Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!prodigy.com!news.glorb.com!postnews.google.com!news2.google.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.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: <20041115051709.3AB9986B0C@ws7-1.us4.outblaze.com> From: "johannes berlin" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TOS Problem Solved (S/Mc) [NC-17] 1/1 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 326 Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 13:55:02 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1100526902 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 15 Nov 2004 08:55:02 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 08:55:02 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:85655 X-Received-Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 05:55:08 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Problem Solved Author: Hypatia Kosh http://hypatia.slashcity.org/slash/ Series: TOS Codes: S/Mc Rating: NC-17 Part: 1 of 1 Summary: Spock is lonely in the big city. Then he makes a new Cadet Spock had a problem. In four years at Starfleet Academy on Earth he had never once been homesick, or, aside from a few incidents of hazing, ever upset. But now, now he was quite at loose ends. Jim, who had been his friend practically since the moment they'd met, two weeks from the end of the last spring semester, was completely unavailable. He was with ... Ruth. Ever since Ruth had wormed her way into Jim's life, there had been less time to talk, less time for trading books, or watching movies, or playing chess, or going out. Spock had liked almost all of Jim's female friends; in general he found them rather companionable. Ruth he hated, with an intensity that surprised him. There was no question of going back to his pre-Jim habits. Now that he'd had a taste of friendship, of the intellectual stimulation of their late-night philosophy discussions and the exhilaration of one-on-one competition, the library and the computer held only the dreariest of consolations. His roommate, Rick, disturbed his sulk. Spock wished now he were on friendlier terms with Rick, but was afraid to disturb their very comfortable--to Spock's thinking--arrangement. Rick had much better personal hygiene habits than any of his previous roommates and Spock was loathe to do anything to disturb the situation. Rick washed his face, changed his shirt, and went out again. Spock decided that going out of his room might not be a bad idea. He put on a jacket and left the dorm. Having nowhere to go, he wandered all over campus aimlessly. Midday Sunday found much of the campus deserted. Despondent, Spock left the grounds for the City, with a half-conceived notion of walking to the waterfront to watch the ocean. In his mind, he knew that his loneliness was mostly self-imposed, but he had no idea how to break out of it. An invisible barrier existed between him and the humans crowding the sidewalks and the public transit vehicles he had to hurry to avoid. With each step he added a verse to his litany of resentment towards Jim. Couldn't Jim see that he needed him to connect him to others? Ruth didn't need him. Ruth had plenty of friends. They didn't need to mate anyway. They couldn't possibly spend all that time mating. Human mating behavior was an illogical waste. After a long time watching the waves, Spock wandered Chinatown. The wind picked up and the sun moved low over the waters. Spock went into an Italian cafe and ordered a cup of tea. He sat alone at a tiny, round table and tried to focus on the steam rising from the cup. The chatter of the humans and the piped in music was cacophony. Why was he here, an alien in an alien city? He was lost without Jim dragging him from place to place. Jim was newer to the Bay Area than Spock, but he loved an adventure, and he knew the vernacular, and he had two, round human ears to keep him out of trouble. "Do you mind if I sit here?" The raucous scrape of metal chair against stone floor caught Spock's attention. A medical internist, dressed in scrubs, had his hand on the other chair at Spock's table. The answer was Yes, I do mind, but Spock had learned rather quickly after coming to Earth that no answer was generally more polite than an honest answer when dealing with humans. The young medical student sat, though he continued a conversation with some particularly loud friends of his who stood nearby. Spock understood little, but the gist of it was that the others were going to "catch some action" elsewhere while "Lenny" was going to "study." The battered paperback textbook he set on the tabletop attested to this. The humans engaged in their peculiar arm-slapping farewell. Spock frowned and sipped his alien tea. Lenny leaned over the table and peered into Spock's cup. He had not opened his book. "Whatcha drinking, there? Anything good?" Spock was confused. "I'm not sure." "Say ... You're not human, are you? Your Academy uniform fooled me. I didn't know there were Vulcan cadets." "Evidently you were misinformed," Spock said unthinkingly. He looked more carefully at this Lenny. Spock was still a poor judge of human age, but the medical student was not quite as young as he had thought. The cover of the textbook read "Haemology and Lymph of Vulcans and Rigellians". "You should try to live a little," Lenny said, without preamble. "Try the cappuccino with almond liqueur. Or just plain caffe with Bailey's. It's not on the menu because it's called "Irish Coffee," but they'll make it for you." "Why would I wish to imbibe an alcoholic beverage?" Spock asked, in over his head in this increasingly strange interaction. "Why not?" the human said. Spock sipped his tea thoughtfully. Why not, indeed. "I find that yours is a most illogical species." "And I'm finding yours a pain in the neck," Lenny said, grinning. He turned the book around, presumably so that Spock would see the title. "You would too if you had to know the ins and outs of copper-based metabolism for an exam in 24 hours. I swear this Xeno program is going to kill me." "I trust you do not mean that literally." Could it get any weirder? "No, 'course not. Heck, being here's better than where I was. Sorry, I guess you don't want to know my life story." "I have no opinion either way." "How very Buddhist of you." "Buddhist?" "It's an Earth religion. Oh, never mind. I guess I should go back to studying...but I'm finding you a lot more interesting." Spock did not know why this human had chosen to speak to him now, but he was finding it far preferable to stewing in his loneliness. "I, too, find humans fascinating," he confessed, and waited for Lenny's reaction. Lenny smiled. "I'm Leonard. What's your name?" "Spock." Leonard evinced no hint of recognition when he heard the name, and Spock felt relief. At least there would be no questions about his origins. "I was about to return to campus. Would you like to walk with me?" Spock offered, more eager inside than he cared to acknowledge. "Sure," Leonard said, and smiled again. He had an easy smile, much like Jim. Spock hoped that this similarity was enough to go on. Leonard was surprised when Spock did not want to take the bus, and Spock wondered just how much about Vulcan biology the Xenobiology students were really learning. He was afraid to explain and be drawn into a more detailed conversation about Vulcan telepathy. Doctor or not, Leonard was an outworlder and it wouldn't do to tell him such things. Instead they walked for many blocks and talked about Spock's impressions of Earth and their mutual impressions of California. Leonard seemed quite pleased to find someone to gripe to about the numerous deficiencies of California and its inhabitants. Spock, for his part, listened attentively to Leonard's descriptions of the peculiar customs of the people of *Georgia*. When they arrived on the outskirts of campus, Spock wanted to continue the conversation so he invited Leonard to his dorm room. The human accepted quite casually, putting Spock at ease. Rick, as expected, was not home. Spock adjusted the thermostat to a higher temperature and pulled off his jacket and overshirt as he always did. Rick never took the slightest notice, but Leonard was looking at him. Spock wondered if it was a Georgia custom. Spock sat at his computer and Leonard sat on Spock's bunk. The human fiddled with his textbook before tossing it aside. Spock was surprised to find himself paying more attention to Leonard's fidgeting than to the conversation. That had never happened with Jim. "I'd bet our Xeno program would be a lot more effective with some Vulcans in the mix," Leonard was saying. Spock nodded, enjoying the sensation of the warm air from the vent blowing on his bare forearms. Chilly, damp San Francisco had a way of making him conscious of his body in a most uncomfortable way. Spock was conscious of a number of other things in this moment, all of them odd. Leonard had strikingly blue eyes. Spock didn't even know what color Jim's eyes were; certainly nothing quite so exotic. Leonard had thick, light brown hair that looked intriguing in the light. Spock had never noticed Jim's hair, although he knew it was "blond" because Jim was rather vain about it and mentioned it often. Leonard's Earth accent was exotic and rich. Spock was a bit confused by this reaction--surely it went beyond his ordinary piercing curiosity? Leonard stopped speaking and looked at Spock carefully again. Spock his skin grow hot, although he didn't feel like it was a judging gaze for some reason. He thought he should say something but his mouth was dry. "Are you seeing anyone?" Leonard asked. "I see you," Spock said, not understanding the import of the question. "Oh," Leonard chuckled. "You should be. You're really attractive." There was a liquid stirring at Spock's groin. "I . . ." "C'mere," Leonard said. He moved aside on the bunk and patted at a space next to him. Still dazed, Spock complied. "Is the door locked?" Leonard whispered. Spock nearly jumped, feeling a tight excitement. Something was going to happen. "Yes," he said, "and it is not Rick's habit to return at this hour." "Good," the human said. "So. Show me yours and I'll show you mine." "I beg your pardon?" The human demonstrated. Spock caught on quickly. Looking at a real human penis for the first time, Spock allowed his hungry eyes to feast upon it: pale, long, and curved slightly in its semi-flaccid state. He was almost oblivious to the medical student's awed perusal of his until Leonard touched him. Spock nearly jumped off the bed right then, but realizing in a split second that this was his permission to touch Leonard's his curiosity got the best of him. The sensation of the human penis in his hand was fascinating, especially as it lengthened and filled with blood. "Chromatics ..." Spock squeaked out, awed at the color change. It was getting very difficult to speak. Spock looked down. It seemed his penis was changing color as well. "Ah ..." Noise came out of his mouth before he could control himself. Leonard's hand was stroking his rapidly growing erection. It felt hot and liquid and good. So this is sexual arousal, a dim portion of his mind noted. Spock mimicked Leonard's actions on Leonard's penis. It seemed that sexual excitement in the human male and Vulcan male were very similar. He did notice that Leonard was sweating for some reason. Perhaps Spock had set the room temperature too high. Leonard picked up the pace. The nerve endings in Spock's penis were tingling. It felt very, very good. Spock couldn't quite copy what Leonard was doing--everything was moving too quickly--but he tried his best. "So hot," Leonard murmured before his hips jerked and he ejaculated. Spock was transfixed at the sight. A natural phenomenon of Earth rarely witnessed by outworlders was being played out before him. He could hardly spare a thought for the cleanup later. His penis was throbbing. He tried stroking with his own hand. Leonard let go. He rubbed faster and faster as his arousal grew. Too soon it was over and semen was erupting from the vasicules. Spock noticed that he and Leonard were panting and that his heart was beating exceptionally hard. "I ... that was ... If that is what mating is like, no wonder humans pursue it so ardently." Leonard's features were slack but Spock could tell he was pleased. Apparently he had let his shields slip up a bit. "Mating?" Leonard asked. "Not exactly." He grinned lazily. "That's a bit more complicated. You can't make babies doing what we just did." "Sex?" Spock asked. "That's more like it. Although technically what we just did is called mutual masturbation." "Ah." Terminology. Spock was pleased. He fit his genitals back into his pants, noting that they felt odd and tender, and quickly set about cleaning the floor. "Are you always so clean?" Leonard asked. "Yes," Spock said. "Interesting," Leonard said. Spock returned to the chair in front of the computer. Neither of them said anything for a while. Leonard looked around and saw his neglected textbook. He shrugged guiltily and fixed his pants. "I really should be studying," he said apologetically. "Understood," Spock said. "You wouldn't mind meeting again, would you?" Leonard asked. "Not at all," Spock said--and this time, it was true. Leonard left Spock his contact information and scribbled Spock's on the inside cover of his textbook with a pen he carried in his shirt pocket. Then he left. Spock returned to his bunk. He felt the warm spot where the human had been, and could faintly detect the unmistakable odor their recent activities had cast into the air. He felt ... peaceful. Very odd. But good. It seemed, for now, his problems were solved. -- _______________________________________________ Find what you are looking for with the Lycos Yellow Pages http://r.lycos.com/r/yp_emailfooter/http://yellowpages.lycos.com/default.asp?SRC=lycos10 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: