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I wrote this while visiting New York last summer with
Ami-chan. Ironically, the famous Auguat Blackout began
about five minutes after our plane left to go back
home. Read on...

Title: Express 
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Beta: Hypatia, the public transit king ;-) 
Email: blueberrysnail @ yahoo dot com 
Website: The Kirk/Spock happyplace 
Pairing: Kirk/Spock from Star Trek 
Rating: [NC-17] PWP 
Archive: Slash Advent Calendar 2003, ASCEM, WWOMB, and
nice people who ask first 
Disclaimer: Trek belongs to someone else. I make no
profit but my smiles and your feedback 
Setting: Slightly after Star Trek: The Motion Picture
or so 


EXPRESS 

 "Spock! Hurry up! The car's already waiting at the
terminal!" Admiral James T. Kirk frantically  motioned
to his companion as they attempted to navigate the
chaotic sea of people and aliens. 

"Admiral, I'm afraid we may miss it," Spock called to
him over people's heads. "The crowd is too  dense and
it is difficult to maintain our proximity." 

The two Starfleet heroes were on their way to an
interplanetary summit that for once  was taking place
right at home on Earth. It was, however, being held at
a secure location which could only be reached via
transporter. The measures  put in place to protect the
delegates also served to hassle its more local
participants, since the  special shuttlecars from the
central station to the secure transporter only left
once an hour. Therefore, Kirk and Spock were  rushing,
like their forefathers had for hundreds of years, to
catch  public transportation in a packed mass of
souls. 

"It's right here, Spock! Just a little bit more!" Kirk
called over his shoulder. "I don't want  to wait
around here for another hour in my dress uniform. This
is worse than a sauna!"  

"I agree, Admiral. It is hot even for a Vulcan."
Spock, despite his comment, only looked slightly 
mussed. But it was still difficult for him to keep up
with Kirk in the crowd, simply because barging 
straight through the crowd upset both his polite
sensibilities and his Vulcan touch-telepathy. He  was
already in physical contact with too many people as it
was, and was becoming slightly distressed  from the
process of quelling mental contact with their
disorganized thoughts. 

"Almost there! Come on, Spock!" Kirk, not looking
back, reached behind him through the  throng and
seized Spock's wrist tightly. Spock allowed himself to
be towed towards the waiting  open door, clambering
along as best he could in another set of new boots.
Starfleet had changed  the uniforms yet again...  

Sweaty from dealing with the body heat of hundreds of
members of dozens of species, Kirk's hand  started to
slip down Spock's clothed wrist. To prevent them from
being completely separated by the  chaotic crowd, he
grabbed Spock's hand once his own had slid down that
far. Their hands locked  together tightly.  

Kirk finally ducked into the shuttlecar and reeled his
friend in after him. They collapsed into  two
miraculously vacant seats in an isolated corner of the
car just as the doors shut. Kirk extracted  his hand
from Spock's to wipe the sweat off his face and then
amused himself by casually examining  the other
passengers as the shuttlecraft took off and zoomed
toward its destination.  

Spock's mind, on the other hand, was deeply at work
within itself. His hand still felt the imprint  of not
only Kirk's physical touch but also his essence. The
two men usually refrained from completely  holding
hands in public, the hands of a Vulcan being extremely
sensitive telepathic receptors for mental  sensation.
The formal spousal finger-touch was all either of them
would allow, Spock for his own sense of  propriety and
custom, and Kirk because when he held hands with
Spock, really twined their fingers  together
thoroughly, he recieved such subconscious waves of
love and desire that it was difficult to control 
himself from initiating further contact in an
inappropriate surrounding. Spock may appear unmoving
as the  granite beneath the ground, but through their
fingers Kirk could feel the magma flowing still yet
deeper.  

And so Spock found himself both reeling from and
relishing the unusual amount of public contact they 
had just experienced. Through the bare handclasp, he
knew Jim's love and affection, his incredibly vivacity
and  life force, and of course the ever-present hum of
adventurous sexuality. The result of their accidental 
but almost illicit contact was that even though it had
only been for ten or fifteen seconds, Spock's trousers
 now bulged unmistakeably.  

He tried to Vulcan it away, but the humidity of the
car distracted his mental controls as he also was 
forced to adjust his metabolism to that as well. This,
besides trying to feel comfortable in a small enclosed
 space with a large group of strangers, one of whom
was listening to some sort of loud alien techno fusion
 music on a portable stereo. Other passengers glared,
but the creature didn't seem to care.  

Kirk turned to him. "Well, we made it!" he said with a
grin. Then, recognizing something in Spock's eyes,  he
glanced down. A featherweight glance, it was so quick
as to be nearly a blink. He couldn't resist a tiny 
smirk when he noticed Spock's erection straining
against his black pants.  

"Sorry I grabbed your hand," he murmured under his
breath.  

"It is not unpleasant," Spock reassured him in an even
lower voice. "It is simply inappropriate."  

"Ah," nodded Kirk. Unfortunately, he too was now
slightly excited at the thought of Spock sitting next
to  him rock hard just from holding his hand. His
blood stirred and his face decided to blush  slightly
as well.  

Spock knew the signs. "Admiral, I believe the summit
accomodations included quite luxurious sleeping 
arrangements," he deadpanned.  

Kirk nodded, smiling, not knowing quite what else to
do. "Really? Hmm." *I wonder if I could make him  come
right here just from holding his hand and doing
creative enough things with it,* he mused to himself. 


