Fic: Consort, Chapter 3

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Oh god, that smell. Wake up. Now.

Bacon. Bacon frying on the stove.

My man made me bacon. Goddamn.

Gotta get the hell outta bed and get me some. Wait, hit the head first. Pee wash brush spit hair looks like shit s'okay need me some bacon...

Damn he looks good. Cute apron. I should have combed my hair.

Baconbaconbaconbaconbacon

Grab ow hot pinch bite mm hmm...

Wait...

What the fuck is this?!

"What the...what is this?!"

"It is a vegan meat analogue. It is high in both protein and fiber but has none of the cholesterol and very little of the fat of its animal counterpart."

Man up, Kirk. Chew that shit and swallow and don't heave it back up. Good boy. Another bite. Chew. Goddamn I'm still chewing. This shit is fucking awful. Swallow. All right. Good job, brah.

"Not bad for fake meat."

"I have also prepared coffee."

Aw hell yeah. That's what I'm talking about. Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffee better not be fucking decaf.

Wash that shit down.

Ahhhhh...

"You look rested. I trust you are feeling well?"

"Fucking great. What you got going on today?"

"As my debriefing with Starfleet Command concluded yesterday, I expect to be able to spend the entirety of today in supervising the repairs to the science lab on board the Enterprise. I confess to a great deal of ambivalence regarding that task."

"Ambivalence, why?"

"While I look forward to our return to active deployment, I very much enjoy our time together here. Returning to space on board the ship will mean an end to what has become our normal mode of interaction."

Baconbaconbaconbacon aw goddamn chew chew chew fuck coffeecoffeecoffee drink ahhhhh better

"It's not gonna end, just change a little. Maybe I'll request a bigger bed for my quarters and we can shack up there."

"I appreciate the sentiment behind your suggestion, but it would be highly detrimental to the command structure were you to requisition a bunk larger than those of your crew simply for the purpose of sleeping with your first officer."

"Well, then, we'll just have to bunk one on top of the other. What do you think, Spock, are you more a top or a bottom sort of guy?"

snort

"I cannot say as of yet, but I expect, given the options, that it would be logical to be versatile."

SNORTSNORTSNORT ha ha that was fucking funny Spock's so goddamn funny whoopsie daisy here we go

"Why don't we figure out right now which one you prefer...?"

Let me rub this up against your ass do you like that do you here put that down let me hold you my hands on your hips my hard-on right up in your ass crack oh yeah my mouth on the back of your neck your ear

"Come back to bed with me."

and let me suck you fuck you

"Jim, I cannot. We cannot. You are still experiencing neural overload from our contact. It is prudent to wait until your mind is stronger."

"What if it never gets stronger?"

God he smells great. I'm so fucking hard push push oh yeah he likes that, I can feel it, he does, he likes me up against his ass, my hands on his hips, his sides, now his chest, press and squeeze and pinch a little, yeah he likes that too, pinch a little more, a little harder, yeah, whisper right in his ear...

"What if this is as good as it's ever gonna get? It's still fucking awesome, what we have, so come on and enjoy it with me."

"I...do not wish to injure you. I cannot."

His head is lying back on my shoulder as I pinch and stroke his chest, his eyes are closed, his cheeks flushing, and I know he's weakening. I press harder.

"But you are injuring me. With neglect."

kiss your ear that gorgeous ear yeah kiss you everywhere come on

"I'm Human, I need physical affection, and you won't even let me see you naked. How is that good for me?"

The pulse in his neck is going a mile a minute under my mouth and I know he wants it, he has to want it, come on...

"What if abstinence is frying my brain even worse than your dick would? Because I gotta tell you, I'm feeling pretty fried right now."

"You are very...persuasive. But your safety is paramount."

He turns in my arms to place his loosely around my waist in turn, and he kisses me uh-oh my knees buckle, I wasn't ready, goddamn what he does to me...

He is smiling in my head. "I regret that I must decline your most charming invitation."

snort

No wait, that's not funny; he just rejected me again.

GODDAMNIT

Game over, no dick today. I should have seen it coming.

"Spock, seriously. I want to have some say in this too. Why do you get to make the decisions? I mean, why don't I get any input into what is 'safe' for me or not?"

And he plays the card that always wins, the memory of me behind the glass, and I don't have anything more to say, and he knows it.

He takes one hand off my waist and slides it down the inside of my forearm to my wrist to trace the veins there with two fingers.

"James. I love you. There is nothing I would not do to protect you."

Great. Just fucking great.

"Fine. I'm taking a shower. Gotta get ready for more interviews with the brass."

I turn on the tap in the shower and turn off the tap in my head so I can jack off in peace without him knowing.

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