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It
was very late when Sarek awakened, again in irritation, with the same
problem
that had plagued him several times each and every night -- a
significant
erection. He hoped the doctor had not
noticed the bulge under his too-thin med jumper and bio-bed cover. Because it was so soon after surgery, he did
not have the strength necessary to relieve himself so that he might be
able to
get some much-needed sleep. He'd
had erections before in his sleep, as almost any healthy male has, but
he'd had
more control of them and they had not been so uncomfortably demanding –
or so
immediately recurring. He
noticed that the erections occurred about five minutes after he
received his
pain medication. Also, his…condition was
exacerbated by McCoy moving about, too often bending over in Sarek’s
presence. He couldn’t help imagining
stepping up behind the doctor, relieving him of his pants and starting
something they might both enjoy. Sarek
shook his head. The erections were
causing more than physical discomfort and embarrassment; he was far too
distracted by fantasy. Nurse
Chapel walked by and looked away a little too quickly.
Sarek had tried not to stare at those firm
breasts or significant amount of leg showing under the very short skirt
that,
obviously, men designed. He
could hear the two very quietly discussing something in McCoy’s office,
and had
heard his name, but not much else. She
had obviously seen that he was still awake even though she told him to
try to
get some sleep. He blushed at the
thought that she must have also noticed his erections and was now
discussing the
issue with Doctor McCoy. McCoy
looked up as Nurse Chapel walked into his office with a slight blush. “Sir, the ambassador seems to be having…some
difficulty.” McCoy
immediately stood, concerned and said, "What kind of difficulty?" “Not
acute or immediate, but likely…sensitive.
I am concerned he is not getting enough sleep due to it,
which
of course
could lead to more immediate problems.” “Sensitive?” McCoy
looked baffled and curious. He had rarely
seen Nurse Chapel embarrassed,
and after what she had needed to do to the ambassador already, well, he
couldn’t think what might be more uncomfortable. “He
seems to be affected by the analgesic, in an unusual way.”
She swallowed. McCoy
lifted his eyebrows in expectation. “The
analgesic seems to be making him…aroused.”
She didn’t meet his eyes and blushed clearly now. McCoy
smiled at her discomfort. With her
feelings for, and utter admiration of, Spock, his father must seem
almost
god-like. “I
will deal with it,” McCoy said. Nurse
Chapel looked relieved. McCoy
walked out of the office and into Sarek’s room.
“Hear you’ve been having some difficulty sleeping.”
The doctor stood a foot from Sarek’s embarrassing
“problem” and yet never took his eyes off Sarek’s face.
Silence
stretched between them. McCoy wondered
if Vulcans masturbated. More to the
point, if Sarek did, as he seemed more proper and stoic of any he had
ever met. Not that it was relevant; he was
too weak to
be able to yet. “Yes,”
Sarek said, “I am having an unusual side effect, I believe, from one of
your
medications.” “That
has come to my attention,” McCoy said straight-faced, and realized that
had
been an unfortunate choice of words. Sarek,
fortunately, did not notice the unintentional innuendo.
“It seems to have coincided with the
analgesic,” the ambassador said. “Funny,
it has never affected Spock this way, but genetically you are somewhat
different.” “There
are no alternatives to this medication?” “Unfortunately,
no, not on board. We have never had
reason to consider an alternative.” Sarek
looked pensive. “Perhaps
your wife could…” McCoy continued. “She
has been.” Sarek sounded vaguely
irritated. “Oh.” “This
constant…” “Arousal?” McCoy
offered. “Yes...it
is troubling.” “So
even with your wife’s assistance…” “It
occurs too often, and I am concerned with her need for rest...” “I
see. Perhaps someone else might be able
to help.” Likely most on the ship would
gladly volunteer, but he sincerely doubted the ambassador would allow
such. He couldn’t help but be somewhat
amused by the irony, but hoped the ambassador could be open-minded
about this,
as there weren’t really any alternatives. Sarek
cleared his throat. “I would rather not involve another.” Now
that he thought about the timing of Sarek's analgesics, the erections,
and his
own visits and walk-throughs, McCoy realized that he had inadvertently
exacerbated Sarek's problem. His
eyebrows rose at this new bit of information, and smiled as he
considered
another alternative. “Perhaps
we don’t need to involve others,” McCoy said, and gave a long look at
Sarek’s
erection and then his face. Sarek
flushed clearly now and swallowed but said nothing, though his
now-straining
erection made clear his interest. McCoy
noted Sarek’s erection as it grew and twitched in response. He also noticed Sarek seeing him staring at
it, then smiled at him. “I think my
assistance would be mutually beneficial.” “You
have obviously gathered your effect on me, Doctor, and I cannot say
that I am
not …interested…as, obviously, I am…” McCoy
felt himself hardening at the prospect. Sarek
continued, “…but I would have to question the appropriateness,
legality,
regulations, ethics, morality…need I go on?”
