A Really Happy Ending
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trista_zevkiaTitle: A Really Happy Ending
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 2/2
Fandom: 2009 movie
Characters/Pairing: Jim/Spock
Trope: first time, matchmaker McCoy
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH knotting, group sex with aliens and capping.
Summary: There are weirder things out there then knotting. Trust Jim to find them, and expect Bones to fix it!
Disclaimer: All this happened, more or less
Author's Notes: For chimera-ally birthday. She likes it! She likes it, or at least the first half…
Chapter 1
Science was fascinating, even when it was just an excuse to read something the genius you were in love with wrote. Trouble was, it was really hard to focus with a wad of wax in his ass! Laying on his stomach made him burp bile. Laying on his side provided relief, in that he burped acid instead. Laying on his back made him feel the wax and imagine confused grey guy sperm hanging out there, drinking tiny glasses of moonshine. Jim felt like everything he ever ate was blocked at the main exit and trying to back out the entrance! The door chime had him bouncing to his bare feet even as he called out.
“Come! It’s about damn time…” Jim trailed of when the door didn’t show Bones.
“Dr. McCoy did not indicate the matter was urgent when he requested my presence.”
“Sorry, Spock. I thought you were him, and I didn’t know he called you. Um, why did he call you?”
“He would not specify, but seemed pleased about something.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Shall I locate him?”
“No, he’ll be here.” A sigh, and Jim realized Spock was still standing in the doorway. Jim stepped away from the door and gesture to the chessboard. “How about some chess while we wait?”
“That would be acceptable.” A small nod, and Spock moved to sit in his regular seat.
“Do you mind if I pace while we play?”
“Jim, do you, in fact, have ants in your pants?” Spock asked while setting up the board.
“What?”
“An expression my Mother used when I was young enough to have trouble meditating. It references the inability to sit still, as if you were fighting a colony of ants that had entered you trousers.”
“I’m familiar with it, just surprised.”
Spock looked up from the board to look too deeply into Jim’s soul for comfort. “You have been exhibiting symptoms of agitation since you returned from the planet.”
“I’m not agitated, just having trouble getting comfortable.”
“Are you injured?”
The door chime should have been a relief, a break in a disturbing conversation. Except Bones was on the other side, Bones ‘What’s Too Much Information?’ McCoy. This was proved when the door opened before Jim could get up the courage to admit him.
“Love that Medical Override.” Bones said as he walked in and set an old fashioned doctor’s bag in front of the computer monitor.
“Bones. Spock beat you here and was asking about my health.”
“Well, your digested food has nowhere to go, so if we don’t fix it you could die choking on your own shit, but other than that you’re fine.”
“Bones, all love and respect, but fix this or I’m beaming you into space.”
“That’s why I brought my little black bag of medical doodads.” Bones said, pointing to his bag.
“I’m feeling better already!”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, and my field of expertise. So knock it off.”
Jim held up a hand of surrender, and waited.
“That’s better.” Bones said before turning to Spock. “Our fearless leader, in his effort to die as sexily as possible, “
“Hey!” Jim’s protest was ignored by both scientists.
“Went and mixed his species. One stretched him while the other filled him with sperm and an organic wax sperm cap.”
“Similar to what some Earth species do to prevent other males from impregnating the female.”
“Which, apparently, Jim was the only one in this room who had never heard of that.”
Jim protested by letting his heavy head thunk against the wall behind him.
“As this is not a function of human anatomy,” Spock’s words made Jim perk up. Surely Spock wouldn’t blame him for what he didn’t know! “Jim lacks the proper enzymes to dissolve this substance.”
Jim decided slamming his head against the wall actually made him feel better.
“So I have to remove this cap, and here is where you should start paying attention Jim.” Bones turned to frown at his patient, as if the head slamming wasn’t proof that Jim was listening. “The skin stretched, the wax coated it and was allowed to dry on the stretched skin. When the knot was removed and you shrank, the wax didn’t let you shrink properly. Some parts of your skin closed over the thinner streaks of wax. Some parts didn’t shrink, and are being held open by wax. So all your parts down there are fucked up.”
“At least I don’t have to wade through the technical terms with you, Bones.”
“And I provide solutions to more problems than your physical health. I expect to be aptly rewarded, or else I use your name in the article.”
Jim tried it again and found the head slamming wasn’t working anymore, not with Spock sitting there.
“So you needed to be relaxed, gently stretched, and have the wax removed. I had to figure out how to do this with a grey carpet description and the tiny sample I could get without damaging you further.”
“I’ll get you a bottle of Scotty’s making if you don’t hurry up and get to the fixing me part of this!” Jim’s threat didn’t go over too well, as Bones kept talking.
“I had to explain the situation to Spock and let you know this wasn’t easy. I can take my solution and go, if you think you can do better. You know, before that whole drowning in your own shit thing.”
