From: "Fred Lover of Wesley's Ass" To: ascem@earthlink.net Subject: Blast From The Past NC-17 TOS K/S K/??? Date: Thu, 26 Nov 1998 04:08:48 PST I decided to write a little K/S since it was Thanksgiving and all. As many of the old-timers either know or have guessed, I wrote for the K/S zines back in Greenwich Village before it was really popular. This is the first one I've written that wasn't under the pseudonym "Lady Fairchilde" and I hope you enjoy it and the holiday. Blast From The Past by The Fredster To Laura Valentine who always has such *nice* things to say >;-} and to Greywolf. Hey good buddy, this one's fer you! /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Kirk sighed. Another night alone in his cold bed with nothing to keep him company except his personal log. "Captain's personal log, stardate ------. I've begun to question my sanity. Maybe I've been out here too long, or maybe I'm not the ladies' man I think. It's just that --" His mind wandered back to that evening in his office. Spock had been explaining a recent oddity in several of the readings retrieved from a scan of the third moon of Drar'l in the Prazmus sector where they were currently assigned. Truth be told, Kirk usually found himself bored to tears by these debriefings, but as the meeting progressed he found himself uncomfortably aware of the other man's close proximity, The Vulcan was almost passionate as his eyes began to gleam with the thrill of a new discovery. As he prattled on about isotopes and what not, Kirk found himself admiring the sharp cheekbones and smooth olive skin. He noticed how his eyes darkened to near black; he found himself wondering what else could stir the Vulcan's heart. He nearly blushed beet red when Spock paused in his ramblings to ask if he were paying attention. It was pure dumb luck that he was sitting behind his desk at the time, or the boner he'd popped would have revealed exactly why his mind had wandered from the conversation. And the sight of Spock's tight ass as he left Kirk's office -- *it's been too long,* Kirk rationalized. *Damn deep space missions.* Aloud, he moaned, "My own first officer.....and a Vulcan at that. Jim, old boy, you really have to get a grip on yourself. What I really need is --" Jesus -- he didn't even know what the fuck he needed any more. Spock dogged his thoughts day and night -- no woman had ever caused him this much trouble. He was a strictly love 'em and leave 'em guy. Sure, he'd had a male lover before, but that was under totally different circumstances. Spock was his first officer, not some leggy blonde ensign or Admiral's daughter. He had to work with him day in and day out. Damn it all, he had to get his act together -- and soon! He wasn't about to risk his ship and his commission over a case of raging hormones. Enough was enough....but damn, it was not going to be easy. He threw himself on the bed with an exasperated sigh. "Jimboy, you are thoroughly fucked." "It appears as if your problem is the opposite, if I may say so." Kirk spun off the bed, dazed and in shock. "Spock, how long --" The Vulcan's face was devoid of emotion as he indicated the report in his hand. "You had asked me to deliver this report immediately upon completion. When you failed to answer your chime, I became concerned and deactivated the security locks." Kirk nodded and held out his hand in a vain attempt to appear calm and professional. "Thank you, Mr. Spock. I'll..." but his voice trailed away as Spock's gaze settled upon the growing bulge in Kirk's pants. "Captain, perhaps you would prefer to be alone." "No!" Kirk cried, before he could stop himself. "I..." Suddenly Spock was very close. "However, if you wish me to remain here, that would be acceptable." "Spock," Kirk managed to get out, "I mean, I'm not that sort of --" "Not the kind of man to want your own first officer, and a Vulcan at that?" Spock asked, now standing so close that Kirk could feel his fiery body heat right through his uniform. "I believe it is routine procedure that when the Captain has a problem, it is the duty of the first officer to attempt to resolve it." Kirk felt his breath catch as the Vulcan drew closer, their mouths scant inches apart. He could now taste his breath -- sweet and clean...and hot. Oh God, he was so hot... A muscle in Spock's jaw worked as though he were restraining himself, but his eyes had remained steady and his voice emotionless, "Of course, I do understand your logic in making this decision, Captain. I do, however, wish to assure you that if you choose to have sex with me, it will in no way affect my job performance." Kirk's jaw dropped, "Spock!" He lifted an enquiring eyebrow, "Did you not wish to...what is the human term? -- fuck?" he frowned for a moment, "Forgive me, I was...mistaken." He then turned to leave. For a moment, Kirk remained fixed to the floor like a statue, then -- without allowing himself to think -- he gripped the retreating man's arm and pulled him into a sudden, tight embrace. As he came up for air, he looked at the darkening eyes of his first officer and said with a grin, "Actually Spock, I'd be pleased to 'fuck' you. Thank you for suggesting it." Spock took the initiative and captured his lips with