The BLTS Archive - Caught by Vanasati (Vanasati@aol.com) --- Arachnethe2 challenged me: "Make Kirk masturbate in Spock's bed and let Spock find out about it." Also she wanted the sentence: "Shut up and kiss me". So this is mainly her fault. Disclaimer: Star Trek is the property of Paramount and Viacom. This is only amateur fan fiction, I make no money with it and mean no infringement on their rights. Many thanks go to my beta readers Wildcat and T'Pat. I cherish you! --- Tonight we celebrated the birthday of Scotty. First, there was that big party on the recreation deck for everybody to attend who was not on duty. Later, the senior officers had a little celebration of their own in Scotty's quarters: Scotty, Bones, Uhura, Sulu, Chekov and me. Spock was not there. He isn't on the Enterprise at all at the moment. He is attending a meeting of Federation scientists on Babel. He has been gone for two weeks now and will not be back until three more weeks have passed. During the last three years we have hardly been separated. I mean, we don't stick together all the time. He often is in the labs when I am on the bridge or prowling the ship, (although he often accompanies me when I do that) and sometimes only one of us is with a landing party and the other remains on the ship (only... most of the time we go together). But during those times he is on the Enterprise or at least in communicator range. There for me to contact him. He is my first officer, my right hand, after all... and my best friend. Now, I haven't seen him in two weeks - and I really start to miss him. At first, I didn't recognize what was bothering me at all. I felt... like there was an itch somewhere that I couldn't scratch to get relief. But tonight, when we all gathered around Scotty.... I tend to leave those parties before they're over. I don't want to get drunk, so I leave before they start the heavy drinking - so does Spock. Then, we have a game of chess together in my or his quarters. Tonight, when I wanted to leave, Spock was not there. And suddenly I felt alone. So I stayed longer than usual and drank a bit more than usual. Then I left and went to my cabin. And somehow, I ended up in Spock's cabin. Now I stand in the middle of his quarters, basking in the heat, smelling the scents that are uniquely his - spices, herbs, the oil of his meditation lamp - and somewhere, underneath and above all - his scent - copper, musk... male Vulcan. I walk around slowly, studying the lyre on the wall, stroking a finger over its warm wood. Then I stand in front of his bed. It is neat - like Spock. I wonder - in all that neatness - is there remaining a bit of him? I sit down on the bed, remove the cover, bend down to inhale... yes! There it is - a faint trace of his scent. Mmmmmmh.... (Funny, how the scent of a person stays with his clothes - and sheets - even when they're right out of the closet...) I remove my boots and lay down, bury my nose in that scent. Dimly I wonder why I act so strange. Why I want - need to be near him like this... ... I miss him. Now, lying on his bed, I feel my heart ache for him. And inhaling his scent, my body is aching for him too. I close my eyes and there he is, right in front of me. He stands in his usual pose, straight, but not rigid (not when he is with me), hands clasped behind his back and his head tilted to one side, one eyebrow raised. (Captain, what are you doing in my bed?) I smile. (Yeah, well Spock, I just want to...) What? Maybe he could get a little more... comfortable ...around me? Maybe he could take off his tunic... Yes, like that. Mmm... (Spock, you look good all in black!) (Really, Captain?) (Oh yes, but I would not mind if you would.. show me something more... green.) I grin seductively! (Green, Captain?) I really can hear his deep voice and see the half-smile in his eyes. (Well, yeah... you know...) (What would you do to... encourage me, Captain?) What? Hmmm.... Maybe a little show to get you into the mood. I turn around to lay on my back. I spread my legs, only wide enough to have access, and let my hand wander down to the bulge between them. I already am half aroused, now I slowly remove my pants, then put a hand around my cock. My eyes are closed, but I imagine staring right into Spock's eyes, holding his gaze. My hand moves up and down, and Spock is following the movement intently. I see him lick his lips... I have to lick mine too, for my mouth is suddenly very dry. My cock is fully aroused now, and I circle the head with my thumb, to spread the pre-cum over it... aahh... (Spock is moving towards me, sitting down on the bed, bending over me, and takes me into his mouth..) and that is it! I shudder convulsively and go over the edge. My God! I am dizzy and disoriented for one moment. What the hell was that? I have hardly touched myself - and came all over the bed... Spock's bed. What I am doing here at all? Having such fantasies about my first officer... my Vulcan first officer - and my best friend... (Come on, JT. How long have you loved him now?) Oh no! I don't allow myself to even think that! I can't allow these thoughts. (... but I have acted on them, haven't I?) I shake my head in disbelief. I feel foolish - but while I am changing the sheets and restore the neatness of the bed, I can't stop myself from chuckling. What would he really say, if he knew.... --- One more week until he comes home. These last four weeks have been getting harder and harder... in every sense of the word. (Bad, JT, bad...) I stayed out of his quarters - but I couldn't get him out of my head. I really tried to stop that - tried to imagine the beautiful women I met in the past - but they refuse to stay. Eagerly and willingly staying is only one gorgeous Vulcan... and I am having the best sex that one can have alone... Time for a little honesty. I do love him. But - can I tell him that? And how? Again I find myself in his cabin. One more week