Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!news.glorb.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.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: From: "lyrastarwatcher" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS: Sensate Focus 4/4 (K/S)[NC-17] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 466 Date: Mon, 11 Oct 2004 02:55:16 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: newshog.newsread.com 1097463316 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 10 Oct 2004 22:55:16 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 22:55:16 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85057 X-Received-Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 19:56:17 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Sensate Focus [NC-17] Part 4 of 4 Author: Lyrastarwatcher at yahoo dot com , www.geocities.com/lyrastarwatcher ---------------- Chapter 7 Lieutenant Immamura had been woken out of a sound sleep by the call. Nonetheless, he dressed, grabbed his datacorder and reported as ordered. "I'm sorry for the delay, Captain." Jim ushered him in. "We know you were off-shift. I need you to ratify a marriage." Immamura paused for a moment. Any ship's captain could do just that. But he followed orders. "Yes sir." He sat down at the computer and pulled up the forms. "Who's getting married?" The door whooshed open and McCoy came in, medikit in his hand. He made a quick survey of the captain, the room. "Everyone all right? Spock didn't tell me a damn thing when he called." He stowed the kit. "It's called communication, Spock. You should try it sometime," he grumbled. "I swear, you remind me more and more of my ex-wife every day." Immamura's jaw dropped. This had to be a bad dream; maybe he would wake up soon. "So what's up?" asked McCoy. "We need you as a witness to a marriage." "Oh, nice. Who's getting married?" Jim cocked his head and gestured at Spock. "Looks like we're all here." McCoy coughed. "You don't mean you two?" Jim's face conceded and McCoy broke out in a huge grin. "Why Spock, you old devil! I didn't know you had it in you. Why didn't you tell me? I'd've brought flowers. Maybe even a blue garter." Spock raised one eyebrow. "While it would not surprise me in the least to hear that you had such an item in your possession, I would elect to leave it with you. Surely you would feel lopsided wearing only one." Immamura tried his best not to snicker. Spock walked the front of the desk leaving McCoy fuming at the reversal. "Lieutenant Immamura, if you would proceed with all due haste." Jim took his place beside him. "Which contract?" Immamura asked. He plugged in the names and prided himself on having maintained his cool. He was an officer and a professional. Anything else could wait. "Life," said Kirk. "Life?" Immamura couldn't quite keep the surprise out of his voice. "Problem, Lieutenant?" Kirk widened his eyes. "No sir." He punched up a new screen. "It's just that I don't get to use that one much. "Ready." He cleared his throat and started at the top. "Dearly beloved--" McCoy snickered. "Lieutenant, just the particulars." Kirk's voice was soft, but his eyes meant business as usual. "Yes sir." He scrolled down the screen. "Do you, James T. Kirk, take this man to be your lawfully wedded spouse from this time forward for as long as you both do live?" "I do." "And do you, Spock--" There was no way. Immamura turned the screen to Spock around and pointed at the string of letters that followed his given name. "Just Spock will do," said Kirk, "Go on." He turned the screen back toward himself. "Do you Spock, take this man to be your lawfully wedded spouse for as long as you both do live?" "I do." "I now pronounce you legally wed. You may now--" Immamura glanced up. One look at their faces was enough to make him reconsider. He started over. "You may now sign and press your thumb prints here and here. And Doctor McCoy, if you would witness here." He indicated the designated areas. "Thank you Lieutenant. That will be all." Kirk finished his signature with his usual flourish. Immamura turned before he reached the door. He waited for Kirk's acknowledgment. "Yes, Lieutenant?" "Sir--sometimes people marry for political or career reasons." "So I've head. Your point?" He cleared his throat. "Well, policy is for me to report all crew marriages to 'The Engine's Hum', but in this case I wondered--" His voice trailed off. "The Engine's Hum" was the social column of the weekly Enterprise news release. "Mr. Immamura, is it your policy to ask each and every crewman if they would like you to violate ship's policy for them?" He straightened. "No, Sir." "Then--you believe I am the sort of captain who would wish to be treated differently than his men?" "No, Sir!" Kirk nodded. "I didn't think so. Carry on, Lieutenant." Still he stood at the hatch. "Yes, Lieutenant, something else?" Immamura held out his hand. "Yes sir. Congratulations. To you both." Jim's eyes twinkled as he accepted the handshake. "Thank you, Lieutenant." "Commander Spock." Immamura made the Vulcan sign of greeting, and Spock acknowledged it in kind. And then Immamura made a beeline for the news office. Back in the captain's quarter's, McCoy poured three drinks and passed them around. "Well Jim, when I signed on board you promised me strange and wonderful things, but I wasn't expecting anything this strange." "Or wonderful?" asked Spock. McCoy stopped and looked him full in the face. There was a certain peace he had never seen before. It suited the Vulcan well. "Or wonderful, Mr. Spock. Or wonderful." He raised his glass. "To marriage," he said, meaning it for the first time in many years. "To marriage," they repeated, and all three drank at once. McCoy set his glass down. "Well, I'd better be going and leave you two love-birds alone." Jim stopped him. "Bones--there is something else." McCoy waited. "What do you know about frigidity?" McCoy snorted and rolled his eyes. "A helluva a lot more than you do, I bet. Did you ever meet my ex-wife? Why do you ask?" Jim looked innocent. Spock looked like he would be just as happy to sink into the deck. "Oh boy. I need another drink." McCoy crossed back into the room, but instead of the decanter, he took a chair instead. "Well, tell Uncle Lenny all about it. How far have you two gotten? First base? Second?" "Still in the locker room lacing up cleats," said Jim. Oh boy. The things they don't teach you in medical school. McCoy considered his options. "My usual suggestion would be the old sensate focus techniques, but I don't think you'd like that, Jim." "I am familiar with the term," Spock said. "He will not like it." "Gentleman, I've heard tell that on other ships, the captain sometimes gets to make the decisions. What an interesting idea that would be. Do you think we could try it?" McCoy turned to him. "It's an old technique, but effective. It fell out of favor when the developers also made some more radical propositions. The idea is to learn to enjoy touching and being touched without having sex." "Bones, we're already not having sex; we've got that part down." "I told you he wouldn't like it," said Spock. "Not just not to have sex," said McCoy, "but to have strict limits set by an outside party. No pressure, because you are not 'allowed' to do any more than those limits. Your partner can't tell you what to do; you just do what feels good. As the comfort increases and desire for more stimulation, the limits are increased slowly--always a little less than the more reserved partner is really ready for." "And who sets those limits?" said Jim. McCoy smiled a slow, broad gleam. He aimed it directly at Spock. "Why, me of course." Spock rolled his eyes. "Are you sure you don't want to call your father?" said Jim. McCoy stood up. "First step--all clothes on except boots; no cheating and reaching underneath. No touching nipples, genitals or backsides. Have fun. "Oh, and Spock," McCoy stood with an evil twinkle in his eye. "Be sure to stop by in the morning and let me know how it goes. Or if I'm not there, you can tell Christine and she'll pass it on. Cheers." He winked and walked out of the room, chuckling to himself the whole time. Yeah, sometimes practicing medicine had its rewards. "So, now what?" Jim said. "I would presume that is your area of expertise." "Arguable in this case," said Jim, "but a little trial and error sounds good to me." He tried to open his mind just as wide. "Come here." Spock came. At first the touching was tentative, a little awkward and unsure. Moving his hands and letting his mind open to the link between them, Jim found his rhythm soon. Running his hands over the blue velour, he explored muscles, lines and ridges and then repeating compulsively, as if determined to memorize every one. At first it was out of curiosity, within a few minutes, out of lust. Somewhere in the back, his brain must have known that the fevered skin, the racing pulse, the little quivers in the belly were the norm for a Vulcan, but his body wasn't thinking so clearly right then. It sensed what would be signs of excitement in a human, and answered back in kind. Somewhere in the midst of this they had fallen atop the bed. He pulled their bodies closer--groin to hip, face to face. With a sweep of his hand down Spock's back and in, he pressed their lips together for a kiss. Spock's mouth opened to him and the scrape of dry tongue against his took his breath away. His ardor grew and straightened uncomfortably between their bodies and he writhed and pressed bodies and mouths, straining towards his needs. Now Spock's hands were moving all over him. The touch on him was frankly mesmerizing. Electricity seemed to follow the fingers wherever they chose to go. They dusted his back, massaged his muscles, and finally found those oh-so sensitive places on his throat. Jim gasped and broke away. Breathless, he fell to his back. Spock lay his weight against Jim's side, but continued to move his hands. He caressed the chest, circling and teasing just out of reach of the nipples. He ran his other hand up and down the length of Jim's thigh, lingering in the sensitive crease of his leg. Jim squeezed his cheeks together and rocked his hips back and forth, anything to get a little friction. With one arm he pulled Spock more firmly against his body, the other hand he reached under the back of the blue velour. "Jim," Spock's voice was thick, raspy in a way he'd never heard before. "It's still clothes," said Jim, his hand stroking beneath the tunic but over the black T. His voice sounded none too normal either. "It counts." Jim moaned. "Kiss me, please! Kiss me!" Technically, asking was against the rules, but Spock complied anyway. Jim rode wave after wave of sensual pleasure, taking care to stay just far enough out from that final surge. He'd done it many times before, could have done it now, until he heard Spock's breathing change. Vulcan or no, there was no mistaking that rough cadence of arousal. He'd heard it once before in the arena, and he heard it again now. His balls spasmed and his dick throbbed so hard it was agony. Not from desire but from raw physical need, Jim stuck his hand down his own pants and held himself where it hurt. He daren't move; he'd come with the slightest tug. The strangest feeling passed through his body, like being sucked up in a windtunnel and dropped down too fast to even know what happened. His dick softened half-way in his palm, but it was so sensitive now. He pulled his