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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TOS "Do I Look Fat to You?" (K/S) NC-17 1/1 PWP
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'Bout time this got posted to the lists! ~_^

Title: Do I Look Fat To You? 
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten 
Email: blueberrysnail @ yahoo dot com 
Website: http://spirk.cosmicduckling.com 
Pairing: Kirk/Spock 
Beta: Hypatia 
Codes: NC-17, PWP, humor, shameless enthusiasm for fat
:-) 
Archive: SBS#11, ASCEM, WWOMB, and nice people who ask
first 
Dedicated to William Shatner's tummy *tee-hee*


DO I LOOK FAT TO YOU?

"You know what I spent the entire day doing?" Captain
James T. Kirk asked, unfastening the white  strap at
the top of his uniform jacket.  

"I do not," said Spock, looking up from the evening
chair in the corner of his cabin. A journal  of
agricultural research lounged across his
still-uniformed lap.  

"Being told how fat I've gotten," Kirk snorted
indignantly. "Would you believe that? This is what  I
get for agreeing to give a commencement speech. Thanks
to that portrait they painted of us all  after V'Ger
and hung in the cafeteria, all those cadets seemed to
expect me to have stopped aging  at forty!"  

"I suppose it came as a surprise to them to discover
that you were only human after all," Spock  said
wryly.  

Kirk made a face and stopped undressing. Instead, he
paced over to the mirror, his jacket flap  hanging
open. He scrutinized himself surreptitiously, trying
to look casual. "You'd think people  would have
something a little more cerebral to say than to
comment on how much more 'Jim Kirk' there  is than
there used to be, considering what we've
accomplished."  

"More to cherish," Spock murmured innocently, his tone
still Vulcan but his words unmistakeably 
affectionate.  

Jim smiled at the words. "Is it really that
noticeable, Spock? I thought, with the belt..."  

Spock put the journal on a nearby table and stood,
brushing off his uniform. He walked over to  his
reflection-absorbed bondmate and placed a gentle hand
on either side of his midsection.  "There is no logic
in denying what is there," he said softly. Jim's pulse
quickened as Spock's breath  tickled and stimulated
his ear. "Your body is pleasing to me as it is. If you
are not tired  from the ceremony, I will teach you to
appreciate it as I do."  

Kirk's expression shifted from study to prizewinning
smile. "Of course I've got the energy! Now  you're
starting to sound like one of them. Silly kids seem to
think us more mature folks are all through  having
adventures."  

"Those 'kids' are probably afraid that you've used up
all the good adventures yourself," Spock  quipped.
With a hand on Jim's lower back he led him away from
the mirror and towards the bed.  

"We *have* been through quite a lot, haven't we," Jim
mused, one arm around Spock's back. He lay  down
across the bed and helped Spock climb on top of him.  

Jim ran his fingers through Spock's hair lazily as
Spock finished unfastening his jacket for him.  The
complicated uniforms always made lovemaking
half-striptease, half-puzzlebox, but it only made  it
more tantalizing and satisfying when they were finally
nude. He started to undress Spock too,  wondering if
the Vulcan stayed in his uniform until bed lately
purposely to give him this extra  tease.  

The wine-colored jackets deposited in a chair, the men
next turned their attentions to the white  shirts.
Spock pulled Kirk's shirt up to his armpits but made
no effort to take it off completely.  Instead, he
turned his attentions to Kirk's belly, which now,
unshackled by belt or jacket, threatened  to declare
mutiny against the pants and proclaim itself a new
nation.  

Spock ran his hands over Kirk's paunch, concentrating
on every action. "This much is a novelty  for a
Vulcan," he pointed out to his partner, who was still
slightly sensitive about his weight from  the events
of the day. "We do not store fat in the way humans do.
Therefore the exotic becomes the erotic."  

"You're right, I've never seen a fat Vulcan," Kirk
breathed. What was Spock doing to his stomach?  

A nose pressed into the soft cushion of midsection and
then Spock's thorough mouth began to lick.  He nibbled
patterns and swirls across Jim's skin, his hands
somewhere underneath Jim's body lightly  gripping his
backside. Jim's head lolled into the pillow and he
closed his eyes in delight as his  stomach twitched at
the attention.  

He opened his eyes to find out why Spock had stopped
licking his belly and found his husband  pulling off
his own shirt. He quickly followed suit and soon both
shirts lay on the same chair as  the jackets, waiting
to be joined very soon by pants.  