until he comes back. This time I just walk over to his bed and climb in. I bury my nose in his scent and cover myself with his blanket. In the comfort of this closeness, I fall asleep. -- It is the alarm klaxon that abruptly wakes me up early the next morning. I jump out of the bed and hurry... How could I actually have forgotten that this was a surprise training for the crew? I had ordered it myself, after all. I'll never forget Scotty's face when I ran onto the bridge, demanding ship's status... All the others reporting the "incident" and Scotty then standing behind me, whispering into my ear, "That was a very convincing performance, Captain." All I can do is nod. I am so embarrassed with myself. But - what is bad can always become worse. It is that very moment that Uhura reports a shuttle craft approaching the ship. The main screen shows the serene face of my first officer. "The meeting was over one week earlier than expected. I am reporting back to duty, Captain." "I am delighted, Mr. Spock. I'll meet you in the transporter room." He nods, once. "Spock out." I hurry to the transporter room, grinning like an idiot. I am so happy to have him back... --- He steps from the transporter. "Mr. Spock! Welcome back. I await your full report on the meeting within the hour." Anything to have him near me - at once. "Affirmative. I will bring my belongings to my quarters. You can accompany me, then I will report while unpacking." The smile dies on my face, heat is rising in my cheeks and at the same time an icy finger runs down my spine. His quarters - his bed - my god! "Er... Spock... maybe you can give me that report later. I'll see you on the bridge." I turn and walk quickly out of the room. What... will he think when he finds the rumpled sheets? At least, this time, I have only slept there... and after all... he will not know... who... argh! He walks onto the bridge and takes his station. He does not look at me. His face is calm as ever. So I calm down too. But then he bends over his station (as always) and I watch his butt (as always) and I swear that he wiggles his ass at me - uh. I feel my body react. Shit. I put one leg over the other and busy myself with the incoming reports about the surprise training. Then Spock is leaving the bridge to inspect what his absence might have done to the labs and I am able to bring my body back under control. Maybe - hopefully - I will not have to explain anything. As the hours go by I convince myself that he does not know who was the invader and that he most likely will not ask me to find him. Everything will be as it was. Now that he is back, there is no longer the need to fantasize about him. No need to tell him about my (love) feelings. When Bones asks me to join him for dinner I am the usual self-confident Captain Kirk once again. Until - Spock joins us at the table in the mess hall. I already am sitting there with Bones when he shows up. "Good evening, Captain, Doctor." He puts his plate on the table and sits down opposite from me. "Spock! Did you miss us, all alone out there in the big bad universe?" Bones says cheerfully. Spock raises an eyebrow. "I ensure you, Doctor, that I have not been alone on Babel. And if I would have missed someone, it certainly would not have been you." While saying that he looks directly into my eyes, and I have to look away. The banter goes on for some time. I cannot concentrate on it. I try to eat, but suddenly I am no longer hungry. I look up again to see Spock finish his soup. The last drops he licks from the spoon, turning it in his mouth, moving it up an down, only then he puts it on the plate. I swallow. Now he picks up some fruit to eat - it is a banana. He starts to peel it, slowly, then opens his mouth - I am staring at him, can't look away, and I see his tongue, licking at the tip of the banana for a short moment, then the fruit disappears into his mouth - is held there - and then he bites of the tip - chewing thoroughly. I lick my lips. Only now I realize that he is watching me from under his lashes. Abruptly I stand up. My chair clatters to the floor, Bones jumps. Spock only raises an eyebrow. "Excuse me, gentlemen, I am... quite tired." With that I turn around and walk out. I can feel their eyes on my back. I can nearly feel Bones frowning at my retreating back. --- Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit.... What was that about? Did I imagine this? Did he really... do that with the spoon - the banana? Spock? I need an hour to convince myself that I have imagined this. I need to think about other things than masturbating - and sex with my first officer. Geez! I cannot go on turning beet-red and fleeing like that. This is not appropriate behaviour for a Starship Captain. --- During the next day I manage quite fine. We proceed into a new star system and all kinds of activities buzz around me. Spock and I are prowling the ship together once more and I get only slightly disturbed when his shoulder is touching mine. (Does he do that really that often? Or is that me?) I try to put some distance between us, but somehow it does not work. After reading a PADD in one of the science labs, he is handing it to me - and his fingers brush mine. He does not instantly let go of the PADD (or my fingers) though I already pull on it - and again I feel the heat rising to my cheeks. Before he lets go I see him actually smirk - it is only in his eyes - but I saw it... Then he turns around and I already waver again. Spock is not smirking. Period. --- We sit at the table in his quarters, playing chess. We are in the middle of the third game, when he starts doing it again. While I try to concentrate on my next move, Spock picks one of my pawns lying in front of him and starts playing with it. He holds the little figure in his hand, while stroking it absently with the index finger of his other hand. Up and down, up and down... Then he swirls his finger around