Title: Chocolate Swirl Ice Cream
Author: Istannor  
Series: TOS
Part: 1/1
Rating: PG. 13
Codes: Kirk/spoon
Summary: The Captain decides that ice cream is good but I
scream is better. Set after the  episode Where no man has
gone before. Also set after the Black Rhino's horn written
by  the same author, me.

Disclaimer: These are the characters of Paramount and
Viacom, they own them I only check "em out from the library.
I promise to bring "em back later tonight. Nah, make 
that in the morning.




Chocolate Swirl Ice Cream

The First annual Enterprise ice cream social was roaring
along. The crew lapped at macadamia nuts, coated in
chocolate. They nibbled at Altairan passion bursts that
popped in their mouths with a shock of citrus and something
totally indescribable. They dipped tangerines and lush
Peruvian Strawberries. Laced and dripping on it all was ice
cream. Glorious, rich, sinful, luscious ice cream sat on every
spoon and melted in every mouth. They groaned and
chuckled,  giggled and sighed with the indulgence as they
each tasted from as many vats as they could.

Dr. Piper had decided that the crew needed this. More
importantly he had decided that his young Captain needed
this. Kirk's leave on Wrigley's Pleasure planet, had not
seemed to help at all. There had been nothing wrong with his
professional performance. The man was a magician. The
Enterprise was already  taking on a reputation that would
surpass its former glory. They were becoming invincible.

Kirk's mind was a lightening storm: it flared and struck
without warning. Regardless of how brilliantly he performed,
he remained aloof and distant from them all. Sheltered in a
small world he had built and maintained on his own. Piper
had watched sadly as Kirk's natural sense of joy and
playfulness had receded into the background. He looked into
the face of a man who was deadly to his enemies and alone,
without friends. At the start of his command, Kirk  had woven
a spell around the entire crew: even the Vulcan had begun to
succumb. The spell had been slowly drawing the wary
Science Officer out of his shell and into Kirk's warmth and
acceptance. That had halted abruptly at Gary's death, a
victim of maturation arrest.

Piper decided it was time to force the issue. He did not want
this Captain to become the tired lonely man that Pike had
been in his later years. He wanted Kirk to maintain the inner
glow that drew them all to him. He'd make sure that never
happened; even if he had to beat the boy into happiness. At
least his replacement would help; not hinder, the plan. Piper
was due to retire and he had demanded that Starfleet have
Leonard McCoy be his replacement. Kirk knew him slightly
and liked him, but more importantly, Piper knew McCoy.

Leonard was a cantankerous, argumentative buzzard with a
heart of gold and a tongue that drew blood. Just what the
doctor ordered. His extra twelve years on Kirk would help
settle the young man. Kirk also would respect Lenny's
truthfulness and medical skills. McCoy was an exquisite
surgeon and Piper suspected that Kirk was going to need
those skills repeatedly over the next few years. It was obvious
that Kirk had a block against risking his crew when he could
risk himself. Maybe Spock would be able to break him of that
one day.

Piper felt suddenly exhausted. He wished he had enough left
to stick with Kirk. He knew the Enterprise was about to be in
for a hell of a ride, but he was as old as he felt. Gallivanting
around among the Stars was a pursuit for the young, as he
had said to Kirk recently.

Piper sighed and looked up to find where his Captain had
run off to. He spotted him seated over in a corner, propped
against the wall, beside a table holding bowl of his favorite
Chocolate Swirl Ice Cream. He was alone. The young man
was dressed in his off-duty clothes. He wore a pair of
threadbare jeans and a silky translucent sleeveless tee- shirt
that pulled across his chest and flat stomach as he sat.. His
face had a slight smile that did not reach his eyes. Kirk
watched the room like a computer scanner, taking it all in;
missing none of the crew dynamics.

Piper continued to scan the room himself and found his eyes
resting on Lt. Uhura next. Strangely enough when he followed
her gaze it was pegged on Kirk. He must have missed
something. He could have sworn that they never restarted
their aborted romance of years past. That bore watching and
He would have to warn McCoy, too. He continued to scan
until he saw Spock. The Vulcan was seated at a table with
some of his science lab staff in the midst of a discussion.
Esoteric no doubt, and too confusing for Piper to follow. As
Piper started to look away he noted a movement from the
Vulcan. His head turned and lingered long on his Captain.
The water gets deeper and deeper, thought Piper.

