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Since he stepped aboard the Enterprise, Spock has kept a secret. A Vulcan secret. Everyone on the Enterprise knew that Vulcans were touch telepaths, and it was a good thing that they did. It helped to avoid quite a bit of confusion and hurt feelings. But what was not known was that because of their sensitivity in their hands, those appendages became something special. While humans would be more attracted to someone’s face, muscles, or perhaps their laugh, Spock had more of a fascination with hands. As of recently, a very specific person’s hands. The strong, capable hands of a certain doctor on the Enterprise.
The way his fingers gently moved over his patients, and dexterously completed delicate tasks of aligning bones and applying burn salves kept Spock’s attention. He always seemed to hold something, too. Whenever he came to the bridge, there was some hypo or other medical equipment in hand. Sometimes things he wanted to show to Kirk. Sometimes things he just wanted to fiddle around with. Spock quickly noticed that Dr. McCoy almost needed something in his hands. Something that he could slide his fingers up and down on, something to flip around in those same fingers. Something just to fidget with.
This was one such instance. For the life of him, Spock couldn’t remember why McCoy had even joined them on the bridge. But there he was, standing at Kirk’s side. Just talking. The sound of his voice filled the bridge and pushed into Spock’s focused thoughts. There was no ignoring him now.
“I’m just saying, he’d probably be in a better mood if he got out sometime,” McCoy was saying. “When was the last time he stepped foot off the ship for some non-recycled air? Hell, when was the last time he had an informal, casual conversation?”
“Bones,” came Kirk’s tired response. “You know Spock doesn’t operate like the rest of us.”
“I’ll say,” McCoy continued, now stepping around the Captain’s seat to move over to Spock, where he hovered over his shoulder. “I know Vulcans aren’t like humans, but ain’t ya half human? Why not let that side come out every once in a while?”
“There is no reason for me to do so,” Spock replied, his eyebrow quirking up. “I can perform all of my duties as needed. I’m also able to interact with others sufficiently, no?”
McCoy rolled those bright blue eyes – damn him – and leaned a little closer to Spock’s ear – double damn him. As if his presence wasn’t torture enough, now he was breathing down Spock’s neck. Close enough for his heartbeat to be heard. It was well known that he always tried to get a rise out of the Vulcan. What he probably did not know, though, was the kind of rise he was going to get if he continued in his actions.
Normally it would be easy to ignore him. To focus his thoughts and block out any irritation caused by the doctor. Now, though, it seemed as if all of his senses were laser-focused on the doctor’s presence. The feeling of his hot breath on the shell of Spock’s pointed ear. The smell of whatever shampoo he had used – something that smelled just plainly clean and masculine. Spock liked it. Dark eyes flicked over to the hand that now rested on the back of his chair as he leaned forward. The way they pressed into the cushion of the seat. Oh how he wished they were pressed into the flesh of his thighs.
Where in Surak’s name did that come from? Despite his many thoughts and feelings (that he would never admit) for the doctor, Spock’s mind had never gone that route before. If someone were to look very close, they would see a slight flush go across his cheeks and eartips. Rather unfortunately for him, someone was very close.
“Sure, you can do your job. No one ever said you couldn’t. But – hey,” McCoy paused his words and squinted, looking closer. Spock’s fingers gripped the arm rest of his chair tightly. “You’re lookin’ a bit flushed. You feelin’ okay, Spock?”
“I’m quite fine, Doctor,” Spock answered quickly, looking at him again. “No need to fuss.”
“To hell with that,” McCoy said, lifting his hand up to rest the back of it against Spock’s forehead. “You’re warm. That can’t be good.”
Kirk was out of his seat, moving over as well. His face was a mask of concern, as usual whenever he heard that one of his crew may be ill. He didn’t get quite as close as McCoy, but he was definitely close enough to see the colour budding on the Vulcan’s face. It had only gotten darker as the doctor had put his hand to Spock’s forehead.
“Are you feeling sick, Spock?” Kirk asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the control panel in front of them. “I know you prefer working over rest, but even you need to take time off when you’re sick.”
“I am not sick,” Spock insisted as he gently pushed McCoy’s hand away from his head with the back of his own. “I simply prefer to have a bit of space. You are both too close for comfort.”
By the expressions on the other men’s faces, that excuse wasn’t going to work. They had all spent time together in just as close proximity when needed. Mostly when they were trapped in something or trying to hide somewhere. Regardless, Spock had never flushed in this way in any of those instances.
“Bones, take him to the sick bay, please. Have a full workup done on him,” Kirk said, pushing away from the control panel and moving back to his seat. “And Spock.”
Spock huffed out a soft sigh and turned his seat to look at the Captain.
“Listen to him, won’t you? If he says you need rest, then you rest.”
“Captain –“
“Yes, I am your Captain. Please listen to me, Spock.”
“Very well, Captain.”
Kirk nodded as McCoy took a step back, gesturing broadly with his hand toward the door. Despite desperately wanting to remain where he was, Spock rose out of his chair. As they were leaving, Uhura gave him a sort of pitying glance, but she was not able to hide the smirk on her face. Out of everyone on the ship, she was the only one that Spock had told his secret to. She was the only one to know about his very un-Vulcan crush on the doctor. While she usually reserved her teasing for the privacy of one of their rooms, it seemed that she was unable to do so this time. Spock’s eyes narrowed almost immeasurably. She put her hand up to hide the smile that broke across her lips.
