Chapter 11: Problem Solved

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Jim had put himself on permanent duty. Because if he wasn't asleep, he couldn't dream and if he wasn't off duty, no one could talk to him. They were only sitting in dock, but still Jim refused to move from his chair, staring out into the black with bloodshot eyes. Uhura didn't dare speak to him, and he hadn't heard from Spock either. Fine. That was fine because he'd be fine on his own. It wasn't like being alone was anything new.

How did this get so fucked up? I was just horny, but now I'm in love with my First Officer. My half vulcan first officer who ran away after I told him I loved him. Fuck.

Jim had locked down the bridge - it was about 3 in the morning and he was the only one currently on duty up there. He'd punched in his Captain's override so no one could get in. He nursed a glass of whisky in one hand, but after drinking himself into oblivion the last time, the idea of getting so drunk he couldn't think wasn't so attractive. He set the whisky down on the floor and slumped forwards, head in his hands. He hadn't been this fucked up since he'd nearly driven himself and that damn car off of the cliff.

Jim Kirk had come to the conclusion that loving people was shit.

What he heard next took him completely by surprise. There was a thud, followed by a sizzle, and he turned around to see Spock ripping open the turbolift with his bare hands. The Vulcan's face was void of any emotion, his eyes black and blank, and as soon as there was space enough he strode onto the bridge.

"What the-" Jim rose to his feet.

Spock however marched directly up to him and took hold of his shoulder, at the base of his neck. The last thing Jim felt was strong arms catching him before he hit the ground.

When he woke up he felt, surprisingly, a lot better. He was curled up on his bed in his boxers and he blearily rolled over and looked at the digital display by his bed. It was 2am. He frowned and sat up. He'd slept for nearly a whole day. He suddenly remembered Spock coming in and-

Did Spock undress him?

Jim sat up. His trousers, shirt and undershirt were folded neatly at the foot of his bed, the boots placed beneath. Definitely Spock. No one else would actually fold his clothes. The fact that Spock had undressed him would have once sent a thrill down his spine. Instead Jim just heaved himself to his feet and headed to the shower, picking up a pair of clean underwear on his way.

By the time he had finished and gone back into his room, he was assaulted with the smell of what seemed to be a full fry up. A tray with a plate towering in sausages, eggs, bacon and beans, accompanied with a thick strawberry milkshake sat on the bedside table. Jim's stomach rumbled, but a movement from the doorway caught his attention and he whipped around, damp and dressed in only his clean boxers. They were regulation Captain gold and Jim was very proud of them.

"Wait!" He said quickly, because it was obvious that Spock was trying to get away without being seen.

The Vulcan tensed, straightened up, and then turned in a way that was very First Officer like. "Is there anything else you may need Captain?" He asked.

Everything about him was emotionless. A stone statue. Jim didn't like it. He had done this to Spock. And what had Spock ever done to him?

"Spock, look-" Jim ran a hand through his hair, and then pulled on his trousers, "I'm sorry okay? I know how uncomfortable vulcans are with the whole emotional shit and I shouldn't have dumped it on you. I shouldn't have acted like a damn child, it's not your fault you don't feel the same." he sat down with the tray balanced on his lap and began to eat. "I'm sorry, really."

Spock stepped back into the room and shut the door behind him, and then he moved to sit at Jim's desk. "You do not have anything to apologise for Captain."

Jim winced. "Look... you can stop, okay? Please? I want to go back to before. To... to fr..." He swallowed. For some reason he couldn't say it.

"It is your wish to initiate a friendship?" Spock asked, still as blankly as before.

Jim finished his plate and moved on to the milkshake.

"Not really. But I don't want to lose you Spock - but I understand if you-"

Spock interrupted, "Jim." Was all he said.

Jim didn't even realise that Spock had at some point risen to his feet and approached the bed. Quicker than a blink, the tray was was on the floor and Spock had knelt down in front of him, his fingertips touching Jim's face so tenderly he could only just feel them, and then Spock pressed together their lips. Jim was sitting still as a statue and Spock pulled away, his brown eyes uncertain.

"I apologise, I thoug-"

Jim grabbed Spock, pulling him so the vulcan was straddling his hips, sitting in his lap and kissed him like his life depended on it. The feel of Spock's lips against his was mesmerizing, warm and so very right that it almost hurt. Spock's lips parted and Jim deepened the kiss.

Spock tangled his hands in Jim's blonde hair. His mouth tasted of strawberry milkshake, his hair soft beneath Spock's fingers. Jim was trembling and Spock pulled away, concerned.

"S-Sorry." Jim tried to suck in a breath, chuckling in an embarrassed way. "Y-You have no idea."

Spock smiled at him, a proper one, and touched his face again. Jim felt a jolt and was immediately reminded of when Spock had made him climax with his mind, but this was different. There was no surge of unbelievable pleasure. It felt like warm fingers were gently stroking his mind, comforting it, soothing it, easing the ache he felt from pent up sexual frustration and all the hurt he had been dealt recently. Jim closed his eyes and tilted his head into Spock's hand.

Jim.

His eyes snapped open, but Spock wasn't speaking. Not with his mouth at least. He smiled at Jim before closing his eyes, and Jim followed suit.

Jim. T'hy'la. You need not hurt any longer. I am here for you.

It was unbelievable. Jim felt his heart flutter gently against his ribs, and all he could do was grin.

I am sorry it took me so very long to realise my feelings for you. But you have nothing to fear now. I love you Jim. I always have. And I always will.

Oh my...shit. Really?

Yes.

Jim grabbed Spock's shoulders and pulled him down, Jim sprawling on to the bed, Spock's body hot and pressed flush to his. Jim's heart was thumping in his chest as he kissed Spock again, slowly, savouring the feel of his tongue against his lips, the way Spock's eyes became softer and unfocused. Spock's lips moved slowly against his own, gaining confidence as Jim let out a small sigh of pleasure.

Is this real? It couldn't be real. It was too wonderful to be real.

It is real.

How...how are you still inside my head?

Would you like me to leave?

Jim kissed him harder.

No.

Spock hoisted himself up slightly, breaking the kiss so that he could stare into Jim's baby blues, as though searching for something, and Jim suddenly realised that this was probably the first time Spock had been with a man. It wasn't difficult to figure out where everything went, but this was Spock. And had he even slept with Uhura? Neither of them had ever mentioned it. Giving him a small smile, Jim sat Spock up, but remained lying down, and slid his hands up Spock's shirt. The Vulcan took the hint and removed his top, and Jim couldn't help grinning at the sight of his toned chest and abdomen.

Spock's breathing hitched as Jim pulled the top off of him, pressing nervous kisses to the smooth skin of his chest. Spock's hands were running down Jim's skin seemingly of their own accord, and every touch set Jim on fire. His hands grazed Jim's hips and Jim let out a strangled gasp.

"I apologise." Spock was slightly breathless. "I do not know what has come over me. I feel very..." He trailed off, removing his hands from Jim and staring at them.

"Horny," Jim finished for him, grinning. "Now you can really empathize with my problem."

A faint green flush came to Spock's cheeks. "Yes I can. Would you care to suggest our course of action?"

Jim groaned a little. "You're so commandery sometimes." He complained, and he bucked his hips upwards.

To his delight Spock released an unsupressed moan and doubled over.

"Or would you prefer it if I went all Captain on your ass." Jim stuck his tongue out between his teeth. "Literally."

Spock looked up at him, his eyes dark with lust, and then he lunged for Jim's lips, kissing him with a passion that easily reflected his Vulcan strength. Jim responded eagerly, nipping Spock's lower lip in his teeth and wandering one hand down the back of Spock's trousers.

His behind was just as tight as it always looked in his trousers, and as Spock broke the kiss to bury his face into Jim's chest, he worked quickly to undo Spock's trousers and pull them down over his behind. The Vulcan drew in a shaky breath, looking up at him.

