The BLTS Archive - Awash in Your Light
by T'Aaneli (t_aaneli@hotmail.com)

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Disclaimer:   Paramount-Viacom Inc. owns Star Trek,  the boys and
everything else. I only borrowed them from the library for a few
hours. They were safely returned.

This is pure sunshine and daisies. No angst. No sorrow. No serious
thinking. Just some hot and heavy fun. If you enjoy this, you can
thank my very patient betas, SamK, Greywolf, Hafital, and Islaofhope
for inspiring me ever onwards. If you don't enjoy this, I'm the only
one to blame. And now, for your reading pleasure . . . 

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Spock carefully threw a third ladle of water onto the rocks covering
the sauna stove, calculating the trajectory of the water so as to
ensure that it would hit the rocks at the base of the pipe. As the
water made contact with the heated stones, a cloud of steam rose
upwards and outwards, accompanied by a distinctive hiss.

Spock found the heat quite pleasant as it washed across his skin, then
penetrated inwards as it worked its way through his muscles, finally
settling into his bones--warming them after a long, cold, day.

How peculiar this entire concept was. Subjecting one's self to
artificial heat by pouring water over hot stones would be considered
irrational on a desert world such as Vulcan. However, here, in the
rain drenched Rockies, he could appreciate the heat.

As he completed throwing a fourth ladle of water onto the rocks, Spock
turned his head towards his bondmate reclining against the cedar
walls. Jim's body was covered in a fine sheen of water, his eyes
closed in a relaxed state.

As Spock's eyes slowly roamed along the figure beside him, from the
dampened hair clinging around his ears to the long, smooth line of his
calf resting against the railing, Spock conceded that Jim's suggestion
that they forego wrapping towels around their waist had been
appropriate. As Jim had argued, quite logically, they were in a sauna.
The privacy lock had been engaged around the entire sauna compound,
which meant that both

the sauna and the adjoining pool were theirs, and theirs alone, for
the balance of the evening.

Spock resisted the urge to lean towards Jim, to run his tongue along
the rounded edge of Jim's ear. His bondmate needed to rest, as did he.
Instead, he leaned back and contented himself with watching that
languorous golden body with his peripheral vision.

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Spock was the first to wake. Through the slight opening in the
curtained bedroom alcove, he saw muted daylight filtering into the
cabin. The distinctive sound of a light, steady, rain,
falling on a tin roof, confirmed that any outdoor activities would
involve rain gear.

He rested contentedly in the bed, enjoying the sound of his lover's
breathing.  A tousled, golden head lay on the pillow next to his. One
of Jim's arms was outstretched, lying possessively across Spock's
chest.

Dr. McCoy's arrival at their cabin yesterday had been an ill-timed
interruption in his reunion with his lover.  Nonetheless, he and Jim
had enjoyed a relaxing hour of conversation over a game of chess on
the covered porch while the doctor had been otherwise occupied in the
kitchen.

Following an early evening meal, Spock had retired to the curtained
bedroom alcove as early as politely possible, advising both the Doctor
and Jim that he was fatigued from the past week's conference on
Starbase 12.

An hour later, he had felt Jim join him, snuggling into his arms.
Contentment had lulled both into a dreamless state, interrupted only
by the occasional snore emanating from the living room couch where Dr.
McCoy had found refuge for the night.

Now, in the early morning light, but for the doctor's presence, Spock
was tempted to start kissing the fingers so casually resting on his
chest, one by one until he heard that soft, whimpering groan dragged
from his lover's throat. Remarkable. Absolutely remarkable. Until Jim
and he had become lovers , he could never have imagined the sheer
pleasure that a touch could bring. Seduction. Only now had he begun to
understand what it was to be seduced. And to seduce.

"Good morning, Spock. How much longer are you going to stare at me
before you kiss me?" Jim's husky morning voice broke Spock's reverie.
As Jim's eyes sleepily opened, he turned towards his lover. "Did you
know that when you stare at me, it's as though I can feel your fingers
caressing me?"

Spock silently considered the possibility that perhaps their bond was
evolving in a manner unexpected by the Healers on Vulcan.

"So, are you going to kiss me? Or do I have to kiss you." The teasing
tone in Jim's voice, tinged with a shade of impatience, advised Spock
that his inaction was unacceptable.

"Both alternatives are equally appealing . . .  " Spock's next words were
silenced by a kiss which threatened to devour his very essence as Jim
rolled onto his side and captured his lover's mouth.

