rockinhamburger

Title: Miscalculations
Author:

rockinhamburger
Rating: NC-17, just to be safe.
Pairing: Kirk/Spock
Disclaimer: Do not own. Paramount and Gene Roddenberry do; I just play with the characters.
Summary: A fill for the following prompt by

the_deep_magic at Sinfest 4: Kirk/Spock first time -- someone manages to slip Spock the intergalactic equivalent of ecstacy. Kirk reeeeally doesn't want to take advantage, but he's got hot Vulcan hands all over him...
Warning: Accidental drug use.
Word Count: 1825
Notes: Nothing much to say, actually! Which is a rarity for me. Hope you like it!

"On behalf of the entire community, I would like to apologize to you, Captain Kirk. We were not aware that this particular spice would have such an effect on your First Officer. We assume it is due to his hybrid nature."

Jim Kirk warily surveyed the Chief of the Amerind homeworld, a Class-M planet which Jim and the accompanying away team had learned, upon arrival, was home to a colony of Native American Indians who had been transported there from Earth by an ancient race known as the Preservers, several centuries previously. Jim mustered up every ounce of diplomacy he had in his body and kept a firm grip on his First Officer's bicep.

"I understand, Sir," Jim replied. "No course of action will be taken apart from escorting Mr Spock back to our ship so that he can be looked at by our Chief Medical Officer. I'm sorry we have to cut our time here with you short."

"It is understood, of course." The Chief stepped forward to shake Jim's hand, then Sulu's, Giotto's, and finally Spock's. "Farewell."

Spock giggled.

Jim and Sulu exchanged a concerned glance, then bid hasty but friendly goodbyes, Jim all the while maintaining his strong hold on Spock.

"Sulu, grab Spock's other arm," Jim commanded, and Sulu hastened to obey.

Giotto kept his distance from them. Evidently, he was also concerned by Spock's giggles.

"Captain," Spock began in an usually friendly tone, "I care very deeply for you and the crew members of the Enterprise."

Jim laughed nervously and pulled out his comm unit. "Kirk to Enterprise."

"Yes, Captain?" came Uhura's professional voice.

"Please have Dr. McCoy meet us at the transporter room. Four to beam up in one minute."

Jim dragged Spock, with the help of Sulu, over to the area they had transported to from the Enterprise little over two hours ago. When they reached their destination, the four of them assumed their positions and were beamed back aboard the ship.

Aboard the Enterprise, Jim and Sulu dragged Spock, who was humming a merry old tune to himself, over to McCoy, who had rushed in just as they'd appeared.

"What's the problem, Jim?" he asked, tricorder out and already scanning Spock.

"He ingested some sort of spice that the Amerind Chief thought must have effected him differently 'cause he's half Vulcan."

McCoy jolted when Spock giggled. Then, giving Jim a look akin to being walloped over the head, he checked his tricorder scans.

"Well, it's not too serious. The spice is effecting him the way MDMA effects humans."

Jim stared. "Say what, Bones?"

"Ecstasy."

"Couldn't have just said that, huh?" Jim smirked.

McCoy rolled his eyes. "He just needs to let it out of his system. I could give him something, but I don't really see the point if it'll just happen naturally."

Jim nodded. "All right, I'll bring him back to his room. Sulu, you have the conn once you're on the Bridge. I'll be there in a bit."

"Yes, Sir," Sulu replied, taking his leave.

Jim dragged Spock toward the turbolift, and McCoy followed.

"So he's just been giggling this whole time?" he asked, his lips twitching, as Jim hit the button for the floor Spock's quarters were located on.

Jim laughed. "Yep. And declaring his love for the Enterprise."

Spock cleared his throat. "Dr. McCoy, despite your ill-tempered nature, I consider you a friend."

Jim and McCoy shared an incredulous look, and when the turbolift doors opened, they changed to ones of relief. "See you later, Bones. Thanks," he called, leading Spock out into the corridor.

"Good luck," McCoy called.

A few moments later, Jim used his override code on Spock's door and pushed him gently inside the room.

"Okay, Spock. You've got today's shifts off. I suggest a good night's sleep, and - oof!"

Jim stopped speaking as Spock pinned Jim to the nearest wall with his body.

"Jim," Spock said, his voice husky. "I am quite aroused. I wish to engage in copulation with you."

Jim was flabbergasted. "Uh," he started, and to his shame he felt himself hardening with interest. "Spock. You - you're - you're basically high on ecstasy. You're probably just experiencing hypersexuality; I know, I've been there before, but trust me, you'll regret this so much in the morning."

As he spoke, he tried to gently push Spock away and extricate himself from Spock's hot, wandering hands, which were methodically examining Jim's stomach and lower back under his shirt.

"Spock!" he said again, this time more urgently due to his increased arousal and because Spock gave no sign of having even heard Jim. "Spock, don't do this. You're -"

"I am deeply aroused, Jim," Spock insisted, leaning forward to press the tip of his tongue inside Jim's ear. Jim could not help the soft moan that escaped him at the sensation. Spock's tongue was so warm.

"Spock..." he repeated weakly.

"Jim..." Spock responded, and then he sealed his mouth over Jim's.