He did not sound pleased by his argument, almost frowning
as he
looked
to the mound and then purposefully, away. McCoy
found himself momentarily distracted by the possible opportunity to
plow the
ambassador. He had to force his hands
not to reach and fondle that mound, and he made a concerted effort to
keep his
eyes from staring at it. God, as his
doctor, he would normally never let his mind focus on such, but he did
want to
fuck this man. “You
are a powerful man that I have difficulty influencing, even with regard
to your
well-being when I am trying to protect it, so coercion or undue
influence is
irrelevant. Your wife has tried to help
as best she could and it hasn't been enough, especially during the
night. You still need the analgesic.” Here he paused significantly. “You must sleep
or there will be serious consequences after such major surgery.” Sarek
seemed to sober at the reminder that he had almost died, and looked up
at the
doctor. “Perhaps you are right, but…” “This
is difficult for you, I realize that.
You are a very private and reserved man.
But think of this as you would any other necessary medical
procedure and
allow me to attend to it as such.” Sarek
looked even more uncomfortable at the prospect. “Know
one else need know. I will give the
nurses on duty long breaks and I doubt anyone will drop by at Sarek
appeared to relax a little at that. “Let
me just take care of some details.” He
slipped out of Sarek's private room and heard the door swoosh closed. He gave the two nurses on duty a long break,
explaining that he would monitor Sarek's condition personally and
collected
some lubricant from a drawer, then strode back with a bit lighter step
than he
had intended. Doctor
McCoy glanced at the ambassador, feeling empathetic toward what must be
humiliating for the Vulcan. “Is there
anything I can do that might make this easier for you?” Sarek
closed his eyes. “Perhaps once we are
past these preliminaries; I believe the actual event will be
distracting enough
to solve my…discomfort.” The
doctor slipped the cover off the bed, spread the slip-open fly and
snagged
Sarek’s large erection that popped forth and held it tight. Sarek,
eyes still closed, sucked in a breath. “Do
you have a preference of what you want me to do?” McCoy
tried to lessen his smile of
satisfaction, anticipation, and triumph.
He felt guilt over his seeming bounty, but it was truly
for
Sarek’s own
good, and completely necessary. “Anyway
you please, Doctor. You will be doing me
the favor. I will do as you request.” “Hardly
a favor when I am likely to enjoy it more than you, it appears.” Sarek
smoothed away his scowl. “That hardly
seems likely, but thank you for your graciousness.” The
doctor tried to quell the gleam in his eye.
“So you will allow me to choose the possible means of
relief?” Sarek
nodded, too intent on the grip on his penis.
“I must warn you, one climax will likely not cure the
problem. One
man’s problem is another’s dessert, McCoy thought but did not say. Let Sarek feel grateful for what he viewed as
a medical treatment. He had always
appreciated Sarek’s attractiveness from a distance, but having him
prone
beneath him and completely vulnerable while he administered to
different aspects
of his body before, during, and after the heart operation had pushed
his
thoughts to the more selfishly, wantonly erotic. Sarek
was no longer the attractive, well-groomed, and powerful man on the arm
of his
beautiful wife, but displayed beneath him in all of his glory, no
detail kept
from McCoy’s purview. He could not help
but to try and remember this scene for his own masturbation. He
remembered the ambassador was suffering while he privately relished and
gloated, and decided the quickest relief might be to taste the man
until he
exploded in his mouth. He did not notice
that a figure stepped closer in the darkened back lab off of Sarek’s
room that
led to the back entrance of sickbay, a private entrance very few had
authorization to enter, and none permission.
The figure froze and watched from the cover of darkness
and lab
noises
about him. McCoy
knelt down and began his treatment and immediately felt Sarek’s back
and neck
arch as the Vulcan moaned. He sucked and
licked as the ambassador suddenly bucked into his mouth and yelped and
froze as
the pain reading shot up. “Now let that
be a lesson,” McCoy warned as he took a break from his sucking. “It’s
too soon
since your operation to move about. You
will have to fight all of your natural impulses to thrust or try to
reach for
me, that includes any thrashing about when you climax.