Jim. Should we be doing this? We have only just established the feelings we hold for one another.

Jim rested his hands back up on Spock's waist, his thumb gently stroking the soft skin.

It's up to you. I know what this...I know what this means to vulcans. But I have to say, for me - for me I don't think there could ever be anyone else but you. I promise you that. I'm not going to fuck this up.

A small smile flickered across Spock's face.

I too have come to the conclusion that I wish to be with nobody but you Jim.

He kissed Jim gently, fingers teasing the zip on his trousers as though he wanted to remove them, but was unsure. Jim wriggled beneath him and managed to undo his trousers by himself, shuffling them off, and they parted briefly to undress, until they were only in their underwear. Both pairs were tight. Jim glanced down at his regulation gold before looking at Spock's, which were simply blank, and unable to hold himself back any longer he took hold of Spock by his shoulders and forced him down onto the bed. He saw the Vulcan's eyes widen in shock, but then as Jim attacked his waist and hips with kisses, all Spock could do was clench his teeth. He tried not to moan, which of course Jim saw as a challenge.

He took his time, stroking Spock gently through the fabric of his underwear and licking and kissing his way across Spock's hips. The only noise coming from Spock was increasingly heavy breathing, and so Jim switched tactics, moving his mouth to kiss and suck on Spock's inner thighs.

And Spock swore loudly. In Vulcan.

It sent a shudder down Jim's spine, and it was all he could do to stop himself from gobbling Spock up right that second. He slid off the Vulcan's underwear and continued with his teasing, leaving the throbbing member completely alone for now. He had had to wait for this. He was going to make Spock wait for it too. Still, he found that he had to take a moment to compose himself.

It took him completely by surprise when Spock flipped them over so he was on top, eyes burning down into Jim with such lust that it took Jim's breath away. He opened his mouth to protest but Spock began kissing his jaw, hesitantly at first but with more hunger as Jim grabbed hold of the sheets in an attempt to restrain himself. Spock nipped gently at his neck, one hand running through Jim's hair and the other wandering down towards Jim's crotch.

Jim had never been so turned on in his life.

When Spock sucked at Jim's collarbone, he couldn't help the loud moan from escaping his lips and immediately flushed with embarrassment.

"I am not accustomed to such sounds." Spock's lips quirked into what was definitely a smirk.

Jim pursed his lips. "Shut up."

"I am wondering how we are to conduct this." Spock then said.

Jim bit his bottom lip. He couldn't deny (now that the initial shock of having Spock actually want him had worn off) that he was warming to the whole Captain-Commander role-play in bed.

"You're sure you want to-"

"Yes." Spock's voice was barely above a whisper. Jim leaned up and kissed him gently.

"In which case I'd uh..." don't blush Jim, get a grip, "I suggest I um. Go on bottom. It'll be less painful for me because I've uh, done it before."

Spock raised an eyebrow. Jim smacked him gently on the stomach.

"I don't want to hurt you." Jim said gently "And if I'm honest, the thought of you fucking me silly sounds pretty good to me."

A deep green blush crossed Spock's face, and he looked down to where Jim was still touching his stomach. "Jim. I apologise, I do not-"

"I'll guide you." Jim was practically trembling with excitement now, and he snaked a hand about the Vulcan's neck. "Come here. Kiss me. I'll guide you."

Spock allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss, and Jim could hear a faint echo of Spock's uncertain thoughts.

"I can still hear your thoughts?" Jim whispered into Spock's lips. Spock flushed slightly.

"It appears our mental connection is unusually strong."

Jim smiled and kissed Spock again, teasing his lips with his tongue, every small moan and gasp that Spock made sending heat straight down to his groin. At the last shock of lust, Spock's eyes flared open and he panted slightly.

I can feel your desire, Jim.

Jim's grin widened until it was positively wicked.