The feel of Spock's tongue against his own rendered Jim speechless. He moaned softly, responding to the kiss. Spock made a sound in return, somewhere between a moan and a growl, and Jim began to feel like his skin was on fire.

Spock removed Jim's shirt in one easy movement. And then his hands were exploring Jim's chest and shoulders. Jim let his head fall back against the wall, his breath uneven and his cock pressing insistently against his regulation pants. Spock caressed the bulge there, and Jim surged against him, gasping. "Oh, Spock."

Jim looked up into Spock's eyes, which were dark with arousal. Jim could feel his knees shaking slightly. He had to voice his concerns one last time. "Spock, are you sure -"

Spock kissed him again, then pulled back to mutter, "I am quite certain."

Spock pulled Jim toward the bed, and pushed him down on to the mattress once they reached it. He yanked his shirt off over his head, shucked off his own and Jim's bottoms, and crawled on top of Jim.

Jim felt as if his senses were being overloaded. The sight of Spock astride him, the smell of Spock's sweat and arousal, the sound of Spock's ragged breaths and his own pitched breathing, and the feel of Spock's strong, hot hand around both of their dicks was simply too much for his brain to process. How was it possible Spock was this good at getting Jim off?

Jim moaned as Spock sped up, his hand on them both bringing Jim closer and closer to what he was sure was going to be one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. He could only stare up at Spock, who seemed to be staring down at Jim with a similar air of desperation about him, and thrust up into the intense heat.

He moaned loudly as he came, Spock's name on his lips. Spock followed moments after with a grunt of, "Jim..."

Spock slumped slightly, then lowered himself sideways. Jim moved over to give him room, panting from exertion.

"Spock?" Jim said softly, turning sideways to look at his First Officer.

Spock was asleep. Jim wrestled with feelings of hurt and guilt, and pushed himself up. When he legs had stopped twitching, he set about locating his clothes and getting himself re-dressed.

He let himself out quietly, and then he went back up to the Bridge to finish his shift.

---

Having not slept well at all, Jim prepared for Beta shift the following morning as usual, going about his normal morning preparations. He kept his thoughts away from the obvious subject attempting to make itself known.

When he arrived at the Bridge, Spock was sitting in his chair facing his station, but he turned the moment Jim entered. Jim saw this out of his peripherals, but did not give his First Officer any more attention than that.

He greeted everyone perfunctorily, and went about surveying his crew with his usual upbeat manner, seeing to his duties as if everything was completely regular (when, in fact, everything was different). By the end of his shift, he was exhausted.

Standing up to switch with those crew members on Alpha shift, he once more ignored Spock in favour of heading straight to the turbolift.

Skipping dinner altogether, Jim sat down to fill out some paperwork, intent on keeping his mind occupied for the remainder of the evening.

Half an hour into his work, someone (and Jim was willing to bet he knew who) signaled their arrival outside his door. He sighed. "Computer, allow entrance."

Keeping his eyes determinedly on his padd, the door hissed as it opened and allowed Spock inside his room. Jim knew it was Spock much the same way he knew he was meant to captain the Enterprise.

"Yes, Mr. Spock, how can I help you?" he asked, purposely making the greeting professional.

"Captain, if I may, I would like to discuss the events of last night with you."

Jim sighed inwardly and swiveled in his chair to face Spock. "There's nothing to discuss, all right, Spock?"

Spock clasped his hands behind his back and inclined his head. "With all due respect, Captain, I disagree. I sensed a difference in your attitude toward me today, and I do not wish for it to continue."

Jim tried to not to sound irritated. "Fine. It's all good. Tomorrow I'll be back to normal."

"Jim," Spock said softly.

And that one word, his name said so seriously, encouraged Jim to deal with the situation at hand. He stood up immediately and approached Spock. "I feel... guilt. For taking advantage of you when you were in an altered state of mind. I'm also worried. That I've ruined our working relationship, and our friendship."

Spock closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, there was an unreadable emotion in them. "Jim. Please do not feel guilt over what happened between us last night. I desired it. I thought I made that clear."

"Spock! You were high!"

"Considering I generally function at a level much higher than the average human being and Vulcan, I believe it is logical to assume that my ability to function while intoxicated is a great deal higher than that of the average human being or Vulcan, as well."

So modest, too, Jim thought. He sighed. "You're saying you were still capable of making rational decisions?"

"Affirmative. Furthermore, the effect of the Amerind spice did not create in me feelings that were not there in the first place; they merely heightened them."

Jim froze. "You want to run that by me again?"

"Jim, do not pretend you are slow. It is a tired charade, and a dishonest one."

Jim smirked. "So, you want a repeat performance of the events of last night?"

"Very much so," Spock replied.

Jim nodded as if he was just clarifying a few points in his head, and then he grinned. "Can we do that now?"

"That would be preferable."

As they pulled each other into a kiss that made Jim's lips tingle, Jim inwardly thanked the Amerind homeworld for their inadvertent help in a matter of critical import.

---

End.

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This was adorable and extremely hot. The final exchange between Kirk and Spock was perfect. It's a testament to your writing that at some points I could hear the Pine/Quinto version and at others, Shatner/Nimoy. I loved this.

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