a sudden, almost bruising, intensity which in Jim's opinion was far far too brief. "Any time, Captain." Spock knelt, freeing Kirk's weeping throbbing member from its prison in his pants. Kirk groaned as the Vulcan's lips encircled him and his tongue found all his sensitive areas. It scraped into the slit, scratched along the back of the glans and snaked under the foreskin. Spock sucked hard, and Kirk could feel his dick getting harder and harder and his balls swell in anticipation. Suddenly Spock bit down. Kirk screamed, but found the pain only added to his phenomenal arousal. He began to thrust hard into the Vulcan's mouth, each thrust punctuated with a cry -- "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" A final thrust, and he exploded into Spock's throat, nearly drowning him in a raging torrent of cum.Spock drank deeply of the human's essence, savoring the salty flavor and moaning in a very un-Vulcanlike way as Kirk emptied his balls into his mouth. The captain sighed, then gasped as the delightful man before him began to suck and fondle his heavy ballsacks, sucking them into his incredibly hot mouth and causing his dick to once again harden and swell in arousal. His sharp, white teeth gently worried the loose skin and Kirk gripped his broad shoulders with a shudder. Oh please, please don't let this ever end, he thought. Using all of his self-control, Jim shoved the man away from his task long enough to tug the blue shirt over his head. Seeing the broad hairy chest and dark olive toned nipples made him weak in the knees; he sank to the floor and began to suck and bite on the quickly hardening dusky nubs, causing Spock to gasp and clutch at his superior officer's finely muscled arms. Silently, Kirk urged Spock to lie back on the carpet as he licked and sucked down his muscular chest, delighting in the hairy texture under his mouth. His hands shook with passion as he nearly tore the zipper of Spock's trousers trying desperately to reach the hard cock trapped inside. Kirk stopped for a moment, his eyes widening at the shock of finally seeing the cock up close -- he was huge! At least 9 inches long and very thick, dripping with lightly orange tinged pre-cum. He lapped lightly at the double ridged crown and savored the sweet and totally unhuman flavor of the alien spunk before sucking his way down the shaft. It was as thick as his wrist; he could barely wrap his lips around it. How was he ever going to -- and then he realized what he really wanted Spock to do. The sight of Spock's enormous cock sent his blood pressure through the roof. He would beg, steal, do anything to feel that duranium-hard ramrod pumping into his ass. He pulled away, meeting Spock's quizzical look with an urgent plea. "I need you...inside me.....now." "Very well," Spock replied. "That would be -- most acceptable. I assume you have a personal lubricant?" Kirk stopped, panicking: but before he could reply Spock shrugged. "If you do not, kaiidth. We will have to make do." Spock wriggled out from beneath Kirk and pulled the Human up, then positioned him so that he was bent over the chair by his workstation. He barely had time to catch his breath when he felt something hot and wet touch his ass. "Spock, what are you --" "I am providing lubrication. I will need some time." Kirk twisted around to see what Spock was doing, but his eyes snapped shut as the wet heat of Spock's tongue invaded him. The Vulcan licked deeply, working as much spit as he could into the Human's tight ass. Kirk gripped the chair seat and grimaced as first the outer sphincter then the inner sphincter were probed, laved and finally loosened by Spock's long green tongue. "A decidedly musky taste -- one I shall come to treasure." Kirk opened his mouth to plead, but before he could say anything Spock stood, placed his hands on Kirk's ass and entered him forcefully. Kirk felt white hot pain lance through his intestines as that great throbbing monster pounded into his narrow ass. His mouth hung open in a silent scream as Spock whispered soothingly behind him, "Relax Hy'layha -- beautiful one -- the discomfort will fade. Calm yourself, relax your muscles for me..." Spock reached between their locked bodies and began to rub the other man's painfully swollen cock. Quickly, before the other man knew what was happening, he began to manipulate his pulsating organ, sliding his finger up and down the piss slit as he squeezed the head in time to his savage thrusts. Jim felt his ass begin to loosen as the pain melted into pleasure and soon he established a rhythm, thrusting his hips in time with his lover's motions. Spock started to pull at the cock in his fist as he rolled his hips until Kirk felt his large hairy sacks tickle the fragile skin of his manpussy. The twin green orbs slapped against Kirk's ass again and again, harder and harder, as Spock drilled his thick meat over and over again into the Captain's willing eager hole. Suddenly Spock's fingers dug into the base of Kirk's back; the Vulcan trembled, then shouted as he filled Kirk's ass with wave after wave of hot thick cum. The heat sent Kirk over the edge. He screamed Spock's name as his precious bodily fluid spurted out, coating the other's hand and leaving drops of white liquid on his chair, terminal and monitor. Their chests heaving, they collapsed onto the floor. /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Kirk awoke the next morning in his own bed, dressed in his Starfleet regulation pajamas. He had no memory of dressing nor of moving off the floor; had it all been a dream? His aching ass eliminated that possibility. But there was no sign that Spock had ever been there. *That's my first officer,* Kirk thought with a smile; *efficient as usual.