Kirk/Spock Advent Calendar 2006

Winterwonderworld

by T'Sihek; FT, rated NC-17
Beta-read by Chris and Starshadow, and I thank both for their help and especially for the wonderful suggestions on the plot Starshadow gave me. If you find some remaining mistakes, you can have them, if you want.
Disclaimer : I don't own the guys and girls of Star Trek, but the story is mine. And there is no profit made except fun. If you're offended by same-sex-relationships, or not allowed to read such stuff, please leave now.
Summary: Kirk and Spock are spending a Christmas shore leave together in the snowy forests of the Rocky Mountains.
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Never before in his life he had seen such an amount of snow and the white, quiet surroundings fascinated him. He was driving rather slowly, so he could admire the view of the snow-laden branches of the trees. And once more he asked himself why he had agreed to drive up to where he was now.

Not much time had passed by since Captain Kirk had taken over command of the Starship Enterprise--eight point two months, two days and some hours to be precise. Not only had he taken command, he had also managed to break into Spock's hitherto quiet and lonely life like a veritable hurricane.

Spock still was the only Vulcan in the Fleet and prejudices and misunderstandings had kept him from being really a part of the crew. In addition to that, Pike had done very little to help him to integrate himself among the Humans. As an result Spock had found himself confronted with a life full of loneliness and he had started to spend his spare time in his quarters, although he had wished not to do so. He had had no other choice. No matter what he did to try to make a friend failed.

Kirk changed that--in an instant--by helping Spock to leave his self-created isolation. At first Spock had managed to stay out of Kirk's proximity. Kirk confused and fascinated him at the same time--a condition rather uncomfortable for the disciplined Vulcan. But the Human captain didn't give up. Spock's almost arrogant behavior couldn't keep him away, as Spock had assumed and as he was used to from his colleagues. On the contrary.

He almost shocked Spock when he changed his tactics on the fifth evening of his command.

Spock was--as always--sitting at a small table in one of the private niches of the mess, eating his dinner. He didn't look up when someone approached his table. Only when Kirk started talking to him and sat down did he raise his head. He still could remember Kirk's gentle smile.

Spock couldn't tell what they had talked about--it wasn't ship's business or anything else important. They just talked.

But the fact Kirk had chosen him as a companion for dinner started a small flame of hope inside the Vulcan.

A few minutes later the new CMO--McCoy--also sat down. Now the table appeared to be too small for the three of them and they changed to another one in the center of the room. After finishing their meal Kirk had refused to leave as McCoy had done. Spock had been alone with the fascinating and confusing Human. He didn't recognize the other crewmembers talking quietly around them. The sight of the hazel eyes kept all his attention bound.

Kirk's question was unexpected--harmless as it was--but had left him speechless. He just nodded. Before he could react Kirk had fetched a three-dimensional-chessboard from another table and was already setting up the pieces. On this first evening they had played for hours and Spock had felt the spell Kirk had laid over him.

His own reaction frightened him so he hid himself in his self-created Vulcan sanctuary again. Kirk didn't go along. He insisted on Spock's presence in his spare time, engaging the Vulcan in typical Human leisure activities. They often played chess, or worked out together in the gym. Sometimes they just talked or watched the stars go by.

Soon it was a common sight for the crew to see the two of them together. Gossip rose and died down, orders came and went by. Together they lived through easy or dangerous situations and with each day, Kirk gained the crew's trust more and more--and Spock's.

Spock decided to stay in San Francisco--no one awaited him on Vulcan. Sarek still was refusing to talk to him and Amanda would only suffer under the situation between father and son if he visited them.

When they had reached Earth's orbit and the ship was officially handed over to the orbital dock technicians, Kirk had invited him to the small cabin he had rented from a friend deep in the snowy forests of the Rocky Mountains. Spock had declined. Kirk waited a few days, then sent another invitation, complete with some suggestions for the journey which caught Spock's curiosity. At first Spock also wanted to deny this second one, too.

