The BLTS Archive - A Short Story for Xmas,
or ***king around the Christmas Tree
by Helen

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Disclaimer: As they are so fond of telling us, all things Trek belong
to Paramount/Viacom, yada yada yada, but this story is _mine_.   (And
this isn't the original story I had in my head - this is an extra.
See what you people have done, encouraging me...)

Warning: This story contains m/m sex between very consenting adults -
if you  are under 18 or don't approve, or aren't interested, stop
reading now (well,  the first paragraph is rated [G], so you can stop
after that).

Archiving: Feel free, if you think it's good enough, but please let me
know  where it's put, and please leave the headers intact.

Feedback:  Yes please

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Kirk sat back on his heels, surveying the tree with deep pride.  It
had taken a lot of work to get it into the house, but it was worth
it, and he couldn't  _wait_ to see Spock's expression.  He had
promised the intrigued Vulcan 'a  real, proper, traditional Christmas
tree', and it would be provided.  He began unwinding the tangle of
lights, ready to string them around the conifer.

Some hours later, Spock arrived back from his meeting and walked into
a house filled with the scent of spices and spruce.  He took an
appreciative sniff as he entered the kitchen, where he found Jim
making hot cinnamon-chocolate.  His lover turned to greet him with a
warm smile.

"Do you want a cup, Spock?" He saw the expression start to change.
"Alright!  A cup _with chocolate in it_."

Spock favoured him with one of his not-quite-smiles, and said that a
cup of chocolate would be acceptable.

"What are you hiding, Jim?  I know that smile."

"Oh, just a bit of seasonal fun, Spock.  Here, let's go in the other
room and get you warm," and he grinned suggestively.

Spock's reaction to the tree was highly gratifying.  It had taken Kirk
all afternoon to finish the decorating, but it had been fun, and
Spock clearly appreciated the display of lights, tinsel, baubles and
trinkets with which the tree was festooned.  They sat together, in
the warm glow of the lights from the tree, sipping chocolate and
enjoying each other's company.

"I heard from Bones earlier," Kirk said, after a while.  "He'll join
us next week, when the conference finishes.  That way, we'll have a
few days with him  here before we all get back to the ship."

"That will be most enjoyable," Spock said.  "The Doctor has been
working hard lately; we should try to encourage him to rest while he
is here."

"And it gives us _six_ days all to ourselves," said Kirk, and smiled
in that smug way of his that drove Spock just wild.

The Vulcan's eyes suddenly took on an extra glow that had nothing to
do with the lights on the tree, and he reached his hand out to his
lover's face.  Kirk pulled him close, and they kissed, at first
gently and then with increasing passion.  They half-fell, half-rolled
off the chair and onto the thick rug, and pulled at each other's
clothes, peeling off the layers until they were both naked.  Spock
pushed Jim gently onto his back, and then proceeded to kiss every
available inch of the human's body, ending up at the now fully erect
penis. He blew delicately on the head, driving his partner to frantic
writhing.

"Spock!" moaned Kirk, writhing.  "Ohhh!..."  He stopped, gasping, as
the Vulcan ran his tongue along the sensitive organ, then without
warning took it completely into his mouth and began to suck hard.  It
didn't take much before  Kirk came, emptying himself forcefully into
Spock's throat.  They lay quietly  for a while, savouring the moment,
and then the human stirred himself into action once more.

"Now it's _your_ turn," he said, grinning at the Vulcan.  He pulled
Spock  against him, then rolled them over and over still in the
embrace, rubbing their bodies together as they went.  Spock moaned
loudly as they fetched up by the tree.

"Oh, Spock," sighed Kirk in response, against his lover's throat.
"This is so good."

"Jim," came the slightly panicked answer "I am being attacked by
insects"

Horrified, Kirk got up and waved the main room lights on, while Spock
rose to his feet and tried to brush the irritants away.  He had no
success, merely  transferring the biting sensation to his hands.