“I’m sorry. You’re a genius and I respect and love you.”
“Yeah, it’s who you love and won’t admit it to that got you in this mess.”
“Bones!” This protest wasn’t ignored, as Bones sent him a smug look.
“Gentlemen,” Spock interrupted, making Jim a little dizzy. Jim was supposed to break up fights between Spock and Bones, not Spock breaking up them! “Perhaps we should look to effecting the solution before fighting over the cause.”
“Right you are, and here are my solutions.” Bones took a moment to mess around in his bag before he walked over behind the monitor. Now both Jim and Spock could see him as he pulled things out of his bag. First was a surgical towel to lay things on.
“Option one. A muscle relaxer.” This came with a hypo to be laid on the towel. The next object was laid beside it. “Then stretching you with the anal speculum. And using this to heat up the wax enough to burn you.”
Jim really hoped Bones was joking about the curling iron.
“This will scrape off the wax, layer by layer.” The item Bones pulled out looked like a small dildo with lasers and a hundred tiny razor blades on mechanical arms. “If I go carefully, it’ll probably take ten hours to get down to the skin that closed around the wax.”
Jim’s ass was clenching in an effort to crush the wax and protect itself, but the wax was unyielding. Jim didn’t want to see the next thing that would be pulled from the bag and frantically tried to think of another solution.”
“Doctor,” hope flared, as Jim knew Spock was coming to his rescue. “I find this option to be troublesome.”
Jim looked closely, and thought Spock’s eyes were wide, as if he was worried about the objects that were supposed to be going inside his captain.
“You did label it option one, so may we hear option two?”
With a heavy sigh, Bones reached into his bag. He could have been searching for his next item, but Jim just knew Bones was drawing out the tension! At long last, Bones pulled his hand out of the bag and set a 12 oz jar on the towel.
“Bones!”
“Take it easy, let me explain what’s so bad about option two before you get all Kirky.”
“Kirky?” Both Spock and Jim asked, but Bones turned to Spock.
“Option two is where you come in, Mister Spock.”
“I thought I was here to be informed of the situation, so I would be ready to take command if needed.”
“Like I even think about that when I have a patient.” Bones paused to roll his eyes. “Spock, you know what happens when you mix baking soda and vinegar.”
“Yes, a common reaction when mixing acids and bases.”
“This is an acidic jell that needs to be applied to the wax, and then mixed with a base.”
“Which will break the bonds of the wax, allowing it to drain out of the Captain.”
“And in order for the jell to be applied it has to be formulated to not interact with Jim’s pH.”
“So you require an applicator with a different pH that will apply the jell on all available surfaces before injecting the base.”
“Right. And I could get Scotty to make something, or just use a tool that naturally does the same thing, like you.”
Jim almost protested Bones calling Spock a natural tool, but was distracted by the flash of green blood to the tips of Spock’s ears. Was Spock blushing? At what?
“It’ll take several applications since I couldn’t calibrate it exactly to your hybrid anatomy. But it’s up to you. Option one or option two?”
“It’s my ass, so isn’t it up to me?” Jim demanded, more to protect a blushing Spock than anything.
“Jim, if you could make a good decision about your ass, would we be here?”
“I was blind drunk on Scotty’s moonshine! Two shots and I couldn’t see, three shots and my brain abandoned ship just long enough to get me in this mess!”
“You didn’t tell me about the blindness!” Bones must have had the scanner up his sleeve, considering how fast he had it up to Jim’s head.
“It cleared up. Why is Scotty even still making that stuff?” More exasperated than questioning, Jim wanted to know why he thought it was a good idea to drink it.
“As second in command, it is my duty to put a stop to it.” Spock spoke from his seat, and Jim felt guilty for his earlier outburst. “However, during my attempts to locate the distillery, I found an anomaly I wished to investigate.”
“You were so curious about something you let Scotty break regulations?”
“It would seem the engines are more efficient while Mr. Scott’s still is running.”
“More efficient?”
“By 9.48%.”
“Ten percent more efficient while he’s diverting resources?” Jim considered that an anomaly worth keeping. “Alright, we’ll just have to find another use for it than drinking.”
“A highly logical solution.”
“When you two are ready, Jim’s ass is a waiting.”
“I took your continued presence to indicate that there was more for you to do.” Spock politely telling Bones to get out and bringing Jim back to this confusing situation.
“I’m the genius who came up with this, and doctor to you both. I get to watch.”
“Watch what?”
“Jim, Vulcan body’s have a higher pH then humans.” Spock’s ears were now entirely green, but he pressed on. “McCoy wants to use my ejaculate to activate the enzymes in the jell compound.”
Jim blushed, knowing he heard that wrong, his gutter dwelling brain telling him what he wanted to hear.
“Bareback anal sex, Jim.” Bones added, just in case there was any confusion still.
“I have never needed to sit down more in my life.” Jim muttered as his knees trembled under him. “Wait! Spock, you agreed to that?”