As Jim pulled slightly away, Spock heard Jim's words, softly dropped
in his ear, " . . .   equally appealing?"

As he felt his heartbeat return to acceptable norm, Spock's command of
Federation Standard returned with eloquence. "Perhaps you are correct
Jim. From experience, you do appear to have a passion in the morning
quite distinct from my own." Learned behaviour told him to reach out
and shelter his face from the pillow he knew was headed his way with
deadly accuracy.

"Admit it Spock. While on shore leave, you're not a morning person.
Except for a certain aspect of your anatomy." Spock's hand reached out
and caught Jim's in a steel clamp as it started its journey down and
underneath the quilt. "Jim. We are not alone."

The finality in his voice was intended to tell Jim that this was one
seduction he was not going to complete.  Recognizing defeat, Jim
sighed and deposited a kiss on Spock's collarbone. "Can't we get rid
of him yet?"

"We can. However, that will require that we rise and prepare a morning
meal. Shall we?" Spock's eyebrow delicately rose for the occasion.

"Fine. You win. Duty and responsibility calls. Why don't you stay in
bed while I get up and relight the fire. It feels like Bones forgot to
turn on the back-up heat last night."

After one further lingering kiss, Spock felt Jim jump out of bed and
heard him cursing the cold as his feet landed on the floor. As one
hand grabbed a pair of drawstring pants, the other opened the curtains
to allow Jim out of the alcove. Moments later, Spock was back in the
partial darkness, pulling the blankets closer. He had to concur---the
passion of his human in the morning was most pleasant.

---

The view was striking: a sliver of green lake nestled at the end of a
ravine created by a glacier's withdrawal, steep mountains surrounding
them on all sides.

After some initial reluctance, primarily due to the inclement weather,
Spock had agreed to Jim's suggestion that they take advantage of the
hiking trails in the area.  Dr. McCoy had politely declined their
offer to join them, complaining about an ache in the thoracic area of
his spine, aggravated by sleeping on the couch.

Efficiently, due to years of preparing for various outings of one
nature or another, Spock and Jim had packed the essentials for
mountain hiking. Donning dark green ponchos, they had headed out.

"Spock." A questioning tone in Jim's voice made Spock turn. "What do
you think? A small log cabin up here in the mountains . . . a place to
retreat from Starfleet , from duty and responsibility . . .   just for us."

Jim's eyes turned to him. There was an unvoiced plea in those eyes, a
look of longing that would have swayed Spock to agree even if he did
not approve of the idea.

There was so little in their personal lives that he could refuse Jim.
Their time alone was so precious. While on duty, he was the
quintessential first officer. Duty came first, relationships second.
He would, and had, questioned the captain's motives when, and as,
required. They were an incomparable command team--shieldmates.

But away from the Enterprise, away from Starfleet, it was Jim and
Spock . . .  alone.

Bondmates.  And they needed a place to call their own.

"The idea is most appealing. Provided of course that the cabin has a
modern heating system. Although fireplaces are aesthetically appealing
. . . " His next words were suppressed by the feel of his lover's lips,
silencing anything he may have intended to say. How peculiar this
habit that Jim was developing of using his body to terminate a series
of words or actions which were intended to be amusing at Jim's
expense.

Ten seconds later he felt Jim's lips leave his own. He could still
feel his lover's thoughts in his mind, regretful that they were in
public, that they would have to separate.

His own rules, that they could not express their affection when
subject to public scrutiny.  How tempting it was to dissolve those
rules on the spot.  He would need to give serious consideration to
revising that aspect of their relationship prior to the conclusion of
their shore leave.

As they drew apart, Spock heard the sound of footsteps approaching
from the lower trail.

Perhaps Jim's hearing had in fact become keener since they had become
bondmates and lovers. With the impending arrival of other hikers,
Spock and Jim continued their journey upwards.

---

They had returned to the resort shortly before 1700 hours to the
pleasant experience of an empty cabin. They had found a brief note in
Dr. McCoy's scrawled handwriting, informing them that he had chosen to
go out tonight. And, in appreciation of providing him shelter the
night before, he had arranged a gift-- a sauna reservation for Spock
and Jim--for tonight.

---

As he threw the seventh ladle full of water onto the rocks, Spock
glanced over again at his lover. He could resist no longer. He shifted
closer, quietly so as not to disturb him. Slowly, he leaned over,
breathing in the intoxicating scent of his beloved. He was overwhelmed
with a desire to run his tongue along the curve of Jim's jaw. He
succumbed to the temptation, tasting the cool sweat, the salty taste
of his beloved's skin.

He felt Jim's pleasure, bubbling upwards out of the langour Jim had
drifted into on the waves of the heat. He felt Jim's hand, cool as an
eddy of spring water, reach upwards, caress his cheek, directing his
lips towards Jim's. Those lips, so absolutely irresistible, waiting to
be kissed.

But he would make him wait. Spock reached up with his own hand, caught
Jim's fingers, entangled them in his own. His other hand stretched
around his mate's shoulders, drawing him close. "Spock . . .  " Jim's husky
voice broke the silence.

Spock's mouth traced a path down Jim's chest. Zeroing in on the
nipples, Spock ran his tongue around one, then the other, flicking
gently at the softened aureole first, then latching onto the nipple as
it stiffened under his tongue. He heard Jim groaning.

"Spock . . .  ". There was a desperation underlying his voice which made
Spock look upwards into a morass of raw hunger and passion.

He could resist no longer. As he straightened up, he felt Jim's arms
closing around him. He felt his lover's passion drawing him ever
closer until they melted together as one, lips upon lips, arms
entwined, bodies melded together, two hard cocks pressing together.

Spock felt Jim's hands gliding down his back and returning upwards in
long, smooth motions. His own hands were methodically kneading away
the exhaustion in his lover's back, each pleasuring the other.

But within moments, the days of separation, the teasing of the night
before, finally took their toll. Jim drew back from the kiss,
breathless, but determined.

"Spock. I need you. Now." There was a command tone to his voice that
Spock instinctively responded to. Both men needed something. Something
only the other could provide.

Spock rose from the bench. He stretched out a hand towards Jim.
Without pausing, Jim accepted the hand, stepping down from the bench.
They opened the interior sauna door and entered the dressing area.
Within seconds they had drawn one another down onto the dressing
bench.

Although called a dressing bench, in terms of size it was more akin to
a twin bed in width and length, covered with a thin sheet of white
cotton, pillows at both ends. For a moment, Spock felt the cool of
that sheet behind his back, the barest whisper of the evening breeze
dancing across his skin from an open window. But all of those
sensations were obliterated when he felt Jim's lips touch him again. 

Fire. Fire everywhere. Jim's lips and tongue were creating havoc on
his skin, one moment he felt them nuzzling the hollow at the base of
his neck, the next they were outlining the muscles of his abdomen in
long, slow, tantalizing strokes.

Dispelling the inclination he felt to simply recline backwards and
allow his lover to pleasure him, Spock's mouth started a seduction of
Jim's fingers. One by one, each finger slowly disappeared into that
silken mouth, until finally Spock focussed on that last thumb, slowly
running his tongue up from the base, swirling around the tip of the
thumb and then returning with excruciating slowness to the base,
finally engulfing it in one swift movement.

<T'hy'la . . .  No more  . . .   Please, I can't . . .  > Jim's anguished plea
flooded across the bond.

Drawing back for a fraction of a moment from the heat that was
consuming him, Spock allowed a rare half-smile to flit across his
lips. Apparently he was improving at the art of seduction.

<No more, T'hy'la? Do you wish me to stop this?> Spock gently bit down
on one of Jim's nipples, evoking a tiny cry. <Perhaps you wish to
return to our cabin. Perhaps play a game of cards?> His lips claimed
Jim's mouth again as one of his hands worked it's way underneath Jim's
back, carefully avoiding the rigid cock,  and started a slow,
circular, deep massage of Jim's butt cheeks.

<Or perhaps you would rather that I lie back and allow you to do with
me as you please?> As he gently questioned his beloved, never
releasing the mouth he held captive with his own demanding lips, he
ever so gently starting probing at Jim's opening, running two fingers
slowly along the rim. He felt Jim's hips shift slightly, arching up
towards him.



He felt Jim gasp, it's intensity stifled by the pressure of lips upon
lips, as one finger slowly

slipped in. Spock paused, reluctantly releasing Jim's mouth. "T'hy'la
. . .  would you rather . . . "

"NO." There was a rawness to Jim's voice.

Jim's hands and lips were everywhere on Spock's body, all at the same
time. Cool fingers running down his back, cupping his own buttocks,
pulling him closer. Hands running through the damp silk of his hair. A
tongue outlining the contour of his ear. A hand tracing it's way down
the fur of his chest, tangling itself in the hair around his cock,
then cupping his balls, one by one.  Was he groaning now? Was it Jim?
The world had long since faded away, leaving the two lovers alone in a
blaze of heat and coolness, passion and tenderness.

