The BLTS Archive - Our Garden of Eden by C.A. Mallett --- He was asleep when I walked into the room, a well-deserved 'Saturday' afternoon nap following a long morning of yard work in the hot summer sun. Above him the ceiling fan, set on low, churned the air gently, providing just the right amount of cooling his lithe body needed to help him rest from his labors. He looks so peaceful, I thought as I stood there watching his chest rise and fall evenly. He was nude, and, even in the dim light of the semi-darkened room I could make out the tan lines from the shorts and T-shirt he'd taken to wearing since the second day we got stuck here. That was eight fucking months ago on the god-forsaken planet in the back-end of deep space. Our orders were to chart, map, categorize everything we could on this newly discovered rogue planet. Oh, why didn't it have the sense to stay where it was? Instead it had come through a tear in space and time. Yes, those were the words my science officer had said only moments before he had disappeared. Disappeared was the right word to use here. Oh, the planet was still here. And all the members of the science survey team returned. All but the Vulcan. McCoy volunteered to come with me. No sooner had we materialized when McCoy "blinked out". Either that, or I did. To make a long story short, I ended up alone - with no contact with the ship or with Spock. It was late afternoon. I was standing in the centre of the glade. The hot sun was beating down on me. I knew that if I stayed here I'd get burnt pretty damn quick. Despite modern medicine I still get heat stroke if I am foolish enough to stay out in the heat. So I started to walk in the direction of the forest. If nothing else I could climb a tree (for safety) until I constructed a form of some sort of a shelter. Did I ever mention that this planet was weird? No? Well now, let me explain. I guess the best way to put it would be to say it reminded me of the "Shore Leave" planet we visited so long ago. Nothing on this planet was what it was supposed to be. Oh the plant life was real enough. It wasn't manufactured. Neither were the small animals the research team had logged. Funny thing was, they all appeared to be in miniature. I mean, nothing was over three feet high or three feet long. Don't get me wrong. The trees, plants, etcetera were the right size. It's just that the animal life was so small and they appeared only in pairs. There were all types of alien and ancient animals. Even a pair of mythical unicorns... too bad Spock wasn't here. He'd never believe me. --- He stirred slightly and my eyes quickly traveled the length of his body. My eyes stopped when I noticed a slight movement in his crotch. He was dreaming again. With most humans, it's the rapid movement under closed eyelids but not with Vulcans. Especially not this one. No, whenever Spock dreams, his penis comes alive and dances. The faster it moves, the more intense his dream. From the way it was moving I knew it wouldn't be long before he'd call out for me. Oh, I didn't tell you about that either? Just to set the record... er... story straight. Now that I come to think about it, I don't know when it actually happened. What I mean is, before we arrived here, Spock was Spock. My first officer and Science Officer on the Starship Enterprise. I was his Captain. Just as I was Captain to the other 421 crew members. But here, well, things were... are different. What I mean is when I walked into the forest that first night, there was Spock. Standing naked as the day he was born with his arms open wide wearing the widest smile I had ever seen on his face. I started to walk to him and the next thing I know I'm locked in his arms in a deep embrace that quickly led to passion. (Oh, one other thing. I also wore no clothes. Now, as write this down I knew it must have been an illusion. After all, I had just beamed down. And I knew I was fully clothed before I left the ship.) Before either of us had said one word, we had fucked not only our bodies but our brains too. Spock and I became bonded right then and there. The only words he said to me were, "Jim, I missed you so damn much today. Promise me you'll never leave me alone like this again." Could this be my first officer talking? Hell no, after what we had just did I knew that this was not my Vulcan first officer. When I didn't answer him right away he tightened his grip on my arms, so I promised. I figured it was better being stuck with him than being alone. I gave up trying to explain to him that something was wrong. Besides, McCoy wasn't the only one who had wished he'd soften up a bit. I figured, as long as this was a dream, I kinda liked 'Spock' this way. I'd sort out what had happened later, if later ever arrived. The way I felt right then was I couldn't have cared less if later ever did arrive. I had the Vulcan right where I had always wanted him. Naked, sexually aroused and wanting me - badly. So started our, I hesitate to use the word 'new' but that was what it was, life together. Just like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, except we are both Adams and this whole planet is our "Garden of Eden", with one exception. There is no serpent in our garden. At least none we have found and we have been here nearly eight months, or so Spock figures. Well his exact words were, "Seven months, three weeks, six days, fourteen hours, fifty-four minutes and twenty -nine seconds." Like I said, close to eight months. We've been working hard since that first day. The first month we drew up the blueprint for our dream house and built the foundation. Another quirk about this place - whatever we need is readily available. Bricks, lumber, glass, plaster, nails and glue - whatever we need. Another thing was... is, is that Spock never said anything. All we had to do was think about it and suddenly it appeared. The following months we finished the house and designed a cultured garden. If we did nothing else it would keep our minds occupied. Oh yes, one other weird quirk was that, whenever we completed a room, it was then magically filled with 'stuff'. For example, the bedroom was filled with a king-sized bed, fully dressed with satin sheets and pillows. Along the longest wall, opposite the bed, appeared a long twelve-drawer dresser with a mirror, the full length of it made from smoked-mirrored glass. We could watch ourselves making love from the bed. Kinky, but a real turn on. The weather never got cold so the lack of clothing was never missed. And, though we built the bedroom closet, clothes did appeared from nowhere. Personally, I just think Spock was more comfortable wearing clothes. I know I enjoyed taking them off him whenever I could. Besides, I severely burnt my flesh during the first few weeks, so that Spock made me promise to cover my flesh whenever I was exposed to the sun. So much for being Mister Macho. All kidding aside, I was really sick. I scared the hell out of Spock more than once. We had just put the plumbing in when Spock said he wished there was a ceiling over the bed. I turned to him and asked why. He said it would be beneficial to my health as I would find it refreshing and would rest longer and more often. Somehow, I think that sneaky Vulcan had other plans in mind. Not once did I have an afternoon nap alone. And almost always we ended up making love. He had no sooner spoken those words when one appeared. There was also one in the living-room and another in the kitchen. Spock got the shower working and made me take one before he put me to bed. I put up such a fuss that he took one with me. He was right, it was heaven and, after making love, I slept like a baby for hours. I woke refreshed and went in search of Spock. He was working on the patio. Why we need one was anyone's guess. There is no one here but us. I guess, while the supplies appeared, we built. It stopped us from thinking of the Enterprise for a short time. But, at night, when I looked up at the sky and all those tiny lights shone back at me, I realized we were only fooling ourselves. Our life wasn't here. It was up there with those tiny specks of light. Whenever I started to bring the subject up, Spock found us a new project to work on. It wasn't long before I realized he didn't want to or maybe couldn't leave here. The biggest and hardest question was, did I want to leave this version of Spock? I wasn't sure I wanted to.... We had a wide variety of music so a tape was playing in the background. Yes, a music library had appeared along with the furniture. Soft, easy-listening music. More his style than mine, but pleasant nonetheless. For the first time, I became aware that my body was swaying slowly to the music, as absorbed in it as I was in the sight of him sleeping so peacefully. Quietly I slipped my T-shirt off and let it fall to the floor. The gentle breeze from the fan felt cool against my bare chest and my nipples responded quickly, becoming pert and hard. I was still smiling, softly now, as I ran my hands up my sides and onto my chest. Almost instinctively I flicked my index fingers across my nipples, teasing them gently, building the ache in them even higher. For a moment, I arched my back and thrust my chest forward, proudly, and kneaded them with my fingers. The only thing that feels better, I thought, is his hands doing this instead of mine. My hips began gyrating in time with the song now playing, and a familiar warmth was beginning in my crotch. Slowly, I slid my hands down to caress my penis with long, firm strokes designed to build my need to a even higher pitch. After several strokes, I reached up and slid the tight shorts down over my shapely behind, letting them fall to the floor to join my T-shirt. The tempo of my swaying increased as a new, somewhat faster song began to play, and I riveted my eyes on his crotch as my fingers gently caressed my swelling organ. My warmth was increasing steadily and, after a few minutes, I gingerly slipped onto the bed beside him. Carefully, so very, very carefully I reached out and circled his magnificent manhood with my thumb and forefinger, their tips barely touching as they met on the other side. Gently, I laid the palm of my hand on top of the sack which held his jewels. The heat rising from his genitals was like an elixir, drawing me closer, ever closer, and I leaned over to bring my face and mouth to his beautiful member... So wonderful, he's wonderful, I thought as I gazed at its firmness. Sensuously I licked my way up his long, hard shaft, until my tongue reached the swollen, flared head. He stirred again and I paused, but he remained asleep. I leaned over him, taking the tip into my mouth. I paused again and then I tenderly drew the rest of his penis deep into my mouth. Up and down, up and down my mouth moved on him until I felt him move as he became aware of my actions. It wasn't long before I was rewarded with a single drop of nectar. I slowly ran my tongue around the slit hoping to urge more of his precious liquid to join it. When none was forthcoming I returned to sucking him. His hips moved again. This time mimicking the movements of my mouth and I knew he was awake. I quickened my pace and slipped my free hand down to my own crotch. My efforts kept us both hard. As soon as I heard him whisper my name out loud I knew he was more than ready. I sure was. Quickly I moved between his legs and lifted them over my shoulders. I was so wet that entering him was smooth and painless. Once inside, I had to pause otherwise I would have come right then and there. And I wanted Spock to come with me. As I regained some control, I set about bringing us to completion. As my sperm shot deep into the body of my beloved, his mind bonded our flesh while we kissed. Then I collapsed beside him. Yes, an afternoon nap sounded like a good idea. --- "Trelane... It's time to let them go. You've played with them long enough!" "Aw, Mom. They were just getting to be interesting." "Trelane. How long do you think it will be before they figure out what has really happened to them? Didn't you learn anything from your last experiment?" "Yeah." "Well then?" "But Mom, they're happy. I kept then happy. I even got that miserable Mister Spock to be more Human. Captain Kirk certainly likes him that way." "Trelane. You heard your Mother. Now, release your playthings." "All right. But I was just beginning to have some fun on my own. Why do you and Mom always have to spoil everything? Why can't I keep them? I was just discovering all their buttons. Did you see how easy it was for -?" "Trelane! I will not warn you again. Your Mother has been far too lenient with you." "Aw, but Dad, I was only have fun." "Enough!" "All right. But can I have them for just a few more minutes, please?" "No. Because you insist on toying with a race you do not yet fully understand. You will, Trelane, but not today. Now, set them free." "Aw...Okay! But you never let me have any fun." "Trelane!" --- The End