keelywolfe | Ficlet: Heat 1/1 (Trek)

Ficlet: Heat
by Keelywolfe
NC-17

Notes: I wrote this tidbit for the ST kink meme, but eh, I hate anonymous and I hate not having stuff I've done on my own journal. I know, I know, control freak. Also, I can avoid doing other stuff if I just keep writing smut. Yeah. *G*

*Summary under the cut. The movie just came out, I don't wanna spoil!

Summary: The prompt was for Kirk/Spock Prime, in the cave. Doing sex things. Yeah, I can do that. ;)

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They'd done this before, a hundred times, Jim's mind insisted. A hundred times hundred, a kaleidoscope of flashing images flaring through his mind's eye. Bare limbs twisted together, mouths hot and sore, and yes, his legs spread and he was...he was...

But they'd done this before, no matter the protests of his body, the surprising shock of pain as Spock pushed roughly inside him, spreading him out on the icy cold ground. Even with both their coats surrounding them slivers of chill seeped in, ghosting over naked skin where their clothes were haphazardly yanked aside. He didn't care; hot hands were cradling his cock with the sureness born of long familiarity.

I did not mean to - almost apologetically, a thought that wasn't his and Jim shook it away, his short nails scraping against the frozen ground as he shoved back into those hard thrusts, the smooth slide of hips against his own and he knew how to move, how to get it deeper, how to get Spock to rub just so against that little spot inside him where pleasure flared like a supernova and he didn't stifle his cry, let it echo through the cave around him because he knew, he knew how much Spock liked to hear him. Any pain now was hidden, masked in growing need and Jim reached between his legs, caught Spock's hand in his and both of them stroked him off together until he came, spilling another brief moment of heat over their combined hands.

Part of him would have loved to collapse down onto the ground but that little niggling sanity that still lingered warned that frostbite of the dick would be most unpleasant. Instead, Jim braced his legs apart and managed to hold them both up, hissing out his discomfort as Spock gathered himself up enough to withdraw. Wetness was creeping down his thighs in bitterly chilly streaks and that was enough to get him moving, stiff as if he were someone much older.

Well. That had been...interesting. He could taste blood on his lip, bitten and sore, and that was another brief spot of warmth before he licked it away, lips chapping almost instantly beneath the thin layer of spit and the too-familiar tang steeled him enough to straighten his clothing before turning back around.

To find Spock watching, a man he barely, no, always knew. He looked a little embarrassed and seeing it made...love? Love, lust, something, anyway, rise up from his middle, steaming through him like an injection of liquid heat.

"Forgive me, I have never..." Spock coughed faintly, "Never had such a reaction before from a mind meld."

"Yeah?" Jim stretched and winced. "Not that I'm complaining, but we should probably get going." The knowledge of what had happened, what needed to happen, was still throbbing foremost in his mind now that it wasn't clouded with the unexpected surge of need/lust/oh, god, fuck me now that had slammed into them both, sent them both to their knees in this freezing cavern.

"Of course," Spock said briskly, moving to straighten his clothes. He hesitated when Jim caught his chilled hands in his own, met Jim's eyes without reservation.

"Next time? I get to fuck you, old friend," Jim smirked and if Spock's grip tightened briefly, eyes flaring hotly, he pretended not to notice. They did, after all, have a planet to save.

-fin