The Blts Archive- May I Buy You A Drink?
by T'Lin (linkys@aol.com)

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Note: Part of the Kirk/Spock Online Festival

Warning: contains m/m sex ... you know the drill. If this is not your
thing, or if you're under age, read no further. It's that simple.

Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom, owns all things TREK, I just borrow the
boys once in a while for a little R&R. I promise to return them,
unharmed, when I am done. I make no money off of this, this was
written purely for the fun of it ... and because I can not pass up a
challenge >:-] ... no copyright infringement intended.

T'Lin - 0010.13

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As usual, Spock declined our invitation. I really don't know what it
will take to get him to join us. McCoy has behaved himself lately, and
I really thought that Spock had 'loosened up' in the months since our
last shore leave. I thought this would be the time.

But, alas, no ... he says the idea of 'bar hopping' and 'girl
watching' does not interest him. I thought about mentioning the
inevitable outcome of such evenings of entertainment, but Bones didn't
think that would have been incentive, either.

Too bad, because I really want to jump his bones. I mean, McCoy is a
good fuck buddy, but I'm *really* hot for Spock. I think McCoy knows
this, but has never complained. Hell, I think, deep down, he, too,
wants Spock. 

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This was the third establishment we have been to tonight ... seeing
all the gorgeous babes, in their skin tight outfits, is really getting
me horny. As Bones and I make our way towards the bar, I rub up
against him, and feel his cock, rock hard against my thigh. I love it
when the room is this crowded ... you can give someone a hand job,
with none the wiser. As I order us a round, he's rubbing my cock with
one hand, and pinching my ass with the other ... lightly humping my
thigh at the same time.

Of course, the night is young, so he stops once he's gotten my
attention ... I smile over at him, and mouth 'later', as I hand him
his drink.

As we sit at the bar, Bones notes that the crowd here is different
that at the last two establishments. They had both been strictly
straight ... this one appeared to be more of a 'mixed' nature. We had
heard that there was a wide variety of tastes represented along the
'strip' ... and here was our first encounter with some of the
alternatives.

McCoy seemed to be enjoying the show, lightly fingering his bulge as
he  finished off his bourbon. I found his actions almost as
stimulating as the action on the dance floor. Moments later, he
invited me to join him in the head ... I agreed ... it was definitely
time for a blow-job.

Obviously, we were not the first to seek relief of this nature in the
back ... there were small rooms, some with couches, and reclining
chairs ... others with more exotic paraphernalia. We quickly made use
of one of the less ostentatious of the rooms.

Bones opened his trousers, releasing his swollen dick ... and reclined
on the low chair. Before kneeling on the cushions provided, I released
my own cock ... the sight of Bones' reclining like that making me ache
with need.  

I knelt, and firmly grabbed Bones' cock around the base, as my tongue
circled the head ... I knew that the light flicking of my tongue on
his cockhead drove him wild. I could feel the heat radiating from him,
as I licked the pre-cum from the tip.

Ever so slowly, I inched further down, licking around the tip, then
lightly sucking ... first only the head ... then, an inch or two ...
till I finally opened my throat, and took in his full length. His
moans of pleasure urged me on ... as I moved up and down on his shaft,
my other hand furiously pumping my own cock in the same rhythm.

In minutes, I could feel the telltale tightening in my gut ... and by
his moans, I knew he would come soon, too. With one final deep
throated thrust, he came, spurting his hot juices into my mouth, as I
convulsively swallowed.

I held back my own release ... how, I'll never know, but when he was
spent, I stood, and pressed my engorged cock in his face. Feeling him
close his lips  over my hot flesh, I came instantly, and explosively.

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Once sated, we took a few moment to clean up, then proceeded to move
on to the next establishment. By the sign outside, this one promised
to be even more interesting ... it was definitely a 'gay bar' ... no
mixing here.

As we entered, I looked around ... and stopped short. Bones, not
paying  attention to me, as he also took in the scene, bumped into me,
then asked what was wrong. I pointed to the figure sitting at the bar,
talking animatedly with the person next to him.

McCoy's jaw dropped. He was shocked, to say the least ... he never
expected to see *him* here ... not in a million years. As he regained
his composure, he asked me what I was going to do. I told him, quite
plainly, that I was going over to him, and offer to buy him a drink.

Surprisingly, McCoy tried to dissuade me from this tactic ... he
thought it would be embarrassing ... after all, I was the Captain ...
this wasn't the type of establishment *I* would be frequenting while
on shore leave.

I told him that I didn't care ... it was high time someone, besides
him, knew I liked men as well as women. Besides, this was the kind of
break I'd been waiting for. I couldn't let this opportunity slip past
me.

Bones decided he wanted nothing to do with it ... I guess he was a
little jealous, after all. As he left, he said he'd see me back on the
ship. At least he told me to have a good time.

I made my way towards the bar ... making sure I stayed out of his line
of sight. As I got within a few feet of him, however, it was as if he
sensed my presence there. He turned, surprise evident on his face, as
he saw me standing next to him.

I took him in ... my god, what a magnificent sight! He was dressed in
skin tight black leather ... the pants clearly showing the double
ridges of his cock, and the extent of his arousal. The open vest
showing off his muscular physique.

I saw him looking me over, as well ... his scrutiny adding to my own
arousal. My denim jeans were suddenly overly tight.

Reaching up to touch his delicately pointed ear, I told him how nice
it was to see him here ... and asked if I could buy him a drink. He
accepted, but admitted to being surprised to see me in such an
establishment ... I admitted a similar reaction to seeing him here,
then informed him that the night was young ... there were bound to be
more surprises before it was over.

As I was attempting to get the bartender's attention, there was a
change in the music ... suddenly, there was a slow, sensual, pulsing
beat ... very erotic ... Spock asked me to dance, and I could not
refuse. We joined the growing throng on the dance floor ... bodies
swaying and grinding to the rhythmic beat. The heat coming off of his
body, as he moved against me, was intense ... his touch, sending bolts
of pleasure to all my senses.

As we danced, I felt myself losing control ... my lust was
overwhelming. When he whispered in my ear, asking me to come with him,
I never hesitated. Before I knew it, we were in a small transporter
room, then suddenly, in his quarters, on the ENTERPRISE.

We were tearing at each others clothing ... desperate for the release
we both craved. Once stripped, he lifted me, and threw me onto the
bed, face down. Spreading my legs, he knelt between them ... his
strong hands massaging my ass ... his tongue, licking the tight
opening to my inner self.

I moaned with the pleasure of it ... and cried out for more when he
stopped his ministrations. Soon, however, I felt his well lubricated
finger slide into me ... followed almost immediately by a second, then
a third. I nearly came when his fingers brushed against my prostate
... and knew it would take no time at all, once his cock penetrated
me.

Well stretched and lubricated, Spock grabbed me by the hips, to bring
me to my knees. I felt his cock press against my ass, and slip in
slowly. I tried to impale myself on his shaft, but he forced me to
slow down, he said that he did not want to come too quickly.

He pressed in half way, then pulled out almost completely. Our moans
were simultaneous, and he thrust forward, just as I thrust back ...
till he was fully encased in my tight ass. We both stopped, held in
place by the sheer pleasure we were feeling.

As he started to move, he reached around to grab my cock ... pumping
in  rhythm to his thrusts. My orgasm was almost instantaneous ... as I
felt his hot seed pump into my depths. When he was spent, he collapsed
beside me on the bed.

When we had recovered, I asked if this meant he would be joining us on
our next shore leave, to which he replied, had he known this was the
inevitable conclusion of such shore leaves, he would have joined us
long ago.

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The End