Allow Disruptions to Deepen Your Concentration

Courtesy of bookdragon01

“Kirk here,” the Captain said, lifting his head only enough to respond to the hail from Engineering. His lips were barely off Spock’s stomach, just inches above the places he had already marked with darkening green splotches.

“Aye sir,” Scotty’s voice responded. “Might you come down my way when you have a free minute?”

“Is it an emergency?” Jim asked automatically before silently sucking another mark into Spock’s skin.

“Not at all, sir,” Scotty said. “Have an idea I’d like to be running by you.”

“Sure thing, Scotty. As soon as I have the time,” Jim said. “Kirk out.” He smiled up at Spock who was gasping for air, staring at Jim with wide black eyes, a look of pleading on his face. “You are getting desperate,” Jim said, licking Spock’s skin. Spock could barely nod in agreement, hoping Jim would hurry with what he was doing. “Oh no. We aren’t hurrying through this,” Jim informed him, sucking another hickey over his hip bone.

“You are spying on me,” Spock whispered, his hands holding more tightly to the headboard where Jim had directed him to place them.

Jim shrugged, shifting slightly so he could reach Spock’s unmarked hipbone, ignoring his pulsing erection. “Kirk here,” he said once again.

“Captain,” Sulu said. “You have to see this!”

“What’s that?” Kirk asked before biting the tight skin over Spock’s hipbone. Not hard enough to really hurt but with enough force to leave an impression.

“It’s… well… it could be a new Seyfert Galaxy. Or it might be a Protoplanetary Disk.”

“Is it posing a danger to the Enterprise?” Jim asked before kissing his way up Spock’s taut body, licking a firm nipple on the trip.

“No sir. It’s… strange. Do you know where the Commander is?” Sulu asked, his enthusiasm not waning at all.

“Yes. He’s busy,” Kirk said with a smile just for Spock.

“Oh. Oh God. I’m sorry.” They could hear the connection terminate on Sulu’s end followed by blessed silence.

Jim bit Spock’s faintly green nub, eliciting a low moan from him. //T’hy’la.// Spock could barely form the thought, all of his blood rushing to further harden his erection. //Please.//

“In due time,” Jim promised with a soft laugh, kissing his way back down Spock’s writhing body. He was just about to lick the moisture from the tip of Spock’s weeping need when the computer alerted them once again. “Kirk here,” he said before licking up the side.

“Jim,” McCoy said, that single word signaling the coming storm.

“Hey Bones. What’s up?”

“You were supposed to be down here an hour ago. What the hell?” Bones demanded.

“I thought that was tomorrow,” Jim said, licking over Spock’s erection just so he could hear him moan and he shifted.

“You know damn well it’s today. What the hell are you doing?”

“I’ll come tomorrow. I’m a little busy right now,” Jim responded, licking Spock again.

“Don’t make me tell Spock,” Bones warned.

“There is no need, Doctor,” Spock replied for himself, sounding almost normal but not quite.

“Fine,” Bones said in a hard voice. “Get him down tomorrow or you’ll both be sorry.”

“Understood,” Spock said. They heard the Doctor disconnect, Jim taking Spock’s tip into his mouth. “Computer,” Spock said in a strained voice. “Route all non-emergency communications to recording.”

“Confirmed,” the computer responded.

Jim looked up at Spock with laughter in his eyes, his mouth busy making Spock crazy with need. It didn’t take especially long for Jim’s expert attention to satisfy Spock, the orgasm hard and delicious.

Jim was kneeling next to Spock’s hip when his eyes fluttered open to look up at his t’hy’la. “Welcome back,” Jim whispered, kissing Spock’s forehead after licking his ear.

“Mmm…” Spock sighed, something he couldn’t imagine doing before he fell in love with his Captain.

“Are you going to pay me back when you have the energy?” Jim asked, teasing him.

“Perhaps,” Spock said, reaching out to pull him on top of his warmer body. He always enjoyed the weight of Jim on top of him, making him feel safe, secure, and loved.

“I’ll take it,” Jim said, grinding his firm erection into Spock’s stomach.

“Why did you not route all communications to recording before we started?”

Jim shrugged, kissing Spock before answering. “You don’t think I can successfully multi-task?”

“If anyone is capable, it is you, sir. However, some tasks are best done with complete focus.”

“And sometimes, Commander, disruptions can deepen your concentration,” Jim said with a laugh. “You have any complaints about how I accomplished my most recent assignment?”

“None what-so-ever,” Spock assured him, flipping them over and accomplishing his own very important assignment to the Captain’s enthusiastic approval.