
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/3324347.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Trek:_Alternate_Original_Series_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      James_T._Kirk/Spock
  Character:
      James_T._Kirk, Spock, Original_Alien_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Prostitution, Alien_Biology, Alien_Cultural
      Differences, Sexual_Experimentation, Gentleness, Kissing, First_Time,
      Loss_of_Virginity, Ambiguous/Open_Ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-10 Words: 10633
****** As You Are ******
by 13empress
Summary
     Spock is about to join Starfleet, but he has some reservations about
     human sexual habits, so he decides to conduct twenty four hours of
     research on the topic by spending the night with a prostitute. He
     winds up with Jim Kirk.
Notes
     This is an old fic written in 2009 and long overdue to be posted up
     here for easy access.
     I ticked the 'Underage' warning due to Kirk's implied age, but
     technically he's legal.
See the end of the work for more notes
He entered the station hotel café anonymous in his heavy desert cloak and
restlessly searched the room. He found what he was looking for in a corner
booth, her eyes riveted upon the data pad she held between her hands. She
looked up and raised an eyebrow as he approached, somehow sensing him before he
was within five standard meters. Glancing to make sure no one was paying
attention, he sat.
"I am-"
She halted his words with a set of claws in his face, "I need to see some ID. I
run a legal business, understand."
Spock reluctantly held out his ID and met the piercing gaze of the female. She
wasn't human, not with the way her eyes blinked sideways, but from a distance,
the resemblance was enough to make her appear human. Her eyes rolled down to
his ID and she barked harshly, a strange whining noise. "A Vulcan? Well," She
smacked the ID on the table and slid it over to him before smiling, her teeth
clear like glass, "I didn't know Vulcans were into these kinds of things -
don't you mate once every seven years?"
He refrained from showing alarm as she leaned forwards and whistled low in her
collar bones, a strange noise that he knew humans would not be able to detect
by the naked ear. It was like an animal's hiss, but he knew it was a question.
He frowned as she continued this ritual for a time, before finally sitting
back, satisfied with what she gleaned.
"I am researching," He said slowly, "Human sexuality is-"
"Ah," She purred, leaning over the table to tap one claw against his chest, "I
know what you want. That particular fantasy is more popular that you think."
He blinked, dismayed her at implications: Vulcans wanting sexual congress with
humans was...? He frowned, "No, Lady, I do not believe you understand: I am
about to join Starfleet and there are several facets of human mating conduct
that..."
She turned to her data pad and he watched as she scrolled through a list that
he could not read from his vantage point, "I have... one human currently free,
male. He is... approximately seven Vulcan years old. That's old enough right?
Too young? Or will he do?" She turned the data pad around and held it out for
inspection.
It was an image of a young human male, with startling blue eyes and light-
colored hair, a physical trait rare on Vulcan. The young human had pleasant
features, was smiling in a stereotypical human manner with his teeth parted
through his slightly open mouth. His eyes were large and emotively constructed
in comparison to Vulcan eyes, which were statistically slender and less
revealing. Large eyes were not considered unpleasant by Vulcan ideals but
humans had a preference for large eyes, the more emotive and revealing the
better. He noted that the human's lips were generous, another human preference.
The human was sexually desirable, he decided, for a human.
"He will be adequate."
She smiled, her teeth gleaming in the lighting. Picking up her communicator,
she made a call, speaking quietly in her native tongue. He turned and caught
sight of the human, entering doors of the hotel with a frown upon his face.
Turning in wide circles, he looked lost amongst the levitating luggage
carousels before he caught the female's wave and waved back, smiling as he
quickly made his way across the hotel atrium.
"Hey!" The human glanced at them both, curious, "You called?"
Spock stiffened as the female stood and ran her claws gently along his
shoulder, "Jim, will you be a nova and look after him? He likes humans."
He swallowed down his absolute humiliation at having his intent announced so
vulgarly. The female's reptilian mind twisted uncomfortably on the edge of his
mental shields, and he dared not glance up to view the expression upon the face
of young human 'procured' for his sexual curiosity. Already, he was debating
the wisdom of his venture, and whether or not he could tactfully end this
engagement before it caused more anguish.
The female sat down and waved for the human to do the same. The young human sat
down, more curious than before. She smiled and touched the human's face, what
humans probably considered affectionate but to him, was repulsively invasive as
he was neither her young or her mate. "You may have him for twenty-four hours,
for your research."
Finally, with trepidation, he looked up and into the face of the young human.
The young man smiled in the universal human manner of invitation, non-
threatening. He had one arm resting on the table, his attention caught between
something happening in the background and him, eyes even more blue and
expressive than in the picture - a human in every way. Sexually desirable, he
decided, for a human.
Spock met her gaze, "That will be adequate."
 
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The human threw himself back on the bed, kicking off his shoes and removing his
outerwear without permission. The familiarity was slightly disconcerting, but
Spock reminded himself that he had asked the young human to pretend that he was
human, and not curb his human instincts and habits in front of him. He finished
hanging his cloak and slid the door of the old-fashioned closet close, feeling
a sense of foreboding that he had not felt since the day before his rite of
adulthood.
"Would you like a... drink?" He said awkwardly as he replaced the word
"refreshment" - too Vulcan.
The human rolled himself onto his stomach and smiled at him, "Sure, what have
you got?"
"Mint and... Camomile tea..." He finished, realizing his mistake. Humans
considered them unacceptable drinks to offer a prospective mate, even a trial
mate. "I'm sorry I don't drink... alcohol, or coffee…"
"That's okay. I'll have ah... mint tea."
He nodded and quickly processed the order from the liquids dispenser.
"Do Vulcans like mint tea?" The human was seat now, arms around his legs. His
expression was a mix of curiosity and... invitation.
"Earth teas are more... flavored than Vulcan tea." It's the only description he
could think of that summed up his experience of human beverages; mother was a
particular devotee to French earl grey, a tea that he found exquisite to smell.
Picking up the warm cup, he handed it to the human.
"Thanks." There was a smile, and a tentative sip before another smile, more
direct this time with eye contact. "I like tea, but if you think this is
flavored, you've got to get out more. You drink anything other than tea?"
"Yes," He murmured, "I've had... carbonated beverages."
The human laughed briefly, his expression indicating that he found this
exchange pleasant, even though they were merely exchanging opinions on human
beverages. "Oh, soft drinks - did bubbles go up your nose?" He didn't seem to
want a reply, laughing again before clearing his throat, "Um, they're usually
real sweet, you like sweet things? I heard that Vulcans don't like sweet
things."
"That's true," He replied, "Our senses... are more sensitive, though our sense
of taste is rather weak towards sweet foods and beverages. Generally we need
less oral stimulation."
The human laughed loudly, doubling over and almost spilling the tea. He raised
an eyebrow at the behavior and wondered if he had made a linguistic faux pas.
The human coughed slightly before smiling once more, in way that Spock knew
humans found attractive.
"I've never met a Vulcan before." The human made a face of disdain, "Well
technically I have, during my visit to the Embassy for a field trip when I was
like eight, to learn about First Contact, but it's not like any of the guards
talked to us besides telling us not to touch stuff and where the toilet was,
so... no,' His eyes flicked back to Spock's, 'I've never met a Vulcan before.
You know any humans?"
"Yes." He stated, hesitant to reveal his hybrid background. Was this the part
of the courtship where they were required to exchange personal information?
"Did you have to study First Contact in school? We had to study it, again, and
again, and again."
He had grown up studying the brutality of the pre-Reformation, the upheaval
during the Time of Awakening, the enlightenment period that followed, and the
peace of the post-Reformation. He studied the Human-Vulcan alliance and Vulcan
hostilities with Andorra, human intervention (some would say "interference") in
bringing an end to the militaristic Vulcan High Command, the troubled events
leading to the Council of Babel and the formation of the United Federation of
Planets. Unfortunately for Vulcan, First Contact had not been with humans, the
most productive race that the Vulcans had ever made contact with, their
contribution in conceiving, enacting and maintaining the Federation undeniable.
No, First Contact had been with the ancient civilization that gradually evolved
into the Orion Syndicate, and it had been... traumatic.
"I know of Zefram Cochrane."
The human gave him a long look, "But you didn't study him."
He nodded. The human took another sip before leaning down and placing the cup
on the floor.
"Come here," The human said, patting the space besides him. "Don't be afraid, I
won't bite -" There was an amused look in his direction, "Well, not unless you
want me to."
He approached cautiously and sat down as directed. The human smiled broadly.
Mother had never bitten father - ever, to his knowledge... but maybe she had
been attending to his Vulcan sensibilities. His stomach fluttered in response
to the unknown. "Isn't biting a Klingon trait?"
"Humans are versatile," The human stated, and shifted closer, dangerously
close. "What do you want?"
He swallowed, and felt the automatic denials rise up: he didn't want anything,
he just wanted to know. About humans, about human sex, all the stories, strange
and even unpleasant that he had been told, if they were true or false, and if
he was truly Vulcan as he thought or if he did have... human urges. This was
his chance to find out, without anyone else knowing. Ever.
"I would appreciate... the most human sexual experience."
The human narrowed his eyes, "You know that is too broad and would need
clarification that we don't have time for in twenty-four hours."
He knew. Humans were versatile.
The human smiled, "But if you'll let me, I can show you what humans like, and
the basics of human sexual acts, and how we enjoy them."
He met the human's odd blue gaze, slightly startled that this human was taking
him seriously. But of course, he thought, that's why he approached this...
group. It was what they were about: unique sexual experiences.
"That would be..."
Acceptable-
"Nice."
The human leaned towards him and wet his lips. Spock closed his eyes and fought
down his instinctual response to draw back when he felt the light pressure on
his lips, and tasted the aroma of mint tea, light and pleasant, seeping
through. There was a light tap against his lips with a foreign tongue and then
hands, resting on the side of his face, stroking, touching, trailing, feeling -
He jerked back and seized the human by his wrists, pushing him back. Spock took
a shaken breath, "You must not touch my ears."
The human's startled expression shifted to discomfort, "Too much?"
He nodded weakly. Over-stimulation. And inappropriate.
He released the human's wrists. "I'm sorry."
His companion rubbed his wrists and gave him a long wary look, "That's okay."
"No, I am sorry – truly, I apologize, but you did, you... startled me," He
explained, aware that he had most likely hurt the human in his surprise. He
watched carefully, trying to see if there was any lingering discomfort. He
shifted uncomfortably and looked away; father had often warned him that his
strength could alarm humans, could alarm mother.
"It's fine, it's fine." The human glanced down, an amused touch to his small
smile. Shaking his hands and flexing the fingers, blue eyes met his. "Maybe you
could try leaning forwards this time...? To make it easier?"
Yes, the kissing, his study.
Slowly, he leaned forwards and closed his eyes. Their lips met. They remained
like that for a minute, before the human pulled back slightly, a breath rushing
between his lips and then re-initiated contact, soft full lips grasping at his,
like they were trying to… capture him.
Human kissing is a complex behavior that requires significant muscular
coordination; a total of thirty-four facial muscles and 112 postural muscles
are used during a kiss. The most important muscle involved is the orbicularis
oris muscle, which is used to pucker the lips...
He pulled back. The smell of mint was almost overpowering.
"That was... nice. Thank you."
The human smiled at the compliment and held up his palms. "May I...?" He asked,
reaching slowly to touch his shoulders. Spock nodded.
The human tilted his head and surged up, pushing their faces together, his
hands firm on his shoulders. Spock opened his mouth slightly in anticipation
and felt a tongue hitting his, sliding over it in a wet minty caress. The human
pulled back slightly and blinked at him, their faces so close that he could
hear air sliding wetly along the human's laryngopharynx. "That's tongue, or
French kissing. Humans do it all the time."
He stilled as he felt a hand slide along his shoulder to the nape of his neck,
and then stroke the back of his neck in soft uneven circles. The human's blue
eyes never left his face, carefully gauging his reactions. He felt his body
respond to the stimuli with an intense rush of... pleasure and discontent
and... strangeness. He had no other word yet to describe it.
"Now," The human murmured, "You kiss me, okay?"
Nodding slightly, he pressed their lips together, copying the motions, his lips
moving as if it wanted to increase contact, wanted to capture, desired
capture...
Lips are a major erogenous zone for humans... the skin of human lips has three
to five cellular layers, compared to the rest of their body, which has
typically up to sixteen layers... otherwise referred to as stratified squamous
epithelium, lips separate the skin of the face from the mucous membrane inside
the mouth... which is represented by a significant area in the sensory cortex
of a human brain...
He paused before moving his lips gently apart and slowly rolling his tongue,
seeking entrance. The human's lips softened and opened with a sigh, allowing
maximum contact. As they continued to kiss, he began to feel a strange pressure
in his mind, a haze, and realized with a start that it was coming from the
human - the feelings of peace and gentle euphoria were coming from the young
human. He closed his eyes and lightly probed, amazed that humans gained such
psychological (and likely physiological, biochemical) benefits from such a
simple act of tactile contact.
He pulled back finally to breathe and was surprised at the wetness left on his
mouth. The human laughed softly, turning away and wiping his mouth with a
sleeve before running a hasty thumb under Spock's lower lip. He felt his lips
part at the contact. He had never created saliva... without food as
stimulation. Fascinating...
"Um, sorry." The human grinned, "I think we both slobbered a bit."
"Is this acceptable?"
"What is?"
"The over-production of saliva."