The green blush spread from his ears to the sides of his head. “It is the most efficient solution.”
“Bones, you’re not observing this procedure.” Jim was surprised at the command, spoken before he could even tell himself not to blow this chance.
“Come on Jim, us perverts have to stick together.”
“Get out or I’ll lock you in the brig until we’re done.”
“Fine, see if I ever help again.” Bones muttered as he thrust instruments into the bag, grabbing the acid jell to shove it into Spock’s hand. “Make Jim sit up for at least twenty minutes between applications, for drainage.”
Bones stomped out and Jim locked the door. But then he was alone with Spock, and expected to have sex with him! And yes, Jim had wanted this opportunity for so long the ache was a permanent part of him, but to do it as a medical procedure? To make the healing power of cock part of the medical literature? No. Jim wouldn’t use Spock. He’s use one of the toys under his bed and alter the chemical compound of the jell. Decided, firm in his resolve, Jim turned to share it with Spock.
A barefoot Spock who was folding his tunic, in his black undershirt and black pants. A heavy swallow and Jim started to speak, but Spock pulled off the black undershirt. Jim pulled off both his shirts in one yank and reached for his pants. By the time Spock’s underwear showed up, Jim was naked and not going to pass up this opportunity. As Spock reached for his underwear, Jim made a note to find out what species he’d been with; in case he ever needed this treatment again he could find the disease.
Spock kept his back to Jim as he folded his underwear and picked up the jar again. Spock stared at it, as if hoping for instructions.
“Sit on the bed, let me help you with that.” Jim couldn’t decide if it was a command or a request, but Spock obeyed. Jim sat facing him but with his right knee bent in front of him. He was hoping Spock would think his dick was resting on his leg, not half hard already from the sight of Spock’s naked backside.
“Acidic lube, that’s a new one on me. Hope it works the same, coat the fingers use them to stretch me.” Actions matched words, as Jim warmed the jell in his hands before spreading it down Spock’s long fingers. Jim was trying not to babble, but he was also trying not to stare at Spock’s double ridged cock as he did so. The babbling was much less important, but Jim couldn’t stop either one.
“I understand the mechanics, so you do not need to fear for your safety.”
“Please, you and Bones do all the worrying about my safety. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, as I’m about to touch your penis. This is way beyond the call of duty, you know.”
“I am aware,” Spock probably meant to say more than that, but Jim started lubing his cock.
In the silence Jim looked up, only to have to look back down to follow Spock’s line of sight. He was watching Jim’s growing desire, eyes sharp and focused. Jim went back to watching Spock harden, kept stroking Spock long after the medicine was applied.
“Jim, perhaps you should choose which position you would prefer?” Spock’s voice had a new resonance to it, one that shot daggers of lust into Jim’s groin.
“I like it face to face, but these guys were behind me.” Jim really hoped Spock didn’t ask why he wasn’t doing it his preferred way. If Spock’s opinion of Jim could get any lower, a full description of that night would do it!
“We should begin with me behind you then.”
It was logical, but Jim used the action to hide his disappointment. He wanted to see Spock do this to him! Jim snagged a pillow and used it to get his hips tilted, hiking his ass up for Spock to access. A finger touched him, and found only tight butt muscles.
“Jim you are too tense for this to work without further injury.”
“Pardon me for not being as big a slut as everyone thinks I am!”
“Your promiscuity does not define you.” Spock let his fingers drift over Jim’s ass and thighs, raising gooseflesh.
“You don’t think I’m a slut?”
“Quite the contrary. I believe you have made your biology a source of pleasure that is only given expression when it is safe to do so. Never has your pleasure interfered with the running of the ship.” Spock’s hand drifted between Jim’s legs, finding his balls. Spock rubbed there for a while, before reaching for Jim’s cock.
Jim leaked pre-cum from the first touch, but Spock didn’t stop there.
He stroked the cock from base to tip, let go completely, only to fondle the balls and repeat. Jim relaxed so much, he forgot about his ass until a second finger made itself known. As those fingers scissored, Spock kept stroking Jim’s cock. Spock had long fingers, and Jim knew they weren’t as deep as they could be, so he tried to push back. Spock stopped stroking his cock to hold Jim on his pillow. The fingers in Jim crooked to stroke his prostate, and Jim relaxed, opening more to invite Spock in. He got a third finger and the other hand back on his cock and balls. His cock started to hurt, needing a final push, forcing his mouth to function.
“Please Spock, I’m ready for you!”
The fingers left, but Jim was pulled up to sit in Spock’s lap, pulled up to feel those ridges slide in. Both rubbed that bundle of nerves and Jim came, clenching on Spock inside him. Jim floated back down, trying to make the post orgasm bliss last as long as possible. Jim came every time he had sex, but had found very few partners who could make him finish this hard, make him feel this good. Though none of them had left fizzing liquids in him.
Jim reached for his ass to get a sample of the fluid and encountered Spock’s thigh instead. Jim let both of his hands rub those thighs.
“The bubbling sensation is baking soda and vinegar effect McCoy was talking about, not a product of my making.”
“Good to know.” Spock’s voice whispering in his ear, Spock’s strong body holding him up. “Not that it’s bad, just doesn’t do much for me.”
“Understandable.”
“Lay down with me?”
“Doctors orders are to remain upright for twenty minutes.”
“Wanted to watch, but after seeing that he’d want to join in.”
“If McCoy was interested in your anatomy, he would have found a way to apply the medicine himself.”
“True, he is smarter than he acts.” Jim started to chuckle, but in a flash of understanding he knew every step of McCoy’s plan. Jim was up and pacing in an instant. “That son of a bitch! Can you believe him? Of course he could come up with a better solution; all that option one stuff was just to make this sound reasonable, all of it to trick me in to admitting I love you!”
“Is that the truth?”
“I know it is, part of his ‘shit or get off the pot’ philosophy. Wouldn’t let me make myself worthy of you and find my own way to tell you. No, not Bones ‘I know best for the entire universe’ McCoy!” When Jim turned at the end of his room, Spock was blocking his path. Jim vented his anger while pointing a finger at Spock. “He knows I behave better when I’m trying to impress you, so he wants us to get together!”
“Why do you feel you need to further impress me?”
Only the last bit of that sentence penetrated Jim’s anger, but it was enough. “Further impress you?”
“You are a very impressive individual.”
“How impressive?”
“Impressive enough that I hope McCoy was correct in his assessment of your feelings.”
“That is significant…” Jim trailed off. “You mean about the being in love with you part?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
Spock leaned in to kiss Jim, pulling their bodies together, letting Jim feel him harden. Jim leaned against the wall and hooked his leg around Spock’s lean waist. Spock seemed to know what to do, hands finding Jim’s ass and starting to fit them together, but stopped and stepped back.
“Spock?” Jim hated how pathetic he sounded, but cheered up when he saw Spock grabbing the lube. “Forget that, I’m still loose.”
“The wax prevents me from fully penetrating you.”
“Then pile it on and get back here!”
Spock did as commanded, not wasting time on words, but Jim moved back to the bed. Jim was still loose enough to slide into, until Spock was stopped by the wax cap. The frustrated growl made Jim fully hard as he hugged Spock’s chest to his. Then it was rubbing, grinding, kissing, until Spock medicated Jim again.
Jim road his orgasm until he was aware of being in Spock’s lap again. Sideways this time, head to Spock’s chest, Spock’s cock resting on Jim’s thigh. It was hard to focus, but that cock was worth the effort! Long, thick, extra veins Jim couldn’t wait to play with and moving sideways. Wait, moving sideways?
“Spock, is your penis moving, sideways perhaps?”
“It is simply seeking the moisture of you ejaculate. The head will absorb it, so the moisture is not lost.”
“You’re not making it do that?”
“Not consciously, but I can make it stop if it bothers you.”
“It bothers me that I find it hot. Might be something wrong with me after all.”
“Told him he was a pervert, but don’t listen to me.”
Both Spock and Jim had frozen at the noise, but as the muttering continued they stood to look for the source.
“I’m only a country doctor, what could I possibly know about reproduction.”
Spock sat at Jim’s computer desk, and Jim saw a mental image of Bones digging in his black bag, the one he’d set in front of the monitor.
“Computer, reset monitor to factory settings.” The computer responded, brightening the screen to show pasty white legs resting on a desk, under Bones’ startled face.
Moving his legs, Bones plastered a grin on his face. “Jim, Spock! Why are you calling so late?”
“Bones, you turned down the display on my monitor so I wouldn’t know it was on. Don’t lie to us.”
“Well you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t bumped the mute button. Plus, I wouldn’t have had to if you’d let me watch!”
“I’d rather you found something else to jack off to!” Jim’s statement was punctuated by a loud, long fart. Jim covered his face with his hands before it was done, and wondered if he could really die of embarrassment.
“So I take it my treatment is working.” Jim didn’t need to move his hands to know Bones was smirking. “So, Spock. Are a matter of scientific inquiry, can I see your cock seek fluids?”
“No.” Spock said in an emotionless voice, and shut off the monitor before Bones could protest. Then his hands were caressing Jim, inviting Jim to caress him back. Jim did, but also buried his face in Spock’s neck.
“I’m sorry, I wanted our first time to be special.”
“The beginning does not necessarily establish the ending.”
“So we can have a happy ending?”
“Not if we never let our love affair end.”
“Spock, that is indeed, the most logical way to a really happy ending.” Jim uncurled, and pulled Spock into a kiss. “Best birthday ever!”
“Yet, Jim. Best birthday yet.”