I don’t want to have to strap you down.” “Understood,
Doctor.” Sarek had likely been extremely
frustrated because after only a short time his legs started to shiver
and
spasm, and he moaned loudly as he came. McCoy
tasted a Vulcan for the first time and found it pleasant and hoped to
taste
much more of Sarek before he was released from sickbay.
Sarek shivered with his spent adrenaline and
jerked every now and then. With gasps
and pain readings blips from his body's recovery, McCoy licked his
penis clean,
and it started to perk up again almost immediately. “Thank
you, Doctor,” he said huskily. “Oh,
I’ve only just begun, Ambassador,” the doctor said just as huskily. “I
am pleased to hear that.” “Your
penis is not the only part of your anatomy that might afford you some
relief.” McCoy enjoyed the anxious look
that brought, though it was only momentary. “I
will cooperate fully, sir, with whatever you decide.
I am in your debt.” McCoy
knew that Sarek would feel that way, but it gave him a little thrill to
hear
him say it. It was rather like a
brilliant chef asking you to sample his chocolate mousse and giving you
a
gallon, as a favor to him. McCoy had to
quell the laughter that had almost bubbled out at the sight of the
ambassador
prone and still sexually frustrated awaiting McCoy’s choices as to what
to do
with him next. McCoy
had a gleam in his eye as he eyed Sarek’s med jumper a jumble about his
body. “I
will need to remove the jumper,” McCoy said distractedly. “Please
do so,” Sarek said a little breathlessly. He
grinned as he took Sarek’s legs that were already spread in response to
his
urges and gently slid him to the end of the bio bed.
He pulled apart the tear-away fabric
connectors between his legs and from his chest and belly.
The med-jumper fell away to reveal his full
nakedness. Sarek’s watched the doctor’s
efforts with hooded eyes. McCoy
stepped over and retrieved the lubricant, setting it beside Sarek on
the bed,
then unfastened and dropped his pants, releasing his erection. “Since you, sir, can’t get up to mount anyone
for awhile, I will take that advantage.”
He eased Sarek’s thighs up as he watched for signs of pain
on
the
monitor above his head, careful not to shift his torso.
He positioned his penis, already slick with
ample precum in the excitement of his imminent entry. Sarek
only stared at McCoy and licked his lips.
“Should I consider this another facet of my treatment,
Doctor?”
he said,
his tone still very Vulcan, but unsteady which seemed to excite the
doctor even
more. McCoy
smiled at the ambassador’s obvious excitement as he squirted some lube
on his
fingers and started to massage the man’s hole. He first tried a little
soft
manipulation, and heard Sarek’s breathing accelerate and felt his
sphincter
relax. He wiped his slick fingers on his
penis. He
knew enough about Vulcan physiology to know how to make the reserved
Vulcan cry
out in ecstasy, it was just a matter of time, effort and patience since
his
patient was so recently operated upon.
The walls were soundproofed and the bigger the climax, the
more
release
Sarek would have. He
pressed his erection gently into the prone man and heard him
immediately moan.
Concerned, he checked the monitors and saw that the pain from his
penetration
registered only slightly, yet Sarek’s pulse rate quickened appreciably
and his
legs relaxed to spread further. McCoy
curled his arms around Sarek’s thighs, eased forward and fully
penetrated him,
feeling his significant heat the length of his cock. Sarek
moaned and shivered with his excitement.
“Please, Doctor, don’t stop.” His
breathing had accelerated rather dramatically.
McCoy smiled at the increased respiration reading above. McCoy
had never fucked anyone actually hooked up to the bio-bed and decided
it would
only add to his enjoyment as he saw the fluctuating bio-scans. He could read Sarek’s responses like a damn
book, even if he went into Vulcan mode while he fucked him. He
thrust into Sarek slowly and gently, and watched the man’s skin flush a
pale
green as he grew more excited at McCoy’s rhythm. He
watched the heart rate rise slightly, then
slightly again as Sarek gripped the edges of the bed and shivered every
now and
then with the adrenaline build-up. He
saw Sarek’s semi-erect penis grow and stand up large and stiff. He smiled; he would get to that again soon
enough. He
increased the pace ever so slowly, and a little moan escaped as Sarek
tilted
his head back a little. McCoy thought
about how he should keep these readings for later and check them for
any
irregularities, and also for his own interest and study; Vulcans were
so
private, and there was so little research on their sexuality. He
watched his subject spread beneath him, then watched the heart rate as
he
increased his tempo again. He enjoyed
the control. He knew Sarek wanted it
faster and harder. Saw his dark eyes
look to him pleadingly, but he knew he couldn't. Now,
if he was still interested once he had
recovered… “Please,
Doctor, increase your thrusting,” Sarek breathed heavily., as if
reading
McCoy’s thoughts. “I
wish I could Sarek, but I could too easily hurt you.
You’ll just have to let your arousal grow
more slowly than is likely comfortable for you.” McCoy
watched as he realized the man could
only lay there and take what came, his breathing increased little by
little
until it was infused with pants and groans.
McCoy longed to thrust into him with abandon, harder than
he
would with
any human, as Vulcans could take that kind of force easily, but Sarek
was far
too premature in his recovery. Sarek
grasped the bed as the soft sound of flesh slapping flesh and their
moans
filled the sickbay. “Doctor, please,
soon.” “Sarek,
you know that I can’t do that, as much as I’d like to.
Hurting you to give you release is not a
reasonable bargain. Breathe deeply. Try to keep your mind off the need to
climax.” He felt Sarek’s body shiver and
was relieved that he, himself, was close, as it seemed so was Sarek. The wonderful thing about fucking a Vulcan,
McCoy had read, was that the physical contact added the partner’s
excitement to
the Vulcan’s. Sarek was experiencing
McCoy’s excitement through his touch and that would likely bring him
additional
release. The
moans grew louder as Sarek’s back and neck arched and he surprised
McCoy as he
cried out and shuddered, just before McCoy came within him and cried
out
himself. The
figure stepped away quietly and left through the back entrance of the
sickbay. ---ooOoo--- Later
that morning, Kirk stepped into McCoy’s office looking nonplussed. “What
can I do you for?” McCoy piped up,
sounding very chipper. “What
are you so cheerful about?” Kirk sounded
annoyed, but looked interested in an answer. “What
bit you in the ass?” McCoy asked,
smiling, deciding Kirk wasn’t about to bring him down from his
debaucherous
high. “Let’s
see,” Kirk glared. “Could it be that I
couldn’t sleep?” “That
seems to be going around.” Now McCoy was
bouncing on his heels, grinning. “Could
it be that I dropped in last night?”
Kirk was now tapping his finger to his lips and looking
thoughtful. McCoy
stopped bouncing. “Really?” “Really.” Kirk
stared him in the eye. “Didn’t
see you." He gave a half smile,
semi-concerned, semi-guilty. “No one
told me you’d stopped by.” Now he was
suspicious, too. He hadn’t heard the
door signal and he had definitely checked that it was activated when he
was
alone in sickbay. “I
didn’t think you would. You were a
little busy.” “You
could have interrupted. Reports can
always be delayed a bit.” “I
couldn’t exactly have interrupted,” he said, the anger rising in his
tone. “You were fellating and fucking the
ambassador!” Kirk realized his voice had
risen higher than he had meant it to, especially with a Vulcan in
sickbay. “Well
now sickbay will certainly be a comfortable atmosphere,”
McCoy
said
sarcastically, Sarek had to have heard that if he weren’t asleep. “Are
you denying it?” “Why
should I? Were you sneaking in the back
as I told you not to?” “Don’t
change the subject!" Kirk glared,
“Maybe I should just walk in there and involve the ambassador in this
conversation. He doesn’t seem to be
thinking very clearly! Are the drugs
affecting his judgment?” McCoy’s
eyes grew wide. “You think I would…rape
him?” “Well,
what I saw is not exactly behavior I would expect from him – he’s
Vulcan, he’s
married to a woman he obviously adores, and he’s very reserved from
what I have
seen.” “Perhaps
there’s more to this than you realize,” McCoy said calmly, hoping it
might rub
off on the captain. “Don’t
tell me, you and Amanda switched bodies since I went off duty.” McCoy
ignored the quip. “Did you ever think it
might be a medical necessity?” “And
wouldn’t that be a pleasant convenience for you. Perhaps
his wife could have performed this
little ‘procedure’ herself?” “She
has been, but he seems to need more release than she can give to get
the sleep
he desperately needs.” McCoy stared at
Kirk expressionless. Kirk
paused at that, his eyes narrowed, “Then maybe I should check it out
with HIS
WIFE. I wonder which would upset her
more, that you, his doctor, fucked her husband, or that her husband
fucked his
doctor?” McCoy
glared. “My concern is with my patient’s
welfare. I did what needed to be
done. The only pain medication we have
for him is giving him rather constant and extreme erections.” “And
of course you didn’t enjoy your necessary procedure on the ambassador.” Kirk’s sarcasm was heavy. McCoy
started to wonder if Kirk was jealous.
“So what if I did?” He smiled
broadly. “There aren’t a lot of perks in
my job.” The
captain’s face darkened. “You might
concern yourself with what would happen if any of this got out? You know what that kind of scandal would do
to this ship, to his career? The CMO of
the “It’s
not like we were in the lobby of the Ritz-Denebe!” “What
difference would it have made, if someone else had seen?
Like ANY of the 112 other delegates, perhaps
an Andorian, or a Tellarite? Hell, almost
any of the crew? Who else, besides
myself, would be able to keep that bit of juicy gossip to themselves? Or not use it for blackmail?” McCoy’s
eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute, how long were you standing there? How would you know about the both the fellatio
and the intercourse without having stood there a while and
watched?” Kirk
flushed. “It was a little shocking. It
took time to figure out what was occurring.” “You
obviously came in the back way, where it was dark.
We were in Sarek's private room, where all
the lights were on." “I
had to back out slowly to keep quiet. It
was not the most comfortable thing to walk in on. McCoy’s
eyes lit up. “You watched everything,
didn’t you? It got you hot and you
stayed to enjoy the show. Did you
masturbate
while I enjoyed the ambassador in his splendor? Kirk
darkened. “Were
you imagining joining in? Hoping we
might hear you and invite you to take the next turn at him?” Kirk
flushed. “I don’t know where you get
this lurid stuff!” “Oh
please, Jim, most of the ship wants what I had last night.
I’ve seen the way you’ve checked him out, and
hell, I’ve seen him eye your ass and, in fact, his eyes always kind of
twinkle
when he looks at you. Kind of like when
he and Amanda are touching fingers and sharing their thoughts –
mind-fucking I
think someone called it rather perceptively.” “How
can you have done that to a man you just performed heart surgery on? "I
could do it to provide the man the rest that he needs to recover from a
serious
operation. I think ‘how could I not
have’ would have been the question. It
was just what he needed. He couldn’t
sleep for his severe erections, which was affecting his ability to
heal.” McCoy
continued in Kirk’s momentary silence; his expression appeared unsure
now. “Hell he’s the human equivalent of 41
years
old. I was very careful, and the
exercise was nominal, and I should say cardiovascular.” “It
looked a little more than nominal,” Kirk grumbled, “the exercise, that
is.” He could not help remembering the
size of Sarek’s large, stiff penis. McCoy
smiled at that. “I had the bio-scans
just above his head, and was monitoring them carefully.
A Vulcan doesn’t cry out during orgasm
unless he’s pretty revved up, if you know what I mean.”
McCoy winked. Kirk
stared at him for a long moment, before the doctor had to attend to an
emergency somewhere else in the ship and rushed off.
Perhaps he was a little jealous, and it
certainly had turned him on watching.
Hell, he had almost come in his pants and did actually
after he
was
somewhere more private and could administer to his own needs. So,
perhaps, he was being a little unfair.
Would he have actually turned Sarek down if the same
situation
had
presented itself to him? Sarek was
uncomfortable and therefore not sleeping.
It was affecting his health and recovery… Kirk
had to admit that Sarek was handsome, and sexy, but it just felt like a
bite of
the forbidden apple. He had always
worked at not thinking of him that way.
He was Spock’s father after all, and Amanda’s husband, and
Kirk
was
enamored with Amanda almost immediately.
But Sarek’s looks and his power, his cocksure attitude and
almost
contrary nature, and that sexy glint Kirk always saw in his eye were so
very
attractive. The
thought of having him did stiffen his cock.
He could not stop thinking of him that way after seeing
Bones
sucking
and then fucking him. He could not
forget the sound of Sarek crying out in ecstasy, the flushed, almost
blissful,
expression on his face when he climaxed. He
stepped out into sickbay and saw that the door to Sarek’s room was open. He
stepped over to peer in and saw that Sarek was awake.
He hoped he had not heard him yelling the
lewd reference regarding him, but Sarek looked somewhat uncomfortable,
and
stared at Kirk. “You
are angry with me again, Captain?” Sarek
asked Kirk
swallowed. It had been easy dressing
down the ambassador at the reception after he had launched the
Tellarite
against the bulkhead and even looked smug when Kirk confronted him, but
now
Sarek could not even stand on his own, and looked like he’d been
tenderized and
kneaded by his near fatal surgery. Kirk
blushed. “You heard?” he said, hoping
against hope the ambassador hadn’t, and wishing he had been more
discreet. Sarek
looked down momentarily, “Now, and then, yes.” Kirk’s
eyebrows rose at the implication that Sarek knew he was in the darkness. “I
didn’t know it was your talk with the doctor,” Sarek clarified, “and
when I
realized someone else was present, I was a little too…engrossed…” It was Sarek’s turn to feel embarrassed; he
flushed ever so slightly that Kirk wasn’t sure he hadn’t imagined it. “Forgive my poor judgment…” “Sir,
I wasn’t really blaming you, or judging you…”
Kirk wasn’t sure what else to say.
