English is still not my mother tongue, witch is still german. Don't hate me.
Now betaed, thanks to Savage benediction. I've been told there are some mistakes aboutpossessive apostophes and commas. They are still in, because honestly, I was too lazy to correct them. So all mistakes are still mine.
Warnings: Graphic and expl. sex between two male beeings. Bit fluff. Don't like --> don't read.
Ster J: Well..ähm... thank you. Don't know what foe exactly, but I'm still glad you like it. Here is more anyway. Sorry about the 'soon' part.
Savage benediction: Thank you again. I changed most of the grammer and spelling stuff, but some was intenionall. You helped a lot. I write things how they sound right to me and sometimes, the wrong things sound write ; ) About the awesome line: I wasn't sure if it was to much. Glad you like it.
withnail: Glad you don't hate me. For the phrase: madlygrin. Well this id supposed to be the last chapter, but I'm thinking about a sequel. Should there be another chapt. it would be major fluff. Thanks for reviewing so regulary.
riov leahval aen'rhien: blush Thank you. I try my best.
In McCoy's quarters they looked at each other uneasily. The way down here, had both of them cooled off. Bones sat at the edge of his bed, while Spock chose to sit at a chair, almost in the other corner of the room. After a few moments both of them looked away.
The doctor was the first to speak: "Listen, if you want to leave, it's all right." Actually this wouldn't be anyway near all right - it would hurt like hell. But he really didn't want to push it. Gods, he would be fine with just holding Spock, while falling asleep! Nevertheless he would accept if the other man wanted to leave. He had waited this long - he could certainly wait a bit longer. So he drew a deep breath and continued: "I don't want to you to fell rushed or anything…"
Still looking at the floor between them Spock answered: "I do not wish to leave. Unless, of course, you want me to…?" he trailed off, suddenly afraid the man he loved would reject him.
At this McCoy got up and walked other to the sitting vulcan, knelt down and took one of these elegant hands between his, making the man facing him. "I would never want you to leave." A small smile appeared on Spock's lips and he nodded. Bones sighed in relief. "Well, then let's take this as slow as you …" He was cut off, by the first officer, pressing a rather demanding kiss on his lips. When it ended, the vulcan spoke again: "I thought I made myself clear, earlier?" McCoy just grinned: "Be careful about what you ask for. You just might get it." Spock arched an eyebrow, but didn't answer. After all he hadn't lied when he said, he preferred certain activities to conversation.
Taking the silent disbelieve as a challenge, McCoy started kissing Spock again. His let his tongue discover every part of the still alien mouth. The sensation of the two tongues sliding against each other was better than anything he had ever given or received. The kiss deepened and they groaned in each others mouths. Bones was immediately hard again, when he felt how responsive his lover was. So he gently bit the soft bottom lip, causing a soft moan. Satisfied with the result but not nearly done, he slowly trailed the vulcan's jaw- line with the tip of his tongue. He nibbled at an earlobe before he softly whispered: "Take off your shirt." Spock, who until now had been unable to do anything but holding tightly onto the armrests of the chair he was sitting on, complied with this order with shaking hands.
McCoy didn't pause to admire the sight that presented itself to him. Beautiful as it was, he had seen it many times. He had long ago decided that being the CMO had its definitive upsides. Seeing the bare torso of the fist officer every physical, was one off them.
Smiling to himself, he put his hands at said first officer's thighs and continued to caress the exposed skin with the tip of his tongue. He softly kissed his way down to an already erect nipple. There he sucked it ever so softly, before letting his mouth become firmer. Then he stopped and gently blew cold air against it. Feeling Spock shudder in appreciation, he flicked his tongue over it, causing even more trembling. He paid the other nipple the same attention, before trailing his way down to the vulvan's belly botton, following the muscles of his stomach. Without stopping the nibbling and licking he lifted his hands to get Spock's trousers out of his way, causing a sharp intake of breath from the already heavily breathing vulcan.
Still kneeing in front of the chair, his position was perfect for what he was about to do. He placed his hand over the hot bulge in his lover's boxers and squeezed slightly. Spock by now had his eyes closed and his face was that of utter concentration. He already felt dizzy and he was sure, the doctor was only beginning.
He was right: only seconds latter Leonard's hand was closing around his erection. The vulcan couldn't do more than gasp. When he felt the hand beginning to move, he thought he had died. The movement began slowly but then McCoy increased the speed of his pumping. Then he suddenly went back to the slow pace, only to start with a faster again, some seconds later. He kept altering it, so his lover never knew what to expect. This proved too much for Spock. He thrust his hip forward, against the doctor's hand, not being able to hold back any longer. When he came, he groaned the name of the man, kneeing in front of him.
When the world came back he was greeted with the mischievous grin of Leonard H. McCoy: "Enjoyed yourself?"
"Indeed." he answered. "And I plan on returning the favour."
These words seemed to go directly to Bones's cock, making it his turn to moan softly.