Author: Trista_zevkia
Chapter: 2/2
Fandom: 2009 movie
Characters/Pairing: Jim/Spock
Trope: first time, matchmaker McCoy
Rating: PG-17
Warnings: SLASH knotting, group sex with aliens and capping.
Summary: There are weirder things out there then knotting. Trust Jim to find them, and expect Bones to fix it!
Disclaimer: All this happened, more or less
Author's Notes: For chimera-ally birthday. She likes it! She likes it, or at least the first half…
Chapter 1
Science was fascinating, even when it was just an excuse to read something the genius you were in love with wrote. Trouble was, it was really hard to focus with a wad of wax in his ass! Laying on his stomach made him burp bile. Laying on his side provided relief, in that he burped acid instead. Laying on his back made him feel the wax and imagine confused grey guy sperm hanging out there, drinking tiny glasses of moonshine. Jim felt like everything he ever ate was blocked at the main exit and trying to back out the entrance! The door chime had him bouncing to his bare feet even as he called out.
“Come! It’s about damn time…” Jim trailed of when the door didn’t show Bones.
“Dr. McCoy did not indicate the matter was urgent when he requested my presence.”
“Sorry, Spock. I thought you were him, and I didn’t know he called you. Um, why did he call you?”
“He would not specify, but seemed pleased about something.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Shall I locate him?”
“No, he’ll be here.” A sigh, and Jim realized Spock was still standing in the doorway. Jim stepped away from the door and gesture to the chessboard. “How about some chess while we wait?”
“That would be acceptable.” A small nod, and Spock moved to sit in his regular seat.
“Do you mind if I pace while we play?”
“Jim, do you, in fact, have ants in your pants?” Spock asked while setting up the board.
“What?”
“An expression my Mother used when I was young enough to have trouble meditating. It references the inability to sit still, as if you were fighting a colony of ants that had entered you trousers.”
“I’m familiar with it, just surprised.”
Spock looked up from the board to look too deeply into Jim’s soul for comfort. “You have been exhibiting symptoms of agitation since you returned from the planet.”
“I’m not agitated, just having trouble getting comfortable.”
“Are you injured?”
The door chime should have been a relief, a break in a disturbing conversation. Except Bones was on the other side, Bones ‘What’s Too Much Information?’ McCoy. This was proved when the door opened before Jim could get up the courage to admit him.
“Love that Medical Override.” Bones said as he walked in and set an old fashioned doctor’s bag in front of the computer monitor.
“Bones. Spock beat you here and was asking about my health.”
“Well, your digested food has nowhere to go, so if we don’t fix it you could die choking on your own shit, but other than that you’re fine.”
“Bones, all love and respect, but fix this or I’m beaming you into space.”
“That’s why I brought my little black bag of medical doodads.” Bones said, pointing to his bag.
“I’m feeling better already!”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, and my field of expertise. So knock it off.”
Jim held up a hand of surrender, and waited.
“That’s better.” Bones said before turning to Spock. “Our fearless leader, in his effort to die as sexily as possible, “
“Hey!” Jim’s protest was ignored by both scientists.
“Went and mixed his species. One stretched him while the other filled him with sperm and an organic wax sperm cap.”
“Similar to what some Earth species do to prevent other males from impregnating the female.”
“Which, apparently, Jim was the only one in this room who had never heard of that.”
Jim protested by letting his heavy head thunk against the wall behind him.
“As this is not a function of human anatomy,” Spock’s words made Jim perk up. Surely Spock wouldn’t blame him for what he didn’t know! “Jim lacks the proper enzymes to dissolve this substance.”
Jim decided slamming his head against the wall actually made him feel better.
“So I have to remove this cap, and here is where you should start paying attention Jim.” Bones turned to frown at his patient, as if the head slamming wasn’t proof that Jim was listening. “The skin stretched, the wax coated it and was allowed to dry on the stretched skin. When the knot was removed and you shrank, the wax didn’t let you shrink properly. Some parts of your skin closed over the thinner streaks of wax. Some parts didn’t shrink, and are being held open by wax. So all your parts down there are fucked up.”
“At least I don’t have to wade through the technical terms with you, Bones.”
“And I provide solutions to more problems than your physical health. I expect to be aptly rewarded, or else I use your name in the article.”
Jim tried it again and found the head slamming wasn’t working anymore, not with Spock sitting there.
“So you needed to be relaxed, gently stretched, and have the wax removed. I had to figure out how to do this with a grey carpet description and the tiny sample I could get without damaging you further.”
“I’ll get you a bottle of Scotty’s making if you don’t hurry up and get to the fixing me part of this!” Jim’s threat didn’t go over too well, as Bones kept talking.
“I had to explain the situation to Spock and let you know this wasn’t easy. I can take my solution and go, if you think you can do better. You know, before that whole drowning in your own shit thing.”
“I’m sorry. You’re a genius and I respect and love you.”