Piper's eyes returned to Kirk. Kirk had bent to pick up the
spoon from the table and dip it in the ice cream. Slowly, he
brought it to his mouth. The spoon went in; he turned it slowly,
and pulled it out just as slowly. There was still some ice
cream on the spoon. At the last moment his tongue stuck out
to draw down the spoon on it's underside. He rubbed the
spoon with its rich cream over his tongue, once, twice, three
times, before he stuck it back into his mouth to suck off the
remainder of the chocolate swirl. He pushed his tongue, and
slowly rimmed his mouth.

Piper turned and found that both Uhura and Spock were
riveted. Kirk leaned back in his solitude and closed his eyes.
His hand reached unerringly for the bowl and he spooned up
yet another dollop. This time he tilted  his head back slightly
and dipped the spoon into his mouth only to draw it back out,
again and again, in painful, slow motion. A very slight smile
teased at his mouth. Spock blinked once, twice, his
conversation was forgotten. Uhura moved in her seat slightly
and licked her spoon that had begun to drip into her lap.

The young Captain leaned back slightly and shifted in the
chair. His legs fell open loosely in front of him. The jeans had
a small black patch visible on the left inner seam that
stretched against his muscular thigh and another mound that
bulged against the straining fabric. He rocked his legs
together and apart loosely in a slow easy rhythm. He took
another spoonful. This time his tongue flicked out to tease the
cream on its way to its final destination. Just the tip twitched
up and down, gently, quickly, then slowly. The cream
disappeared into his mouth bit by bit.

Kirk reached for yet another spoonful . He pushed his tongue
out and circled the spoon gently, ever so softly before he put
it in his mouth and sucked it as it moved in and out, in and
out. The spoon went for the next trip. On its way up two large
dollops fell onto the front of Kirk's pants. He looked down with
a faint smile. He inched his hand down his broad chest  to his
lap and put his finger into the cream to wipe it up. He brought
the cream covered digit to his mouth and licked it, from
bottom to tip, in the front, on the right side, on the left side,
and the back. The finger dipped into his mouth and he
sucked it clean, slowly and thoroughly. He sucked it in and
released it out and sucked it in again, until it was sparkling
clean. He then turned to the spoon and sucked it into his
mouth, closing his eyes as he did so.

Piper turned around the room. He found more than a few of
the eyes were no longer on their bowls. Kirk had captured the
room. If he kept this up he was going to get raped during an
Ice Cream social. He turned to the Vulcan. One look at him
told him that it was time to stop Kirk now before several
people embarrassed themselves. Oblivious to it all, at least
Piper hoped he was, Kirk floated another spoonful to his
mouth. Just before the spoon reached its goal, it stopped
abruptly. Piper was almost sure he heard someone moan.
Then, Kirk relented and took his secret watchers into his
mouth with him, and out ,and in, and out.

Damn, thought Piper, this has got to stop. He got up and sat
down next to Kirk with a great clatter. The Captain slowly
opened his eyes and smiled a languid hooded smile that
made Piper flinch momentarily. "Yes Doctor?"

Piper was at a embarrassed. He wasn't sure what to say. He
couldn't say, Please Captain stop eating your chocolate swirl
ice cream before you make your first officer, your
communications chief and at least five other people come in
their pants. That would never do. He thought fast and
furiously. "How about I take that bowl and spoon from you and
make you the best kahlua chocolate brandy swirl milkshake
that you've ever had? It's an old family recipe."

Kirk's half smile touched a little more of his face. Piper was
struck with how handsome the young man was. His eyes
especially were amazing. They changed colors in front of
Piper, became somehow darker and richer.  There was a
single drop of ice cream on Kirk's upper lip. Kirk flicked the
tip of his tongue out to lick his lip clean, slowly, as if he
savored even the smallest drop. Piper shook himself to
break Kirk's hold.

"Sure doctor. I love milkshakes. I especially like drinking thick
liquids out of long straws."  It all became crystal clear. Kirk
knew he was being watched and he was getting a kick out of
it. This had been planned to titillate someone, the only
question was: who?

Piper abruptly knew that this was going to be a very, very
long ice cream social. 3

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