They both got up, Spock using the shirt of his dress- uniform to wipe the semen from his stomach. Then he approached the appealing- looking doctor and kissed him passionately. Feeling the fire and demand in the doctor was enough to arouse him instantly, again. So he let his hands wander under the others uniform and gently stroked the cool, bare skin. He trailed his way from the slender shoulder blades, over the muscular back down to a perfect arse. Each hand laying at one side he gently squeezed. Good god, how long had he been waiting for this
Feeling his lover's erection pressing against his own pelvis, he gently steered Bones towards the bed, refusing to stop kissing for longer than they needed to draw breath. When they reached their destination Spock pushed the doctor to the back, sending him dropping on the mattress. He removed his own trousers and kicked off his shoes, leaving him in only boxers, while McCoy was still fully dressed. The Vulcan didn't hesitate much longer, joined the doctor and after some fumbling with zips and suddenly too small holes, another dress- uniform landed next to the bed.
Spock took advantage of lying on top off his mate and pressed one knee against Leonard's crotch, forcing a loud groan from the doctor's lips. His hands found one of the doctor's nipples and carefully pinched it; which resulted in even more groaning. He started to move over to the other nipple, when he heard the doctor's low voice: "That's it, my friend. I'm a doctor, not a monk." With this Bones removed both of their underwear and pulled the vulcan fully against him. They both moaned when they felt their cocks brushing against each other. The sensation was almost overwhelming for Spock. However, it settled maters for him, when he saw his mate throwing his head backwards against the pillows and in doing so, exposing the sensitive skin off his neck. He quickly bent down and gently nibbled his way up to McCoy's ear. There he softly whispered: "I wish to copulate with you, doctor."
Bones pulled back and locked at him with big eyes. Deciding that the vulcan's choice of words was not to upset him, he resolved upon discussing terminology later. For now he just shook his head and reached over to pull a small bottle of lubricant out of his bedside- drawer. He looked at the vulcan questioning, asking silently what he didn't want to speak out loud. For the second time this day, he didn't trust his voice.
Again Spock understood him, anyway. He considered only a few seconds before deciding that the doctor would most likely climax, if he started to prepare him. So he slide off McCoy and turned to lie on his stomach. He felt a pillow being shoved under his hips, only seconds after and willingly parted his legs. He couldn't remember, ever being so aroused.
Shortly after, he felt a cool finger caressing his opening and relaxed. The oiled finger slowly found his way inside him, making him want to shove backwards, against it. He restrained himself and soon was rewarded with another finger, stretching his hole gently. The doctor went on and every time the tips of his fingers brushed against his prostate, he wanted to scream out. By the time Leonard had finished, Spock was at the edge of begging. But then the fingers where withdrawn and he felt McCoy's crock slowly gliding into him; careful so as not to cause him pain. He couldn't do more than jerk helplessly. Bones pulled out slightly, only to push forward, against the vulcan's prostate. He began to thrust slowly and almost gently. When the sensation became almost too much for both off them, their movement became faster. Spock could feel the tension building up in him and concentrated very hard, on not loosing control. But when McCoy altered his pace, like he had done before he couldn't hold back any longer. He came and the additional friction in his muscles was enough to send the other man over the edge as well. They both gasped helplessly as their bodies contracted in ecstasy. Spock collapsed against the bed and Leonard fell on top of him. They both were unable to move for several minutes.
Then McCoy pulled out of his lover and lay down next to him. He put an arm around his waist and snuggled closer. With a smile on his face he looked at the man he loved. "That was amazing." He said. He received a nod and after several minutes of kissing he decided that it was save to proceed and put on a grin he had been holding back: "But we really need to talk about your vocabulary. I mean copulating? Honestly Spock…"
Catching on his mates playfully attempt to argue and remembering his earlier thoughts the vulcan replied: "I assume you would prefer the term love making? As a doctor you should know, that feelings can not be produced by physical exercise."
"And how are you feeling at the moment? And don't give me that I'm a vulcan– line!"
"I am tired, due to a long day and sexual activities. I am content lying here next to you, but I would have been, without us engaging in the last hour pursuits, however enjoyable they have been. It is only logical, doctor." Insisted Spock with one eyebrow raised.
At his lovers mentioning of being tired, McCoy felt the whole day crushing back on him and so he decided to give in for once. When Spock could let go of his teachings for him, than this was the least thing he could do, to show him how much he appreciated it.
"Whatever. Just don't call it copulating, again, all right?" he yawned.
"That is agreeable."
Bones nodded groggily and put a kiss on his lover's lips. "Love you." was the last thing he managed before falling asleep. Spock looked at the human, his eyes shining with love. He pulled him closer, before murmuring: "I love you, too." Then he allowed himself to drift off to sleep; a small, very un- vulcan smile on his face.
The end (?)
I know Spock is way out of character, but I tried to explain it in the last part.
So... what do you think? This was my first atempt on something like this and I really tried, very hard. Like it? Hate it?
Please review. With this chapt. it's more importent than ever before. Please make may day! Please!