“Yeah, it’s who you love and won’t admit it to that got you in this mess.”
“Bones!” This protest wasn’t ignored, as Bones sent him a smug look.
“Gentlemen,” Spock interrupted, making Jim a little dizzy. Jim was supposed to break up fights between Spock and Bones, not Spock breaking up them! “Perhaps we should look to effecting the solution before fighting over the cause.”
“Right you are, and here are my solutions.” Bones took a moment to mess around in his bag before he walked over behind the monitor. Now both Jim and Spock could see him as he pulled things out of his bag. First was a surgical towel to lay things on.
“Option one. A muscle relaxer.” This came with a hypo to be laid on the towel. The next object was laid beside it. “Then stretching you with the anal speculum. And using this to heat up the wax enough to burn you.”
Jim really hoped Bones was joking about the curling iron.
“This will scrape off the wax, layer by layer.” The item Bones pulled out looked like a small dildo with lasers and a hundred tiny razor blades on mechanical arms. “If I go carefully, it’ll probably take ten hours to get down to the skin that closed around the wax.”
Jim’s ass was clenching in an effort to crush the wax and protect itself, but the wax was unyielding. Jim didn’t want to see the next thing that would be pulled from the bag and frantically tried to think of another solution.”
“Doctor,” hope flared, as Jim knew Spock was coming to his rescue. “I find this option to be troublesome.”
Jim looked closely, and thought Spock’s eyes were wide, as if he was worried about the objects that were supposed to be going inside his captain.
“You did label it option one, so may we hear option two?”
With a heavy sigh, Bones reached into his bag. He could have been searching for his next item, but Jim just knew Bones was drawing out the tension! At long last, Bones pulled his hand out of the bag and set a 12 oz jar on the towel.
“Bones!”
“Take it easy, let me explain what’s so bad about option two before you get all Kirky.”
“Kirky?” Both Spock and Jim asked, but Bones turned to Spock.
“Option two is where you come in, Mister Spock.”
“I thought I was here to be informed of the situation, so I would be ready to take command if needed.”
“Like I even think about that when I have a patient.” Bones paused to roll his eyes. “Spock, you know what happens when you mix baking soda and vinegar.”
“Yes, a common reaction when mixing acids and bases.”
“This is an acidic jell that needs to be applied to the wax, and then mixed with a base.”
“Which will break the bonds of the wax, allowing it to drain out of the Captain.”
“And in order for the jell to be applied it has to be formulated to not interact with Jim’s pH.”
“So you require an applicator with a different pH that will apply the jell on all available surfaces before injecting the base.”
“Right. And I could get Scotty to make something, or just use a tool that naturally does the same thing, like you.”
Jim almost protested Bones calling Spock a natural tool, but was distracted by the flash of green blood to the tips of Spock’s ears. Was Spock blushing? At what?
“It’ll take several applications since I couldn’t calibrate it exactly to your hybrid anatomy. But it’s up to you. Option one or option two?”
“It’s my ass, so isn’t it up to me?” Jim demanded, more to protect a blushing Spock than anything.
“Jim, if you could make a good decision about your ass, would we be here?”
“I was blind drunk on Scotty’s moonshine! Two shots and I couldn’t see, three shots and my brain abandoned ship just long enough to get me in this mess!”
“You didn’t tell me about the blindness!” Bones must have had the scanner up his sleeve, considering how fast he had it up to Jim’s head.
“It cleared up. Why is Scotty even still making that stuff?” More exasperated than questioning, Jim wanted to know why he thought it was a good idea to drink it.
“As second in command, it is my duty to put a stop to it.” Spock spoke from his seat, and Jim felt guilty for his earlier outburst. “However, during my attempts to locate the distillery, I found an anomaly I wished to investigate.”
“You were so curious about something you let Scotty break regulations?”
“It would seem the engines are more efficient while Mr. Scott’s still is running.”
“More efficient?”
“By 9.48%.”
“Ten percent more efficient while he’s diverting resources?” Jim considered that an anomaly worth keeping. “Alright, we’ll just have to find another use for it than drinking.”
“A highly logical solution.”
“When you two are ready, Jim’s ass is a waiting.”
“I took your continued presence to indicate that there was more for you to do.” Spock politely telling Bones to get out and bringing Jim back to this confusing situation.
“I’m the genius who came up with this, and doctor to you both. I get to watch.”
“Watch what?”
“Jim, Vulcan body’s have a higher pH then humans.” Spock’s ears were now entirely green, but he pressed on. “McCoy wants to use my ejaculate to activate the enzymes in the jell compound.”
Jim blushed, knowing he heard that wrong, his gutter dwelling brain telling him what he wanted to hear.
“Bareback anal sex, Jim.” Bones added, just in case there was any confusion still.
“I have never needed to sit down more in my life.” Jim muttered as his knees trembled under him. “Wait! Spock, you agreed to that?”