Good. I want you to feel it. He paused. I can't feel yours very much, Spock.

A darker green crossed the Vulcan's cheeks. "Jim..." He started, out loud.

"What? Did I say something wrong? Should I-"

A sudden wave of arousal washed over him, so powerful that Jim almost climaxed there and then. He arched his back and threw his head to one side, clutching at the bed sheets tightly. Spock lifted himself up so that he was directly over Jim, staring into his face and watching him intently. Jim felt a second wave, and then a third.

"St-stop!" He choked, finding it almost too much. He took in a deep breath, his grip on the sheets relaxing. Spock was smiling smugly. Damn half vulcan bastard. Intent on revenge, Jim twisted his hips, depositing Spock in a heap on the bed. Without letting him pause for breath, Jim clambered on top of him and pressed hard, teasing kisses on his hips. As he moved closer and closer to Spock's erection, Spock let out a strangled moan, burying his hands in Jim's hair.

"Jim, please..." he said hoarsely.

"What's wrong?" Jim looked up at him, his lips hovering over the tip, not quite touching it yet. "What do you want?"

Spock's bottom lip jutted out a little. "Jim, if you insist on withholding sexual gratification until I recite to you want I desire, then we shall be here for an exceptionally long time, and I believe I would triumph in controlling myself."

Jim mock sighed. "Your wish is my command."

Spock jerked and moaned so loudly that had he not been so distracted by the feel of Jim's wet mouth covering him that he would have been embarrassed. Jim rubbed intricate patterns on the soft skin of Spock's thighs as he licked and kissed and sucked and teased, feeling rather pleased with himself when Spock almost ripped the bedcovers in half.

You're so... big." Jim whispered up at him, in both awe and appreciation. "I can't wait to feel you inside me."

Spock made a choking sound. "I do not think I shall be able to-"

Jim wrapped his hand around the base of Spock's cock and looked up with feigned innocence.

"Nuh-uh, Spock. You don't get to orgasm just yet."

Spock practically whimpered, and that was the precise moment that Jim lost it. He practically snapped the front off of the drawer by the bed as he yanked it open, tossing a bottle of lube at Spock. His boxers were uncomfortably tight and he tapped impatiently on his leg as Spock examined the bottle Jim had just thrown at him.

"This is a form of lubrication." Spock said.

"Oh don't act like you don't know what to do with it." Jim wriggled on the bed. "Are you actually going to make me wait?"

He suddenly felt a pang of unease and guilt that were not his.

"I apologise, Jim." Spock moved onto his hands and knees, looking down at Jim's boxers before starting to remove them slowly. Jim's breathing became uneven and he threaded his fingers through Spock's dark hair, his little finger gently pressing against the nape of Spock's next. He could feel the warmth in Spock's mind at the touch.

Jim...

He opened his eyes and looked up. Yes, Spock?

You said you would guide me.

Jim couldn't help but smile at the innocence and naivety of his First Officer. He took the lube from Spock and opened it, squeezing some onto the Vulcan's long fingers, and the he dragged Spock into a kiss, guiding his hand down to his behind, hoping Spock would understand. He never anticipated just how long those fingers were. Jim moaned into his mouth and kissed him deeper, pulling him harder against him, and Jim didn't even feel Spock remove his fingers until he was pushing himself in.

"Fuck-" Jim managed, blinking in surprise as Spock used his hips to push Jim back onto the bed. "Oh-shit."

He could see Spock's arms trembling as he braced himself upright, their bodies melting each other from the hips down. Spock hooked one arm around Jim's left leg and thrust in deeper.

Jim hastily smothered his mouth with his hands to muffle the yell. He could feel Spock's control slipping at the back of his mind, but still the uncertainty. So, hesitantly he attempted to push the absolute ecstasy of the feeling of Spock inside him from his mind to Spock's.

Spock's grip on Jim's leg spasmed tightly. It hurt a little and he could see Spock looking guilty but hey, Jim had always been one for rough sex so he did it again. This time as the lust jolted through them both, Spock's eyes rolled back into his head slightly, the pace of his thrusts increasing. Jim wasn't even trying to keep quiet anymore.