But then, alone in the small room near headquarters, the day before Christmas, Spock changed his mind. He packed his luggage, looked for the instructions Kirk had added to his invitation and left the room.

Of course he could have beamed directly to Kirk. Instead he followed the Human's advice to take the 'ancient' car Kirk had rented for him in the next village in the neighborhood, and drove the rest of the way.

Sure, it was illogical and un-Vulcan, but it was a fact. Spock had long stopped denying to himself the truth about his feelings toward the Human captain: Kirk was the light and he was the moth, it was that simple.

He didn't dare to think about what might happen during the next few weeks. He just hoped their friendship would get a chance to grow and deepen. Kirk was offering him something Spock couldn't refuse. He denied it, but he knew emotions. And loneliness.

He knew what it meant to spent the nights alone, staring at the walls. He knew what it meant to have no one to talk or be silent with.

Kirk had broken through his walls of dignity and shyness. Smiling, the Human had forced his way into Spock's life, had turned down the covers of Vulcan upbringing and Vulcan control and Spock had given him his life and his soul in return.

Suddenly the village appeared behind a curve. A few hundred houses snuggled themselves against the forest. They looked as if they came right out of another century. The modern view of cities and capitols had seemed to pass by this peaceful settlement.

Driving through the streets, he nevertheless detected well hidden hints of modern life. Only a few passengers were on the streets and almost no one was really interested in him. He was recognized, but ignored in a friendly undemanding way.

Spock left the village on a small, snow covered path. Only a few tread marks told him it was used regularly.

A few minutes later he arrived in front of the rather big cabin. Smoke was ascending from the chimney, but the windows were dark and there was no answer when he knocked at the door. Hesitantly he tried to open it, but it was locked.

Spock turned and took a look around at the deeply snow covered clearing. Right next to the cabin there was a small hut filled with wood for the fire-place. Many footprints told of an inhabitant, but there was no sign of him.

Suddenly not sure any more if he really was welcome, Spock went back to the car. Then he heard a strange sound. Turning he saw Kirk, clad in thick thermal clothing and a big backpack coming right out of the forest on cross-country skis.

He stopped in front of Spock. His face was flushed from the winter cold and his eyes were beaming with the familiar warmth. Spock calmed down when he saw it. "Spock! So you received my message. I'm glad you finally came here."

"Please, call me 'Jim'. We're not on duty out here," he smiled. Spock just nodded and followed Kirk, who glided to the house and took off his skis. He gave a low cough when the cool air struck his lungs.

"Come inside, Spock. I guess you have to get used to the cold. And surely you're tired from the journey. It would have been more comfortable to beam right here, but I'm glad you followed my advice to drive up here, especially with this car. I guess it would be a fascinating experience for you to be forced to travel by this rather slow pace, even when it's just from the next village a few miles away. I knew these cars 'look' old but they aren't. They are really modern despite how they look. And having time to look around while on the trip, one can enjoy the view of the snowy forest. It is wonderful and seems magical. I wanted you to see that. Sam and I used to call the scenery a 'winterwonderworld', especially now at Christmas."

Spock obeyed him. Kirk seemed to be relaxed and more at ease than a few days ago on the ship. The 'magic' result of the 'winterwonderworld', as Jim had called it? Spock couldn't tell. He even couldn't see the logic in proclaiming a few snow-laden branches to be 'magic'.

In the doorframe he stopped and once more took a view of the clearing and the trees. An unrealistic, dreamlike mood enlightened everything, as if nature also was looking forward to Christmas. Really a 'winterwonderworld'?

Tightening his shoulders, Spock went inside the house and shook his head. He definitely was in need of mediation.

Following Kirk at once he was surrounded by a pleasant warmth. In the small entrance room they took off their thermal clothing and then went inside. Spock took a look around at the living room.

It was furnished simply but invitingly: some cabinets, shelves full of books, a large wooden table with comfortable looking wooden chairs and a large open fire-place. A bright, blazing fire was burning there.

An already richly decorated fir tree stood beside the table. The multicolored glass balls and genuine candles caught Spock's view. Fascinated he watched the sparkling reflections the fire cast on the globes. A faint smell of evergreen and spice was in the air.

In front of the fire-place an inviting sofa and several padded arm-chairs waited to be used. Next to them was a small table with a three-dimensional chess board. Four open doors led to the other rooms: a small but well furnished kitchen, two sleeping rooms and a bathroom.

Kirk had vanished into the kitchen where he unpacked his backpack. Spock could hear him work and soon the smell of spice tea and coffee came out of the kitchen, mingling with the spicy scent of the fir tree. Spock brought his luggage to the unused sleeping room and then went to the kitchen.

Kirk handed him a cup filled with hot tea and pouring himself a cup of coffee he gestured to the sofa. "Let's sit down and relax." When they had made themselves comfortable, he went on: "I had gone to the village to buy some food when I saw you driving by. It seemed as if you knew the way up here."

"You added a very detailed description to your invitation. I just followed the instructions."

Spock just nodded and also sipped from his aromatic tea. "Do you own the cabin?"

"No. I borrowed it from a friend. I often come up here and the people in the village know me as 'Jim Kirk'. They're friendly and not interested at all in who I am or what my business is as long as I'm just a part of them. It is very relaxing to leave the activities of San Francisco behind sometimes. Not far away from the house, there is a hidden lake which is perfect for swimming and fishing in summer."

Silently Kirk watched him, while he drank his coffee. He liked the handsome, graceful and proud Vulcan. From the first moment on there had been something special between them, something that pulled him to this mystery man. It wasn't easy to gain his trust and still there were a lot of things Kirk didn't understand or know about Spock. Well... perhaps there would be one or two opportunities during the next few weeks to learn more about him. Kirk was eager to look behind the mask of Vulcan discipline. He was sure there was a treasure hiding there.

Kirk smiled when Spock put his emptied cup in his lap and started to doze with half-closed lids. He looked like a comfortable cat on a cold winter eve in front of a fire-place.

Spock was not a cat, but his natural grace never failed to remind Kirk of one. Not to mention the elegantly upturned ears. And the rest... well... it was winter, it was cold and they were indeed sitting in front of a fire-place.

The warmth and the sound of the fire helped Spock into a light trance. Never before he had done so in the presence of another person. But Kirk had something that always put Spock at ease, giving him a feeling of safety. And more...

Spock didn't react when Kirk took the cup, undid his boots and laid the long legs onto the sofa. The moment he was covered in a warm woolen blanket, he was asleep.

Smiling, Kirk watched the resting Vulcan. The journey and the cold seemed to have exhausted him more than he would admit. And the stress of the last weeks had also put their strain on him. Well, now there was time to relax.

Spock got up and went over to him. Fascinated he watched Kirk working, enjoying the unfamiliar look of his captain preparing vegetarian pasta for their dinner. "Can I lend you a hand?"

Spock nodded and Kirk gestured to one of the cabinets next to the big table. "Over there you'll find what we need. Take this can of juice with you, please."

Kirk handed him said can and when Spock took it, their fingers brushed slightly. A tremor shot through the Vulcan's fingers and he had a hard time not letting the can fall down. He was relieved when Kirk gave no sign of noticing anything wrong.

Silently Spock set the table. He was familiar with this task because it was something he had had to do often in his childhood. So he had enough time to think about what had just happened. He was a touch telepath, as all Vulcans were. That was a fact but nevertheless there was no explanation for the warm and tender tremble that had run over his spine. Again and again, he glanced at Kirk.

Kirk was rather fast and the dinner was ready long before Spock expected it to be. They ate silently and Spock really enjoyed the taste of the pasta. It was in fact much better than the replicated food on the ship.