The swish of the door closing behind them as they entered the turbolift marked the beginning of their time being alone. Spock stood stock-still, hands folded behind his back as usual. McCoy just wasn’t buying that everything was normal, though. He allowed approximately 2 seconds of silence before turning to look at Spock again.
“Okay are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or am I really going to have to take you to the sick bay?”
“I told you, Doctor, I am perfectly fine.”
“Fine. But you made this hard,” McCoy shook his head and crossed his arms, looking toward the command panel. “Sick bay.”
The sick bay was cold and empty when they arrived. Doctor McCoy led him over to one of the beds and Spock obediently sat down on it without being told what to do. There was no other sound in the room aside from McCoy’s fiddling about with his tools, and the slight beeping of machines. They were truly alone. Not even a nurse in sight. It was unusual, but Spock wasn’t going to complain.
All this, just because McCoy just had to mock him. If the good doctor had left him alone, he would still be in the clear. At least Spock would be able to pass any tests that would be administered. After all, he hadn’t lied about not being sick. There was nothing physically wrong with him at all.
McCoy took out something to take his temperature and ran a couple scans. Spock tried not to stare as his fingers wrapped around the tool. The ring on the doctor’s pinky caught the light, which, in turn, caught Spock’s eye. Then the scanner was waved over his head. McCoy frowned as no fever or any other ailment made itself immediately apparent.
“Looks like we’ll have to do some more involved tests,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Might be something less obvious.”
Spock raised an eyebrow. Why was the doctor pushing so much? Why wouldn’t he just let him go? There was nothing wrong with him. Not sick. No headache, no fever, no symptoms of any illness whatsoever. Shouldn’t he just be allowed to leave?
“Doctor, I really am fine,” Spock repeated. “I do not want to waste your time.”
“You’re not wasting my time,” came the grumbled response as McCoy dug around in his equipment, apparently searching for the magical tool that would allow him to figure it out. “Your heart rate is elevated, and your breathing is a little quicker than normal. Are you having any chest pains?”
“No.”
“Any trouble breathing?”
“No.”
“Any shortness of breath?”
“Is that not the same thing?”
“Can never be too safe.”
Spock hummed.
“Any weakness in your arms or legs?”
“No,” Spock replied with a raised eyebrow. “I told you, I’m – “
“Squeeze my fingers as tightly as you can,” McCoy interrupted, turning and holding out two fingers toward Spock. “And don’t give me any of that ‘touch-telepath’ hooey. Just do it.”
Spock’s eyebrow raised up impossibly higher, nearly disappearing into his bangs. It wasn’t just because of his sensitivity as a touch-telepath that he didn’t want to grab onto those fingers. Something that McCoy clearly didn’t know, was that that was basically an invitation for a Vulcan kiss. Of course, since he didn’t know, it didn’t mean anything to him. But it meant quite a lot to his patient.
“Your heartrate just skyrocketed,” McCoy observed, frowning in worry. “Give a squeeze so we can move on.” His fingers wiggled a little to bring Spock’s attention back to them rather than his face.
Cursing silently in his mind, Spock reached out and did exactly as the doctor ordered. There was no weakness to the squeeze, but McCoy did not seem convinced. The intent look on his face was still there. If anything, it was exaggerated even more.
“You’re clammier than normal,” he said. “You can let go now.”
Spock allowed his fingers to drag as he pulled his hand away from the other man’s. It was just supposed to be something for himself. Something that no one would know about. McCoy wouldn’t even know what it meant. The look on the doctor’s face said otherwise. His eyebrows raised up and his eyes shot to Spock’s face immediately. He rubbed his fingertips with his thumb and Spock’s eyes glanced down for a second before moving to meet McCoy’s.
“Spock,” he started slowly, as if testing something. “Do we need to get you back to Vulcan? Are you about to, uh, you know. I know you said every seven years, but, well your last pon farr wasn’t exactly normal.”
Spock’s eyes widened a bit. McCoy thought he was entering pon farr? Did he know what that gesture meant? Surak help him, Spock had just ruined everything. Now there was no way that McCoy wouldn’t know that something was terribly amiss.
“No,” Spock began, his mind flying a million parsecs a second as he tried to come up with some excuse. “I am simply feeling a bit tired I suppose. Perhaps you were right – some rest would do me well.”
“Spock.” There was a note of finality to McCoy’s tone now. “What is going on?”
He felt his shoulders droop as he let out a deep sigh. Was there even any hope of getting out of this now? It wasn’t likely. Seemed as though Spock was stuck telling the truth now. Or at least, some version of it. Maybe Vulcans didn’t lie, but they didn’t have to tell everything if it wasn’t necessary. That was how Spock had gotten through life so far.
“I am having trouble controlling my emotions lately,” he said. Not exactly a lie. “It has worn down on me and I have been looser with my control. I apologize, Doctor. I will retire to my room now.”
As soon as he made a motion to stand, he was being pushed back down. McCoy’s strong, capable, firm hand was pressed in the center of his chest. There was no doubt he could feel the pounding in Spock’s chest.