Jim's mouth had seized his again, those lips demanding attention.
Surrendering to Jim's oral assault, Spock slowly added a second
finger, exploring Jim's opening further, slowly massaging and
stretching. Despite their raw hunger, Spock's control held. He would
not cause pain.

Spock felt Jim's hips arching towards him. He felt Jim's hand latching
onto his cock, abandoning the balls he had been caressing and
tickling. Slowly, methodically, through the bond, Spock shared in
Jim's pleasure as Jim stroked along the shaft of Spock's cock, upwards
and downwards, alternating pressure and direction. He could feel Jim's
overpowering urge to sink downwards and take his cock into his mouth,
running his tongue upwards along the pulsing underside of the shaft,
flicking the tip of his tongue along the double ridges, then
retreating downwards and taking each of his balls into his mouth. But
even more, Spock could feel Jim's desire to be taken by his lover. No.
Jim wanted to be fucked. Now.

Spock felt Jim's hand releasing itself from the base of his cock, felt
the heat of Jim's breath in his ear. "Spock. Fuck me. Now." The words
were whispered in a harsh, primal tone, demanding immediate
compliance.

As Jim released the hand cradling Spock's head, he reclined further
into the softly cushioned bench. Spock rose for a moment, but upon his
return, saw Jim's lips twitching into a smile as he saw the small
bottle of oil he had returned with.

<Massage oil . . .  for me?> Spock sensed the teasing tone in his lover's
thoughts, but felt it dissolve as he saw the look of pure raw desire
in his own eyes, reflected in Jim's. He felt Jim's awe and celebrated
in it, the endless awe of the depths of desire and passion which each
inspired within the other.  Spock could see the thought, burning in
Jim's mind <What have I done right to deserve spending my life with
this beautiful Vulcan?>

As Spock stared at his lover, he wondered if Jim truly had any
realization as to how beautiful he was. Lying on the white cotton
sheet, he was a golden god, hazel eyes glowing in the soft light of
the oil lamp. And he was all his. His shieldmate. His bondmate. His
human lover. How endlessly remarkable. Jim's joy rippled through their
bond in response to his thoughts.

Gently, Spock reached for his lover's chin. And they kissed,  a kiss
which threatened to carry both of them away with its own depth and
passion. A kiss which blended darkness with light, passion with calm
reserve.

Reluctantly, they both pushed away from the other. Just as Jim was
about to turn over, Spock stopped him with a slight touch and a shake
of the head.

As Jim reclined against the sheets, Spock gently started nudging the
tip of his cock against Jim's opening. As he felt Jim relaxing,
pushing subtly against his cock, Spock felt the first entry. He
hesitated, as he always did, fearful of causing pain. Jim's hand
reached upwards, wrapping around Spock's neck and reassuring him
through their bond <No pain . . .  please . . .  I need you>.

Slowly, every so slowly, Spock penetrated further, until finally, he
was all the way in. He saw a radiant smile cross Jim's features, and
knew that it was echoed softly in his own eyes. He felt a pair of hot
lips brush across his mouth in the most tender of touches. Then he
felt Jim's hips start to rock, encouraging him onwards.

Unconsciously, both lovers began to match their rhythms, their bodies
reading one another, their minds blending together in a mosaic of
colour, touch, and sensation, their bond conveying to the other the
absolute pleasure each was deriving from the other.

As he felt his own orgasm building, so could he feel Jim's, their
physical union merging as they went over the precipice together,
dissolving into a shower of light and embers and overwhelming bliss.

---

"Spock."

"Hmmmm." An enchantingly contented voice answered his query.

"Would you care to join me for a swim?. We do have a pool right
outside. I hear it's pleasantly heated."

"Hmmmm." Most definitely non-committal.

"Spock . . .  " Jim's voice was accompanied by fingers which threatened to
tickle him.

"Would you not rather stay in this pleasant heat?". Spock's voice was
definitely petulant now.

"And what if I suggested that there are certain acts which are best
done underwater?"

Jim could see the eyebrow as it rose on the face lying next to his.
"Would you care to elaborate prior to my decision being made?"

Jim reached for that beautifully pointed ear and whispered some quite
descriptive suggestions. He could feel the eyebrow rising higher and
higher. As he finished, he felt Spock starting to shift.

Moments later, Spock was standing, offering his hand to his lover.
"Shall we?"

And so they ventured out into the starlit night.


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The journey continues
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