Kirk grinned at him. "My mother taught me some useful tricks. Do you like the meal?"

Kirk hesitated a moment, then decided to follow his curiosity. "This is the first shore-leave you accepted since I took command. And the first holiday at all. May I ask why?"

Kirk sighed and put his fork aside. "I mean, I've invited you before to accompany me on shore-leave, but you never did. Please, don't get me wrong. I'm glad you're here. I'm just curious 'why' you at last decided to come."

Spock averted his eyes and it took a few moments before he found an answer. Why did he come? He hadn't thought about a reason, he just decided to follow the invitation, back there alone in that room... at Christmas.

"There is no particular reason. For Vulcans it is illogical to spend leisure time on shore-leave, especially not by exhausting oneself with activities like 'bar-hopping'. Vulcans also do not celebrate 'holidays'. Daily mediation is an adequate way to reestablish one's efficiency. It's a way I'm used to and that I prefer."

"I see." Kirk barely suppressed his disappointment. Spock's answer sounded as if he wanted to leave again, soon.

Spock, watching the Human carefully now, saw the flicker of emotions on the soft features. He went on, revealing thoughts he hadn't really noticed on his mind before he spoke them out loud. "But I've got to confess you made me curious. You told me about 'Christmas holidays' on the ship and I decided to follow advice my mother gave me a long time ago."

"She told me to get used to the customs of her people whenever there's a possibility for me to do so. Especially taking part in such emotional holidays as 'Christmas'."

"Interesting advice--but it sounds as if she and you were something special among other Vulcans." Completely baffled, Kirk stared at him, his thoughts racing. He could barely remember a certain fact about Spock he had found in the Vulcan's files, but at that time he had paid no particular attention to it. Perhaps he should have.

Spock hesitated for a moment and looked for a hint in the Human's open face. Was he serious or was he joking? Kirk surely knew who he was. This data could be found in his personal file. "I'm indeed an exception among my people as I'm not a full-blooded Vulcan. My mother is Human."

Kirk watched him, clearly puzzled. He hadn't paid much attention to this information. So Spock was half-Human, but had been raised as a Vulcan as it seems. "I beg your pardon, Spock. I've read your personal file but I guess I've ignored that fact because of your Vulcan appearance." Facts like place of birth or parents are not on the list of my premier interests. Things like character, talents and skills are much more important to me. I should look out for details better in the future, he thought.

Silently Spock nodded and concentrated again on his dinner. A lump was forming in his throat and again he felt the familiar distance between him and Humans. Especially to this Human.

Although he was half-Human and had lived among them for some years now, it still was hard for him to understand their way of thinking. They often were so emotional, so superficial, not interested in personal facts and details. They concentrated on visible aspects and prejudices, forcing him away by doing this. Forcing him to live as what he seemed to be: a Vulcan. Of course he adopted that way of living, because with his telepathic skills he had to learn a certain amount of self-control and discipline. But he also wanted to open himself in the Human way. He was given no choice.

Kirk's reaction once more put him back behind his self-built walls and disappointment rose within him.

Kirk watched him more thoroughly than Spock had assumed and during the past months he had had enough opportunities to do so. Because of that it was easy for Kirk to recognize the hurt and disappointment in the serene features when Spock again hid himself behind his Vulcan walls. Heaven! What must this man have had to go through to became this much unsure and lonely? Just one wrong word, one uncontrolled phrase and Spock flinched as if he had been burned...

Kirk sighed low and returned his attention to his meal. It had been just small-talk. What had gone wrong? Furious with himself Kirk bit his lower lip. He knew Spock wasn't integrated into the crew very well. Pike himself had told him the fact that Spock always preferred to spent his off-duty time alone in his cabin.

