Ears warm yet?"

Spock took one of Jim's hands. He brushed the palm with his lips then
nodded. "They are improving." They settled in each other's arms. He
had given up asking Jim why they continued with this chain of events
every time they managed to spend time here when it snowed. It was this
Human's unique logic and that was sufficient to the cause. "And I
trust that you are warmer."

Jim smiled. "Getting there." He settled closer to Spock, if it was
possible, then closed his eyes. He listened to the Vulcan's calm
breathing, felt the faster than human heartbeat racing (at rest) and
basked in the heat that the Vulcan's body radiated.

Spock pulled the covers in tighter, shivered then rested his head on
Jim's shoulder. They had an hour or so before preparations should
begin on supper, unless Jim decided that they would 'order in' again.
In which case, they had most of the evening with little planned. "Have
you decided on whether or not to retain ownership of the farm?" Spock
broke the silence.

Jim moaned then sighed. "Think I will hang on to it. Peter might
start coming out here some time." He paused. "And if he ever has a
family, this would be a great place to get away from it all."

Enveloped in their own kind of intimacy, they lay there in silence
for some time, listening to the muted sounds from outside. The soft
whistling of the wind whipping around the house. The rustling of the
crisp dried leaves that had stubbornly hung on to the branches. The
far off sounds of the geese, their high pitched nasal honking as they
flew overhead. Then the sound of the front door opening.

Jim sat up slightly.

"Jim?" Came the inquiring but familiar voice from downstairs.
"Spock?" then some mumbling. "Of course you two are here."

Jim lay back grinning. "He's early." He mumbled to the sleepy Vulcan
by his side.

"It's okay. Don't rush down and greet me or anything." McCoy called
up as he stepped over the pile of clothes. He made a comment about
grown men and picking up after themselves. "I have my bourbon. Hope
you made decent coffee this time."

Kirk detected the smile in his chief medical officer's voice. Kirk
grinned to himself as he tucked his hands up behind his head.

McCoy hung his coat up and kicked off his boots into the customary
corner. Making himself at home it seemed. "I get to go on vacation
too." He muttered away to himself then headed into the living room.
Taking in the familiar and looking for anything new, his gaze caught
at something that warmed his heart. He picked up a few of the
holopics and stopped at one. "My dear Wynonna, you are missed."

He looked up to the ceiling. "If you two are not down in the
morning... I am calling a medical alert." He chuckled as he imagined
the expressions on their faces, especially Spock's.

"It's a deal, Bones."

McCoy laughed out loud at the remark and the squeak of the old-style
bed that he knew was done on purpose. He dropped into a near-by
armchair then pulled out a book from the bookcase. He read the title,
"It'll do." He remarked to the book itself, dropped it into his lap
then cracked the seal on his bottle of bourbon and poured out a
generous amount into the glass he had grabbed on the way in here. His
eyes appreciated the amber coloured liquid as he swirled it in its
glass. He listened for the faint whispering as the other two debated
getting out of bed or not. With the first swallow of the bourbon, he
felt the contentment of being exactly where he wanted to be. "Now this
is a way to spend R&R."

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continued in the Kiss Trilogy III - 'Secret Kiss'