The BLTS Archive- Heatstroke
by Fizzbin (fzzbin2@att.net)

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Archive: OK for ASC/EM(L) and BLTS, others please ask.

Disclaimer: Paramount and Viaborg own Star Trek, the Boys,
squillions of dollars, and a whole lot of expensive legal eagles.
I have six dollars, thirty-two cents, and a cousin who is not
quite named Vinnie.  I am only a threat to myself.  This includes
a whole lot of very explicit sex between two men, if you're under
18 or that's not to your liking, you best take a hike.  You have
been warned.

Acknowledgements:  A tip o'the hat to Sydvick's "Chocolate Swirl
Ice Cream".  Ya had ta have Piper break that up, didn't ya?  ;-D
And many thanks to Kaki for the beta!

Comments:  Arachnethe2 wanted "ice cream and strawberries."
Jungle Kitty wanted a food fight.  Omega asked me for an NC-17
K/S.  Three birds, one stone -- I hope.  Oh, and JK, there's a
sentence in here -- two actually -- just for you.

Feedback is *always* appreciated!

*thoughts*; / telepathy /

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It was hot.  Kirk was bored.  He and Spock had been back on Earth
for two weeks, holed up in Kirk's apartment while the Enterprise
underwent a minor refit.  Other than the endless meetings at HQ,
there was little to do.

San Francisco was in the grip of an uncharacteristic heatwave
with temperatures close to 100 each day and almost no breeze.
And, of course, the enviro controls in the antiquated apartment
block would choose a heatwave to go on the fritz.

Kirk lounged on the sofa, embracing a bowl of ice cream and
trying to stay cool.  Now and again, a bead of sweat trickled
down his neck and trailed on down his bare chest to tickle at the
waistband of his tan shorts.  He was too busy watching Spock to
let it bother him.

The Vulcan was sitting at the table poring over a journal article
on a newly discovered gaseous anomaly near Gamma II.  A neat
stack of data chips spoke of an endless supply of similar reading
material.  Every now and then Spock paused to make a notation on
his padd.

*He'd make a cucumber look overheated,* thought Kirk, though he
was far too appreciative of the view to be truly annoyed by
Spock's indifference to the heat.  It was warm enough for even a
Vulcan, and Spock was wearing only a pair of loose black
drawstring pants and a tight black tee-shirt that accentuated the
muscles in his broad shoulders and upper arms.

Kirk stared at the utterly dry nape of his lover's neck and began
to grin impishly.  *I'll make him sweat.*

He reached out to a bowl of fruit on the coffee table and
carefully selected a plump, perfectly-formed strawberry.  He
weighed it in his hand then, with a snap of his wrist, sent it
sailing across the room to hit Spock squarely on the temple.

The strawberry fell to the table, knocking over the stack of
chips.  Spock stared at it impassively for a brief moment before
turning his gaze on Kirk.

Kirk was engrossed in his bowl of ice cream.  He dug in with his
spoon, lifting a huge, glistening dollop of vanilla dripping with
chocolate sauce.  The spoon hovered as he paused to lick a drop
from its bottom before plunging the confection into his mouth.
He closed his eyes beatifically and swallowed it like a
sacrament.  He licked at the spoon salaciously.  A drop of ice
cream lingered on his bottom lip.  With great deliberation, he
wiped it away with his index finger then plunged the finger into
his mouth, sucking it clean.  Only when he had finished his show,
did he look up and innocently meet Spock's eyes.

"Something wrong?"

Spock stopped biting his lower lip to reply, "No, nothing
at all."

Spock reached back for the strawberry.  Holding it by the stem,
he brought it to his lips.  He teased at the end of the berry
with his tongue for a moment.  Keeping a watch on Kirk's eyes, he
slid the strawberry whole into his mouth then drew it out slowly,
his lips caressing it tightly.  As it left his mouth, his tongue
darted out to brush its tip.  The berry disappeared into his
mouth again.

Kirk felt himself begin to stir and harden at the sight of that
kissable mouth going down on the piece of fruit.  He moistened
his lips and drew in a deep breath.  At that moment, there was a
flash of white teeth, and Spock bit down hard on the berry.

*Ouch!* Kirk felt the chomp in his balls.  Before he could react
further, Spock flicked at the leftover stem with his middle
finger.  It flew over to bounce off Kirk's forehead.  Spock
turned back to straighten up his stack of chips.

*So that's how it is, eh?* Kirk put the bowl of ice cream down
on the table and flowed up off the sofa.  He sauntered into the
kitchen area and began to rummage in the refrigerator.  Spock
studiously ignored the sight of Kirk bent over in front of him
with his head in the fridge.  Kirk straightened.  A faint pop and
hiss registered on Vulcan ears.  Kirk whirled around, aiming a
stream of well-shaken soda at Spock, but he was already out of
his seat.  He headed around the table towards Kirk with his hand
outstretched to ward off the redirected spray.