In the meantime the officers and crew-members treated him as one of them, without curious glances or low whispers. They behaved much better than Pike's team had ever done. But why was Spock still alone most of the time? Because he wanted it this way? Or because he still had no other choice? Was this really the first time he was invited to spend a holiday among Humans? He had been an officer for more than eleven years no, not counting his time at the Academy. Had he been forced to act and live as a Vulcan because of prejudices and superficiality? Knowing his own people, Kirk didn't want to deny that possibility. Kirk looked up and watched the Vulcan eating quietly. Even now every movement was precise and elegant--Kirk could find no better matching expression.

Of course they often played a game of chess or two, usually in the mess or in his quarters. Or they did their weekly workout together. But that was all.

Some scenes rose in his mind: Spock, ignoring the crew's low gossip that stopped whenever he entered a room. Had it been about him?

Spock's tightened shoulders whenever his 'Vulcaness' was mentioned--in a positive or negative way.

The unreadable features of the Vulcan when he left a room after his colleagues--alone. Kirk guessed that Spock was much lonelier than he ever would admit, and that he was suffering because of that.

Kirk was aware that Vulcans didn't want to be touched. This time it seemed to be the best way of acting to reach the withdrawn Vulcan. Without hesitation Kirk reached for the slender hand and held it in a tender grip when Spock instinctively retreated. A pair of surprised brown eyes met his and for a moment he was lost in them. Spock could tell so much with his eyes alone, much more than Humans could.

"Spock, please accept my apologies. I really knew nothing about these facts and they're not important to me. It is not necessary for me to know your race. You alone are important to me and I wish to gain your trust. Please, give me a chance to learn more about 'you'."

Spock was lost in the hazel eyes and the sensations the cool hand caused in his body. Very slowly he understood what it was Kirk wanted to tell him. He blinked and looked away.

Kirk offered him more than he ever dared to hope for. On Vulcan he had been judged because of his mixed genetics, among Humans because of his 'Vulcaness'. Never was anyone interested in 'himself', who 'he was' or what 'he thought'.

Spock had finally learned to accept it and buried his grief deep within him. On the outside he presented the stoic self-control he was supposed to have, while his soul was shattered piece after piece.

And now, after so many years alone there was this Human who just ignored everything. Spock could sense that Kirk really was interested in him, that he offered him something Spock never had dared to even dream about.

Kirk laughed, shortly and bitterly. "Yes, you trust my decisions as an officer under my command. But this is not what I ask of you, Spock. I know you're lonely. I want to change that because you fascinate me. Never before have I met anyone like you, any being more important to me. I wish to be your friend. Do you understand?"

Spock just looked at him and he felt in these moments of fire and ice something was changing between them. "Yes, Jim."

Kirk nodded and petted his hand, then let it go. "Finish your meal before it's cold, Spock." Again it was the easy tone he often used to calm the nervous Vulcan down, allowed him to return to covering himself in well-known routine.

On Vulcan it would have been much easier, but no Human was aware of the thoroughly hidden world of Vulcan sexuality. Spock even supposed no one would believe him. He suppressed a bitter smile while he mused about the well-established bisexuality of his people. Only by strict discretion was it possible to hide this typical behavior from the eyes of outworlders. It would be enough for them to just really 'look' once and the fairy-tale about the 'untouchable Vulcans' would be gone forever.

Spock felt those instincts as did every Vulcan. He longed for a companion, a t'hy'la. Jim had offered his friendship, could he be even more to him? Could Jim be his t'hy'la, could he be able to quench his passion?

Of course, Spock was informed about Kirk's countless affairs and often enough he had--because of his better hearing--unwillingly witnessed one of the encounters next door. There had never been a man among these bed-partners although Spock wasn't sure at all about Gary Mitchell.

It was not enough to override his doubts. This man was the first person ever, not counting his mother, who accepted him as he was. The trust he granted Spock was much too valuable for him to risk it. And once more he decided to be content with what he already had: a look, a smile, a simple touch on the back or on the arm...

It was not much, compared with his burning longing for more, but it had to be enough.

Spock, knowing that Kirk liked real coffee very much, had already finished preparing breakfast when Kirk left the bathroom.