He couldn’t admit to jealousy, as that would surely
embarrass
the
ambassador, and himself as well. “Let
me assure you that since I am bonded to my wife, she is aware of my
recent
troubles as she has dealt with my problem during the day and evening. We have also reached an understanding." He
continued. “I do not want to tax my wife
with the quantity and vigor of the sexual needs that I still have, even
after
40 years of marriage. She is no longer
young enough to handle it, so I have to go…elsewhere, at times. I only need be discreet and not…cause any
pregnancies. Human males are convenient
for the latter.” Kirk
swallowed at the admission and felt himself hardening at the thought of
Sarek’s
great sexual appetite. He noticed that
even now Sarek was getting an erection.
Kirk realized that Amanda must have been all of twenty, if
not
younger,
when Sarek married her, and let his mind wander into the surly depths
of what
their first years must have been like with Sarek’s high sex drive and
Amanda’s
passion for her husband. He
let himself get a little too hot at the thought of the ambassador
mounting his
very young wife morning, “What
if I watch, I mean watch out for you, while you…and McCoy...take care
of
things.” Kirk saw that glint in Sarek’s
eye again “Both
would be agreeable,” Sarek said. Kirk
stared, wondering if Sarek meant what he thought – that he didn’t mind
if Kirk
watched he and McCoy while they…. He
noticed the readings for heart rate and respiration increasing as he
noticed
Sarek’s erection grow and this time, it wasn't from the painkillers
he'd been
receiving. Kirk felt his own erection
harden until he had to try shifting it surreptitiously. Sarek
glanced at Kirk's crotch, his eyebrows lifting.
“Perhaps, however, you would prefer more than that.
I cannot get up from this bed as yet, but as
you saw,” a very slight smile graced his lips, “other options can
suffice. “I
would, sir,” he said before he realized it.
His heart pounded at the mere thought of having Sarek, but
he
had to be
absolutely sure no one would witness this.
He couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen if someone
walked
in on
the captain boffing the ambassador extraordinaire Kirk
stepped out of Sarek’s room just as McCoy returned from his emergency. “False
alarm,” he said, but looked curiously at Kirk’s now-pleasant demeanor. “Look’s
like I’ll be joining you in your quest, Bones," he said quietly,
smiling a
little too much. McCoy
looked at first confused, then surprised. “You always were fast.” His
expression
lightened, then. “I should have known.” Late
that night it was determined that Kirk would be the one to relieve
Sarek after
his dose of medication, but he felt a little nervous even though he
realized
Sarek was the one most needing the release.
Kirk should have total control of the situation.
But as in his dealings with Spock, sometimes
his emotions kept him lagging behind his control in uncomfortable
situations
with a Vulcan. He had picked up a bottle
of scotch and a glass. He stepped into
Sarek's private room, bottle and glass in hand to Sarek’s raised eyebrow “Mind
if I have a drink?” Kirk asked “Not
if it will make you more comfortable,” Sarek replied. “I figured you
weren’t allowed, with the heavy
painkillers.” “It
would not be advisable,” Sarek agreed. Kirk
poured himself a double, and he toasted for a successful conference at Sarek’s
eyebrows climbed. “I believe that last is
something that will commence upon our union, James.
I do not believe either of us is at all
inexperienced or unmotivated, though I am still convalescing. “I
was trying to be polite by providing some excuse for small talk
beforehand,”
Kirk said. “And the joke was sort of
impromptu, to break the ice, so to speak.” “Both
of which are completely lost on me in my condition.”
He stared at James intently. “Should
I have just jumped you then when I arrived, sir?” He
grinned, feeling more comfortable due to
the ambassador’s gentle, forthright manner and seeming self-deprecation “In
a healthier state I would have appreciated that. Perhaps
to mount or climb upon me might
better fit my recuperating body. Or to
take me in your mouth or enter me, as McCoy did. All
are welcome.” Sarek’s eyes had become
hooded and he
swallowed; he appeared to have excited himself by the imagery inherent
in his
words. Kirk
swallowed the last of his scotch and stepped close to the head of
Sarek’s
bed. “I did not see McCoy kiss you last
night. Is that something Amanda doesn't
want you to share with others?” He
stared at Sarek’s full, soft lips, wanting to feel them and thrust his
tongue
into his mouth before he humped him. Sarek
smiled softly at this. “All that she
requests is that I do not meld or bond with other partners. Kirk
set his glass down and leaned over Sarek.