Jim's hands were at his fly but before he could do
anything about the pants situation Spock had  slammed
his body down on top of him, pressing their bare
chests together. He moaned at the sudden  pleasurable
contact. Inching his trapped hands out from under
Spock, he eventually worked them free  and put them to
use kneading Spock's ass. Encouraged by this, the
Vulcan humped him harder. Their  erections brushed
together through their trousers, and Kirk fidgeted
around to align them.  

Jim let out an ecstatic yelp as Spock sucked at the
base of his neck. Their bodies rubbed  together in the
familiar rhythm of decades of such nights. Spock
licked a slow, careful trail over  Jim's chin up to
his mouth, and reached it triumphantly with a deep,
full kiss.  

Their mouths merged wetly and energetically as they
dove down each other's throats. Spock's tongue  was
soft and agile and licked at all the places in Jim's
mouth that it knew best, saying hello. Jim  groaned
into the kiss as he struggled to grind their hard
penises together through the pants.  

"You wish something?" Spock teased, as Jim tugged at
the back of Spock's waistband clumsily.  

"You," Jim grunted, his cheek pressed tightly against
Spock's.  

"I'm right here," Spock pointed out, emphasizing this
by wrapping his tongue around the back of  Jim's ear. 


"No... pants... aaaaahhhh...." Jim was jelly from all
the places Spock's tongue had visited.  

Spock must have decided he was sufficiently teased,
because he moved away from Kirk's body slightly  in
order to divest himself of his uniform pants. Kirk
didn't waste any time in getting out of his own  as
well. Pants and boxers settled down agreeably in the
chair with the other clothing and the men  returned
their attentions to each other's newly undressed
bodies.  

Spock dove at Jim's belly again with his mouth, even
as Jim fumbled around with his hands trying  to pull
Spock into some kind of position condusive to sex. His
penis ground into Spock's chest hair,  wanting
attention. But Spock was apparently preparing Jim's
middle for something. He was leaving  much more saliva
across his skin than such body-licking would usually
warrant.  

Then he hauled himself up and positioned himself so
that his erection jutted into Jim's belly fat.  His
face inches away from Jim's, he brushed a quick kiss
onto his bondmate's mouth before thrusting  against
him.  

The smooth, sensitive skin on Jim's stomach was new to
the sensation of being fucked, and it was  highly
arousing to feel Spock's genitalia moving against a
part of his body it didn't usually touch.  Spock
wrapped his thighs around Jim's penis so that it could
slide comfortably into the crevice  between Spock's
buttocks, with Spock's balls resting on top of it.
"Mmmmhhh."  

Spock ran his fingers into the Jim's thick, graying
hair and cradled his head with both hands.  It was
close enough to a meld for Jim to feel the essence of
Spock's being humming away inside his  consciousness.
He loved this alien *so much*, this man who had been
part of him for so many years...  his loyal friend who
had fought with him, explored with him, spent shore
leaves and quiet nights  with him, and was now making
love to his stomach.  

Jim pumped into the tight space between Spock's legs.
He knew Spock was getting close to coming;  he could
feel the other man's penis tensing as Spock held his
breath momentarily. Jim craned his  neck to reach the
tip of Spock's ear with his tongue and flicked it
roughly. With a gasp, Spock  came, spilling his
passion out upon Jim's midsection. Jim climaxed a
moment later and they held  each other, eyes closed,
breathing heavily, until their orgasms finished.  

Jim was surprised out of his happy stupor when Spock
wriggled out of his arms to return his  attention yet
again to Jim's stomach, which was now covered in
glistening gelatinous Vulcan semen.  Spock proceeded
to lick Jim's skin clean, dragging his tongue across
the wet evidence of his own  climax. Jim filed the
intensely erotic image away in his mind for boring
staff meetings with the  admiralty.  

When he was finished, Spock lay down next to Jim and
rested his head against the other pillow  in the bed.
His face turned to Jim and he simply looked at him,
with big, deep, beautiful eyes.  One eyebrow rose
slightly, which was Vulcan for *Was it good for you?* 


"Wonderful, as always," Jim breathed, lifting Spock's
hand to his mouth and kissing his knuckles.  "Very
thorough. I'm glad you think so highly of my..." He
looked down across the expanse of his body.  

"As long as you are healthy, t'hy'la. This is natural
for your genetic body type."  

"You have a very creative way of making up for what
those cadets were saying," Kirk flirted.  

"Thank you. I am grateful, however, that they selected
this particular manifestation of your  aging on which
to comment."  

"What do you mean?"  

"Imagine my acrobatics if the conversation all day had
been about your graying hair."


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