* He swung his feet around and sat up, stretching the aches and pains of last night's events out of his muscles. *I never knew a Vulcan could be so damned passionate.* His mind played over what he had done to Spock, and what Spock had done to him; this time he did nothing to quell the lust or the boner that went along with it. The door chimed. He called "Come" as he stood and wrapped himself in a thick robe. Wouldn't do if Yeoman Rand walked in and found him hard 'n' horny. Spock entered carrying a report. "Captain, I --" but Kirk silenced him with a passionate open-mouthed kiss. The Vulcan quickly pulled away. "Are you well, Captain?" Kirk smiled nonchalantly. "Well, after the beating you gave me last night, I'll probably be walking stiff-legged for a few days, but what the hell. Sure you're not in the mood for a little early morning wake-up call?" Spock's eyes darkened, but not with lust. "Captain, I am uncertain as to what 'beating', as you call it, you are referring to. I merely wished to bring you the report you requested." He stepped away as Kirk tried once again to move closer. "But you brought that around last night, don't you remember?" Kirk said in confusion. He turned to point to where the report had been, but the desk was bare. "But you were here! We -- don't you remember? Spock! The chair, the --" "Captain, please restrain yourself," Spock said quietly, removing Kirk's hands from his shoulders. "I was occupied otherwise last night." "But you were here! Right here in this room and -- and ---" "If you require corroboration of my whereabouts, I believe Yeoman Rand would be able to provide you with same. And I must ask you to refrain from touching me in the area of my genitals." "But we -- right there -- over the chair--" Kirk sputtered. "You -- it was orange -- fluorescent orange..." Spock flushed a most un-Vulcanlike shade and cleared his throat a bit, "Captain..." Kirk's face fell and he turned away from the other man, his shoulders slumped in defeat, "Just...go Spock. I-I'm sorry for causing you any embarrassment," he looked back at him with pain-filled eyes before again moving away toward the desk, his shoulders slumped, "If you'd like to request a transfer off the ship or have me reported to command I'd understand. I'll..." "Captain---Jim." Kirk froze as the tone of his first officer's voice changed slightly, enough to make his chest tighten in remembered desire, "Spock?" he whispered, looking up hopefully. Spock stepped forward and looked into the other man's eyes intently, "I...must admit, I do find the idea of having relations with you most intriguing, however I had dismissed this as being illogical, given our positions aboard ship..." "I know, I know..." Jim sighed, running a tense hand through his thick sandy colored hair. "Dammit,-I feel like I'm going crazy here!" "Captain..." Spock touched his arm lightly and Kirk paused, his heart pounding with renewed hope, "I do not know who was here or what transpired between the two of you," and as he paused Jim swore he could see a ghost of a smile lightening the other man's features, "but I can hypothesize them." He took a breath then stepped back, "I would be most willing to discuss this with you further this evening. Unfortunately, I must leave now for a meeting with Dr. McCoy and his staff on some of the results of last night's tests." Kirk allowed himself to relax, whatever happened last night was probably destined to remain a mystery forever. But whoever it was, a dream or a ghost -- he'd given him a chance, and for that he was grateful. "I'd be delighted. Till tonight." /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Deep in the spaces between universes and outside of time, the One greeted the Other. "Were you successful? Did you meet the Kirk?" The Other indicated success. "You know, I never expected him to be, like, human, but he really was. Just a normal guy, like Commander Riker or Data." The One indicated understanding. "I take it you were able to assume Spock's identity?" "It wasn't as difficult as I'd thought. There were always Vulcans around on the Enterprise, so I got to know a lot about them. The only thing was..." "Yes?" the One cried impatiently. "Did you have a problem keeping your shape at the end or --" The Other indicated frustration. "I can't believe I did it. At the end, right when I -- well, you know; right at the end I screamed out *his* name." The One thought for a second (although time was irrelevant between universes and dimensions). "Whose, Wesley? Whose name did you call out?" "Jean-Luc's," the Other said despondently. The One indicated sympathy. And with that the Travellers left for another time, another place, another universe. The End