Hello, everybody!

Just thought I'd type up a quickie (literallyXD) Star Trek:2009 fanfic, my first. Star Trek, I mean. Certainly not my first, ever. Please tell me in the comments if I got anything wrong, I would appreciate it if you did.:)

Anyway, here it is:)

Spock shoved the Captain of the Enterprise against the back of the Turbolift, simultaneously pressing the 'stop' button on the side of the lift.

This is looking good.

Before Kirk could react, the Vulcan was pressed against him, one hand cupping the Captain's ass, the other sinking into the blonde's hair as he attempted to shove his tongue down the said Captain's throat.

It just got better.

Kirk responded by groaning deep in his throat and wrapping his arms tight around Spock, drawing him closer and kissing him back with a desperation that had nothing to do with the fact that he hadn't had sex of any kind in over a month. Trust me, for James Kirk, that's a long time. Shoving his hands down the Vulcan's pants, he gave the already hard member a teasing squeeze, rewarded with an almost feral growl from Spock, who was currently trying to unbuckle the Captain's belt.

Kirk chuckled, reaching down with his free hand and undoing the buckle for the Vulcan, who promptly shoved his hand into the Captain's pants and started pumping his throbbing erection, followed by a keening sound and Kirk bucking his hips in a way that suggested he didn't know he was doing it.

Spock smiled, an unusually human reaction, considering the situation, so he wiped the unnecessary emotion off his flushed face, and continued to whack off the Captain who was writhing against the wall of the turbolift, squeezing and twisting his hand that was currently still wrapped around Spock's member. Said Vulcan was finding it harder and harder to fend off the impending orgasm, for fear of letting go of his composure, but it was quickly becoming apparent that composure was price he was going to have to pay.

On the Captain's side, this may have been unexpected, but not surprising. The Vulcan had been eying him for several weeks now, and, just for fun, Kirk decided to wear his glasses one day on the bridge. Not only did it attract the attention of several female crew members, but the constant glancing in Spock's direction, the adjusting of himself in his chair, and the sway in his walk had earned him this lovely get-together in the turbolift.

It wasn't too long until Kirk was crying out, his whole body tensing as he spilled his seed on the Vulcan's hand, who followed not to far behind, grunting and burying his head in the crook of the Captain's neck. After a few seconds of panting against each other, they separated and reordered themselves, Spock wiping his hand on his regulation pants, standing separate in the lift after Spock pushed the 'Go' button, and they stepped out onto their separate floors.

All the while, Scotty, who had caught sight of the video of one of the many turbolifts, was staring at the screen, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, wondering why the fuck he was still watching, before he shook his head and walked away to go find something to eat.

Hope you enjoyed that little tidbit, just typed it up and shipped it out. Please Read and Review, I love reviews like a fat man loves pancakes, and that's a fact. Anyway, thank you to everyone who reviewed, and faved my other story, Tease, I really appreciate it.

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