He put his finger to Sarek’s lips and traced them.
Sarek’s eyes closed and the respiration and
heartbeat rose significantly as Kirk leaned in and caught those soft
lips in a
deep passionate kiss. A little sigh
escaped from Sarek. McCoy might have
fucked him already, but Kirk would make love to the man.
He would watch his face while he had him and
enjoy the echoes of his expressions that he had learned to read off
Spock. He
pulled back the sheet and pulled apart the med jumper from neck to
groin,
freeing Sarek’s beautiful, stiff erection, and ran his fingers over
broad,
tight chest and smiled. “McCoy had you
shaved.” “Yes,”
Sarek said. Kirk
climbed up onto the bed and mounted Sarek gently. Sarek’s
eyes closed and an almost imperceptible
moan escaped as Kirk felt the penis twitch within him.
Kirk watched Sarek’s face as he slowly rode
him, careful to keep his weight off of him as he traced the long,
lasered
surgical scar with his fingers. “Does it
still hurt?" he asked, concerned.
He was having second thoughts about actually mounting
Sarek and
regretted that the recent surgery would disallow him being as
passionate as he
would like. Sarek
looked confused for a moment, which Kirk thought amusing.
Sarek was too intent on the sensations as the
captain rode him. “No, James, the
analgesic eliminates most of the pain, but, of course, creates this
other
problem. Kirk
smiled. “I think I can help with that
soon, and often.” He smiled at the
thought and picked up the pace. Sarek’s
eyes become hooded as he watched his own penis appearing and
disappearing
within the captain. His respiration and
heart rate rose, and the captain smiled as he looked back and forth
between the
readings and Sarek’s slight expressions that he seemed to be having
less and
less control over as Kirk thrust faster. Sarek’s
back arched and Kirk felt Sarek press back into him and gasp in pain. Kirk
smiled. “Hard to control certain
impulses.” “Indeed,”
Sarek said. Kirk
drove a little lower until he felt himself contact Sarek’s groin. He increased the downward pressure into Sarek
until he saw the pain readings edging up and then compensated to keep
the pain
reading low. He increased his tempo
until they smacked into one another with a slight but audible slap
again and
again. Sarek
moaned softly, but continued to watch the captain ride him. Kirk stepped up the rhythm again and could
see Sarek’s chest rise and fall rapidly.
He squirmed ever so slightly until another spike of pain
stopped
him. He shivered all over and his hands
gripped the edge of the bed. Kirk saw
his knuckles turn white and heard him groan deep in his throat as his
eyelids
fluttered almost closed. God,
with his view of the ambassador, Kirk thought, he might come himself. His stiff penis beat Sarek’s belly in rhythm
to his downward thrusts. He knew from
the erotica and porn he had seen, that Vulcans could get hard often in
a short
time, so he wouldn’t be wasting an erection by getting Sarek off fast
this
time. He quickened his pace to bring
Sarek off quickly to allow him some immediate relief Sarek
opened his mouth and gasped at the sudden rapid pace. “Oh, James.” It was almost a cry. Sarek’s
neck arched, his eyes closed tightly,
and Kirk felt him shiver all over. He
was so very close. Kirk
drove himself hard onto him until Sarek’s whole body went tight; he
shuddered
and cried out loudly as he came in Kirk.
The Vulcan’s penis throbbed as Kirk felt the cum explode
into
him. Sarek
collapsed upon the bio-bed, the bio-readings beeping wildly before
starting to
settle back down. Thank God McCoy had
sent the nurse on break and was watching the bio-signs himself. A last, little sighing moan escaped. Sarek’s eyes did not reopen and Kirk saw the
bio-readings settling much lower, and he realized that Sarek had fallen
asleep
from exhaustion. Kirk
smiled as he dismounted, then gathered Sarek’s legs and eased him to
the end of
the bed as McCoy had done the night before.
He held Sarek’s legs apart as he leaned down and teased
the
Vulcan’s balls
with his tongue. Sarek moaned
softly. Kirk slipped his arms around
Sarek’s thighs to pin his hips to the bio-bed so he wouldn’t hurt
himself
before he woke up. Kirk slipped his lips
over one testicle and sucked and licked it.
