Title: Hands

Fandom: Star Trek

Pairings: Kirk/Spock

Rating: PG.

Summary: My spin on the scene at the beginning of Shore Leave, though it works just as well (maybe even better) if you haven't seen the episode.

Warnings: slash, mild sexual themes

Hands

Jim wanted to play. The mundane nature of this particular mission made him feel mischievous, and the person who he specifically wanted to play with was heading his way. He finished signing the report that the Yeoman had handed him and then asked the routine question that would get Spock's attention.

"Anything from the landing party?"

He felt Spock's presence behind him, felt or heard the half-Vulcan rest his hands on the back of Jim's chair.

"They should be sending a report momentarily, Captain." Those talented Vulcan hands… Jim never would have guessed that his logical first officer could be capable of such… It wasn't quite passion the way most humans would describe it, in fact it was something else entirely. Still meticulously calculated, and yet… Oh, there was no use trying to understand it, much like Spock himself. A tantalizing enigma so close to human, and yet at the same time so far from it. All he knew was that he wanted more, wanted those hands; wanted the thrill of dangling his new found courtship in front of the entire bridge, even if he and Spock were the only ones who knew what they were really doing.

"Oh" Jim complained as he handed the report back to the Yeoman and began to sit upright. In case Spock had missed the hint, he put his own hands to his back, feigning discomfort. Actually, it wasn't entirely an act. His back did ache a little, as it often did when he was feeling a little tired or overworked. But really, it was nothing that he couldn't ignore if he had to.

"Is something wrong?" Spock asked, and Jim allowed himself a tiny smirk. It sounded so innocent, concern for the wellbeing of the Captain, and how that might affect the crew. Highly logical, but Jim had come to notice that Spock often hid a plethora of emotions behind that relentless logic, where no one would think to look

"A kink in my back" he replied, not daring to look back. It would be far too obvious, and this game was only fun when it was secret. He removed his hands again and, almost instantly, they were replaced by Vulcan ones. Ah, sweet relief, the ache began to subside. "That's it. Little-" his voice strained with what was rapidly becoming more than just relief, but Jim quickly regained enough control to cover it up. "Little higher, please." Not the needy demand of a lover, but the request of a Captain to a member of his crew. Spock was quick to comply, but Jim knew that he was capable of a much stronger touch than the almost delicate way he was kneading Jim's back now. "Push… push harder." At this point Jim had stopped caring what he sounded like. He needed to feel, really feel Spock, but his first officer was showing a frustrating level of restraint. Was that his plan? Did he want Jim to show him, show the whole crew, how much he wanted him, right there and then? Well fine "Dig it in there, Mr Sp-"

It was at that point that Spock had migrated around Jim's chair to where he could see quite clearly that his hands were innocently at his sides. The reason that the hands still massaging him were so delicate left him completely deflated. Enjoying the massage now felt entirely wrong, despite the fact that the tension in his back had quite suddenly returned.

"Thank you, Yeoman, that's sufficient."