"Good morning, Spock. Following earth customs?" he teased while he helped himself to a cup of coffee and sipped it with delight. "I think I could get used to this every morning. Merry Christmas to you, too."

"I'm wondering where the water comes from. It isn't replicated, is it?" Spock asked when they sat down.

Kirk smiled at him, while Spock poured himself some tea. "Jason, my friend who owns the cabin, had found a natural spring not far away. He used the opportunity and had the water piped in. It is warmed with solar energy. A surprising luxury out here in the wilderness, isn't it?"

Kirk enjoyed talking about everything with Spock, without creating an uneasy silence at any time. It wasn't important what themes they came up with, they always found something to discuss.

While doing so now he used the opportunity to watch the Vulcan at length. He was fascinated by the play of light on the black cap of silken hair and he mused about how it would feel under his touch. Spock had to speak to him twice before he reacted.

Kirk's intense gazes didn't go unnoticed by Spock and they roused a tingling longing in him. As fast as possible he finished his meal and Kirk did the same. Between them a tension was building both could feel. But neither of them dared to act on it. The fear of destroying their new and still-fragile friendship was too big.

They did the dish-washing together again. Kirk handed a wet plate over to Spock and he took it without looking. Their hands touched and both retreated immediately when they felt something similar to an electric shook.

Kirk lifted his head and searched the Vulcan's eyes, but Spock looked away after a short moment. His fear of losing everything still was evident.

Kirk hesitated, then, with his characteristic intuition he acted. For the tiniest moment there had been 'something' in the eyes of the Vulcan. Did Spock feel the same longing night after night?

Kirk was very aware of his feelings for Spock, knew that Spock was much more to him than just a 'friend'. Well, he would find out. Now, before Vulcan discipline could close him out again. Now or never.

"Spock?" Slowly he approached the frozen Vulcan. Did he breathe? Only after Kirk took the towel did Spock look up.

Spock lost himself in the hazel eyes, felt himself lost in his longing. Everything within him forced him to flee the unbearable sexual tension but Kirk's gaze kept him captured.

Breathless he watched Kirk lifting a hand, barely touching his lips. Instinctively Spock copied the action, explored the Human's soft, full lips.

Kirk also was chained by those dark-brown eyes. There was a sudden sensuality in them that took away his breath and made him dizzy. He simply knew they both wanted the same thing.

Spock lifted one hand, the first two fingers stretched out. Without asking for permission he touched the back of Kirk's hand. He gasped, enjoying the sensations this simple caress woke in his body. Did Jim feel the same?

He was a touch telepath. The touch of hands was much more intimate for him than kissing was for Humans.

It seems as if Kirk understood this in that moment. Spock felt the hard grip of Jim's hands on his own. Without breaking their locked gazes, Kirk started to caress the slender, strong hands. He explored the soft skin, toying with the fingers, stroking over the back of the hand and the palm...

Watching Spock all the while, he could see how much the Vulcan was aroused by those simple touches.

Spock was trembling. His body was burning with desire and he longed to feel Jim's skin, to touch and to be touched. He could hardly think coherently because of the overwhelming sensations.

Almost out of his own will he followed Jim when he was led to the Human's sleeping room. It was warm in there and Spock barely noticed the burning fire in the small fire-place. His own fire burned much more. He could feel Jim's cool hands, touching his upper body, caressing the nipples under the shirt Spock was wearing.

Spock couldn't stand to be the only one who was touched. His hands rose and also started to explore the firm muscles of his new lover. Impatiently he pulled at Jim's shirt.

"I need to touch you, to feel you." Spock could only nod when he noticed Jim's roughly whispered demand. In the next moment he was divested of his shirt and he moaned low, feeling the cool hands on his hot skin. With trembling fingers Spock also undid Jim's shirt. The sensation of Jim's soft breath on his nipples made him close his eyes. He gulped.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked directly in Jim's face. Astonished he touched the familiar features, felt their deep friendship and the love this man felt for him. And deep within himself he felt matching emotions respond.

"I love you, Spock." Kirk sounded breathless and equally astonished about the depth of the mighty emotions he could sense radiating from Spock. Slowly, very slowly, he bent forward until their lips touched. It was their first kiss, the first time they answered their long denied mutual wish to do this.

He tasted the warm, slightly sweet and coppery flavor of Spock, shared his hot, soft breath. He explored the silken cavern of Spock's mouth, the tongue: narrower, somewhat longer than a human's, but of velvet-soft smoothness and firm as steel. Groped over the even teeth...

Spock allowed it, then repeated the caresses just as gently. When they parted after a long time, both were out of breath. They just looked at each other. Then Spock again tried to embrace his lover, but Jim retreated and as fast as possible he got off his clothes. Before Spock could react, he also was naked, his clothing removed by cool, tender hands.

Kirk looked at him, admired the view of the lean, strong body. He loved the cat-like grace, the strength Spock owned. Then something else captured his attention. He looked up and met Spock's eyes, dark with longing and arousal. "It seems you're insatiable."

Kirk laughed low and bent down. He nipped at Spock's lush lower lip, then kissed his way down to the already waiting nipples. Spock moaned and pressed himself against Jim, seeking as much skin-contact as possible.

Kirk could hardly believe that it was his doing that made the always controlled Vulcan actually writhe with need beneath him. Spock was even sweating, something Kirk never before had witnessed. He licked over the soft, slightly humid skin and decided that he liked the coppery and salty flavor. As he liked all of Spock.

His lips wandered lower, caressing the firm muscles of the flat abdomen, trembling with anticipation. For a moment he paused at the small navel, thoroughly exploring it.

Spock was losing his control. He didn't mind. That was what he wanted, what he had dreamt of for months. He knew he easily could override Jim but knowing so, it was even more arousing to let Jim dominate him. In fact, Spock wasn't sure if he was capable of standing at the moment. Jim's caresses set his body on fire. His skin was sensitized in a way he never had experienced before. He couldn't tell where Jim was touching him. Everything was pure sensuality.

Jim stopped, tasting the strong flavor, visibly enjoying it. He looked up and watched Spock. His Vulcan lover was tense with anticipation, his eyes were pressed closed and his fingers clutched the sheets. He hardly breathed and his skin was glistening with a faint of sweat, covering both men with a hint of musk.

Then he put all his attention on the fully aroused shaft in front of him. It was pulsing with need, the color a soft green. It looked like a human one, but was a bit longer and had two ridges instead of one. Tenderly he touched the already glistening tip with his fingers. So soft... like the petals of a rose...

He started to caress it with lips and teeth, using his tongue to arouse the Vulcan even more. He didn't need to touch himself and he almost couldn't believe that touching the Vulcan was driving himself to climax. Never before he had experienced anything similar. He was drunken with lust.

It lasted an eternity that could have been a few seconds. Neither of them cared. Spock's head was tossing from side to side and he moaned frantically, while he felt his own climax rising. He gripped the Human's shoulders and cried out, when they stumbled over the cliff together.

Slowly Kirk snuggled himself closer against his lover. Smiling he looked at the equally exhausted and content look in Spock's face.

"That was the best Christmas present I ever had, Spock. Happy Christmas, my love."

Spock closed his eyes, while Kirk played with the disarranged bangs. He never imagined this dream of his could come true. He still could feel Jim's touches, felt the afterglow of the breathtaking ecstasy, they had shared.

And he could sense Jim's love for him. He didn't need to touch him to feel its intensity--because in the same way their bodies had found each other, so had their souls. Between them, a delicate, but nevertheless strong bond had begun to form.

Happy and astonished at the same time he turned his head and met the gaze of the soft hazel eyes that regarded him tenderly. There would never be any questions between them, no distance and no loneliness.