The green blush spread from his ears to the sides of his head. “It is the most efficient solution.”
“Bones, you’re not observing this procedure.” Jim was surprised at the command, spoken before he could even tell himself not to blow this chance.
“Come on Jim, us perverts have to stick together.”
“Get out or I’ll lock you in the brig until we’re done.”
“Fine, see if I ever help again.” Bones muttered as he thrust instruments into the bag, grabbing the acid jell to shove it into Spock’s hand. “Make Jim sit up for at least twenty minutes between applications, for drainage.”
Bones stomped out and Jim locked the door. But then he was alone with Spock, and expected to have sex with him! And yes, Jim had wanted this opportunity for so long the ache was a permanent part of him, but to do it as a medical procedure? To make the healing power of cock part of the medical literature? No. Jim wouldn’t use Spock. He’s use one of the toys under his bed and alter the chemical compound of the jell. Decided, firm in his resolve, Jim turned to share it with Spock.
A barefoot Spock who was folding his tunic, in his black undershirt and black pants. A heavy swallow and Jim started to speak, but Spock pulled off the black undershirt. Jim pulled off both his shirts in one yank and reached for his pants. By the time Spock’s underwear showed up, Jim was naked and not going to pass up this opportunity. As Spock reached for his underwear, Jim made a note to find out what species he’d been with; in case he ever needed this treatment again he could find the disease.
Spock kept his back to Jim as he folded his underwear and picked up the jar again. Spock stared at it, as if hoping for instructions.
“Sit on the bed, let me help you with that.” Jim couldn’t decide if it was a command or a request, but Spock obeyed. Jim sat facing him but with his right knee bent in front of him. He was hoping Spock would think his dick was resting on his leg, not half hard already from the sight of Spock’s naked backside.
“Acidic lube, that’s a new one on me. Hope it works the same, coat the fingers use them to stretch me.” Actions matched words, as Jim warmed the jell in his hands before spreading it down Spock’s long fingers. Jim was trying not to babble, but he was also trying not to stare at Spock’s double ridged cock as he did so. The babbling was much less important, but Jim couldn’t stop either one.
“I understand the mechanics, so you do not need to fear for your safety.”
“Please, you and Bones do all the worrying about my safety. I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable, as I’m about to touch your penis. This is way beyond the call of duty, you know.”
“I am aware,” Spock probably meant to say more than that, but Jim started lubing his cock.
In the silence Jim looked up, only to have to look back down to follow Spock’s line of sight. He was watching Jim’s growing desire, eyes sharp and focused. Jim went back to watching Spock harden, kept stroking Spock long after the medicine was applied.
“Jim, perhaps you should choose which position you would prefer?” Spock’s voice had a new resonance to it, one that shot daggers of lust into Jim’s groin.
“I like it face to face, but these guys were behind me.” Jim really hoped Spock didn’t ask why he wasn’t doing it his preferred way. If Spock’s opinion of Jim could get any lower, a full description of that night would do it!
“We should begin with me behind you then.”
It was logical, but Jim used the action to hide his disappointment. He wanted to see Spock do this to him! Jim snagged a pillow and used it to get his hips tilted, hiking his ass up for Spock to access. A finger touched him, and found only tight butt muscles.
“Jim you are too tense for this to work without further injury.”
“Pardon me for not being as big a slut as everyone thinks I am!”
“Your promiscuity does not define you.” Spock let his fingers drift over Jim’s ass and thighs, raising gooseflesh.
“You don’t think I’m a slut?”
“Quite the contrary. I believe you have made your biology a source of pleasure that is only given expression when it is safe to do so. Never has your pleasure interfered with the running of the ship.” Spock’s hand drifted between Jim’s legs, finding his balls. Spock rubbed there for a while, before reaching for Jim’s cock.
Jim leaked pre-cum from the first touch, but Spock didn’t stop there.
He stroked the cock from base to tip, let go completely, only to fondle the balls and repeat. Jim relaxed so much, he forgot about his ass until a second finger made itself known. As those fingers scissored, Spock kept stroking Jim’s cock. Spock had long fingers, and Jim knew they weren’t as deep as they could be, so he tried to push back. Spock stopped stroking his cock to hold Jim on his pillow. The fingers in Jim crooked to stroke his prostate, and Jim relaxed, opening more to invite Spock in. He got a third finger and the other hand back on his cock and balls. His cock started to hurt, needing a final push, forcing his mouth to function.
“Please Spock, I’m ready for you!”
The fingers left, but Jim was pulled up to sit in Spock’s lap, pulled up to feel those ridges slide in. Both rubbed that bundle of nerves and Jim came, clenching on Spock inside him. Jim floated back down, trying to make the post orgasm bliss last as long as possible. Jim came every time he had sex, but had found very few partners who could make him finish this hard, make him feel this good. Though none of them had left fizzing liquids in him.
