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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TOS "Jim in Jeans" (K/S) NC-17 PWP 1/1
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Hey, remember May, the Merry Month of Masturbation? I
seem to recall it being a K/S tradition, but I suppose
it can really be anything. This is a reminder that if
four other stories show up for this challenge, it
becomes a GO category... :-P

Title: Jim in Jeans
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Email: blueberrysnail (at) yahoo.com
Website: http://cosmicduckling.com/spirk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: K/S
Written for the Merry Month of Masturbation tradition,
and also Kira's LJ challenge, which was to include
Spock, bondage, a James Bond reference, an aroused
person, and a pair of tight bleached blue jeans. I
took the definition of bondage loosely here, but I
hope the bonds of decorum suffice.
Beta: Hypatia Kosh, who, as I was writing this on a
park bench, played basketball the entire time.


JIM IN JEANS

The nature of the Vulcan marital bond is such that,
unless deliberately blocked for some reason, the
emotions of one partner can be vaguely sensed by the
other. Even from opposite sides of a room, or in this
case, the bridge of a starship, it is possible to be
aware of the nature of one's bondmate's thoughts, if
not their precise content.

Kirk didn't know why, exactly, but one thing was for
certain--Spock was horny.

He peered over at the science station curiously. Spock
wasn't doing anything  essential--merely replacing one
of his console panels after having removed it to clear
dust out of the controls. The bridge crew itself
wasn't at full attention at the moment anyway, because
they were merely collecting a shipment of mail and
supplies for colonies via transporter from Starbase
32. Low-level monitoring for Klingons and malfunctions
went on as usual, but everybody was pretty relaxed.

There was definitely room in the atmosphere for a
horny Vulcan.

Kirk concentrated his gaze on the back of Spock's head
until his mate sensed the mental probing. Spock turned
around, sultry-eyed, as his fingers pushed the panel
back into place with a click.

//?// Kirk conveyed. It wasn't a specific thought,
just an inquisitive mood.

Spock's reply was to lift his eyebrow. As he swiveled
his chair to face the captain, Kirk's mind suddenly
received an image in full color, clear as day.

It was of himself, James T. Kirk, in glowing,
bare-chested glory. His pectoral muscles shone
slightly with sweat, and his hair was a little damp
from an imaginary workout. He was clad only in a pair
of tight, bleached blue jeans, and from the
conspicuous longitudinal lump at one thigh, it was
clear he was just as aroused in the fantasy as its
creator was in real life.

Jim couldn't help himself. A big, boyish grin spread
across his face and he batted his eyelashes twice at
the science console. The fingers of one hand moved to
the computer keypad in his armrest, and he quickly
sent a message to Spock's computer.

FLATTERER!

Spock turned back to read the message, then typed
something in reply.

TEMPTOR.

Kirk grinned harder. Spock's arousal had wafted across
the room and was beginning to affect him. He shifted
in his seat to relieve the pressure in his pants as
his organ began to stiffen.

Spock saw his reaction, and watched with glittering,
scientific eyes. He began to animate the Fantasy-Kirk
in his mind, transmitting the results to the real
Kirk.

The imagined Jim in jeans had one hand on his belly,
and he rubbed his skin lazily as if massaging his
muscles after exercise.  Then he moved his hand up to
his chest and nonchalantly played with one nipple,
prodding and then pinching it to rubbery hardness.

The real Jim inhaled sharply, his nipples springing to
action as if they'd really been thus caressed. He cast
puppy-eyes at Spock, mock-begging some respite. After
all, he was in the captain's chair! There was no way
he could satisfy this desire at the moment.

If Spock felt mercy, he did not let it affect his
actions. Jim in jeans had apparently grown weary of
playing with his nipples for the time being, and now
he clutched at the solid flesh hiding in his pants.
His hand moved up and down the hidden erection, his
head leaning back slightly with pleasure.

The captain of the Enterprise shifted uncomfortably in
his seat, his dick feeling like it was about to poke
straight through his pants. His fingers gripped
tightly at his armrest. *If only I could really do
that to myself right now,* he wished silently. He
wondered for a humorous moment how his bridge crew
would react if he acted on his unrealistic idea.

Spock would definitely be very happy, or whatever it
was Vulcans called their version of happy--that was
for certain, if the actions of Jim in jeans were any
indication. The fantasy Kirk undid his fly and slowly,
teasingly removed his penis from his pants. It rose
from the textured denim sea like a leaping dolphin,
smooth and strong, and his hands clutched at it
firmly. The erection throbbed beneath his touch. He
was Captain Penis of the Starship Manly-Thighs. He was
Penis Galore. He was James Testicle Tiberius Kirk,
Master of Masturbation--

Lieutenant Uhura spoke into her open channel with the
transporter room. "Starbase 32 reports they are ready
to transmit the fourth shipment of supplies," she told
Mr. Scott, who was waiting on the other end. As she
listened for his reply, she happened to glance over at
Captain Kirk. She wasn't really surprised to see that
he was sporting another erection. *What IS it with
him?* she wondered to herself as she wiped a crumb
from lunch off of her uniform. *Does his ~chair~
vibrate?*

//

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