The human tilted his head and grinned widely, "Well it's not something humans
like but sure, it's alright. Some people don't like it, because it shows
inexperience, but that's not really true - anyone can slobber, no matter how
many times they've kissed. And it can be a good thing when two, um, prospective
mates are kissing, and they happen to-" He gestured vaguely, "-slobber; it's an
evidence of..." The human paused, eyes searching the room, "Enthusiasm."
"That you desire sexual congress?"
The human laughed and gave him a short kiss without warning, "Sure, exactly,
you got it."
Spock felt a feeling of shock reverberate through his body from the contact.
Swallowing, he wondered what now. The human leaned forwards, smile never
leaving his lips, and ran a soft uncertain hand between his legs. Spock tensed
but did not move. There was a raised eyebrow, "Do I want to know?"
Know what?
The human gave him a long inquisitive look and then withdrew his hand, "Never
mind. Um, okay ah," The human looked around and slid backwards till he was
lying in the middle of the bed, "This is comfy, come on." He patted the space
next to him.
Uncertain of his objective, Spock turned and crawled towards him, lying on his
side and mirroring the human's pose. There was a warm smile to show pleasure at
his response. With some wariness, the human placed his hands on his chest and
stretched his neck out, lips wet. "Most humans will like to kiss lying down,
because they will, um, like to rub against each other. It feels good."
Somewhat uncertain, the human closed his eyes and brought their lips together,
kissing softly. He responded in like fashion. With a small sound of
encouragement, he felt the bed shift as the human drew closer, a knee sliding
along his outer leg as the kiss deepened, and once again he tasted mint and
felt the joint caress of their tongues, sliding against each other, slow and
soft, faster, quick and wet. The human pulled back, lips red.
"Don't freak out," He whispered, "But this is the part where if we were
prospective mates, we ah, touch each other, under our clothing, so um, if you
don't-" A cool hand rested at the base of his tunic, "-mind, I'm going to go
first."
Spock closed his eyes and rested his head down on the bed, his earlier feelings
of being overwhelmed by the unknown almost... absurd. So far, the human had not
attacked him, wrapped all his limbs around him to curb movement and then
attempt to asphyxiate him by forcing him to swallow his own tongue. There had
no raucous mating cries, no illogical complex exchanges of irrelevant items (he
had heard that success of a union, proposal of courtship, depended on the order
and manner these items were given to the desired mate). And most importantly
there had been no invitations to eat copious amounts of animal by-product and
drink alcohol in ritualistic glasses - his eyes snapped open as he felt kisses
pressed to his stomach, and fingers shift nervously in light brushstroke
patterns, tracing the sharp definition of his spinal cord.
He swallowed and felt an instinctual full body tremor as he processed the new
stimulation. The human looked up and smiling, drew himself back up so they were
face to face once more. "Now you can try that with me, it's... think of it as
an exploration. Your goal is to stimulate me, with your hands," He felt a light
touch on the back of his hand, "Your lips..." The human kissed him softly at
the edge of his jaw, "And pretty much anything, your whole body can become
involved. I will either enjoy it, or not enjoy it, and you will be able to
moderate your touches according to my preferences." He allowed his hand to be
drawn up and placed against the human's stomach, "This place, I like to be
touched but not stroked - I um, get ticklish."
Ticklish. That was human, wasn't it? Mother was ticklish along the arches of
her feet, and directly under her chin, a stretch of skin ending at her vocal
cords. The human shifted till he was upright and pulled his tunic over his
head, discarding it on the floor carelessly. Suddenly, he turned and gave Spock
a speculative look.
"If you want a truly human experience, I will have to pretend that you're a
human... do you want to do that? I mean, will that be okay for you? Cos um, no
offense, but all this stuff," He shrugged and glanced away, "I wouldn't say
this, ever, to a human, I mean, yes we provide some kind of encouragement or
instruction, but not like that... so, do you, want me to um, do it a little
differently? More human?"
Spock sat and considered the human's statement. It was a logical suggestion; he
would never have a human experience if his companion were to consistently treat
him as an outsider, non-human. "Okay," He replied, adopting human
colloquialisms, "Sure."
The human smiled brightly and tipped forwards, giving him another unexpected
kiss, "Good. Now, you're going to have to call me Jim, and I'm going to have to
know your name."
"Spock." He responded, truthfully. It was only right since the human had
revealed his real name, and there was no logic in keeping such information
hidden when they were about to explicitly break every Vulcan standard of
privacy and propriety.
Jim gave him a searching look, "Spock, Spock," He murmured without purpose, and
gestured for him to come closer.
He shifted forwards till their knees were touching. The human kissed him,
harder than previous kisses, his tongue insistent and demanding. Responding,
Spock felt his hesitation leave as the sensations became more familiar and
began to kiss back with growing boldness. His hands found smooth shoulders and
slid upwards to caress the nape of Jim's neck, just as he had been touched.
The human was releasing a curious smell now, something sharp, to the point of
being unpleasant, and yet there was a softer tone behind it,
something...indescribable. He'd been long led to believe that humans smelt
repugnant, excepting mother being different due to her Vulcan habits, and yet
he disagreed; in contrast to other species he had come across at commercial
docking stations between here and Vulcan, the smell of humans was certainly
sharp and very potent but definitely not offensive enough to be considered
"repugnant".
"Yes," The human murmured against his lips, "Just like that."
He pressed forwards and felt the human moving, adjusting so that he could lie
atop him in full bodily contact. He clutched the bedspread for balance as he
slowly followed the physical cues. The kisses became softer, unfocused, as his
senses became preoccupied by the feel of short hairs bristling against the tips
of his fingers.
Jim looked at him, his eyes half-lidded and inquisitive. "Do you like my hair?"
He drew his fingers through the side of the scalp and felt along the strands.
It was rougher, coarser than his own hair. "The coloring is... quite unique."
Jim smiled, "I've never seen a blond Vulcan."
"They're rare, but they do exist. Light hair and blue eyes are a recessive
trait - in this, Vulcans phenotypes are similar."
The clear blueness of the human's eyes reminded him of the color found in the
centre of the Shiabri nebula, and his hair was not unlike the wild zigzagging
streaks outlining the Pon'shik nebula. Strangely... attractive. Hmm, the human
murmured wordlessly, blue eyes flicking up and down his face, the small smile
upon his lips suggesting that he was pleased with something.
"I was hoping you could clarify something for me."
"Sure, shoot."
Spock frowned, tucking away that particular phrase for later examination. "Is
it true that humans mate all year around, and with a very large number of
prospective mates?" He refrained from asking more question but he was seriously
concerned with how child-rearing was organized in such an environment (it had
been suggested that human child-rearing could possibly have parallels with the
Denobulans) and if the stories of the extensive trials endured by humans
interested in mating with one another were as unpleasant as the examples
recorded in a particular case study he had been fortunate to obtain a copy of
through his father's contacts.