Then suddenly there was blackness. Complete, utter
blackness. A few people shrieked and some of the
aliens  made exotic noises of protest, but there was
nobody to answer as the car was operated remotely by
computer.  It continued on its course and after a few
seconds, the emergency lighting near the floor
remembered to switch  itself on. It illuminated
nothing higher than the anklebone and was thoroughly
useless, but it seemed to  reassure the passengers
slightly that they hadn't just all simultaneously
beamed into hell.  

Kirk and Spock sat motionless, meditating for a few
seconds at the unpredictability of the public transit 
equipment. "Everything's complicated," said Kirk
finally, exhaling loudly. "They don't want to open the
 windowscreens because the security transporter
location's private, but then something like this
happens." He emphasized  his minor annoyance by
attempting to slap his own thigh, but instead his hand
landed right on top of Spock's.  

Kirk felt the other man's body shudder at the
reconnection of their hands. He wasn't about to waste
this  moment. He felt way too much passion flowing
through their touch, and knew that Spock had barely
begun  trying to mentally drain his lust.  

Spock's night vision was much better than a human's,
and he had to have both seen and sensed the errant 
approach of Kirk's hand. Yet he hadn't moved his own
away. Kirk translated this into consent for the
usually  forbidden, and moved his other hand up to
Spock's cheek. Unseen by the rest of the darkened
cabin, he pulled  Spock's face to his and tilted his
own. They began kissing, and their hands wrapped
around each other, index  fingers touching head-on and
mirroring their meeting mouths.  

"Jim," Spock breathed huskily in the lowest of
whispers, into Kirk's mouth.  

"Do you think the power's going to stay out?" Kirk
mumbled as he kept nibbling Spock's lips.  

"Almost undoubtedly. The expiration of the pouch
containing the lighting fuel triggers the emergency
lighting." Ever the science  officer. Even with his
husband's tongue jammed into the back of his throat.  

"Good." Kirk suddenly broke both the kiss and the
handclasp, and dove downwards to undo Spock's fly.
"I'd  hate for anyone to notice this." And the next
thing Spock knew, his penis was out of his pants and 
half-surrounded by the wet warmth of Jim Kirk's mouth.
 

Kirk knew what he was doing, both in terms of public
decency and sexual technique, so Spock simply sat 
back and let his former commander take command. Jim's
tongue stroked the head of his cock with several long,
hard  laps before he began to suck him in earnest.  

Spock closed his eyes and thrust involuntarily further
into Jim's lips. He ran his fingers through Jim's 
hair tenderly. Jim's head bobbed deeper and deeper
until he was taking the whole organ into his mouth
with  every descent. Spock throbbed and strained, and
pushed his head back against the wall of the
shuttlecar.  Running his hand all the way down Jim's
back, he felt the contours of his bondmate's body
through  the uniform jacket. Then he swept his caress
up over Jim's thigh and let it rest firmly on Jim's
erection,  its bulk mightily attempting to rise out of
the trouser fabric.  

Spock obliged it. He opened Jim's fly and curled his
fingers around the hot, hard shaft of flesh. Spock 
stroked and tugged on Jim's penis as the actions of
Jim's mouth brought him closer and closer to climax.
His  hips ground harder and harder against Jim's face.
Jim could tell he was near, and pulsed harder in
Spock's  hand.  

"Yeessss...." Spock moaned so softly it was probably
only telepathic. But they were still glad for the
faraway noise of the alien's portable stereo.  

Jim rubbed him harder with his skilled lips, and
flicked his tongue around against Spock's skin. Spock
could tell from subtle changes in Jim's blood flow
exactly when he  was about to come, and steered them
both towards a shared orgasm. Jim drew  back slightly
as he felt Spock's hardness start to twitch, so that
the jet of semen wouldn't hit the back of his throat 
but could instead be savored.  They tried not to gasp
too loudly as it  happened, tangible love bursting out
of their electrified bodies. They pressed together and
felt very, very  close...  

Breathing deeply and his heart pounding like a bongo
drum, Jim released Spock's penis from his mouth and 
rested his head briefly on Spock's lap. Spock stroked
his face with the gentle, tender fingers of his clean 
hand. The other hand he lifted to his own mouth, where
he quickly nibbled and licked off Jim's fluid. Vulcans
 did this if there was ever any semen left over after
intercourse, to cut down on loss of body water even in
 this insignificant way.

Jim found it amusingly kinky. He hugged Spock's middle
peacefully as his heart  rate calmed down. 

"We are nearing our destination." Spock's clear voice,
spoken at a normal volume, startled Kirk out of his 
comfortable reverie. It was a cue and a warning. They
pulled apart as silently as they could and put
themselves  back together. Jim wiped the sweat off his
face again and sat back in his seat, satisfied. The
shuttlecar  slowed, and then stopped with a small
jolt.  

When the doors slid open, brilliant white sunlight
streamed  into the car and everybody groaned. Kirk
looked at Spock, whose eyes were closed. "We're here,"
Kirk said  softly, nudging his shoulder with his
knuckles.  

"I know," said Spock. "I was protecting my eyes."  

Ten minutes later they stood in the secure transporter
room waiting to be beamed to the summit. "You two 
came in on the shuttlecar from Starfleet?" the techie
behind the controls asked them.  

Kirk nodded. "Yes, we did."  

"I hear you had a problem with the lights going out.
Sorry about that."  

"It wasn't a problem." Kirk was smiling magnanimously.
Spock smirked.  

"Energize."  

//

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