Jim reached for his ass to get a sample of the fluid and encountered Spock’s thigh instead. Jim let both of his hands rub those thighs.
“The bubbling sensation is baking soda and vinegar effect McCoy was talking about, not a product of my making.”
“Good to know.” Spock’s voice whispering in his ear, Spock’s strong body holding him up. “Not that it’s bad, just doesn’t do much for me.”
“Understandable.”
“Lay down with me?”
“Doctors orders are to remain upright for twenty minutes.”
“Wanted to watch, but after seeing that he’d want to join in.”
“If McCoy was interested in your anatomy, he would have found a way to apply the medicine himself.”
“True, he is smarter than he acts.” Jim started to chuckle, but in a flash of understanding he knew every step of McCoy’s plan. Jim was up and pacing in an instant. “That son of a bitch! Can you believe him? Of course he could come up with a better solution; all that option one stuff was just to make this sound reasonable, all of it to trick me in to admitting I love you!”
“Is that the truth?”
“I know it is, part of his ‘shit or get off the pot’ philosophy. Wouldn’t let me make myself worthy of you and find my own way to tell you. No, not Bones ‘I know best for the entire universe’ McCoy!” When Jim turned at the end of his room, Spock was blocking his path. Jim vented his anger while pointing a finger at Spock. “He knows I behave better when I’m trying to impress you, so he wants us to get together!”
“Why do you feel you need to further impress me?”
Only the last bit of that sentence penetrated Jim’s anger, but it was enough. “Further impress you?”
“You are a very impressive individual.”
“How impressive?”
“Impressive enough that I hope McCoy was correct in his assessment of your feelings.”
“That is significant…” Jim trailed off. “You mean about the being in love with you part?”
“Yes.”
“Yes.”
Spock leaned in to kiss Jim, pulling their bodies together, letting Jim feel him harden. Jim leaned against the wall and hooked his leg around Spock’s lean waist. Spock seemed to know what to do, hands finding Jim’s ass and starting to fit them together, but stopped and stepped back.
“Spock?” Jim hated how pathetic he sounded, but cheered up when he saw Spock grabbing the lube. “Forget that, I’m still loose.”
“The wax prevents me from fully penetrating you.”
“Then pile it on and get back here!”
Spock did as commanded, not wasting time on words, but Jim moved back to the bed. Jim was still loose enough to slide into, until Spock was stopped by the wax cap. The frustrated growl made Jim fully hard as he hugged Spock’s chest to his. Then it was rubbing, grinding, kissing, until Spock medicated Jim again.
Jim road his orgasm until he was aware of being in Spock’s lap again. Sideways this time, head to Spock’s chest, Spock’s cock resting on Jim’s thigh. It was hard to focus, but that cock was worth the effort! Long, thick, extra veins Jim couldn’t wait to play with and moving sideways. Wait, moving sideways?
“Spock, is your penis moving, sideways perhaps?”
“It is simply seeking the moisture of you ejaculate. The head will absorb it, so the moisture is not lost.”
“You’re not making it do that?”
“Not consciously, but I can make it stop if it bothers you.”
“It bothers me that I find it hot. Might be something wrong with me after all.”
“Told him he was a pervert, but don’t listen to me.”
Both Spock and Jim had frozen at the noise, but as the muttering continued they stood to look for the source.
“I’m only a country doctor, what could I possibly know about reproduction.”
Spock sat at Jim’s computer desk, and Jim saw a mental image of Bones digging in his black bag, the one he’d set in front of the monitor.
“Computer, reset monitor to factory settings.” The computer responded, brightening the screen to show pasty white legs resting on a desk, under Bones’ startled face.
Moving his legs, Bones plastered a grin on his face. “Jim, Spock! Why are you calling so late?”
“Bones, you turned down the display on my monitor so I wouldn’t know it was on. Don’t lie to us.”
“Well you wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t bumped the mute button. Plus, I wouldn’t have had to if you’d let me watch!”
“I’d rather you found something else to jack off to!” Jim’s statement was punctuated by a loud, long fart. Jim covered his face with his hands before it was done, and wondered if he could really die of embarrassment.
“So I take it my treatment is working.” Jim didn’t need to move his hands to know Bones was smirking. “So, Spock. Are a matter of scientific inquiry, can I see your cock seek fluids?”
“No.” Spock said in an emotionless voice, and shut off the monitor before Bones could protest. Then his hands were caressing Jim, inviting Jim to caress him back. Jim did, but also buried his face in Spock’s neck.
“I’m sorry, I wanted our first time to be special.”
“The beginning does not necessarily establish the ending.”
“So we can have a happy ending?”
“Not if we never let our love affair end.”
“Spock, that is indeed, the most logical way to a really happy ending.” Jim uncurled, and pulled Spock into a kiss. “Best birthday ever!”
“Yet, Jim. Best birthday yet.”