The human stared at him, silent. Spock leaned on an elbow and wondered if he
had perhaps offended him; Vulcan mating rituals were never spoken of and while
he'd always been told that humans frequently exhibited their sexual courtships
and rituals for all to see, perhaps his agemates had been wrong, and there were
certain notions of privacy that Vulcans xeno-sociologists had yet to touch
upon.
"Sort of. But ah..." Jim shook his head, "It's not - it's kind of hard to
explain, it's not something I can just, tell you, it's um," Jim gave him an
embarrassed smile, "Sorry."
There was a brief sensation of disappointment, but logically, he should not
have expected any different; Terran studies were a popular branch of xeno-
sociological research for a logical reason – humans were versatile, adaptive,
mimickers, surprisingly complex. Even with mother being human, there were many
things he didn't understand and had been taught to ignore as… irrelevant.
There was a tentative kiss upon his cheek, and then over his eyes lids, his
eyebrows, along his nose, making him shut his eyes in response. He felt hands
exploring his back, often idly exploring his spinal ridges with singular
fingertips. Sliding his hand down past Jim's collar, he flattened his palms
across the human's breast and felt the pulsation of his heart. He'd never felt
it so closely before. How... curious. Suddenly, there was a kiss against his
neck, followed by a little gasp for breath as Jim tilted his head to the right
and surged up to suck at his collar. The human grinned up at him.
"Take off your clothes."
Pushing himself upright, he stood on his knees and drew his tunic over his
head, casting it to the floor in the human manner though it was distasteful to
him. Jim also sat up, his hands undoing the clasp of his pants and shoving them
roughly down his legs, kicking them off wildly and then (illogically) laughing
when they swung around to hit the nearby wall lamp.
"Whoops," The human grinned, hand by his mouth, "Um, sorry, won't do that
again."
Self-conscious, Spock lowered his eyes as he undid the clasp for his pants. He
stood and pushed them past his hips, knees and then ankles, before stepping out
of them and sweeping his pants neatly off the bed with a foot. Lowering himself
back on the bed in a reclining position, he shivered when his human companion
followed him, lying so close that they were skin to skin and he could clearly
feel the coolness of Jim's flesh. A hand stroke his back and there was a
lingering kiss to his shoulder.
"Touch me," Jim murmured in his ear, a hand trailing across his forearm and
pulling his hand forcibly closer, "Touch me, and kiss me back, and just don't
stop, don't stop, okay?"
 
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The human shifted away, rolling onto his back and his spine forming an arch,
before turning to face him. He wondered what they were to do now. Kissing had
been covered, as well as touching, common methods of foreplay, common erogenous
zones on the human body, and hugging, which he had actually always thought of
as a familial gesture. According to the sporadic explanations, it was a social
gesture between friends in greeting/departure, expressing happiness, as comfort
for distress (physical, mental and emotional), as well as a courtship gesture,
to be used sparingly between prospective mates to show affection, to greet, as
a prelude to kissing and interludes between sexual activities. It was,
according to Jim, the most prolific and widely used form of tactile contact,
applicable in almost every positive social interaction.
"Aren't you tired?"
"Vulcans require less sleep than humans." He replied, his hand finding rest on
a hipbone.
The human grinned at him, "You're a fast learner."
Yes but this was absolutely fascinating. Especially – he glanced down at the
human genitalia resting against his abdomen – having primary tactile
information on human sexual organs that he had previously only seen in diagrams
during xeno-biology was... almost, exhilirating. It was… external, as he'd been
warned, and rather… cumbersome when sexually active. There was a blow of cool
air across his forehead and he looked up, startled. The human grinned and slid
Spock's hand from the hipbone to the strange fur just above and spreading to
cover his pubis.
"You're curious aren't you?" Jim raised his eyebrows, smile taking on a
challenging lilt, "Well, go on then, you've been behaving, stop staring and
touch it."
Spock swallowed, fingers curling in the wiry soft hairs. Slowly, his hand
drifted lower. It was hot, warmer than the rest of Jim's body, solid but soft,
fleshy and – fascinating, he could literally feel it pulsating in time to the
human's relatively sluggish heartbeats! Sliding his hand lower, he felt a
strange sense of... wonder as his palm smoothed over it. The human made a soft
noise and clutched his shoulders, face pressed against his. Oh, Jim whispered,
ohhh, air rasping almost musically across his laryngopharynx.
"You know, you've-" The human made a strange sound, a mixture between a laugh
and the fuller, thicker guttural sounds of a cry, "-got a really firm hand."
He loosened his grip. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, it was good, it was a compliment." Jim rested his hand atop his, "Keep
going, just… be careful."
Of course. Careful. He slowly maneuvered down so that he was eye level with the
human's navel and ran his fingers over the skin covering – it was a different
texture than regular skin. It was overall alike yet different from the holo-
diagram they had explored during class. There were also indents and grooves,
hinting at blood vessels and other internal features just beneath the dermal
surface. It was… remarkably familiar, not as alien as he had expected, besides
the strange appendage it stretched from that was distinctively non-Vulcan.
"And that's enough for now." The human said, hands combing through Spock's hair
and stroking his shoulder, "If you stare anymore, I'm going to develop a
complex."
Feeling somewhat disappointed, he returned to his previous position, allowing
Jim to place a leg over his own and fit their hips and torsos closely together.
What next, he thought, with a sense of anticipation. Despite his initial
misgivings, this was far more interesting than he had imagined.
"You got to see mine, so…" The human trailed off, staring at him expectantly,
"Would it be – I mean, I know, well, um, can I see yours?" The human narrowed
his eyes and smiled weakly, hand sliding cautious down his torso. "Please?"
Spock shifted back, troubled. He had yet to completely undress, and he wasn't
certain if he would be comfortable doing it in front of a human whom he had
knew for barely one human day. Physical examinations had been a regular part of
his normal schedule as a youth, and had not been appreciated. He was well-known
at the Vulcan Science Academy's biology department and their medical research
facilities, which conducted his half-yearly examinations. Every aspect of his
growth and sexual maturation had been recorded for posterity, his reflexes, his
reactions to sensory stimulate, the rate of his growth, his comparative biology
to other Vulcans of the same age, of a similar developmental stage, of the same
clan; every injury; every illness; every abnormality.
The human embraced him, a hand sliding over his spinal cord in the curious
broad strokes he starting to enjoy. "Look, forget I asked. We can just keep on
doing this till you're satisfied."
But Spock was not satisfied. Knowledge was the best defense against the
unknown. There were many things about Vulcan societal ideals that he was
beginning to question, but that statement had proven itself consistently.
Humans were… an alternative, and he would not be satisfied until…
"What do you enjoy?"
The human rolled back and looked at him, "What?"
"What basic human sexual activities do you enjoy?"
