The BLTS Archive - Ship Tales:
Privately Hidden
by Dale (valioffire@yahoo.com)

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Edit: Kathy R.

Disclaimer: Others own Star Trek. I play with their toys.

Author's Note: For Slasherfem, Ship Tales Challenge.

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Spock watched Jim struggle into tight, ragged shorts. He was intrigued
by the sheer, glittering cream top that stopped two inches below his
Human's nipples.

"Like it?" Attaching a gold looped earring to his belly button to
match the one on his ear, Jim looked up to catch the slight smile
caress Spock's lips. "I'm a heathen."

Both brows lifted. "Indeed. You do look uncivilized. It seems fitting,
considering the occasion."

Jim straightened and looked at his first officer. "Why aren't you
dressed?"

"I am dressed. This is a fresh uniform."

With a frown, Jim scolded, "You promised me you would go to the
Halloween bash. Where's your costume?"

"I'm wearing it," Spock stated without losing eye contact.

"Spock. . . you promised."

"Indeed." Spock stepped closer. Sliding his hand under the sheer
garment, he teased a nipple wickedly. Bending forward, he whispered,
"Unzip me."

The lusty deep voice made Jim quiver. Reaching a hand to the cherished
face, he rubbed the thin lips longingly. "No time, my love."

Spock nipped the digit. "Unzip it." A thrust of his hips emphasized
his order.

Human fingers fumbled and then did as commanded. A sharp intake of
breath let the Vulcan know he approved.

Jim fingered the lock attached to Spock's penis. A bright orange
pumpkin was painted on its side. "When did you pierce this?" Teasing
the foreskin, he felt the organ start to swell.

"You do that, and we will miss the party."

"What party?" Jim panted for breath, lost in lust for the thickness in
his hand. "I have a lock to pick."

"I'll let you search for the key, afterwards."

"Search? Can I play trick or treat with the key?"

"That is my intention. It's attached to another part of my costume."

Jim's eyes asked the question.

"Anal beads."

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The End