Starry Night

by Acidqueen; rated NC-17
Thanks to K'Chaps for the beta! All remaining errors are mine :)
FB: a.q @ gmx.de
Author's Note: Written for the Side by Side Advent Calendar.
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns Star Trek, I own my brain. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made.
Summary: Fun on a space station before Christmas.

Therefore, the high, translucent dome of the station's top level was brightly illuminated by artificial stars, moons and snowflakes, much to the delight of crew and captain. Only a certain first officer tried to feign ignorance. Forced to accompany his superior on a pleasure trip, as Kirk had called it, he walked at his side while they steered through the crowded level, along the shops, malls and restaurants that were situated there.

"Do you have anything special in mind?" Spock finally asked.

"Yes," Kirk said and directed Spock through a rather hidden door into a staircase.

"This is not a public area," Spock said with a light frown.

"But it's also not off-limits," Kirk said with a grin. "Come on." He fleet-footedly jogged up the stairs, and Spock saw little other choice than to follow him.

At the end of it, there was another door with an old-fashioned handle. Kirk pressed it slowly and cautiously opened the door.

"Nobody's here," he said, after peeking around the edge. "Go on, Spock."

Spock passed through the door onto a metal ceiling next to the outer wall of the dome, with fabulous view of the decoration. It was as if they had stepped right into a starry sky.

"It's great, isn't it?" Kirk said from behind, slinging his hand around Spock's right hip. His lips were close to Spock's ear, nudging its lower side.

"Impressive," Spock said. "How did you learn about this area?" Far below their feet, dozens of little spots were dancing in chaotic pattern.

"I've got my connections," Kirk whispered. His right hand began opening Spock's fly, while his left dived into Spock's waistband to loosen the Vulcan's shirt.

"Jim..." Spock said hesitantly. "I doubt that this is the right place for such a behavior."

"Oh, this is the perfect place for it," Kirk said and brought his left palm to Spock's stomach, shoving the shirt upwards. "Much better than our cabins, where people stomp in whenever they feel like."

"Nobody stomps into the captain's quarters without announcement," Spock said slightly amused. "Not even the doctor."

"Well, maybe they don't stomp..." Kirk's hands had finally managed to open the fly, and the captain was distracted from speaking by the attempt to get Spock's pants and underwear out of the way. "But people keep calling me...or you...no matter the hour."

"Which is their responsibility," Spock stated.

"Of course. But don't you agree that it's rather inconvenient at times?" The pants wandered over Spock's hip, leaving the Vulcan's backside bared to the warm air.

"I do," Spock said and tried to turn, but Kirk stopped the movement.

"No, just stay this way. Keep looking at the stars. They're ours tonight."

"But this is a rather one-sided situation."

"Yes, I'm taking advantage of you, my love. Just put your hands on the handrail and I'll take care of everything else."

Spock took the handrail as ordered. "People might see us," he said in another weak attempt to direct Kirk's energy into something else - although he had to admit that he felt quite swept away by it, his mind light-headed and ready to enjoy the situation.

"It's too far away," Kirk replied, his fingers running over Spock's lower body in erratic lines. "We can do anything here tonight." He pressed his covered groin against Spock's ass, teasingly rocking his hips. Their breathing quickened with every movement.

Finally, Kirk went down on one knee behind Spock. "Spread your legs."

Spock tried but found the half-lowered pants impeding his movements.

With a certain impatience, Kirk edged the pants down all the way, then made Spock step out of the boots and removed the clothes. It left the Vulcan feeling bare and vulnerable. It also made him question his sanity and that of his captain, for stripping in a semi-public place might endanger both their careers.

It also made him yearn for being touched everywhere.

"You feel so good," Kirk said behind him, his fingers once again roaming over Spock's skin. One fingertip moved along the crack teasingly, then hands spread Spock's cheeks and a tongue touched his back entry.

Spock briefly closed his eyes, tightly clamping the handhold. He had only been touched like this once before, and that had been in the privacy of his own room and he still felt very unsure about the situation and the feelings connected with that special touch. But here, he thought, opening his eyes to the brightness of the electrified stars, here it was the most unexpected, illogical thing to happen.

He spread his legs farther and bent lower to allow Kirk's tongue an even better entrance.

For a while, his sole reality consisted of the stars in front of him and Kirk's soft touches at his rear that began alternating with a teasing finger, until the feelings suddenly got too strong. He snapped up and turned around, grabbing Kirk and pulling him into a deep kiss. His hands tore at the shirt, ripping the material in the way. Between them, two erections fought their way together.

"Slow down," Kirk gasped as Spock took him into a bone-cracking embrace, strong limbs everywhere. He had grown to Spock's sudden outbreaks that were more like a displacement activity than simple arousal. But he'd also learned that he needed to keep Spock in check in such moments or he might well get hurt.

With effort, Spock loosened his grip a fraction. "I apologize," he said. "It's just..." He pulled further away, his hands coming to rest on Kirk's hips.

"I know. Too much of a good thing." Kirk leaned forward and kissed Spock thoroughly. His fingers were all over the Vulcan's chest, taking hold of the nipples. He rolled them between forefingers and thumbs, until Spock moaned. Between them, his still covered hard-on was begging to get out and meet its partner.

"Open my fly," Kirk whispered.

He could feel Spock's hands shake, but the fly went open quickly and his erection jumped out. Reaching down, he took hold of both their members, clutching his fingers around them, meeting Spock's on the way. While the two hands frantically worked between their bodies, they touched each other with their free ones, kissing and whispering their names into the steady noise of the station's inhabitants.

When they came, they saw stars all around, even with closed eyes.

"Jim," Spock whispered afterwards, stroking Kirk's face. The human's lips caught two of his fingers, sucking in the digits before releasing them again. Their eyes met in love and satiation.

"Let's get back down." Kirk rearranged his clothes. "Looks like I need a new uniform," he added as he realized the fabric dangling at his sides.

"I will buy you a shirt here," Spock said apologetically, donning his pants and boots. "I didn't feel it ripping."

"No problem." With one boot, Kirk distributed their joined semen over the metal floor in wet smears.

"Shouldn't we clean it up?" Spock asked.

Kirk laughed and shook his head. "No. It'll just dry and add to the flavor of the place."

They went back towards the staircase, where Kirk removed a little strap from the door's handle.

"You had it secured?" Spock asked with a risen brow.

"Sure. I'm not green." Kirk grinned and stashed the strap in a hidden pocket of his uniform pants.

"Some day, Captain," Spock said as they went down to the public level again, "I would like to hear the full story behind this place."

"Some day I might tell you," Kirk said with a wink, briefly squeezing Spock's arm before they went out to join the crowd again.

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