Jim looked at the ceiling, a strange blowing sound emitting from his mouth,
"Okay, well, like I said we're pretty versatile. I liked what we've done so
far." The blue eyes met his and curved in mimicry of a smile, "But if you were
human, I would have performed an examination of your, um, geni- err, your co-
your private bits, sexual organs, you know, but like with-" An uncertain
expression crossed his features, "-with my hands and lips, like, kissing you,
only, ah, down there…?" There was a cringe and suddenly the human sat up, hand
on his forehead and an unknown expression etched across his face.
He sat and touched the curve of the human's lower spine, softly defined and
bones almost invisible under his skin (alien, his mind whispered). "I'm sorry,
I don't mean to pry and I will not be offended if you were to speak frankly."
The human turned and gave him another speculative look, more intense than
previous ones. He leaned on a hand and tugged lightly at Spock's undergarment,
"This needs to go."
He nodded and holding his breath, lied on his back, brought his legs up and
swiftly took off his undergarment, discarding it somewhere on the floor.
Apprehensive he returned to face his companion. There was a strange smile on
the human's face, and his eyes were focused between his legs.
"You aremale, right?"
"Yes, but my primary sexual characteristics are protected within my body,
unlike yours."
Jim's eyes widened, "You mean you have a retractable cock?!"
He raised an eyebrow, wary of the extreme reaction. "Were you… unaware of this
anatomical difference?"
The human gave him another wide-eyed stare and promptly collapsed back on the
bed, his hands covering his face as he began to laugh: "Oh my God! I am so
sorry! I am not laughing at you-" The human uncovered a part of his face and
shot him a guilty look, before descending once more into respiratory upset. He
sat up, concerned. Humans didn't breathe when violently laughing, he remembered
- mother would lose cognitive abilities when she laughed. "I really am not!
Seriously! Retractable! That is like – SHIT!" Jim rolled away from him and
continued to convulse, the extreme constriction of his larynx by the epiglottis
almost audible. He sat more upright and raised his hand, preparing to comm. for
medical assistance.
Finally, after several quick glances and more quiet laughter, the human sat up
and cleared his throat, face flushed and his eyes glistening with traces of
tears. "I'm sorry, but, it seems that I fell um, asleep, that day in class. So
no, sorry, um I wasn't aware – seriously…" Jim shrugged and gave him a sheepish
smile.
Spock frowned but was relieved that the human appeared to be fine from the bout
of respiratory upset. Rolling his eyes, the human shuffled over on his knees
and kissed him soundly on the base of his chin before engaging his mouth, and
then down lower, hand tilting his head up to facilitate kisses along his
clavicle while the other hand descended till it was resting against his lower
abdominal region.
"Lie down," The human murmured, kissing him on the sternum, hands insistent.
He complied reluctantly, the objective unclear to him. With a small closed-
mouth laugh (how curious, he didn't know humans could laugh like that) Jim ran
his tongue down the length of his stomach, leaving behind a trail of cooling
saliva. It felt oddly pleasant, and he touched it with his fingers, curious.
Unlike Vulcans, humans are able to salivate from emotional or external sensual
cues and not limited to digestive saliva production…
"What's this?" The human asked, breathing against his pubis.
Sitting up, he watched wide-eyed as Jim leaned on an elbow and gently brushed
his fingers across the two fleshy areas surrounding his private region. 'It
operates like the human testes.'
"Huh…" The human glanced at him, a delighted gleam in his eye, "It feels like
an extension of your pubic bone. It like you're a…" The human gave him a toothy
grin, "A twenty-first century androgenic doll."
Spock tilted his head, "Excuse me?"
The human's eye probed his nether region with an almost fervent intensity,
making him feel the beginnings of a blush climbing over his neck and jaw. "They
were plastic imitations of children, people, a toy that kids used to play with.
They're still popular in the colonies, but basically, they never had any
primary sexual characteristics – the male dolls, they'd be like you," Jim
looked up and smiled, "All smooth-" Spock resisted the urge to jolt at the
sudden caress, "-and nothing to see."
"Under Vulcanoid climate conditions, it would not be completely hidden."
Jim sat up, "Yeah?"
"Yes, but with the cooler climate on the Jupiter station, my body is
compensating for the loss of heat."
"You're cold…?" The human tilted his head slightly to his left, eyes narrowed
as he frowned, uncertainty etched over his brow. "…And so this is like- like…
shriveling?"
Spock nodded reluctantly. He knew that the human found the temperature in the
hotel lodgings perfectly amiable, but he had to admit, it was starting to be… a
bit cool for his liking. With quick movements, the human suddenly flipped over
a corner of the bedding and crawled till he was able to slide inside. Looking
at him with an expectant expression, Jim waved for him to follow. Gratefully,
he got off the bed and slipped under the covers. Lying side by side, Spock
wondered if humans had sex under covers. He knew that they enjoyed sexual
intercourse while lying down, but he'd heard that all records of humans
engaging in coitus were in open-air, revealing every detail of their joining.
His abdomen flexed as a hand slid across the skin. Giving him a confused smile,
Jim came closer and kissed him on the mouth, opening his lips and encouraging
him to respond. Slowly, he turned and began to stroke and touch as they had
before. There were low sounds of encouragement, until once more he was swept up
in a vast array of sensory information, everything from the cool pleasant
wetness of Jim's mouth, to the reflexive sway of his hips, as if attempting to
become closer to him than they were already, and the encouragement of his
exploration of the human's back, and then lower. Finally breaking the kiss,
Jim's hand slowing crept across his hipbone till it came to rest at the end of
his spine.
"You better know someone real well or have an explicit invitation to touch
someone here." There was a flex of fingers against his posterior and a cheerful
smile. Glancing down in the darkness under the blankets, he slowly caressed the
curve of the human's buttocks. A cool hand rested upon his, urging him to
remain and explore. Anxiously glancing down, Spock flexed his fingers and
pressed, delving into the cleft. The human hummed quietly in encouragement and
touched him in a similar manner. He shifted, slightly startled by the coolness.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
Spock met the human's blue eyes, unsettled by the forceful question and its
directness. Looking away, he withdrew his hand and shifted back. "I'm… not – is
that expected?"
Jim shrugged and threw an arm and leg over him under the cover, face hidden
against his neck. "Sure, I mean, well it's the whole point. Fucking,
copulation, whatever you want to call it. There's lot of other things we can
do, but ah, well that's the basic MO. And, and-" Jim kissed him awkwardly on
the chin, grinning, "-it feels really great."
"But I'm not…" He shifted down so he was face to face with the human."'I
understand that humans are able to mate for reasons other than marriage and
reproduction, but I am not sure that I will be able to – I cannot – it doesn't
seem..."