the head of the figure, slowly, tenderly... My eyes follow the movements, hypnotized. I swallow. I make a move that is fatal. "Check mate." His voice is calm and steady as ever. I drop my king. "I surrender." "It is about time, I would suggest." "What....?" "Fighting is only logical, if one has not already won the prize, Captain." His full attention is on me, and I squirm on the chair. "What... are you talking about, Spock?" "Someone has been in my cabin while I was on Babel." "....." "Someone has been... sleeping in my bed..." I cannot say anything. I cannot move. I cannot think. He stands up. Walks over to the bed. Is sitting down on it. With one hand he removes the cover and strokes the sheet next to him. He is looking at me. I cannot remain still any longer. I rise and take two steps towards him. "Spock...." "Do you think that... someone tried to embarrass me with that action?" "NO... no... certainly not... I mean.... I don't know...." "Jim." His voice is low. "I know your scent." Oh no! I take another step forward, and begin to talk, very quickly. "Spock, I am sorry, I really haven't meant to embarrass you, I mean, I didn't want to leave the mess... That is, I didn't know that you'd come a full week earlier than expected, ah, I certainly didn't want to insult you or intrude into your space, it's just that I missed you so much and - er, I mean I missed my friend and first officer and I couldn't sleep, so - god, Spock I am sorry, I shouldn't have come here at all in the first place, I can imagine how you must feel..." "Jim - come here." I only stare at him. What? He stands up and closes the space between us. He puts his arms around the small of my back and whispers, "You talk too much." Then his lips are touching mine. They are warm and dry. His arms tighten around my back. My arms close around his neck all by themselves. His lips are stroking mine, tenderly nibbling my upper, then my lower lip. It is the sweetest of all kisses. I make a small sound in my throat. His kiss grows more urgent. I open my mouth and let him in. His tongue is exploring my mouth, meeting mine to dance with, to hold it - to hold my very self. I moan. I feel my knees give in. He catches me. Lifts me up and carries me over to his bed. He puts me down on it, and undresses me. I let him. Still I cannot believe what is happening. Am I dreaming? When I am naked, he speaks again. "Were you naked when you slept here?" I try to gather my thoughts. "Only the first time..." His eyebrows shoot up at that. "You were here more than once?" Oops. "Ah - yeah..." He looks at me intently and I blush furiously. He tilts his head. "Would you show me what you did, when you where here - naked?" God! "I laid on my back - like that." My voice is hoarse. "I imagined you standing right there..." "Was I wearing my uniform?" his voice is hoarse too. His eyes are big, his face unguarded - utterly beautiful. "No, you had undone your tunic. You were... all in black." "I see." Slowly he removes his tunic. My cock is rock-hard and the tip is glistening with pre-cum already. He swallows. My hand moves to my shaft and I swirl my thumb over the tip. "Ah - I did that..." I move my hand up and down, slowly, my eyes never leaving his... "What... did I do?" his voice is low and deep, a caress. I shudder. I can only whisper. "You came to me. You put your mouth on me..." He moves then, comes to sit between my legs and closes his hand around mine, moving in unison with me. "I want to taste you." "Yesss...." I remove my hand and his mouth closes over my cock. I arch my back. "God, Spock... " His hand is holding my shaft, the other hand massaging my balls, his tongue is swirling around the swollen head, licking the tip, and I thrash my head on the pillow, trying to make it last... I do not recognize the sounds I make. He takes me deep into his throat and sucks - and I cry out once and come. He swallows all, and afterwards he licks me clean. I tremble all over. He kisses his way up my belly, flicking his tongue over my nipples, then his lips are again closing over my mouth. We kiss for some time and I allow my hands to play with his hair. So soft, heavy and thick, mmmmh.... When my hands wander down his back, I realize that he is still dressed and I decide that I have to do something about it. "Spock." I say into his mouth. "Mm?" "Let me take this off ..." He straightens and obediently lifts his arms up so that I can remove the black shirt. My eyes wander over his naked chest, his slender arms, and then my hands are wandering to, combing through the black hairs, pinching one nipple and I can't resist and suck one of these tiny green knobs, and he is gasping at that. I suck the other one and he hisses air through his teeth. "Come on, let's remove these trousers...." He lifts his firm ass and I can easily push the garment down the long legs. Ah. What legs they are.... And there, right in front of my eyes is a gorgeous, erect, Vulcan cock, and I just stare at it with delight. "Jim..." his voice is strangled and I take him into my mouth. Oh yes! This is better than I ever could have imagined, much better. He is hot, and his taste is even more arousing than his scent. So strange, so alien, so much Spock. I am between his thighs now, stroking them, and he makes those sounds in his throat, arching his back, his hands clenched around my shoulders. I close one hand around the cock, and with the other I squeeze his butt, ah - I lick and suck, and way too soon he explodes into my mouth and I swallow as he did before, and clean him up with my tongue. I crawl up then to lay on top of him and his arms close around me. I look deep into his eyes and I wonder: "Who would have thought that Vulcan's had it in them? I mean, teasing me like that all day - you did tease me, didn't you? With the spoon and the banana, and the pawn... who would've thought that..." "Jim." "Yeah?" "Shut up and kiss me." --- The End