Another moan followed He
took a peek. The Vulcan had not yet
awakened, but his penis had stiffened again, and was almost completely
erect. Kirk realized the emotional
controls were likely only conscious and smiled at what he might see or
hear if
Sarek didn’t wake up soon. He slipped
his mouth over the other testicle and licked and sucked it. Yet another moan and a shiver coursed through
the legs Kirk held aloft. He
ran his tongue under the balls and was rewarded with almost a cry and
Sarek’s
legs shook. He noticed Sarek’s penis
was completely erect now. He dove
further down and teased Sarek’s sphincter, saw it tighten and heard
what he’d
swear was a soft whimper. Obviously
Sarek was still asleep to allow such a sound.
Kirk smiled. His next move
would
definitely awaken the ambassador. He
leaned toward the sphincter and rimmed him wetly once, then twice, and
with
each, heard a cry that sounded completely uncontained. “James,”
Sarek said breathily, “my wife enjoys teasing me this same way.” “You’re
a lucky man. Nice to have you awake
again,” Kirk said, though he would miss the unfiltered responses. “Sexual
relations, even without my physical efforts seems to be very taxing on
my
system. Forgive me.” Kirk
had enjoyed the ambassador’s emotional lapses while asleep, but would
never
think to embarrass him with divulging such.
But perhaps McCoy might enjoy that bit of information and
the
advice to
continue his efforts through such times.
“No problem, I continued without you.” “Obviously,”
Sarek said. “But I must warn you that to
continue with what you are doing will make me climax shortly.” Kirk
smiled at this and rimmed the man again and again as he felt Sarek
shudder in
waves, then tighten all over until he moaned loudly and climaxed onto
his belly
and chest. Kirk felt Sarek’s legs relax
and jerk every now and then with the release of their adrenaline. Now Sarek would be more relaxed for Kirk’s
entry. He slipped his tongue into him
and was rewarded with more moaning, “Oh, James…” He
slipped in first one, then two fingers, then three and pumped Sarek,
pinning
his hips again so he wouldn’t shift to try to bury them and hurt
himself
again. Then he balanced Sarek’s legs on
his shoulders while he spread his liberal precum about his penis and
positioned
himself to enter. He slipped in gently
and Sarek moaned in response. A quick
glance at the bio-readings showed the rise only in his respiration and
heart
rate, not pain. He pushed completely in,
and Sarek moaned more loudly. Kirk held
Sarek
down as tried again to buck in response. Kirk
thrust into him, but he had to struggle against the urge to thrust much
harder
after hearing Sarek’s uncontrolled moans and cries while asleep and
feeling him
trying to buck back into him even though that caused him pain. Sarek watched Kirk pumping into him through
half-closed eyes, intently staring at Kirk’s pelvis as it thrust, then
watching
Kirk’s expression. Sarek’s legs hung
heavy upon Kirk, completely relaxed and not tensing or pulling. Kirk had the distinct impression that Sarek
was so spent that he might fall asleep again even before Kirk came in
him. He
increased his tempo and saw Sarek flush all over as his penis became
fully
engorged and stood stiff yet again, bouncing with Kirk’s rougher
thrusts. He thought he might like to rim
him again
after he came, just out of curiosity as to how many times Sarek could
continue
to get an erection, but he knew the Vulcan was exhausted, having
already fallen
asleep immediately after his climax when Kirk mounted him. Kirk
thrust his last few times harder than he had meant to.
Sarek stiffened and he cried out loudly as he
came himself, his penis shooting his cum over his stomach and chest. That put Kirk over the edge and he came hard
as he thrust his last into Sarek’s ass and felt himself climax inside
the
Vulcan. Sarek’s eyes had slipped closed
again, and the bi-reading fell low.
Sarek had fallen asleep, now even more deeply, with Kirk
still
inside
him and his legs held aloft. Kirk smiled
at the view. Kirk repositioned him gently upon the bio-bed, fetched a warm, damp cloth and cleaned Sarek’s chest and belly off, deciding he would have to taste the Vulcan the next time by having Sarek come in his mouth. Sarek would do the same for him, no doubt. He leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips, then covered him to keep him warm. He would taste Sarek, and the anticipation would make it even sweeter than he had heard it was. He
stepped out of Sarek’s room and slipped the door closed.
McCoy stood waiting. Kirk
grinned. “Always wanted to get to know
the ambassador better, but this was not what I imagined.” “Of
course, you didn’t enjoy it,” McCoy mimicked Kirk earlier. “So
what if I did,” Kirk mimicked back and winked. |