It doesn't seem quite respectful to treat human sexual intercourse as a
recreational activity… even for genuine investigative purposes…
He took a deep breath and glanced over the human's shoulder, uncertain of what
to say. Suddenly his entire body jerked violently, and a strong sensation
screamed through his nerves. Grabbing the appendage responsible, he quickly
removed Jim's hand from his pubis. Wide-eyed, the human pulled back from him.
"Sorry! Ah sorry! I just- I didn't mean to do that! I was just touching! Ah –
just touching!" The human's words were rushed, apologetic.
He released the human's hand and breathed hotly, his body abuzz with strong
sensations he had not felt since physical maturation at the Vulcan age of
seven, and he'd first became aware that his sexual maturation was progressing
at a faster rate in comparison to his peers. It'd been almost awkward to
observe his other agemates during that period, male or female, for there was
always this inexplicable urge for something he could not properly define. He
wondered if this was a human thing. He'd never told anyone else about the
feelings, though he was certain that the doctors had suspected but…
"Just…" He breathed, "Be careful."
The human nodded, flustered, hands held up in a pose of appeasement. "Okay sure
– careful – sure, you got it. Kiddy gloves on, I swear."
Exhaling loudly, he returned his hand to its familiar resting spot on the
human's hipbone. The blue eyes flicked to his, a hint of surprise in its
depths. He was given a slow smile as Jim kissed him softly on the lips, one
after another, sometimes nothing more than a brush of lips, and his anxiety was
quickly overwritten by his desire to explore. Slowly, he slipped his hand down
further, till his fingers were pressed against the back of the human's arousal,
between his legs. Suddenly the human body in his arms shuddered violently and
there was a wet forceful oral caress, match by hands stroking and touching him
all over, intent as if they were looking for something. Unsure, he froze.
"Hmm," Jim murmured against his lips, eyes closed, "Oh, that's it, but wait,
let me get something, it'll make this easier." Disentangling, the human lunged
over the side of the bed before he rolling back under the blankets, placing an
unknown object on his chest.
"Need your hand." The human pulled his dominant hand to him. A silicon rubber-
like sheath was fitted over his index and middle finger, with a webbed area
between the individual sockets which connected to the small device strapped
against his palm. Pulling his hand against his chest, the human deliberately
pressed his covered fingers to his skin. A small amount of clear substance was
left behind. Running a finger though it, the human leaned closer and with a
smirk, dabbed it on his nose, surprising him.
"Lubricant." Jim said, enunciating the word. "We'll need it if we want to get
anywhere. It'll make it feel really good later. Don't worry, it's perfectly
safe."
"And this will," He examined the device on his hand carefully, uncertain about
its application in a sensitive area despite the assurances, "Make you feel…
aroused?"
The human laughed dryly, "Um, no, I'm already aroused." There was a slight
playful thrust against his thigh, "No, this, this is to make me receptive to...
well, sex. Like – oh just gimme your hand-" He swallowed reflexively as the
human rolled around and pulled his hand was down between his legs. "Just, feel
around, stick it up my ass, move around and it'll do the rest, okay?"
He nodded faintly, his attentions completely absorbed with what was happening
under the blankets. Slowly sliding his fingers between the legs, he shifted his
fingers carefully, pressing and nudging before he found a point of weakness.
Pressing forwards, his senses alert for any sign of distress, he felt his skin
jump when Jim made a sudden wordless sound. From the way that the human shifted
back against him, it seemed positive. He continued to probe, slow and gentle
and then harder, pressing his finger pads against the interior wall as he'd
been shown till the human was making low moans and rolling his hips. Taking a
deep breath, he felt a stir in his intestinal tract; he was affected, he was
feeling… significantly affected.
"Do you know…?" The human whispered, gasping for air, "Do you know… how warm
you are? You feel so hot and… ugh…" There was a short breathless laugh, "You
are like… literally hot, and oh, oh it feels really-" Jim gave small moan and
rolled his hips. "-damn good."
Finally he felt a touch on his arm, and his companion attempt to roll around to
face him. With a pleased and slightly dazed smile, Jim stretched up and kissed
him firmly. "Hmm, okay, I'm pretty sure that I'm ready. So," Smirking in a
peculiar manner, the human glanced down and once again touched his pubis,
fingertips ghosting over his skin. 'Now, what do you say?'
Closing his eyes, Spock felt tepid air slide along the surface of his erection
it slowly extended. Opening his eyes, he watched the reaction of the human
closely. The differences were mostly superficial, but he did want to know if
humans would find it unsettling or just… curious. With an odd intensity, the
human tilted his head, forehead bumping into his ribs as his eyes remained
fixed between their bodies. There was a very soft caress against its side, and
a breath of cool air. He shivered.
"It looks… kind of the same."
He wasn't sure if that was relief, curiosity or displeasure in Jim's voice.
"But it's all…" There was another feathery touch, "Slick, and you've," There
was a small laugh, "You've got like… no foreskin, in fact…" He tensed when the
human wriggled down to be closer and he felt a very careful soft kiss against
him. Spock took a sharp breath and felt a palatable relief when Jim stopped his
tactile examination.
A leg slid along his, giving him a firm nudge. "Lie on your back. It'll make it
easier."
Rolling over to lie on his back, he swallowed and wondered if it was normal to
be so anxious. He struggled to remember the various information he had read on
preferred positions for aiding sexual congress, but his mind was consumed with
processing all the tactile sensation as well as cross-referencing everything he
had discovered so far with all of the official texts and hearsay he had learned
as a youth.
Jim sat astride over his pelvis with a grin on his face. "So, how about it?" He
said, leaning forwards and sliding his hands to rest against his shoulders,
thoroughly pinning him to the bed. "Yes or no? Because now that you've decided
to come clean, I can try some other stuff with you if you want."
Curiosity piqued, he met the human's eyes, "What things?"
"Well…" The human took his hand and began to remove the device, "I could kiss
you and touch you, only, you know, down there. A blowjob, head – don't let the
names fool you. It's a sort of kissing, very deeply, like Frenching but like,
more. It's more a suck thing than a blow thing."
He tilted his head, an unsettled feeling fluttering through his solar plexus.
"You're not to… bite it off are you?"
"What?" Jim's face became horrified, "No! No! Spock! Where the hell did you-
! Why do you think that I'm going bite you? I mean, sure I'll do if you want me
to, if you like it, but not there!"
So there was biting. He swallowed, "Under what circumstances do humans bite?"
The human raised an eyebrow at him, and reluctantly gave him a bemused smile.
"When we're annoyed during intercourse, when we want to unsettle during
foreplay, and when there is explicit consent and its mutually satisfying." On
those words, the human smacked him on the lower ribs, hard. "It's always light,
always to cause sensation and not to alarm. Honestly Spock, do you think we're
all a bunch of carnivores or sadists or something?!"
"Vulcans are vegetarians," Spock stated.
Jim blinked, before crowing in delight, "You're joking."
"Vulcans don't joke."