“Now I’m gonna give you another chance.” McCoy sounded as if he was striking a deal with a child who had told some sort of lie. “What was that?”
Spock’s eyebrows slid down a bit. His head ducked to stare firmly at the hands that were clasped firmly in his lap. This was a topic he had never had to speak about before with someone who he held the troublesome emotions for. It was easy talking to Nyota. They were friends. She wasn’t the one that he had feelings for. Apparently, it wasn’t so easy when the object of your affection was directly in front of you.
“Spock.”
His voice was so sincere that it very nearly brought tears to Spock’s eyes. There was no way that this was going to end well. All their bantering. All their bickering. Any closeness he had developed with McCoy at all was about to be erased. Just because of an overly human response to physical closeness.
“Talk to me,” McCoy pleaded.
Spock broke. He could not and would not ignore that.
“It is you, Doctor.”
Too plain. McCoy’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t back off. His hand moved to Spock’s shoulder as he decided to continue.
“I am having a physical reaction to you.”
“A physical reaction? Like an allergic reaction?” McCoy pulled his hand away and Spock immediately mourned the contact. “Gee, you could have just said something. Is it the cologne?”
“No,” came Spock’s tight, pained response as he looked up. “It is not an allergic reaction.”
“Throw me a bone here, Spock,” McCoy begged, crossing his arms.
“It is a physical reaction to your closeness.”
“This is like pulling teeth,” the doctor grumbled, voice even more exasperated now. “Speak English!”
“It is a physical manifestation of the emotional response to your closeness, Leonard,” Spock finally spat out, eyes dropping back down to his lap. “You are causing me to have trouble controlling my emotions. My physical reaction is an outward way of showing that my emotions are less controlled than they should be. I feel it slipping more each day I am around you.”
McCoy stood in silence for a moment. For the first time of them being in the same room the only sound was the murmur of the machines and readouts around them and the soft hum of the ship’s engine. Spock’s heart pounded hard against his ribs, showing as ‘above normal’ on the readout.
“Gee, Spock,” the doctor finally spoke. His voice was soft and gentle. Nervous. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were saying you had a crush on me.”
“This is most unusual for me, and it is causing me quite a bit of distress,” Spock spoke, his tone pained. He raised his eyes to look at McCoy again. “I would appreciate if you did not mock me.”
“No, no, no,” McCoy said hurriedly, reaching out awkwardly to touch Spock’s shoulder again. “’M not mocking at all. I just wasn’t expecting that to be the reason, is all. Is that… is that what it is? Is that what you’re sayin’?”
A withering sort of feeling sank into Spock’s stomach. Now McCoy was speaking to him as if he was a child. He didn’t know how to make it more clear without just screaming ‘I am in love with you, Doctor McCoy’. But that wasn’t something that he was willing to do.
“In simpler terms, yes,” Spock finally replied, hoping that the admission wouldn’t ruin everything. “Although admittedly, my feelings are deeper than what one would typically consider a crush.”
“Oh really?” McCoy said, eyebrow raised. He sat beside Spock on the sick bay bed, putting his own hands in his lap and letting his shoulder brush the other man’s.
Truthfully, Spock had been completely convinced that he would have told him to leave the sick bay and to not talk to him at all unless it was vital. He had fully thought that McCoy would hate him for those words. He could hardly stand Spock on a good day, when they were able to operate somewhat as friends. So why was he being so kind and understanding? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t logical.
“Care to share more about how deep those feelings are?”
Spock looked up at that. McCoy’s voice was light, but not teasing. Not mocking. He sounded interested. Like he genuinely wanted to hear more. Spock’s eyebrow lifted up as he saw that damned smirk on McCoy’s face. The shine in his bright eyes. The way his fingers were all curled around each other, fidgeting with that ring once again. He looked just as nervous as Spock felt. That’s when it dawned on him that perhaps he wasn’t the only person with emotions at stake.
“Doctor, are you-“
“Leonard is fine.”
Ah.
“Leonard…” he knew it was just a name. A name he had used before, even in this very conversation. But there was something special about being asked to use that name. Being asked to drop the formality and use something more personal. “Do you feel the same way?”
“Can’t tell, unless I know what you mean,” Leonard said with a little smile. “Gotta share those feelings before I can say whether I feel the same.”
Spock felt something like what he could only describe as hope. Something he rarely if ever allowed himself to feel. But there it was, filling his body. He gave a small sort of nod, trying to put together his thoughts.
“If I am correct, humans use the word ‘crush’ to describe feelings that are of a lighter and less consuming nature.” Spock waited for Leonard’s confirmation before continuing. “My… feelings for you are stronger than that. They have developed over time. You are someone I trust wholly with my life. I wish to be by your side more often than not. Your touch is near electric.”
Leonard had fallen silent beside him. Just watching and listening with a sort of glassy look in his eyes. Spock wasn’t really sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Perhaps something that could be either. Maybe neither. But it didn’t stop him. He had started now, and there was no way of closing the gates to keep his words at bay.
“I find you pleasurable to be around,” he continued, wishing that he could reach over and take Leonard’s hand. “You are stimulating both emotionally and mentally. I enjoy our banter and your humor, although I may not always understand your words or turn of phrase. Every time you leave my side, I want you to be back. When I wake in the morning, I crave your closeness. You are often present in my thoughts during meditation. I care for you deeply, Doc – Leonard.”
That was the best he could do. He could only hope that it made sense. Spock wasn’t prepared to discuss emotions like this. Not while he was sober. He wasn’t prepared to properly convey the intensity of his emotions. He had never learned the words. There was the option of saying that he loved Leonard, but he felt like it was too soon to say something like that. At least without hearing what the other had to say first. It was only logical to not put himself out too much without hearing some sort of response.
That response, however, did not seem to be readily available. Spock lifted his eyes to look at Leonard’s face again. Though he wasn’t sure what to expect, he did not expect what he saw. Rather than any sort of thoughtful or perhaps even disturbed expression, he was met with a bright shine in those blue eyes, and a grin on the doctor’s lips. There was a sort of bashful expression on his face, like he had never been spoken to kindly. Spock knew that wasn’t the case. Leonard had had other partners before. Women. Which was one reason why Spock had been so hesitant to even bring up the subject. How could he know if the man felt that way about men at all? It seemed as though, at the least, he wasn’t bothered by the idea that another man felt that way about him.
“Spock, you really do use too many words,” Leonard said, that grin still stretched across his face. He looked divine. “We made up a word for that a long time ago. Vulcans are different, sure, but even you green blooded folks had to have used it before you went all robot. It’s called love, Spock. And I feel the same way about you.”
Spock’s eyes widened. He stared directly into Leonard’s face, having a hard time believing that he actually just heard those words. He felt the same? Spock wasn’t alone in these emotions and desires? He couldn’t believe it. He just couldn’t.
“You just gonna stare at me, or are you gonna say something?” Leonard prompted, fingers worrying at the ring again. “I just said I love ya, Spock.”
Spock’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to figure out something to say. He watched as the look in Leonard’s eyes changed from a happy, nervous sparkle to something more like worry and fear. Fear that he perhaps was wrong about what Spock had meant. Fear that he was about to be rejected. As soon as Spock recognized the expression, Leonard stood up quickly. No longer touching the Vulcan. He didn’t walk away, but he did take a half step back so that he was no longer especially close to Spock.
“Spock, I.. ‘M sorry. I thought – Never mind.”
He made a move to walk away, but Spock reached out. His hand wrapped around Leonard’s arm, keeping him from moving away. Judging by the look on Leonard’s face, his fingers dug in a little more than he had intended them to. The doctor looked back at him with his eyebrows raised a bit in surprise.
“Don’t leave,” Spock pleaded, his voice nearly breaking. “You are correct. I feel the same way about you. I love you.”
Leonard stared, unmoving. Honestly, Spock was just as surprised by his own revelation as Leonard was. Had those words really just come out of his mouth? Why was he being so vulnerable? What could he possibly hope to gain from this?
But then Leonard’s hand moved. Pulled Spock’s fingers from his arm and cupped his hand so gently between his own. They were warm. So warm. And firm. Spock felt his heart jump. The monitor beeped. Leonard laughed. Just one little bubble of laughter at first. Then more. He stood in front of Spock, holding his hand, laughing. Spock raised an eyebrow, not sure exactly what else to do. He felt a tug at the corner of his mouth, and he let it happen. Let himself smile, just the tiniest bit.
This is what he had gained. The beautiful laugh of the man in front of him. Being able to hold his hand. Seeing his smile. Watching as that mirthful look sparked back in his eyes, clear as the blue Terran sky.
“How long?” Came Leonard’s voice finally. “How long have you been hidin’ that?”
“Too long,” Spock replied, a tone of humour in his voice.
“Yeah,” Leonard laughed, rubbing his thumb across the back of Spock’s hand. “Me too.”
It felt as if everything in existence all fell still. The two remained in silence. The monitor tracking Spock’s heartrate went back to a somewhat normal pace, though it didn’t hide when his heart skipped a beat every now and then when Leonard pushed more firmly on his hands. As for his face, well, that didn’t hide anything either. The dark hue from before still sat on his cheeks and the tips of his pointed ears. Leonard released one hand and traced a fingertip over the shell of Spock’s ear. The motion caused a shiver to run through his body. Leonard smirked and did it again, apparently reveling in the reaction it caused.
Spock allowed himself to relax. Allowed himself to enjoy it. To feel the closeness that Leonard was sharing with him. Touches that he only dreamed of. The doctor’s calloused fingers traced down then, following the outline of Spock’s ear down to his jaw. Jolts of electricity went through Spock’s whole body with each touch, each slide of his fingers, each movement. He closed his eyes and let out a shaking breath. Leonard’s breath hitched. The doctor’s thumb slid over Spock’s bottom lip, which he involuntarily opened.
“Can I kiss you?”
Spock opened his eyes again, looking up at the man in front of him. That finger still remained right where it was, brushing back and forth torturously across his bottom lip. There was a look in Leonard’s eyes that Spock had never seen before. A look that he wanted to see over and over again, every day, for the rest of his life. A look that conveyed more than any of their words ever could.
“Yes.”
