Received: from [66.218.66.158] by n23.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 18 Feb 2004 05:27:11 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 71110 invoked from network); 18 Feb 2004 05:27:09 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.172) by m18.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 18 Feb 2004 05:27:09 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 18 Feb 2004 05:27:09 -0000 Received: from max (as4-d39-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.135]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i1I5QdQa012155 for ; Wed, 18 Feb 2004 00:26:40 -0500 Message-ID: <007f01c3f5df$d3b0d740$87c5fea9@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1106 X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Sileya" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Tue, 17 Feb 2004 23:26:56 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] New TOS "Tempting Fate on Squeaky Springs" 7/9 (Mc/Sa, K/S) [NC-17] Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Chapter 7/9 - See all warnings and disclaimers in chapter 1 By nightfall, the cabin's roof had been temporarily patched, all signs of debris removed, two temporary support beams installed to compensate for the downed rafter, and their provisions had been stowed. Power had been restored by the instillation of temporary receivers, although the solar panels-- ones which needed to be specially ordered--were beyond repair, and it would be several days before they could be replaced. Heat, however, wasn't a problem. The maintenance company had furnished a supply of synthetic logs for the fireplace--so many that they could have stayed warm until the following spring, if need be. Spock had seen to the repair of Leonard's shuttle, and had moved both the shuttle and his flitter to the freshly cleared spot just outside the cabin. The pine tree that Jim had spotted had been trimmed down and brought inside where it was steadied in a bucket and placed in the front corner of the great room. From salvaged pine clippings, Spock had managed to fashion a wreath that hung on the inside of the front door. No one had the heart to tell him it was supposed to hang on the outside. Luckily, the ornaments had been on the opposite end of the attic from where the roof had sustained damage, and they had survived unscathed. The decorating of the tree became a walk down memory lane for Leonard, as each ornament seemed to remind him of Christmases long past, but none were as happy as this one was turning out to be. Leonard had located the bottle of bourbon he'd brought along, and after a few shots of the best antifreeze that could be brewed in an oak barrel, Jim had already started putting the meaning of 'merry' back in Christmas. After the pressures that his friend been had been under from Starfleet in these last months, not the least of which was to get the training cruise coordinated, it was good to see some of that playfulness--he seemed intent on decorating Spock as well as the tree--that Leonard hadn't seen in him for a very long time. At one point, and against Spock's advice, Jim had been standing on the stepladder to add ornaments to the upper branches. All the while, Spock had been standing beside it, one hand holding the apparatus steady, the other hand protectively on Jim's thigh, and a length of tinsel wrapped around his shoulders. Jim had leaned over--had it not been for Spock's support, Leonard suspected that Jim would've toppled over-- and in a voice that was supposed to be a whisper, said, "You know, Spock, the smell of pine always makes me horny as hell!" Leonard had burst out laughing, and even Sarek had difficulty suppressing his smile, although watching him try caused Leonard to laugh that much harder. Although Spock had, at first, flashed his bondmate an obviously contrived look of disapproval, after that, the Vulcan had been a man on a mission. Due to his efforts, the rest of the clippings graced the mantle above the fireplace, the rehung shelves in the kitchen area, and any other available surface the Vulcan could find to stick or lay them. As was Spock's goal, the sweet smell of fresh pine soon permeated throughout the cabin. Leonard had to admit, whether it was the presence of Sarek, or the abundance of pine, he seemed to be having the same problem as Jim. He was having great difficulty keeping his mind off the body of the man who had just the evening before become his lover. During the decorating process, Spock had run into a problem-- the sticky pine resin, something that he had evidently never before encountered. However, with the power restored, and hot water once again available, even that had turned out to be more of a blessing than anything else. Leonard had noticed Spock standing at the sink in the kitchen for an extraordinarily long time, scrubbing hard at his hands. "What's the matter, Spock?" Leonard asked, walking to where his friend was standing. "I seem to have residue on me that is not water soluble," he stated in obvious frustration. Looking down, Leonard noticed the dark patches where the resin had attached itself firmly to Spock's skin. The hands were nearly raw where Spock had scrubbed them to no avail. Pulling his hands out of the flow of water, and dabbing at them with a towel, Leonard said, "It's pine sap, Spock. You'll never get it off this way, but there's some soap in the bathroom that will dissolve it quickly." Looking up, he noticed another smear of the substance on Spock's cheek, and yet another above one eyebrow. Reaching up to a particular stiff lock of hair, Leonard, said, "My God, Spock! What the hell did you do, roll in the stuff? Go! Get the bottle of green soap on the shelf above the sink and get in the shower." Then, flashing his friend a sly smile, Leonard added, "As a matter of fact, I'd suggest you take someone in there with you who could help you get this stuff out, if ya know what I mean." Spock looked at him and arched his eyebrows. "Indeed, Doctor, I do. A proposal I find surprising since your suggestions are normally predicated by what could only be considered unsound thinking." "Listen you green-blooded son-of-a-bitch, do you wanna stand here and debate it, or do you want to get Jim and take advantage of the goddammed pine forest you've managed to create in here?" "Given my choices, I believe it would be most advantageous to yield to the latter of those options." "Damn right!" Leonard muttered, flashing his friend a knowing grin. Spock moved toward the window where Jim was watching the snow that was accumulating outside. After leaning over and whispering something to his bondmate, Jim followed Spock into the bathroom and shut the door. The fire had begun to die down a bit, and Sarek had been adding logs to those that were still burning. Taking this opportunity, Leonard walked up behind him and slid his arms around his waist. Sarek pulled the arms tighter around him, folding his own arms over Leonard's. "I've wanted to get my hands on you all day," Leonard breathed into a pointed ear. Sarek leaned back into him, and Leonard rubbed the hardening mass forming in the crotch of his jeans against his lover's ass. After a moment, Sarek turned in his arms. "It seems that I have discerned many of your more dominant thoughts today, Leonard. I am reasonably certain that getting your 'hands' on me has not been your primary concern." The eyes sparked with mixture of teasing and carnal thirst. He placed one arm around Leonard's waist, and with his other hand he traced the distinctive bulge at the denim-covered crotch. Leonard leaned in and captured the warm mouth. Letting his hands explore, he discovered he wasn't the only one who was aroused. Pulling back, his voice becoming graveled, he said, "Ya know, when those two get finished in there, I could use a shower, too." "Indeed? Am I to assume that you, too, will be requiring...assistance?" Sarek purled. Leonard covered Sarek's hand, which was still lightly stroking his sex, with his own. Together, their fingers traced the impression of his rock-hard cock. "What to you think?" he asked, flashing his lover a rakish grin. "I think that if we continue in this manner, we will not need the privacy afforded by the lavatory." It was true, the sensation of his cock being massaged was feeling entirely too good. His breathing was already becoming shorter, and the strokes he was directing up and down his organ were becoming harder. Much more of this, and Leonard knew he would have an orgasm right then and there. As tempting as that was, he gave Sarek another quick kiss, and backed away...regrettably. "While we're...waitin' our turn, ya wanna help me get a soup started for dinner?" he asked. "Although it would not be my first inclination, and I must admit that I have little propensity in the field of culinary skills, I find that any opportunity to work beside you is quite appealing." Leonard grimaced lovingly at is lover. "Ya know, there are times with a simple 'yes' will do." "Yes, Leonard. I will help you prepare a soup." "Better," Leonard chuckled, as he reached for Sarek's hand and led his lover to the kitchen. On his way, he keyed on the music at the comm station and ordered up a selection of lively Christmas tunes. For one thing it was the season, for another, it helped to mask some of the arousing sounds coming from the other side of the bathroom door. By the time the soup was prepared, and had been placed on the old-fashion plasma cooktop to simmer, the sound of water running in the shower had stopped. Exiting from the bathroom in a cloud of damp vapor, Spock looked as 'Vulcan' as ever, whereas Jim was flushed to an absolutely golden glow, the satiated grin on his face hiding absolutely nothing. Both had towels draped around their waists. "Bones, we didn't bring any extra clothes. Got anything we can use while our clothes are in the recycler?" Jim called as he emerged from the door. "Sure, Jim, check the bureau," Leonard nodded toward the sleeping area. "You should find anything you need in there." As Jim and Spock were proceeding to the corner of the cabin, Leonard turned and looked and Sarek. "Looks like it's our turn. Ready?" he grinned wantonly. "Yes," Sarek answered, the simplicity taking catching Leonard off guard. The bathroom was still bathed in warm dampness when they entered. Having the water heated by molecular vibration units had been something Leonard had insisted on when the cabin was built. It meant a limitless supply of hot water--when the power was on--and he took full advantage of that feature as they shut the door. He palmed the shower to its warmest setting to keep the steam in the room from dissipating. Sarek had already pulled off his heavy sweater, and was about to do the same to the long-sleeved T-shirt underneath when Leonard reached for his hands and stopped him. "Last night, I had to strip your clothes off quickly. Let me enjoy it this time," he breathed. Had it really been less than twenty-four hours since they arrived here? It seemed like a lifetime ago. "Only if you will allow me the same pleasure," Sarek replied, displaying a hint of that smile that was meant only for his lover. "I wouldn't have it any other way." Leonard reached for the hem of Sarek's shirt and inched it slowly up the torso. Right away he noticed that the one-piece undergarment was absent. The shirt was the only thing that stood between him and his touch of Sarek's bare skin. Pulling it off, he tossed it into the hamper that was attached to the recycler, and grazed his thumbs across the small, circular nipples, feeling them respond to his touch. The chest was smooth, only the faintest line of hair ran from the breastbone to the waistband of the trousers--a provocative path that beckoned one to follow it to the treasures that lay below. His fingers trailed down the path until he reached the closure to the trousers, but found his hands being pulled away. "I believe it is my turn," Sarek replied in a voice becoming deep with pure, unadulterated lust. Sarek reached for the front of Leonard's shirt and unbuttoned each button with painstaking care. If it had been up to him, he would've just pulled the damned thing open, the buttons be damned. Only after the front was completely unfastened, did Sarek slide it slowly from his shoulders. Leonard held his arms up and allowed Sarek to remove the T-shirt underneath. These, Sarek laid carefully into the hamper. The wait to feel those hands on him was increasingly agonizing, and he knew, without a doubt, this was Sarek's objective. Sarek looked at him, those dark eyes drinking in every inch of exposed flesh, and Leonard felt somewhat embarrassed under the close scrutiny, suddenly aware of how thin he looked in comparison to his lover. Unable to watch those eyes any longer, Leonard looked away. A hand came to his chin, gently pulling his face back around. "Why do you look away from me?" Sarek asked. "Sarek, I'm not exactly a kid anymore. I guess I was afraid that, in the light of day, I'd see...disappointment in your eyes," he whispered. "My ashaya, you are wrong if you believe there is anything about you that I do not find exceptionally desirable." Sarek leaned in and captured his mouth. Any reticence Leonard felt was dissolved under the taste of those lips. "Ummm...my sentiments exactly," Leonard breathed, once Sarek had released him from the kiss. "Now, it's my turn." Leonard reached for the clasp at Sarek's waistband and pulled it open. Running his fingers the length of the open fly, Sarek's erection spilled out. Only the fabric of the trousers was covering him. "No underwear?" Leonard grinned. "Since I remained indoors today, and the temperature in the cabin is quite satisfactory, there was no need for the additional insulation." "Logical. Fucking. Erotically. Logical." Leonard breathed as he went to his knees. He removed Sarek's shoes. There were socks, but the floor of the cabin did remain cooler than the air, so that, too, was logical. He removed them. Reaching up, he slid the trousers down and off the legs. Not bothering with the recycler, he tossed the trousers aside. Immediately, he grasped the base of the hard cock and pulled it deep into his throat, not quite to the root, but as far as he could manage, in one, swift movement. Leonard was reasonably certain that neither the closed door, nor the music he had left playing were successful in concealing the resulting groan that escaped from Sarek's lips. Strong fingers threaded their way into his hair as Leonard massaged the sensitive head and ridges with the back of his tongue. When he felt the first drops of precum trick down his throat, he pulled off, not wanting Sarek to find release so quickly. He felt himself being pulled up. A warm tongue parted his lips and he opened to receive it. Their tongues dueled in erotic representations of their cocks driving inside each other. Sarek's hands went to the button on his jeans and roughly tugged it open and continued to pull until the zipper had reached the end of its path. A hand plunged inside the waistband of Leonard's shorts and wrapped around the hard shaft. Moving his lips to Leonard's ear, Sarek panted, "I burn for thee, Leonard McCoy, as I have never burned for another." If Sarek's hand wasn't about to bring him off, the admission, rasped in a voice deep with passion, just about did it. He was close, too damned close, another stroke up his cock and he would be lost. He reached down and pulled Sarek's hand away, quickly slid his jeans down, wrestling each boot off with the opposite foot, and ripped jeans, shorts, and socks off simultaneously. He reached his hand into the spray of water and adjusted the temperature down just to the point where it wouldn't burn his skin. Then, grasping Sarek's hand, Leonard pulled him under the spray with him. They meshed together under the flow of water. Cocks, and tongues, and arms, and legs, were all grappling for the greatest amount of contact against the other's flesh. Hands became slick with billows of white later from the soap extracted from the wall pump, and they drew erotic paths over heated, wet bodies. Moans that could no longer be suppressed were ripped from them when private orifices were taunted and probed. Not an inch of either Human or Vulcan skin remained untouched, unappreciated, or uncleaned. The spray chased puffs of white suds down the drain, yet hands and mouths still explored. Turning him around, Sarek placed Leonard's hands high against the warm, wet tile, and instructed him to part his legs with the gentle nudge of a knee between his thighs. Sarek rubbed his erection into Leonard's crease, and the human stilled himself, waiting for the invasion he knew would come quickly. Instead, he felt the sensation of a tongue starting at the nape of his neck, trailing a path down his spine, and down the crevice of his ass as Sarek knelt behind him. "Sarek...wait..." Leonard tensed and breathed a half-hearted protest when he felt his mounds being separated. It wasn't a hygienic concern; he knew for a fact that they were both as clean as a whistle, certainly as far up as sudsy fingers and water had the ability to reach. It was that no one had ever touched him in such an intimate way before. Stopping his progression toward the puckered opening, Sarek took small sucking nips at the edges of the furrow. "I will not, if you wish it." "It's not...not that I don't want you to. It's just...no one has ever...I've never..." "Neither have I, my ashaya. Never before have I had one who I have wished to experience in every way. However, I find myself wanting you...all of you. Shall I...continue?" Leonard held his breath and looked up to where the tile met the ceiling. He nodded. "Yes..." He shivered as he expelled the air that he had been holding in his lungs. Once again, his mounds were spread wide. When he felt the warm tongue circle and lathe his opening, his fingers tried, in vain, to dig into the hard surface of the tile. The touch was frightening yet erotic, benevolent yet decadent, gentle, yet it caused his whole being to tremble. Mostly, it was an act given and accepted in love. It was as if this most intimate of all contacts was a covenant of trust that belonged to only them. When the tongue darted inside of him, he gave himself into it, wholly and completely. He knew that he would forever belong to this man; that they would forever belong to each other. //Forever...Forever...my love!// his mind screamed. //Forever, my ashaya...Forever, indeed// was bled back to him, clearly, without any reservation or hesitancy, from Sarek's heart to his. He felt his body responding with each subsequent touch, and even felt his hips push toward his lover when the tongue probed inside of him again. He relaxed against the touch that was no longer foreign and allowed himself to be opened and prepared. When he was ready, Sarek rose up behind him, centered his cock and invaded him. The lips returned to the base of his neck, and a hand grasped his already throbbing cock. It only took a few strokes before he was spilling his seed onto the wall of the shower, the same time that Sarek's was being pumped deep into him. //Love you...forever...love you...// Leonard thought with his whole being. //Love you, my Leonard.// was felt within him. Sarek held him tightly around the waist as he pulled his softening erection out of his anus. Panting, one hand still splayed against the wall for support, Leonard reached for the controls and changed the shower's output to a fine, warm spray before he turned and met the face of the man he loved. He thought his mind had been playing tricks on him during the day, but he was now certain that wasn't the case. "How? How can I hear you without you initiating a meld?" he asked. Sarek's hand brushed down the side of his face. "Vulcan legend dictates that in the most rare circumstances, when two perfectly matched souls meet, a mental link can begin. It is not legally binding, as is a bond, or tel-tor, which can only be achieved through a reldai. However, if legend is to be believed, such a link has the potential to be equally as strong. It is my belief, Leonard, that we may be very close to forming such a link to one another. If so, we are becoming mentally joined through tel'itsk, the small bonding. I have personally suspected only one other instance where this may have been achieved." Leonard looked down as he absorbed this information. Then, looking back up, he said, "Let me guess, Jim and Spock?" "Yes," he nodded. "If you find that this is disquieting, we must refrain from any further melds. They will only serve to strengthen this link." Leonard wrapped his arms around Sarek's waist. He shook his head quickly to clear the drops of water from his face and eyes, wanting nothing to obstruct his view. "Sarek, I love you. If this link brings us closer together, then I want it, with all my heart. Ya know what's even better? I know you do, too. Now that I understand what's goin' on, I feel it, I feel *you*, inside of me." He drew Sarek into a kiss. "Besides..." he continued when their lips had once again parted, "...who am I to mess with perfection?" He grinned, and he felt the warmth of that grin as it bathed his lover's insides. Sarek raised his hand to touch Leonard's meld points, but Leonard took his hand and brought it to his lips. "Not now, not here," he said, looking around. "Later, when we can lie together." "Yes, tonight," Sarek breathed. "And Leonard, contrary to my son's opinion, I believe that all of your suggestions are quite sound," he smiled, openly. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! 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