Kirk danced backwards, clear of the table, then turned and
quickly retreated into the living room shaking up the remaining
soda as he went.  Spock grabbed a couple of bottles from the
kitchen shelf and gave pursuit.  Near the sofa, Kirk turned and
began spraying soda again, only to be hit in the chest by a
stream of chocolate sauce from the squeeze bottle Spock was
clutching like a phaser.  He discarded the empty soda bottle and
fled across the sofa, laughing and scooping up a couple of
pillows as he went.

Rounding the coffee table, Kirk launched his first missile.
Spock dropped his bottles and snagged the pillow before it hit
him.  Swinging it at Kirk with both hands, he waded in.  Kirk
tried to fend him off with the second pillow, but found himself
swept backwards to the floor, tackled at the waist.  They both
collapsed in a tangle with Kirk laughing uncontrollably.

The fact that Spock was now tickling him didn't help.  Strong
fingers tormented him, teasing him under his ribcage.  Soon, he
was laughing so hard that he couldn't catch his breath.  He tried
to roll away, but Spock knelt and dragged him, laughing and
struggling, over his knees.  Warm hands peeled away his shorts,
and Kirk felt Spock's erection pressing into his waist.

*Oh, yes!* He rubbed against Spock, feeling the heat of him
through the drawstring pants.  He was rewarded with a resounding
smack on his bare backside.

"Hey!"

Spock tried to sound grim.  "You have disturbed my work and must
be punished."

"That really stung."

"Good."

The hand came down again.

*Oh!*

Kirk wriggled, feeling the heat from Spock's knees against his
aching erection, feeling Spock's cock hot and hard against his
side, feeling the stinging handprint on his buttocks.  He was
sweating freely now and, between the perspiration and the soda
and the chocolate sauce, he was impossible to hold.  When the
hand came down again, in the middle of a moan, he slid away to
the floor -- pulling on the cord fastening Spock's pants as he
went.

This time he did manage to roll away and rise up on his knees.
Spock, trying to follow, became tangled in his falling pants and,
before he could kick them free, was hit below the belt with the
remaining contents of the ice cream bowl.

"Aaaiii!"  Spock rolled back on the floor.  "Cold!"

"Good."

The Human swiftly finished removing the pants and positioned
himself between the Vulcan's knees.  Running his hands underneath
Spock's hips to grasp his cheeks, he leaned forward to lick at
the dripping ice cream.  He lapped it up from Spock's abdomen,
tonguing and sucking until he felt the hard body arch against his
mouth.  He tracked the drips down through the dark curls, washed
them away from the base of the throbbing shaft, and followed to
nuzzle at them where they had run down along the balls, before
turning his attention to the main attraction.

Starting at the base, he nibbled and suckled his way upwards,
worshipping every heated inch and pausing only to watch the
double ridges swell slightly after he had licked deeply between
them.  Swirling his tongue around the tip, gathering drops of
precum, he slid his mouth over the end and then down until he
felt his breath tickling at the pubic hairs.  The scent of Spock
filled him, made him ache almost as much as the soft deep sounds
coming from Spock's throat.  Drawing back then sinking down, he
pressed his lips tight, pulling and sucking.  He felt Spock's
hips begin to rock upwards; felt the tightening of the buttocks
in his hands; felt fingers tangling in the hair at his temples;
felt the warmth and inner glow as the link between them opened
fully and Spock slid into his mouth and into his mind.

/ T'hy'la. /

/ My Love. /

/ Thee feels so good. /

/ And you. /

/ I want... /

/ Anything... /

/ Aahh.  I want thee.  Like this... /

Kirk clearly saw the image of himself lying beneath Spock, his
legs locked around the other's waist.  He pulled back and sat on
his heels.  Spock, his breathing ragged, struggled up onto his
elbows.  His pupils were dilated, making his eyes look liquid and
bottomless.  His cheeks were flushed green and his lips moist and
swollen.

/ Spock. /

/ Jim. /

/ You are so beautiful. /

/ Only for thee. /

Spock sat up and stripped off his soggy tee-shirt.  It further
ruffled his hair and left him looking even more wanton, more
desirable.  He put his hands on Kirk's hips and drew him forward
until he could feel the Human's erection twitch against his
breastbone and could bury his face in the Human's chest.

He began to lick away the chocolate sauce, running his tongue
thoroughly over and around the stiffening nipples, catching them
between teeth and lips.  He teased at them, first one and then
the other, ravishing each in turn with tongue and teeth.
Finally, when both were hardened to rigid points, he moved
upwards, meticulously licking away all remaining traces of
chocolate until he reached the hollow of Kirk's neck, where he
nipped at the humid flesh, savoring the tang of his lover's skin.

/ Mmmmmm.  Salt.  And chocolate.  Thee are a feast. /

/ Only for you.  Aah.  Yes. /

He lifted Spock's chin so that he could look into his eyes then
ran his hands back along the cheek bones to caress the upswept
ears with his fingertips.  Spock captured his hands and, turning
them over, ardently kissed first one wrist and then the other.
He let go and, twisting around, began to crawl away.

/ No! /

/ A moment only, Jim. /

Kirk yearned after him as he hunted under the coffee table.  He
quickly returned with the second bottle and the bowl of fruit.
He handed the bottle to Kirk.  Olive oil.

"You think of everything."

"I thought that was why you kept me around."

Kirk laughed and uncapped the bottle.  / That's one reason. /

He prepared to show him another.  The oil glistened in the palm
of his hand.  He took Spock's hand and rubbed the oil in and
around his fingers, all the while holding Spock's eyes with his
own.  Another splash of oil in his hand and he took hold of
Spock, stroking him and pulling him forward until they could feel
each other's breath against their lips.  Spock stilled Kirk's
hand and brought both it and its mate to rest on his hips.

/ Not yet.  Soon. /

Spock reached down and plucked a strawberry out of the bowl.  He
nipped at the end of it, then squeezed it to bring out its
juices.  He ran the berry around Kirk's hardened nipples, trailed
it up along his neck, anointed his earlobes, and brushed it
against his lips.  Starting again at the stiffened nipples, he
followed the trail of juice upwards, lapping and sucking.  He
nibbled at one earlobe and Kirk groaned in his mind.  He moved to
the other and flicked his tongue into and around the Human's ear.
Kirk grasped his hips and ground against him, his voice a
whimpering moan.

Spock withdrew slightly.  He placed the strawberry in his own
mouth and returned to capture Kirk's.  Opening his lips, he
pushed the berry into Kirk's mouth, following it with his tongue.

The heat of that tongue ripped through Kirk, melting him and
molding him to Spock.  Spock probed deeply under and around the
strawberry, as he lowered Kirk to the floor to rest with his hips
atop one of the cast off pillows.  Lingering in the passionate
kiss, he reached between Kirk's thighs and, inserting hot, oiled
fingers into the cool Human oasis, he began to massage the hidden
gland in time to the movement of his tongue around the berry.

Kirk let out a soft cry when the tongue finally left his mouth.
He chewed at the berry to swallow it and felt Spock's tongue lap
at the corner of his mouth to capture a straying bead of juice.
The fingers withdrew from him as well, and Spock rose up to kneel
between his thighs.  He felt the swollen tip of the long, thick
shaft press against him and slide within.  He locked his legs
around Spock's waist and urged him forward.

Their thoughts and feelings merged.  / T'hy'la Beloved /  Soft
inner walls caressing insistent hardness.  Burning hand stroking
pulsing cock.  Thrusting upward, thrusting inward.  Parting.
Pressing.  Rising, pumping, clasping rocking hips.  Plunging to
the depths.  / Thee /  Tightening muscles.  / You /  Leaving and
returning, holding and giving way.  A mounting pressure in the
balls, an ache in the groin.  A catch in the breath.  Harder,
faster, deeper, tighter.  Losing rhythm, thrashing, straining
upwards and into unendurable heat and blinding light.  Eyes
losing focus.  / We /  A shudder, a spasm.  Head bending to drink
at a fountain of cum.  The sharpness of salt.  Liquid fire
splashing and washing deep within.  The pungency of musk.
Arching backwards, upwards, molded in a solid mass, connected,
inseparable.  A single hoarse cry torn from two throats.  / I! /

Spock collapsed trembling onto Kirk's chest, the Human's hand
cradling his head.  For a time, they were lost to the world and
knew only one another.

They nested long together in the afterglow.  Spock's head rested
on the pillow; Kirk rested with his back against Spock's chest,
encircled by his arms.

After a time, Kirk laced his fingers through Spock's hand.  "Are
you sorry I disturbed your work?"

Spock bent his head to kiss him on the shoulder.  "It was a very
boring article about a rather common phenomenon."

Kirk brought Spock's hand to his mouth and, kissing its palm,
heard in his mind the echo of a contented sigh.

"Well, in that case... I think it's time."  Kirk slithered out of
Spock's arms and bounded to the kitchen.  Spock lay back with his
eyes closed and listened to the sound of running water.

"Time for a shower?"

"Nope."  A warm, wet hand towel arced above the table and landed
on Spock's face.  "That'll have to do you."

Spock whipped the towel off and sat up, half expecting another
playful attack.  Seeing that Kirk was still rummaging in the
kitchen, he shook his head and began to clean himself.

"Because..."

Kirk returned from the kitchen holding a small uncapped jar.  He
plunged his finger into it then knelt on the floor facing Spock.

"...it's time for the second course."

Removing his finger from the jar, he brushed it across his
lover's lips.  The intoxicating aroma of cinnamon, filled the
Vulcan's senses as he drew the finger into his mouth.

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The End