Without hesitating a moment longer, Leonard leaned forward. His lips caught Spock’s in a gentle kiss. Another shiver ran through Spock’s body. Leonard’s hand cradled the side of his head and Spock couldn’t stop the little hum that came from his mouth as the other pulled back. He rested their foreheads together. His long eyelashes danced on his cheeks before he opened them again. Spock stared right into those pools of blue as soon as he had access to them again. There was so much emotion in them. Emotions that Spock had never read before. Emotions he wasn’t at all accustomed to. But Surak help him, he would do whatever he could to get used to that.
Leonard crashed their lips together. This time, it was more impassioned than before. More desperate. Spock welcomed it, doing his best to keep up with the fervour shared with him. He had never been kissed this way before. The only kisses he had ever really had were Vulcan kisses. At the time, they had been daring. Compared to this, though, those had been baby steps.
Spock groaned softly as Leonard threaded their fingers together. The doctor made sure to squeeze tightly. It made Spock wonder briefly if he had somehow caught on to the fact that he was so enamoured with his hands.
“You like that, huh?” Came Leonard’s breathy words against his lips.
So there it was. He definitely had noticed. Spock found it both slightly embarrassing as well as charming. Leonard liked him enough to pay attention to the little things he liked. It was – oh.
To test the waters, Leonard massaged between Spock’s fingers. Tugging on the length of each one. Spock felt and heard himself letting out an embarrassing moan at the sensation. Even worse, he felt his legs fall a little open. Leonard chuckled lightly.
“Not so shy now, are ya?” The doctor teased, slotting his knee in between Spock’s eagerly. “Didn’t take you for someone who’d open up so easily.”
Spock connected their lips in another kiss. It was effective in making him be quiet. Seemed like nothing else would work. He knew his cheeks were stained dark by now. He could feel the heat in them. There seemed to be heat everywhere. Covering every inch of his body. The sick bay was usually so cold. One of Spock’s least favourite places on the ship. The bright lights, the cold air, the feeling of sterility. It didn’t lend itself to comfort very easily. But for now, Leonard was blocking most of the light from his eyes. His closeness was keeping Spock warm. The thought ripped him from his more passionate feelings. He pulled back.
Leonard’s face looked concerned. His hands fell still, just gently holding Spock’s in his palm rather than massaging so much. Brows furrowed, he ran his thumb softly back and forth in front of Spock’s ear. When had his hand ended up there again? Spock must not have noticed.
“You okay?” Leonard asked. “Did I do somethin’?”
“Did you intentionally position me this way?”
It didn’t make sense, and Spock knew it. Leonard’s face proved it. He looked even more confused than before. Then it occurred to Spock that he may think that he was referring to the way they were entwined with one another, rather than the way the light was being blocked.
“If you’re saying you want me on the table and you standing, then – “
“That is not what I meant, Leonard. I meant the lights.”
Now the doctor looked sheepish, and Spock knew he had guessed correctly. If he ever smiled, he would be smiling. The shy look on the other’s face was adorable.
“Well… I’ve noticed ya don’t really like the lights,” he said shyly, his fingers squeezing Spock’s hand again. “So yeah. I put ya this way so they won’t be in your eyes.”
Spock couldn’t find the words to say what he wanted to say. Never before had he felt so seen. Everything that Leonard was doing was catered specifically for him. It was all just for him. Leonard had paid so much attention to him. To the things that he liked and did not like. How was Spock supposed to thank him for that?
Since there were no words, actions would have to suffice. Spock reached up with one hand and pulled Leonard back down for yet another kiss. This time, led by the seated Vulcan. He allowed his legs to open more, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Leonard happily moved into the space he was given, crowding up against Spock more thoroughly. Spock’s hand danced over the side of Leonard’s face, the psi points on his fingertips itching to meld. Perhaps another time. There would be many more occasions like this, he was sure.
The closeness allowed for another feeling that he hadn’t been expecting. The feeling of Leonard’s crotch pressing against the inside of his thigh. An area of even more heat than Spock’s cheeks. Hotter than Leonard’s breath. And much harder than Spock expected him to be.
The good doctor wasn’t the only one, though. Spock had his own fair share of arousal coursing through his body. His manifested in a slightly different way, though. His anatomy was not the same as his human counterpart. Instead of growing more erect as the first response to stimuli, his body started to produce a sort of self-lubrication. It allowed the internal parts of his genitalia to come out more easily when the time came. He was still in these first stages. Rather than any erection pushing against Leonard’s knee – which was firmly placed against his crotch – there was the soft mound of his cloaca. And a rather large wet spot in his pants.
“My God, Spock…” hot breath hit Spock’s skin. “You’re… I didn’t know you were so…”
His hips pushed a little more intently against Spock’s knee. He also made sure to share that pressure with Spock, pressing his own knee harder against that little mound. The Vulcan wasn’t entirely sure what exactly was going through Leonard’s mind. And for once, he was okay with not knowing. For the first time, he was content with just feeling and not knowing.
Spock tucked his face against Leonard’s neck, pressing wet kisses along the soft skin there. Sharp little teeth scraped against the skin. He felt the vibration of a groan and the rumble of some grunted out words he didn’t catch. A broad hand moved to the back of his head, keeping him in place. It appeared that he had found some sort of sensitive spot for Leonard. At the realization, he continued to kiss, adding a few nips here and there as well. The doctor seemed especially keen on that.
A hand slipped toward Spock’s pants. Fingers slid just under the waistband, brushing against his skin. Not yet pulling down, but teasing at the possibility. A shudder ran through Spock’s body. Never did he think that just simply admitting feelings for Leonard would lead them down the path they were currently barreling down. There would be no complaints from him.
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes. Please.”
“God, Spock… All ya had to do was ask.”
“I did not need to.”
Leonard just chuckled. He slid his hand down into Spock’s pants, fingers ever so gently feeling his way toward the leaking opening. He had seen Spock’s body on a few occasions. He knew what to expect from Spock’s previous physicals. It had been awkward to explain at the time, but Spock was grateful now that they didn’t have to fumble past that part in this moment. Now, though, Leonard got to fully experience Spock’s body. That would definitely bring some surprises.
At the first brush of fingertips against his cloaca, Spock gasped. Leonard stilled for a half second before continuing. He began tracing torturous circles around the opening without pushing inward or applying too much pressure. It would be accurate to describe his movements as ‘playing’ in the slick moisture he had found there. It was thick and sticky. Spock felt it clinging to his own thighs. An extra gush came out as Leonard dared to put more pressure. Spock moaned, burying his face further into Leonard’s neck.
“I got ya.” Hardly a whisper. Barely a breath. And it turned Spock on even more. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head.”
“Leonard…” A whimper. A sign of desperation that Spock had never shared with the man before.
“Shhh…”
Spock’s fingers tightened around Leonard’s hand as the other hand continued to explore. Dipping as far down and back as he could, given their current positions. It was clear that the doctor wanted to explore his body fully and completely. Those fingers just kept returning to their original position, though. Teasing around Spock’s cloaca. He put gentle pressure against the center of the opening and Spock trembled as one finger slipped in up to the first knuckle.
At the same time, he threaded the fingers from his other hand with Spock’s. It was like he was doing everything in his power to render the Vulcan absolutely helpless. For all Spock knew, he was. It was working.
Leonard shifted a little, pushing himself further against Spock’s thigh. If he had been hard before, he must be like a rock now. His breath was ragged in Spock’s ear, panting and hot. Wet. It sent a shiver down Spock’s spine. He was this aroused just from touching someone? Just from kissing? Spock found that he could hardly wait until he got his hands on the doctor as well.
Without asking, Spock moved his free hand down from Leonard’s arm. He ran the back of his hand over the bulge in Leonard’s pants to test the waters. A hum greeted his movements, along with a twitch from the bulge. Spock fought the smirk that was threatening to spread onto his lips.
“Don’t just tease me,” Leonard groaned, grinding more into Spock’s hand.
Spock couldn’t stop the smirk at that point. He slipped his hand up toward the waistband of Leonard’s pants and slid in easily.
The doctor had seen his body before, for treatment. He had probably also had to touch, while Spock was unconscious after treatment. Patients were not often granted the same luxury of seeing their doctors. And professional doctors would never let their patients touch them. So while Spock had seen Leonard shirtless before, he had never seen him below the belt. And he sure as hell was never allowed to touch.
The second his fingers touched the hot skin tucked behind Leonard’s pants, a jolt of electricity shot through his body. Hard as a rock, and sticky from sweat, Leonard’s length twitched under the touch. It was an awkward angle, and not exactly comfortable, but Spock did what he could. His fingertips dragged along the length. They could use some lubrication of some sort.
“’M gonna take these off, m’kay?” Came Leonard’s voice as he tugged on the band of Spock’s pants. “We’re gonna have to shift a bit. Just for a second.”
Spock nodded, pulling his hand from Leonard’s pants and releasing the vice-like grip he had on the man’s fingers. He lifted himself up as Leonard pulled the pants down. The movement was more eager than his previous motions, but still gentle. The pants became bunched up around Spock’s ankles.
“Well aren’t you just the cutest thing,” Leonard said with a crooked smirk, stepping back to admire his work. Spock shivered under his gaze, a goopy puddle already starting to form on the bed under him. “Let’s get these off all the way. Wanna get up on ya.”
Spock felt the blush getting hotter on his cheeks. Leonard removed Spock’s boots and set them off to the side, more carefully than Spock expected. They didn’t even topple over. Then he tugged those pants down all the way and tossed those to an unused portion of the bed. Less care was shown to the pants, which intrigued Spock. His eyebrow lifted in curiosity.
“They’re dirty anyway,” Leonard said with a dismissive wave to the pile of fabric. “We’ll find new ones.”
“Very well,” Spock hummed in acknowledgement, reaching back out for Leonard. “Come back. It’s cold.”
Leonard shook his head, rolling his eyes good naturedly. He did as he was bid, though. As soon as he was close enough, Spock reached for the other’s pants.
“Your turn.”
He pulled the pants down, tongue darting out as Leonard’s cock sprung free. The cold air danced across his own skin, and he knew it must be ten times colder against the hot flesh there. Leonard’s pants didn’t get down any further than his knees before Spock pulled him closer and wrapped his fingers around him. He gave a little tug before remembering that they needed lubrication. Luckily his body was providing plenty. Spock reached down between his own legs and gathered up some of the slick there. Thick strings of the substance connected his fingers to his mound as he pulled them away. It was thicker than any lubrication that a human may produce. The strands just sort of wobbled in the air, viscous and glistening, as Spock used the wetness to slide his hand up and down Leonard’s length.
“Fuck, Spock…”
“Not yet.”
“That’s not what I – You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“That is not my intention.”
Leonard’s eyes locked with Spock’s. The obscene sounds of each stroke of Leonard’s cock filled the room.
“I never knew you were so slippery.”
“You’ll find that, with proper stimulation, I can become much more slippery, Doctor.”
Leonard sort of just spluttered, clearly not sure how to respond. The corner of Spock’s mouth quirked up in a smirk. It would appear that he had won this time.
“I’ll take that as a dare.”
“Please do.”
Spock found his legs being pushed open again so that the other could stand between them. The cold air swept across the wetness between his thighs and he shivered. Leonard’s firm, warm and reached down and cupped that quivering mound. Spock’s hips pushed toward him automatically, hand stuttering on the doctor’s cock. Seconds later, Spock felt two fingers pushing in so intently. They moved slowly, making sure that he wasn’t hurt, but still with enough urgency to show just how much Leonard wanted this, too.
“Now I’m not used to this,” Leonard said, somewhat hesitantly. “Never had sex with a Vulcan before. ‘M not sure where the best spots are. You’re gonna have to guide me a bit.”
“Your instincts are working quite well,” Spock reassured. “Continue to follow them, and I’m quite sure we will both enjoy ourselves. If something is not working, I will let you know.”
Leonard looked apprehensive, but he didn’t push it. Spock knew that he was probably more worried than he needed to be. That was normal, he supposed. He had been rather nervous the first time he had engaged in sex with someone outside of his own species. But you could never learn if you never tried.
It was clear that his partner was not opposed to trying. The two fingers slipped in a little further, brushing against the first bundle of Spock’s internal genitalia. His heart skipped, setting off the monitor attached to the bed again. Leonard’s rough fingertips brushed over the slippery internal ropes. His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out exactly what they were. Graciously, they unfurled, wrapping around his fingers. Stroking him right back.
“Wha-“
“Do not stop.”
A quick glance up to check Spock’s face, then Leonard continued. One of the ropes slid out of the cloacal opening, curling around the doctor’s wrist. He was clearly shocked. He also clearly enjoyed it. Beads of pre-cum dribbled from the head of his cock as Spock’s fingers stuttered up and down the length, swirling at the tip.
A couple more tendrils unfurled, wrapping around Leonard’s fingers and guiding him to another bundle by pulling those two fingers deeper in. By this point, the external petals of Spock’s cloaca had opened up as well, fully budding open. It made it much easier for Leonard to move those fingers. The opening also allowed for another vine or two to slip out, dancing along the doctor’s skin and leaving slug-slime marks in the hair there. The sensation made his cock leap in Spock’s hand.
Leonard reached down with his free hand and took one of the vines in his palm, fingers wrapping around it. It immediately curled up that arm instead. It was almost as if the tentacle was dancing with Leonard’s hand as it twirled around his fingers and arm. Spock’s heartbeat pulsed through it. Leonard held onto it tighter, moving along the length in a similar fashion to how Spock was currently touching his own cock. The motion brought a heady, shaking moan from Spock’s throat. His hand paused in its movements and Leonard pushed himself forward into it again. Thrusting against Spock’s sensitive palm.
The thickest vine yet started to push its way forward. It felt different from the others. More of the same size as a human penis, but with a wider, slanted tip. It bumped forward, sliding out of Spock’s cloaca less gracefully than the other vines. Spock hissed as the freezing air of the sick bay hit the dark green flesh. The organic goop glistened on the length. It seemed to have less of its own mind than the other tentacles did. Instead, it was more firm, like the erect flesh of a human penis.
To his credit, Leonard didn’t appear to be grossed out by it. He didn’t shy away. Quite the opposite. Seeing it seemed to make him even more aroused. He released the vine in his hand, instead reaching for the new one. The first remained around his wrist and pulled his hand eagerly toward the other. As soon as those calloused hands touched him, Spock gasped. The sound quickly turned into a moan of utmost lust and pleasure. His hand completely stalled on Leonard’s cock.
“Leonard!”
“I gotcha, darlin’.”
“Leonard…”
“Shhhh, just relax.”
“Leonard –“
“That’s my name, sweetheart, don’t wear it out.”
The tone was teasing. Spock knew he was teasing. But something in him wanted to be good. So he hushed up. He was focused on not immediately releasing as soon as Leonard touched him. Both hands fell back down to the sides of the bed beside him, knuckles turning white as he held on. All six of his internal genital vines had extended now, all curling about around Leonard’s hands. Strings of slick roped between them and dripped all over the place. Spock trembled under the affections of the doctor, his eyes completely blown black. Vulcans had been described as ‘shark-like’ with the looks on their faces during coitus. He knew the look that must be on his face. The expression that must meet Leonard’s sweet gaze every time they locked eyes. It was a miracle he hadn’t left yet.
“My God, Spock,” Leonard huffed, shuffling himself closer so that his cock bobbed against the splayed petals of Spock’s cloaca.
Immediately, one of the smaller vines reached out and caressed his length. Leonard groaned several obscenities under his breath. Spock wasn’t sure how much longer either of them would last at this point.
Leonard curled his fingers inside, pressing against the base of one of the bundles of vines. He really was pulling out all the stops. Spock groaned, tipping his head back. The doctor shifted slightly, removing his hand from Spock’s writhing length. Spock opened his mouth to protest, but he didn’t have to. The next second, Leonard’s cock was rubbing up against the largest rope, held in place by the man’s hand. Spock let out a broken sob that was quickly hushed by Leonard’s lips pressing against his.
Some of the vines joined Leonard’s hand in stroking their lengths together. Whatever cool and collected pace they had before was completely forgotten as the doctor’s hand nearly frantically slipped up and down their lengths. His other hand was still inside Spock’s cavity, pressing against the sensitive flesh there. Spock’s thighs began trembling, one ankle moving to hook around Leonard’s leg as if to keep him in place. Kisses were pressed to his lips, cheek, jaw, up to his ears and then down to his neck, all before going right back up. They stopped then, at his ears, as Leonard’s hips jerked forward in his own grip. He had reached his peak. Hot stripes of his release splattered against Spock’s stomach and petals, joining the shimmering goop that was already there.
“Fuck,” Leonard breathed out, his head dipping down to rest on Spock’s shoulder as he continued to jerk them both off.
Just a few strokes later had Spock’s vines convulsing in his hand as he reached his own orgasm. Waves of thick, viscous fluid flowed out from the slanted tip of the largest appendage. Less spurting than Leonard, but more substance. Spock’s eyes closed tightly as he moaned through his release. Leonard’s hand stayed wrapped around the both of them as they panted, trying to regain their breath.
After several moments passed, Spock’s body started to relax, the vines softening and retreating into his cloaca. Pulling out of Leonard’s hand with a shudder, the largest moved back in first. The others curled in around it, brushing against the doctor’s hands. Spock shivered from overstimulation at the feeling. Leonard carefully and gently retracted his fingers. His entire hand was coated in the goopy slick from Spock’s body. He had the grace not to wipe it off immediately.
“Well,” Leonard chuckled as soon as he mostly had his breath back. “That was productive.”
Spock held back a laugh of his own. Allowed, however, was a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He took in the mess that they had both made. It was all over their legs, stomachs, and of course, all over Spock’s slowly closing petals.
“And messy,” Spock added, lifting up one of his hands and watching as the slick webbed between his fingers.
Leonard grabbed a few wet wipes from under the edge of the bed. Perks of being in the sick bay, Spock assumed. Cleanup was a longer process than it seemed that Leonard was used to. A simple wipe-down was not enough to remove the sticky mess left by Spock’s vines and ejaculation. It took several wipes, and Leonard tried not to laugh as he discarded wipe after wipe after just Spock’s legs alone. Eventually, though, the job was done.
The two made themselves presentable by changing into new regulation clothing and depositing their original outfits in the wash chute. They straightened out their hair, and Leonard got them each a glass of water. Just as they thought they were ready to leave the sick bay and return to the bridge, something caught Spock’s eye.
“Doctor, I believe you have a spot that my require some treatment.”
He reached up, fingertips brushing the side of Leonard’s neck. A dark hickey had come up where Spock had apparently bit down a little too hard. Leonard waggled his eyebrows teasingly, but healed it up with one of his many medical tools. Spock would make a point to come down and learn more about them sometime. They seemed quite handy.
“Better?” Leonard asked, eyebrows raised and hands out to his sides.
Spock confirmed that there were no other spots or anything else that would garner any unwanted attention. Before they stepped out of the door, Leonard leaned over and gave Spock a chaste kiss, lips just barely brushing against the other man’s. Then the door slid open with a hiss, and they stepped onto the turbolift. They made it back to the bridge all too quickly. Before the door opened, Spock brushed his index and middle finger against Leonard’s.
When the door swished open again, Uhura’s face was the first to greet them. She smirked to Spock, who gave her a look which basically begged her to be quiet. She smiled knowingly and turned back to her work deciding to keep the peace for now.
“Spock!” Kirk’s voice came from his seat. He was on his feet and at their side in a second. “I thought I told you to – Bones?”
“He’s fine,” Leonard said with a dismissive wave. “All his tests came back normal. Just another green-blooded mystery. Keep an eye on him, and if he starts acting antsy, just send him back down my way. There’s a bed with his name on it.”
Kirk didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t fight it. Instead, he just turned to Spock, a concerned look in his eyes. The worry was touching. Unfounded, of course, but touching.
“Spock?” Kirk repeated, putting his hand out and gripped Spock’s arm firmly. “Are you sure you’re up for this right now?”
“Quite sure, Captain,” Spock replied with a nod. “As Doctor McCoy stated, I am in perfect health.”
Kirk stared into his eyes, as if reading his soul. Spock sometimes wondered if he had Betazoid ancestry. It seemed as though he didn’t find anything in Spock’s eyes, though. No lie detected. The Captain gave Spock a squeeze, then a clap on his arm, before backing away.
“Alright then.” He gestured toward Spock’s seat loosely.
He walked back to his seat, Leonard following him. Spock watched intently as the good doctor began discussing something with Kirk. Whatever he had brought in before was back in his hands, and he was showing it to their captain. As if nothing even happened.
Although, Spock did catch that he angled himself so that it was easier for the Vulcan to watch as his hands moved around on the device. Ever the tease.
Spock turned back to his station, a fond smile on his lips.