It Is Illogical, But It Is Love

Chapter 6

(AN: The access tube scandal mentioned in chapter four. It takes place somewhere between their relationship being made public and chapter four; as always, the timeline is sketchy at best. And, yes, I made up a word later. Ten unredeemable points if you find it. It's not t'hy'la, by the way – that is a real word. This fic is partially inspired by a fic I read about Spock and McCoy in an access tube, but the similarities end there. .net/s/5560389/1/Jefferies_Tube There it is, by the way.)

Kirk turned a corner, giggling madly. Spock, subdued as ever, followed him.

"Captain, may I inquire as to our destination?"

"Spock, can't I just have a little fun?"

"Your fun often ends badly, Captain."

Kirk stopped near a hatch to an access tube. "Quit calling me Captain. Wait till you hear what I've got in mind…"

"I begin to sense that this will be what the good Doctor calls 'a hard sell.'"

"Come on, Spock; it'll be fun."

"Kindly explain what you wish to do."

Kirk grinned. "Alright. We're on the bottom deck of the ship, right?"

"Affirmative, Captain. I am still unsure of why, however." Spock raised an eyebrow as Kirk began to giggle again.

"I'm getting to that. So, if we open this door, what will we find?"

Spock glanced at the door. "An access tube; a small and cramped cylinder."

"Yes. Now here's what I want to do." Kirk leaned up and whispered in Spock's ears.

The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. "Captain, you woke me up in the middle of the night to have a sexual encounter in an access tube barely large enough for one man, let alone two?"

Kirk kept grinning, despite Spock's tone. "Yep."

"I believe I was correct in my earlier pronouncement; this will indeed be a 'hard sell.'"

Kirk rolled his eyes. "Come on! It'll be fun."

"I fail to understand why it was necessary to come all the way down here, when we could have simply done the act you wish much more comfortably in the barracks."

Kirk's face fell slightly. "Spock…"

"Come, Captain; whining does not suit you."

"That's what I want to do."

Spock lifted an eyebrow at the bad innuendo.

Kirk opened the door to the access tube. "It's not that small."

"There is a rather large ladder that one of us would be unfortunate to lean upon."

"I'll do it, if it'll make you uncomfortable."

Spock raised both eyebrows. "I highly doubt any position in this tube will be comfortable, and there is no reason to subject yourself to extra pain on my account."

"Spock-"

"And we would have to stand, Captain. If considered logically, and not as a scheme, this is a very bad idea. There is also the possibility we could be discovered, as engineers and crew use this tube at all times of the night-"

"Spock, that's the fun of it!" Kirk blushed slightly.

Spock raised an eyebrow and stared down his Captain. "The pitfalls of a human t'hy'la, I suppose."

Kirk blushed again.

"Have I told you the meaning of that word?" Kirk shook his head, still blushing. Spock tipped his head sideways. "It means brother and friend… along with lover, soul mate, and live-long companion."

Jim bit his lip to keep the huge grin from exploding onto his face. "And which definition fits this context?"

An eyebrow. "One of the latter, I should hope, as I do not partake in incestual relations."

Kirk grinned.

Spock allowed his eyebrow to relax. He gestured widely. "After you, Captain."

Kirk hurried in, still grinning madly. As they were on the lowest deck, there was a floor and a slightly wider area than the rest of the tube, but when Spock stepped in, it was still very tight. Kirk spun around so he was facing Spock and against the ladder, and found Spock's face just inches from his own. Kirk swallowed heavily, finally getting past the fun and into the arousal. Spock's muscles were taught as he reached past Kirk for the ladder and grabbed a rung firmly.

Kirk kissed Spock then, and they fell into their familiar rhythm in this unfamiliar place, and as always, between kisses, Kirk murmured, "Fuck me," and Spock didn't hesitate to pull Kirk's trousers down, sparing a moment for his prick, and turn Jim around gently.

Jim braced himself against the ladder and looked over his shoulder at Spock unbuckling his belt and sliding his trousers down, getting stuck for a minute at the shoes neither had bothered to take off. Spock was naked from the waist down and he leaned in for another kiss, then pulled off his shirt. Kirk's was still on, but it was too late now, as Spock's fingers were gently teasing his hole, and Kirk gasped to get on with it, now, and Spock consented, and pressed in agonizingly slowly. Kirk's head dropped against the rung of the ladder with a clang, and Spock pressed his lips against Jim's neck.

"Alright, Captain?" Even in the formal words, a light shake was evident in Spock's tones.

Jim nodded, past anything but 'yes's and 'god's.

As such, both were far too interested in Spock's thrusts to hear the door slide open, and only turned around at the gasp from the cadet.

Spock had enough dignity to pull out and put his trousers on, handing Kirk his as well, but the poor cadet was long gone by this point, probably to request a transfer to a ship that wasn't as crazy as the Enterprise.

Kirk and Spock exchanged glances and wordlessly headed for Kirk's room.

!*!*!*!

McCoy appeared furiously on the bridge the next morning, shouting about why the hell did he have to do this much damn paperwork all because Jim and his Vulcan couldn't keep it in their pants, or their quarters, and about how that cadet had requested transfer, so Mr. Sulu, start plotting a course so we can drop the poor son of a bitch off, and ignore the Captain if he says otherwise.

Kirk and Spock exchanged another glance, Kirk blushing and Spock impassive.

Kirk stopped suggesting odd places to have sex.

(AN: Hope you enjoyed this! If you're reading IPC as well, know that I am attempting to finish the next chapter, but I'm slightly stuck, so it might be a while longer. Milwordy is going well.)