"Turn around and let me help," commanded Kirk, worried; and then had
to  suppress hysterical laughter as he realised what had happened to
the poor Vulcan.

"It's alright, Spock, you've just picked up needles off the floor," -
then,  seeing the bewildered expression, "Christmas trees shed their
leaves when you  bring them indoors - they're called needles - and,
well, I guess I forgot to clean up after decorating..."

"Jim," said Spock, with commendable patience.  "I am being made
somewhat uncomfortably aware of why the leaves are called 'needles'.
I would be grateful if you would remove them from my person
immediately."

Still suppressing laughter, and trying to project an aura of deep
sympathy, Kirk collected all the needles from the Vulcan's back, ass
and the backs of his legs, while Spock cleared the ones that were
stuck to his hands.  By the time the human had completed his task,
Spock's skin was looking rather the worse for wear.

"Wait a minute, and I'll get some lotion," said Kirk, absently.  "Your
skin is going all blotchy."

He glanced up at Spock, and realising that it wasn't just the Vulcan's
_skin_ that was irritated, fled to the medicine cupboard, returning
with a bottle of soothing lotion that Dr McCoy had given him a few
months back, for a skin  condition of his own.  The instructions on
the label declared it safe for all humanoid species, so Kirk knew it
would be okay on Spock.

When he got back, he put on his best 'okay, I messed up and I'm
_really_  sorry' expression and cautiously approached his lover.

"I _am_ sorry, Spock," he said.  "If you lie on the rug I can put the
lotion  on your back.  It will soon soothe your skin." _I hope_, he
added to himself.   He could tell from the Vulcan's closed-off face
that he had some serious work to do before he was forgiven.

He poured some of the lotion into his hand and started to smooth it
onto the green-blotched skin of Spock's back.  _I hope he isn't
allergic to those things_ he thought. _I'm sure my skin never reacts
to them that badly_   However, as he gently rubbed the lotion in, he
could see that the skin was fading down to its normal shade, and he
breathed a silent sigh of relief.

"Spock, I'm really sorry," he said, again.  "I didn't think we'd end
up way over there, and I suppose I should have cleared up the needles
before you got back, instead of making that chocolate all ready for
you."  Spock could tell  that Kirk was fishing for forgiveness, but
the Vulcan thought that he could turn the situation to his own
advantage and 'catch up' on their previous interrupted activities.
Kirk, busy at the Vulcan's back, did not see the small smile that
played across Spock's lips.

"Affirmative," said Spock, as sternly as he could manage.  "Did you
know, Jim, that some Vulcans have severe reactions to Terran
conifers, due to the resin they produce?" _But not me_ he added to
himself, truthful as ever.  He raised an eyebrow at the human.

"No, I didn't!" cried Kirk, aghast.  Horrible visions of a permanently
scarred Spock - due to _his_ carelessness - flashed across his mind,
even as another, much tinier part was pointing out that hadn't he
already noticed how much better Spock's skin looked after the lotion?

Spock watched Kirk's face, fascinated, as it mirrored the human's
painful thoughts, and then decided that perhaps it was time to put
Jim out of his misery.

"Jim, I believe that the skin on my back is now less irritated," he
said.  "Perhaps you would continue with the rest of the affected
areas."

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Kirk contritely, and set to work on the back of
Spock's ankles.  He was feeling happier again, now that he could see
that the lotion was working and that Spock definitely _wasn't_
allergic to the needles, and he massaged the lotion deeply into the
skin.

By the time he reached the Vulcan's knees, he realised that Spock was
no  longer lying stiffly but had relaxed - in fact, had become
positively co- operative.  As Kirk massaged further up the long legs,
his own movements became more leisurely, more caressing, and he felt
Spock move against him appreciatively.  There was now only one
untreated area of skin, and Kirk  suddenly grinned to himself as he
poured out more lotion.

"Er, Spock," he said.  "I think _this_ part of you must be more, ah,
tender -  it looks pretty sore to me.  I'd better make really sure
that it's treated properly."

Spock, well aware of Jim's motives, did not bother to remind the human
that Vulcans did not feel 'sore', and merely agreed that perhaps a
more intensive  effort was required at this stage.  He stretched
himself out luxuriously and  awaited the soothing lotion.

Smiling, Kirk waved the main lights back off, and bathed once more in
the subtle light from the tree, applied the lotion to the Vulcan's
behind.  He  moved himself so that he was straddling Spock's legs, and
began to massage the lotion into the Vulcan's skin, firmly at first -
after all, it was being used for a medical purpose - but as the rash
gradually faded, he allowed the massage to turn into stroking, and
was rewarded with a deep sigh of pleasure from his lover.

He moved his hand slowly down between the twin mounds, and allowed a
finger to tease at the small opening.  Spock arched back towards him.

"Yes, Jim," he breathed. "Please... more..."

Grinning widely, Kirk applied a generous amount of lotion to his
straining erection and placed it carefully at the entrance to Spock's
body.  The Vulcan  pushed back as Kirk pushed forward, and they were
one, moving in unison.  The human slipped his hand beneath Spock and
around his swollen organ, stroking in  time with the rhythm of their
bodies, until they both came in one ecstatic rush.

It took them longer to recover this time, and they lay peacefully and
waited  while their breathing returned to normal.  Spock
surreptitiously rubbed at one of his hands; it still itched, though
he would not have admitted it.  The human, however, spotted the
movement and reached for the bottle of lotion.

"I'd better put some of this on your hands, too," he said. "Otherwise
Bones  will have something to say to me about not looking after you
properly."

Spock rolled lazily onto his back, and lay looking sleepily at his
lover from under hooded eyelids.

"Very well," he agreed.

So Kirk poured yet more lotion - there was very little left now - into
his hand, and smoothed it over the Vulcan's left hand and fingers,
rubbing it into the skin, and noting with interest the strong
reaction this provoked.  He took  even more time with the second hand,
caressing each finger and allowing his own digits to linger
tantalisingly over the back of the hand.

"Jim," said Spock, with some difficulty, as by now he was breathing
hard  again. "I did not get any of the needles in the back of my
hands."

"Oh, I see," said Kirk, feigning surprise at receiving this
information.  He grinned again.  "Are you _sure_ you didn't get any
stuck anywhere  else?  Perhaps," he added, sensuously, "I should
check, just in case.  I _really_ wouldn't want to get into any
trouble with Bones..."

As he spoke, he was softly stroking the inside of the Vulcan's thighs,
and  Spock gasped as the fingers brushed against his balls.  Kirk
shifted so that he was able to look closely at Spock's penis, now
erect again, and he copied his lover's earlier action, blowing gently
on the skin.

"Well, I certainly can't _see_ anything wrong," he said, as if musing
to  himself.  "I guess I'd better be sure, though," and he bent his
head down and licked a delicate line from base to tip, provoking a
sharp intake of breath  from his lover. He ran his tongue round the
double ridges - whereupon Spock  started breathing _very_ heavily -
and then took the head into his mouth, sucking gently.

"Jim!" gasped Spock, writhing beneath the human.

Kirk changed tactics, taking the whole organ into his mouth and then
letting it slip back out, sucking it in again and then letting go,
over and over.  Spock was clutching at the rug beneath him, teased
almost beyond bearing at this delicate torture.  Kirk sucked harder,
and at last the Vulcan came, crying out his lover's name.

A little later, cleaned up and warm, they snuggled against each other.

Kirk sighed.

"I _am_ sorry about the needles, Spock," he said, sheepishly.  "But
after all, wasn't it worth it in the end?"

"I believe that we could have achieved the same result _without_ the
tree's assistance," said Spock, after some consideration.  "However,
it was 'worth  it', yes." And he bestowed one of his rare smiles on
his human.

And fully satisfied with the evening's activities, they lay in the
gentle  gleam of the lights, basking in each other's company.  It
looked like being a _great_ holiday.

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The End