The BLTS Archive- Anniversary Gifts by Rae Trail (rae_trail@yahoo.com) --- I refuse to apologize, just so you know in advance. Contains explicit m/m adoration and implied sex.. Never mind unless you hate that kinda thing, then don't read it. Both men owned by Paramount. Ain't no infringement meant, ain't no money made. Archives: BLTs, ASCEM others ask. --- A lull in the lovemaking. Jim hoisted himself onto one elbow and surveyed his partner, sprawled on his side, one arm thrown over Jim's waist, one leg over his thigh. Not asleep but perfectly content, breathing slow. The dark hair was tousled. Spock's ridiculously long eyelashes fanned down toward his cheeks, and the greenish lips were parted slightly and the least bit swollen. *Utterly adorable*, Jim thought. He smiled softly, then lifted the arm from his waist. Spock stirred, and one dark eye opened. "Nothing, love," Jim whispered. "Relax. I just need the head." Spock moved away, releasing him. Jim slid off the bed, clenching his anal sphincter tightly to contain the remnants of their earlier exercise, and padded quietly out of the room. He turned on the bath to its preset temperature for humans, then quickly relieved himself and slid into the hot water. A slight grin tugged at his mouth as he soaped up, remembering where the Vulcan's hands had done similar things to him recently, with different results... Shook his head and finished his cleansing routine, rinsed and stood up. Jim dried himself thoroughly, then perused his selection of creams and powders. He didn't want anything too aphrodisiac, he wanted to see Spock's real reaction to his offering. He chose a non-scented body cream and began to rub himself down, his cock already stirring slightly with visions of what would happen when he returned to the bedroom. Moisturizing finished, he decided on a delicately scented musk oil, and anointed himself sparingly, knowing Spock enjoyed complex scents but loved to smell his human over all. Clean and relaxed, Jim spared a moment to contemplate himself in the mirror. Not bad, he thought. Not bad. He let his hands travel lightly over his body, caress his slowly arousing cock and balls. Sat down on the edge of the tub and inspected his feet, making sure there were no rough callouses that might interfere with Spock's enjoyment. Then, almost pretending he didn't know what he was doing, he bent down and pulled the secret parcel from inside the cupboard under the sink. A noise from the other room made him freeze, then stuff the package back into the cupboard and stand up as Spock's light footfall approached. "Jim? May I come in? I need to use the head." "Of course." Jim reached for a container of neutral scented powder and smiled as Spock came into the room and stopped at the urinal. "I thought I'd get cleaned up," he offered, as Spock lifted his cock and began to piss. Spock looked over. "You smell very nice." Spock acknowledged. He shook himself, then used a tissue for the last remnants before washing his hands. "Are you coming back to bed?" "In a minute. You go on." Spock nodded and left. When the door was closed again Jim knelt quickly to retrieve the package and stood up. Listened. Very carefully undid the wrapping, opened the box and withdrew the hard/soft object inside. Inspected it, his imagination sending his cock to full arousal and his heart to pounding. *Yes* he thought. *He'll like this*. He closed the box and set the package on the counter, the picked up a short robe from the back of the door and tied it around himself. His erection tented it in front, but he didn't think Spock would mind that! Took a deep breath and, lifting the package in one hand, walked back out to the bedroom. Spock was lying back against the pillows, a remote-pad on his knee. He set it aside as Jim entered, smiling softly. "Looks like you have a problem, there," he said, eyes moving from Jim's face to his obvious erection. "Do you require any assistance?" "Eventually, Spock." Jim held out the package. "For you." Spock's eyebrows came down together in a very human expression. "It's not our anniversary, nor is it my birthday. To what...?" "Ah! It is an anniversary, though I hardly supposed you'd consider it one." Jim settled onto the edge of the bed as Spock took the parcel and blinked at him. "It's the anniversary of the first time you and I made love, Spock. You must know how sentimental we humans can get." Spock's features softened. "So it is. To... almost the second. You... shame me. I have nothing for you." "No more you should. Human sentimentality, and all that. Go on, open it. I'm dying, here." Jim grinned and Spock turned his attention to the parcel. Undid the ribbon and opened the top, then gazed in perplexity at what was within. "I... do not know what this is, Jim." Jim moved over on the bed, mischief in every line of his body. "It's a sort of.. cock ring, Spock." "Pardon me?" "Mmmm. It fits around your penis behind your scrotum. For added longevity of erection. You see, wearing this, you can't lose your hard-on, no matter what." Spock's eyebrow climbed. "Am I not satisfying you?" "Oh, for heaven's sake, Spock! Of course you are! I am the happiest man in the Federation. It's a toy, an experiment I thought you might like to try." Spock looked down at the offering, lifted it out of the box. "And then... I don't understand what this hard part is, with the... is this a remote of some kind?" "Got it in one. That's a vibrator. It fits over your balls and it snuggles up against your scrotum to increase your pleasure." Spock looked up suddenly, dark eyes huge. "I can't imagine anything increasing my pleasure with you, James." Jim bit his lip and lifted a hand toward the toy. "I don't want you to think..." "I feel what you feel about this." Spock handed the box to Jim and then bent over and licked the human's lips. Jim saw the bedclothes around Spock's crotch stir . "I'm pleased that you thought of my pleasure over your own." Jim held the box and shook his head. "I didn't, I assure you. I thought we'd both enjoy this." "I'm assuming I have to be erect before I employ this device?" A hand swirled over Jim's chest, slid under the robe, briefly caressed each nipple. Jim nodded, dumb. Spock moved away then, lay back on the bed and pushed the covers off of his body. He smiled a half-smile at Jim, lightly stroked his half erection. "Perhaps you'd assist me in that, then, before you put that fascinating device on me?" --- Yes, that really is all! It's sex-toy interruptus! Cheers, all, and enjoy where your head can take you from here. --- The End