Throwing his head back the human laughed lightly, the sound scraping through
his teeth. "Yeah but Vulcans sure like to gossip about human sexual behavior;
and here I was thinking you guys were like these scientific giants, all work
and no play, but now-" There was an accusing finger pointed at his face, "-
I know the truth."
Spock frowned, not really understanding what the human was implying. Opening
his mouth to ask, he promptly swallowed his words as Jim shifted back and
undulated himself atop his arousal in a suggestive manner. Spock felt his
breathing increasing as he felt the distinct sensation of the human's cooler
hand grasping him firmly and then-
Opening his mouth, he gasped, his breathing arrested. There was a long moan
against his sternum, where the human's forehead rested as his thighs flexed and
gripped at his hips. It felt very, very pleasurable. The muscles in his pelvis
convulsed sporadically and there was an urge to push up, thrust up into the
tight space he was caught within. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. It
was… intoxicating.
"This…" The human murmured, breathless, "Is fucking. You're fucking me."
Trembling he settled his hands on either side of the human's hips and wondered
if it was painful. Jim was flushed and the tension of his face implied that he
was under physical duress, perhaps even in pain.
Gradually the movements became more fluid, and the expression on the human's
face changed to one of concentration, hazy smiles and open-mouthed gasps. He
stroked the side of the human's legs and attempted to sit up, only to be
rebuffed by a rough shove. The human lay flat against him, hands gripping the
blanket tight around his shoulders as his hips kept moving. He moaned loudly,
muffling himself with a fist full of bed cover.
"There's a small gland inside-" The human moaned, his entire back arching,
before his head dropped down to rest against Spock's lower ribs, his hair
brushing across his skin, leaving a trail of wetness "-and every time, oh, you
push in, it feels- it's so- fucking good. Vulcans, do they have this too?"
No. He didn't know. He wasn't sure. He couldn't remember.
Though humans possess pores for liquid absorption in the construct of their
epidermis, they are operated by "sweat glands" to shed moisture (and waste) for
the purpose of body temperature regulation…
Spock touched Jim's shoulders and stared at the ceiling, feeling his control
slipping as his calves tightened and his hips began to jerk, rising upwards to
meet each downward thrust. Closing his eyes firmly, he began to thrust upwards.
He felt the human dragging one of his hands and pressing it insistently at his
arousal.
"Touch me here."
He complied.
"Oh yes, like that…" Jim murmured against his chest, breaths cool and wet.
"You're warm, you're so fucking warm, you're so fucking warm, and – oh, ohh,
don't stop." Spock gritted his teeth and moaned. The human laughed, breathless
and weak, little moans reverberating over the back of his throat. The human
stretched over him, cheek resting against his lower ribs, leaving streaks of
moisture where ever he touched. Spock ran a hand down the flat of Jim's back.
His hand became wet. It was human sweat, he realized in a daze, feeling its
thinness, its viscosity imprinting across his fingers.
Not Vulcan at all…
 
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He ran his hand down the front of the human's body, fascinated by the process
of the body cooling down through expelling moisture. Restlessly moving about,
the human opened his eyes and gave him a sleepy look. He removed his hand and
wondered if perhaps he should not have disturbed Jim from his short sleep.
"Hello," The human said weakly, "What's the time?"
His eyes flicked to the console at the head of the bed, "It is 1622."
"Huh… only another hour."
He realized that the human was referring to the end of their association. With
a grunt, Jim maneuvered onto his elbows and gave him a tired look, "Get me a
drink, will you? Got any lemon tea?"
He nodded. He had memorized the extended tea menu during the night. "With or
without sweetener?"
"Lots of sweetener please and make it cold, thanks."
Getting off the bed, he processed the order and quickly returned with the tea.
The human took it and drank deeply, finishing before requesting two more cups.
It seemed that the "sweating" did have consequences on his body's liquid
requirements. A excessive and illogical waste - if this was the true state of a
human body's temperature regulation, mother's preoccupation with beverages
seemed to be a biological imperative rather than a preference. He wondered if
the human could just as easily replace his internal moisture through showering
or bathing or even heavy air moisture, as he could. He doubted it somehow.
The human paused in his drinking and stared back at him, "What? I'm thirsty and
I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday. You owe me dinner, breakfast and lunch.
When she said twenty-four hours, I didn't think you'd take that literally."
"I'm sorry." He said, suddenly aware that he'd made a significant mistake.
Despite his focus on having a "human" experience, he had forgotten that he
could no longer expect Vulcan physical tolerances. During his studies for the
VSA, he had often been able to continue to work for several human days without
food or rest when in the middle of complex programming corrections or a
particularly fascinating experiment. Mentally, he made a note to remember this
when he began interacting with the other (mostly human) cadets at Starfleet: a
minimum of two meals, one and a half liters of water and eight hours of sleep
within a thirty hour cycle.
Jim put the cup on the bed head and lied back down, yawning and stretching. He
sat on the edge of the bed and wondered if he should order some food.
"So, any last thrills you want to cover?" The human said, rolling onto an elbow
and smiling at him.
He wondered if all humans had this kind of easy-going disposition or if Jim was
a particular branch or type of human. He understood there were approximately
eighteen billion humans currently spread through the systems of the Federation,
and that they were divided into nations, cultures and regions, with complicated
systems of allegiance to their place of residence/birth, their family unit,
their genealogy, their culture, and various philosophical/religious/political
associations. It apparently had a large impact on their interests, influenced
their choices in food, clothing, choice of mate, their temperament, syntax,
vocabulary, and career-choice.
"What type of human are you?"
The human frowned, "What do you mean?"
"What is your nation? Your region?"
Jim smiled, "Well under old Earth ideas, I am an American national, and my
region is Iowa."
"Are these designations important? I know a human who is a Canadian national,
region Vancouver."
"That's a city." The human corrected, "The region is British Columbia."
"Do these designations matter?"
The human shrugged, and made a vague gesture, "Tell the truth, I don't really
know. You guys have like a ten thousand year old civilization and you still
learn about stuff from eight thousand years ago and name ships after famous
people that have been dead for six thousand years, what do you think?"
Spock frowned, "So it's a kind of tradition?"
Jim shrugged and gave him a wide-eyed shake of the head, "Nah, sorry, can't
really tell you – you'll probably get a better explanation from someone at the
Vulcan Science Academy."
At the reminder of what he had left behind, Spock felt disdain and
disappointment. Meeting the inquisitive gaze of the human who had been a great
aide to alleviating his concern over the complexities of human courtship and
mating habits, he felt a strange sense of certainty, that it had been correct
to leave Vulcan and see... humanity for himself. This was one of his mother's
people, and this human had been… very kind. He wondered if all humans were like
this – it would, he thought hopefully, make his self-imposed exile from Vulcan
easier to explain, and his new life among humans easier to bear. Picking up the
cup left by Jim, he went to the dispenser and filled it with more lemon tea.
"Thanks." The human accepted it gladly and took a loud sip.
He sat down on the bed, "You mentioned that touching and hugging is widely
applied in many social situations, could you please clarify that?"
"What do you mean?"
He frowned, "What do the touches convey to humans?"
Taking a long gulp, the human glanced to the side, deep in thought. "Well…" Jim
said, biting the rim of the cup, "If someone was to touch you say on the arm,
like a long stroke – just one stroke, downwards, that's usually used between
people who are close, close friends or family members…"
"And mates?"
"Definitely." Drinking the rest of the tea, the human put the cup on the bed
head and patted the covers next to him. "Look, just come here, okay, it'll be
easier to just show you."
Sliding onto the bed, he settled himself in an upright seated position, knees
bent as he turned his body towards his human companion.
There was a light clasp on his shoulders with one hand. "This is: look at me,
listen to me."
He knew this one. Mother had often laid a hand on his shoulder when speaking to
him, only stopping when he had reached 15 human years old. The human inched
forwards and embraced him, hands high upon his back. "Hello, how are you, I'm
glad to see you."
The hands shifted lower, the human's arms immobilizing his movements. The hands
began to stroke across the planes of his back, "You'll be okay; I'm here with
you; don't be sad, don't be angry; I'm sorry, don't run away."
The arms released him and then snaked under his own, squeezing him tight
against the human's cooler form, "I am really, really happy to see you; we
haven't seen each other in a long time and I really missed you." The arms
loosened and the hands dropped lower, till they were resting over the curve of
his back side. He stilled, the sensory memory of last night resurfacing
briefly. "I want to touch you, you are attractive, I'm considering further
sexual activities with you, you're mine, I'm into you."
Jim took his arms and drew them around him, "Hug me back."
"Does the message change?"
The human smiled mysteriously, "Sometimes."
They embraced briefly, hands high over each others' shoulders. "We're friends
and we are excited to see each other again. We're in a difficult situation
together but we'll protect each other." He moved his arms slightly lower,
securing the human in his arms. He felt Jim do the same to him, squeezing his
ribs. "We're close, family. I think you are wonderful. I'm hurting don't let
go." Drawing back, he slid his hands along the human's side and then stroked
the nude flesh on the human's back. Jim shivered and then stroked him through
his tunic, "Stay awhile and comfort me, I want to feel that we care, that we
love each other, we'll be fine because we've got each other."
His hands shifted lower till he was touching the bare flesh of Jim's bottom.
The human did the same. "We're going to kiss, we're going to enjoy one another,
we are sexually engaged, we're only paying attention to one another."
Suddenly, the human released him and drew back, lying back against the pillows
with a sleepy expression on his face, "Friendship, family members, for
initiating courtship, during courtship, during mating, and even when you're
married."
"And touching?" He asked, throat dry.
The human held up his hand, his eyes half-lidded. Spock leaned closer.
There was a gentle stroke down the side of his face with a cool clammy palm, "I
care about you; you are important; I am paying attention; tell me; focus on
me."
The human drew the back of his hand down his face, the touch almost ghostly,
"Don't be sad. You're beautiful."
There was a stroke of a thumb over his mouth, and feathery touches of finger
tips over his chin, his jaw, his mouth, as if they were exploring something, as
if they were drawing pleasure. Jim smiled.
"Kiss me."
 
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Standing at the sight of the female, he bowed his head briefly in greeting to
her. She smiled, showing off her clear teeth, eyes drifting to the figure
between them. Spock glanced down. The human gave him a questioning look, half-
way through masticating a mouthful of Chicken Marsala. Excusing himself, he
made his way to the edge of the atrium.
"How was your research?"
He met her reptilian gaze, "Very successful, thank you."
She nodded, a satisfied look upon her face, "Good. I hope he took good care of
you."
"He did, thank you."
"Well, it seems our business is concluded." The female held out her open claws.
Withdrawing the credit clip, he handed it over. She took out a checker,
ensuring that it contained the agreed balance. Satisfied that he had fulfilled
his side of the agreement, the credit clip and her checker disappeared into a
utility belt hanging low across her hips.
"Tell him that we leave at 2000 hours, Junction 12, Dock F. Remind him not to
be late this time."
Turning she left, disappearing quickly into the thick crowd of new arrivals
disembarking from a Starfleet transport. Most appeared to be cadets, en route
to the Academy; he wondered if they had been on a field trip, mission training
or were coming back from shore leave. He returned to the table and sat down.
Jim gave him a curious look, still eating.
"What up?"
"Your transport will be leaving at 2000 hours, Junction 12, Dock F – don't be
late."
The human shrugged, "Oh, plenty of time. Your connection soon?"
"No."
Jim gave him a confused look, "You don't live on Jupiter Station do you?"
"I am a temporary resident. I am waiting for my application of permanent Earth
residency to be processed."
The human laughed, scrapping his fork loudly against his almost empty plate,
"Seriously? You wanna go live there? You work for the Embassy or something?"
He frowned at the reminder that he will not be able to distance himself from
his father as much as he would have desired. "No. I've been accepted into
Starfleet.'
Jim smiled down at his plate, "Oh, well good for you, it'll be great, a Vulcan
in Starfleet – you could start a trend you know."
He highly doubted that. "What is your next destination?"
The human shrugged, eyes fixed on something happening in the distance, a vague
smile on his lips. "Dunno, Kaeferia, maybe even Andorra or P'Jem. Who knows."
A silence descended upon the table. Taking a deep breath, Jim placed his knife
and fork down on the plate and sat back, rubbing his stomach. "Just what I
needed." Turning and glancing at the public chronometer, the human made moves
to stand. "I should probably go-"
He stood, "I am… very appreciative of your assistance with my research."
Jim rubbed his nose, shrugging. "It's nothing. Enjoy Earth – hey," He looked up
and grinned, "You should go bar hopping when you're at the Academy – the
Castro's pretty easy to get to, heard there's free shuttles for cadets on
weekends and Friday nights."
He refrained from reminding the human that he was not affected by alcohol, and
that the music levels enjoyed by humans during recreation were actually quite
damaging to Vulcan hearing.
He nodded, "I will try to remember that."
The human smiled, and held his arms open. "Last one…?"
Resisting the urge to glance around for watchful eyes, Spock stepped forwards
and lightly hugged the human. Jim patted his back and then drew away.
"See, human already. Anyway, see you later, eh." He said, and quickly walked
away.
 
finis
 
 
End Notes
     In my headcanon they totally got together later on when they met at
     the Academy or post-Nero. I did begin a sequel but it didn't do it
     for me - the feeling was all wrong - and so never got past a few
     thousand words.
     This is my first time posting to AO3 - I know I'm late to the party
     but yeah if I screw up formatting or whatever, help me to fix it?
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