He tilted back his head and sucked in a long deep shuddering breath, trying his best to hold on, but the past few weeks hadn't exactly been easy on him - hell the whole ship knew that - and before he could stop the inevitable, Jim climaxed loudly and messily over Spock's stomach. Spock halted his thrusting immediately and stared down at him, a curious expression on his face.

"F-fuck!" Jim grabbed his discarded captain's shirt and hid his face with it. "Fuck, fuck fuck!"

"Fascinating." Spock whispered, and then he shifted slightly as though to pull out.

The movement sent a jolt through Jim; his whole lower half felt incredibly sensitive now. "W-wait!" Jim grabbed hold of his arm.

Spock halted again and supported himself on one arm, using his other to gently slide the shirt off from Jim's face, and then he nuzzled his cheek and jaw affectionately. "You should not be embarrassed my T'hy'la." He whispered, turning his nuzzling into soft butterflies kisses. "It is still of an early hour, and I believe I know what I am doing now."

"...I'm usually very good at this." Jim huffed, "I wanted your first time to be amazing."

Spock was about to speak when Jim wrapped both of his legs around Spock's waist and rocked further down onto Spock. Spock's mouth opened into a small 'o'.

"I'm not finished with you yet," Jim managed to say...he was finding it harder and harder to stay coherent. Spock's eyes widened a fraction, "Don't you - dare - stop."

He sent the fantasies he had had of Spock through their mental connection - images of him bending Spock over his desk, of Spock on his knees in front of him, his mouth so warm and-

Spock's whole body shuddered and he started to thrust into him again, with long hard movement. He bent his head to Jim's ear as he felt the Captain growing hard between them again. "I believe I would not be opposed to acting out several of these fantasies." he whispered huskily. "In fact, I have a few of my own... Captain."

Jim's mind was suddenly bombarded with the image of Spock fully naked pressed up against the huge window on the bridge, Jim standing behind him pounding into him, on full display to the countless stars of space. Of Jim in his Captain's chair, with Spock knelt between his legs. Wrapped about each other in a private room in the medbay, while Bones roamed about outside the door, almost very nearly catching them.

Jim growled and hefted himself vaguely upright, reaching for the lube and coating his fingers in it.

"Jim-"

Jim curled his hand around the curve of Spock's amazing butt (and this position was awkward as hell but goddamn it he was going to make Spock have the orgasm of his life if it killed him) and pushed one finger inside.

Spock swore loudly in vulcan, jerking into Jim with such force that Jim nearly fell backward again. He hung on, refusing to let Spock win. Guess he didn't believe in no-win scenarios in the bedroom either.

There was a second jerk, then a third, and Spock released a strange strangled half-suppressed sound that could have resembled a groan. His whole body went rigid. His eyes were squeezed shut. Jim let a smug grin smother his face and removed his finger, sinking back down onto the bed. It was a long time before Spock looked at him, his eyes glazed over sleepily.

"Hey." Jim whispered softly, reaching up to run a clean finger over the Vulcan's cheek. "You going to lie down?"

Spock breathed in suddenly, as though he had been holding his breath. "I do not... believe I am... able to..." He panted.

Jim reached up and kissed him, and Spock finally relaxed enough to be able to pull himself away and flop down onto the bed beside him. Jim reached out and entwined his fingers with Spock's and they lay there together, panting and sweaty and utterly content.

"I think we have come to a solution that will solve both of your problems, Jim." Spock remarked, his voice still rather hoarse.

"Mmf." Jim replied.

"I love you, Jim."

"Nng." Jim's eyes were glazed over, "I know. I can...I can feel it. Hey, if we're bonded does that mean we are technically vulcan married or something?"

"Yes."

Jim grinned, "Awesome."

Spock could not help but agree with Jim's statement. Awesome indeed.