hand out, just a small smear of ooze on one finger, and rested in Spock's arms. "All right?" Spock asked, staring into his face intently. "All right," he answered. "Don't stop; this feels so good." Jim rolled over and on top, wrapping his arms for a full body kiss. Some of the urgency gone, he could concentrate now. He watched Spock's face, heard the pant of his breath, smelled the exotic musk that spoke of another world that he had only just begun to explore. He ran his fingers through his hair, felt the slightest sheen of sweat; he heard little sounds from the back of his throat--not Vulcan, not Terran: universal. He rocked their bodies together in the middle, and then he felt the change. He'd felt it often enough himself, hell, he was working on feeling it again. But he'd never felt it pressed into his thigh like this. Not from the one person he was closer to than any other. The thought of the joys to be known together--shared and doubled--was almost enough to make him come then and there. He slid down the bed and set greedy fingers to the fly. "No." Spock grabbed his hand and held. Jim groaned in frustration and lay his head down on Spock's belly. The heady smell was stronger now. It was everywhere in his mouth and nose. It was so strong he could taste it just a little. He wanted more. He would do almost anything to get more. He tried again for the fly, but Spock tightened his grip. "Doctor McCoy was most insistent on this matter." Jim flopped back on his back. His own hard on was back with a vengeance. He rubbed himself a little through his pants. "Of all the times for you to decide Bones is right, it has to be right now?" "It has been working so far." "Yes, indeed it has." Jim threw himself back on top and opened an unrestrained kiss. The wave started at their mouths, and moved down to his throat, his chest, his gut, and further. They rocked against each other madly. Jim bit a lip and tasted blood. It didn't stop their fervor; they both pressed on eager for more. Spock choked a name and Jim could take it no longer. He slid down the bunk and put his mouth to Spock's bulge. He'd planned on just lips, but he used his teeth too--up and down once, two times, three. Spock arched his back and came with a silent shriek of the mind. The next thing Jim knew, he had come too. Sometime later, the universe reformed. "I think we'll make it just fine," Jim said as he pulled himself back up. "I am pleased to hear you say that, as I have changed my mind in one significant respect." Spock stroked his face and brushed his mind. "I do not wish you to share this with anyone else." "I think that can be arranged," said Jim. He kissed him chastely on the lips. They held for a long minute, muscles cooling, heartbeats slowing, fingers intertwined. "I should take a shower," Jim said. Still he didn't move. The comm flashed the silent signal of a waiting non-urgent message. Spock untangled their limbs and swung his legs over the side of the bunk. The message was from Sulu's personal station. Spock raised an eyebrow. The characters were all Cyrillic. "Spock? Problem?" Jim rolled to his elbow and peered through the mesh. "I think not, although tomorrow's Bridge shift is likely to be an interesting experience. Someone at Lt. Sulu's cabin comm has sent us a message in Russian. I believe the pronunciation is 'Vseh Blag. Shelau schastiya v semeinoi shizni.' In English, 'All blessings and wishes for happiness in married life.'" Jim relaxed back down on the bunk. Yes, tomorrow should indeed be interesting, but when was life on the Enterprise ever dull? Spock came back to the sleeping area just long enough to pull on his boots. "Hey, where're you going?" The leftover space where they had lain now cooled rapidly, and the same narrow bunk suddenly felt huge and empty. "Back to my quarters. These arrangements are not conducive to both of us being able to attain quality sleep." Sometime Spock's perfect logic could be a perfect pain in the ass. He'd slept alone almost every night for the past eight years. Why should the idea bother him so much now? "It's our wedding night; I was planning--hoping to spend it with you." Jim felt something stir within his mind. He reached into his mind and found the link. Spock reached back, and the floodgates opened; he was no longer alone. Spock was with him, over him, wrapped around him just as sure and keenly as he had been on the bunk. And never parted. He felt surrounded. He felt held. He felt loved. "Alright, alright, you've convinced me; you can go." Jim said with a smile. "Tomorrow I'll have the carpenter redo the bunks to a better size and take out the bulkhead." "The bulk head?" "Between our quarters. We'll join them together." "That would significantly reduce your privacy." "That's the idea, or did you think that half-Vulcans were the only people in the universe who get lonely?" Jim was well aware that they weren't. Jim didn't try to guess whether what he was experiencing was through their bond, or merely the wisdom of the years of friendship. It no longer made any difference, but a single look at Spock's face told him he was fully understood. Jim pulled himself under the coverlet, feeling Spock's mind move against him with all the warmth and firm reality that his body had only moments before. And the bunk really was too small for two grown men. He rolled over on his side. "Good. Dismissed." The habits of years die hard, still he hadn't meant it to sound like such an order. "Oh, and Spock, one more thing." Spock turned. Jim focused his thoughts. Spock gave a tiny smile and inclined his head in a nod. Spock stepped back to touch their fingers one last time. "And I you, Jim." And I you. ~Lyra June 2004 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: