Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!feed3.newsreader.com!newsreader.com!yellow.newsread.com!bad-news.newsread.com!news-toy.newsread.com!netaxs.com!newsread.com!POSTED.newshog.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: <713165689.20041230114449@gmx.de> From: "A.Q" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS "Nutcracker Sweets" [NC-17] K/S/Mc Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 296 Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 13:55:11 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1104414911 209.198.142.218 (Thu, 30 Dec 2004 08:55:11 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 08:55:11 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86492 X-Received-Date: Thu, 30 Dec 2004 05:56:00 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Nutcracker Sweets Author: Acidqueen Series: TOS Rating: NC-17 warning: fluff ;) Codes: K/S/Mc Disclaimer: Nothing is mine besides the nut ;) Note: Part of the SAC-2004 at: http://www.kardasi.com/Advent/2004/SAC-2004.htm Archive: My own website at http://www.syredronning.de , ASCEM, all others ask, please. Beta: The wonderful Lyrastar - thank you! Summary: Sex on the morning after Christmas. Established * The morning after Christmas, Spock sat in his robe on the couch in their living room and eyed the festive decorations. Like most Humans , Jim and Leonard didn't celebrate the date for religious reasons, but enjoyed its emotional content, sharing with family and friends, and the festive knick-knacks that were strewn all over their usually tidy place. The most prominent and colorful piece stood in the corner. Like every year, Leonard had brought the tackiest available Christmas tree from one of his hospital ship inspection tours on the outer rim. Wherever Humans went, their Christmas decorations went with them - however, due to the influence of the worlds nearby, it could result in insults to art like this: a violet tree with an oversized anti-grav orb on top, branches with unnaturally large needles and - at the end of each branch - 'angels' with short legs and long arms in blue-and-gray striped clothing, their faces oddly flat with oval eyes. Last evening, they could name four alien races that contributed to those features - now, in the morning, Spock remembered a fifth one. He would tell Leonard...later. "Up so early?" Spock turned around to face one sleepy mate. Jim was standing in the door, only an open shirt covering his body, leaving almost everything else on optimal display. Especially the erection that pointed toward him. "I was enjoying the atmosphere." "Hm." Kirk sank down on the couch next to him. "I've always found the day after somehow depressing: all the food eaten, the candles burnt out...the remainders stale and past due to be thrown out." He slung one arm around Spock's neck and leaned forward into a first kiss. ""Something has to be done about this," Spock said, and pressed a button. "Oh, no!" Kirk gasped, but the tree had already started its automatic program. The orb began rotating, flashing lights all over the walls and, from the depths of the stem, the recording of a barely recognizable Christmas song filled the room. "Sometimes I wonder how Bones is able to import them!" Kirk shouted to drown out the music. "I'm sure they fall under some weapons regulation!" Spock captured his lips, making him forget the music for a moment. Then the Vulcan pressed the button again, and the program stopped. "I'm eternally grateful, Captain." Kirk sighed and broke into another yawn. "Bones is still asleep. That's expected - he wasn't exactly walking straight by the end of last night." "You weren't walking straight either," Spock said firmly. "Ah, well." Kirk rubbed his chin and was about to say something when Spock added, "But I also felt the aftereffects." Kirk raised a brow. "I vaguely remember that it was your idea to spike the eggnog with Romulan Ale." "But it was Leonard who brought the Ale." "That's no excuse. Were you trying to get us drunk?" Spock managed to look insulted. "I only wanted to add to the atmosphere." "Ah-ha. I also remember that you started singing." The insulted look changed to defensive. "I usually do not sing," Spock stated flatly, and patted Kirk's groin. "But you did last night, I'm sure," Kirk insisted. "You started singing 'Jingle Balls'. With the filthy lyrics that Bones taught us last year. He's a bad influence on a pure, innocent Vulcan..." Spock squeezed certain private parts harder. "The lyrics were invented by one of Mr. Scott's engineers 12.3 years ago. I have heard you singing them on more than one occasion in the past, so blaming Leonard is useless." Kirk spread his legs to allow a better angle for Spock's hand. Fingers cupped his balls, and he couldn't help grinning and singing the words in question. "Jingle Balls, Jingle Balls, suck them all the way..." Kirk could feel Spock getting annoyed about the song, but he felt light-headed (probably from that damn eggnog) and the sexual teasing. It might be interesting to see what Spock would do about it. Spock didn't let Kirk down, and tilted him back on the couch, pressing his back and arms against the seat. When he crouched over him, Spock's abdomen rubbed over Kirk's slightly abated erection. "Paint them red and stripe them green and tie them to the tree- hee..." "You're singing excessively," Spock said. "Make me stop," Kirk replied with a challenging smile. "Remain here," Spock ordered, and got up. He felt Jim's gaze on his back when he crossed the room to get something from the table of gifts. He returned with a piece of liqueur-filled chocolate and put it between Jim's teeth. "You will neither let it drop nor break it," Spock said sternly. Kirk gave him a smug glance but obediently held the chocolate between his front teeth. The smugness decreased when Spock began caressing all over his chest, tugging the nipples, and stroking his groin. Strong fingers kneaded Kirk's thighs, then spread them. A hot mouth closed over his erection and began sucking it. With a small pop, the chocolate broke to pieces and its contents of cherry liqueur half dropped into Kirk's mouth, half flew out of the edges of his mouth to run down his chin. "Damn," Kirk cursed, and tried to catch the sticky fluid with his tongue. "It got warm, Spock. It's not my fault." Spock bent forward and licked the liqueur away. It was at that moment that the third inhabitant of the apartment appeared in the door, clad in a loosely drawn dressing gown. "Good morning, my wonderful ones," McCoy said with a yawn, and placed a kiss on the tip of Spock's ear. Then he went to Kirk and kissed him on his mouth. "Hmm, chocolate," he said, and they deepened the kiss. "Hey, Spock, are you trying to feed Jim?" he said, when he came up for air. "Actually, no. I was trying to prevent singing." McCoy raised a brow. "With chocolate? I bet you could feed him half the box and he'd just eat them all." Spock stroked the erection under his hand. "I fear your assessment is correct, doctor. I would be open to any valuable advice." Kirk grinned expectantly. The grin diminished when he saw McCoy walking to the table and coming back with a round, brown item. "That's not fair, Bones," he muttered. "You know I don't like those nuts." Vulcan air nuts, as they were commonly called, were completely edible, sweet balls with a fragile shell, filled with dusty seeds and a soft stone. Spock and McCoy shared a love for them that was incomprehensible to Kirk, who thought that the nuts tasted much like an eyeball covered in sawdust. "Spock?" McCoy asked, juggling the nut in his fingers. Much to Kirk's chagrin, the Vulcan nodded in agreement and held Kirk's wrists above his head on the armrest to prevent any defense. Spock's other hand pursued stroking the admiral's unwavering erection. McCoy went to his knees next to Kirk. "Jim?" he asked. Kirk knew they would stop right here if he said the magic word. But actually he found the situation pretty hot and didn't want to shatter the scene just because he didn't like the nuts. Sometimes, sacrifices had to be made in the name of good sex. He opened his mouth. McCoy put the nut between Kirk's teeth. "Careful, my love," he murmured when the shell creaked under the initial strain. He caressed Kirk's forehead and licked along the still sticky cheek. Kirk moaned softly around the nut that spread his mouth further than was comfortable. His eyes closed involuntarily when Spock began sucking his dick again. McCoy took hold of Kirk's arms, keeping them above his head but in a lighter restraint. Someone's fingers played with his nipples, massaging and stretching them. Soon he felt himself being re-arranged on the couch, his groin lifted and a cushion placed underneath it. One slick finger entered his body, and Kirk pushed against it greedily. The tension in his body and the concentration he needed to keep the nut undamaged only added to his arousal, giving it an almost painful edge. The leg that lay against the backrest was lifted, his cheeks spread and then something pressed into him - something so well-known and so welcome that he couldn't help groaning. The nut's shell joined in with an ominous squeal. He forced himself to stay in control, while on his body two joined forces kept working against him. Spock pushed into him with a steady, powerful rhythm, his weight half resting on Kirk's leg, while McCoy was sucking his left nipple, caressing the other one with skilled fingers and giving his erection a massage once in a while. Kirk was melting under their attack, unable to get away from the erotic stimulation and equally unable to reach orgasm. They knew him too well - whenever he was close to coming, they broke their rhythm and soothed him until the immediate need was gone; then they started again. With the nut between his teeth, he was unable to beg. His groans were welcome, but didn't convince his tormenters to increase their pace. They held him in place, allowing him very little movement of his own. With the last of his willpower, he opened his eyes to give them a pleading gaze. A pair of brown and a pair of blue eyes read his wish and met briefly, sharing a knowing smile. Kirk's lids dropped again, and he gave in fully to the ride they took him on now. His body was burning up in flames, his groin, his chest, his ass all tied together by electric currents that flew back and forth between the excited spots. The muscles in his arms trembled - all sinews stretched - his back arched up toward the ceiling, impaling his body on the intruding force - and then his orgasm broke. He was shaking, twisting, coiling against the grips of hands, moaning and sobbing against the gagging nut. Stars danced in front of his eyes, and his head hit the armrest as it tilted back and forth from the energy burst. Arms embraced him and skin rubbed on skin, easing the tremors away. Finally Kirk could breathe steadily again, although the nut was still in his mouth. Spock had slipped out of him and put his leg down on the couch. On Kirk's stomach, the shirt was wet from semen. "Time to release you," McCoy said, lowered his head and took the nut between his own teeth. "Bones," Kirk murmured satiated, and stroked his lover's chest. Spock reached for McCoy and pulled him into a kiss. Their lips danced around the nut, nuzzling each other; then they cracked it together, sharing the yellow seed. Their tongues played with the stone for a moment before McCoy eased it into the depths of Spock's mouth where it found its natural end as Vulcan nourishment. "I'm glad you guys don't eat my balls like that," Kirk stated with a fake shudder. "Nutcrackers." He cupped his genitals with both hands. "As long as we're not nuts," McCoy said with a broad grin. "We are not?" Spock and Kirk said in unison. McCoy shook his head and stood up, stretching his back. "Breakfast?" "Good idea. I won't kiss you until you flush away that sawdust," Kirk said. "Tsk." McCoy closed the fastenings of his dressing gown. "Who says we need you for that?" Putting one hand around Spock's neck, he pulled the Vulcan into another duel of tongues. Kirk felt himself getting hard again at this erotic sight. Determined, he rolled from the couch and rose to stand. "Enough," he said, and dragged McCoy into the kitchen, where they soon shared a coffee and a long kiss, while in the living room the tree played another Christmas song to the sounds of Spock preparing the breakfast table. *** ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: