Want Need Desire Pt 2

Three weeks went by after their discussion, days filled with away missions and semi-hostile encounters and paperwork and briefings. It was also filled with no days off for any of the command crew. Finally deciding that no one could live like that, Starfleet conceded enough to allow them to meander across a barely inhabited region, minimal work undertaken by any of the crew, and the command staff were to spend the time away from their duties as much as they possibly could.

The first day of their enforced break was spent sleeping and catching up on personal business – eating real meals, responding to personal inquires, and for Spock and Jim – making love, slow and sweet, hot and passionate, quick and satisfying.

Jim went to bed before Spock that night, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. He was vaguely aware of Spock joining him some time later, and he scooted closer to the warmer body, absorbing his comforting presence.

“Wake up,” Spock’s voice said the next morning, a hard edge that was not normally present.

Jim’s eyes popped open, wondering automatically what the problem was. “What’s wrong? Are we under attack?” He was wide awake, sitting up on their bed, trying to listen for signs of danger. Their bond was quiet, no alarm coming from Spock’s thoughts. Jim was barely even aware of Spock’s mental activity.

“The ship is fine. It is time for you to be up, JT,” Spock said firmly, hands on his hips as he studied his bondmate. He was dressed in his customary off-duty attire, black pants and shirt, looking sexy and slightly foreboding.

“JT?” Jim asked with a frown.

“You need to get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You will then return here to me,” Spock ordered.

His tone and stance finally sunk into Jim’s brain. So it was today that it would start. He was submitting to Spock today. Now that he understood, he hastened to comply. Jim quickly left the bed, going to their bathroom to empty his bladder and brush his teeth. His heart was racing and his cheeks were fiery red but he would not back down now that Spock had issued the challenge. He had asked for this. The only remaining question was how he would handle it.

“I’m done,” Jim said when he returned, his voice carefully free of challenge. He was standing in front of Spock who was sitting in one of their comfortable chairs, studying his bondmate’s beautiful bare body.

Spock leaned forward slightly, fisting Jim’s semi-erect cock. “Did you touch yourself unnecessarily, JT?”

Jim shook his head, willing his erection to melt away. But Spock’s hot coaxing hand was giving his penis a will of its own. “No.”

Spock raised one eyebrow at the answer, looking up at him expectantly.

“No sir,” Jim amended to Spock’s nods. Spock’s thoughts which were available to him were only warm and loving, not cold or scolding as was his expression. It was an interesting dichotomy, one which Jim would have to sort out. Eventually.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” Spock asked casually as if he was not in the process of nearly bringing his lover to climax.

“Uhmmm….” Jim could only lick his lips, staring down at Spock’s hand, his hips thrusting forward by themselves. Spock free hand grasped his hip bone, stilling him.

“Coffee?” Spock repeated.

Jim shook his head, his breathing coming in snatches. “Later, please, sir?”

“Yes,” Spock agreed. He withdrew both hands, Jim gasping in loss.

“Please,” Jim said, his hips again thrusting toward Spock in unfulfilled need.

“I will decide when, JT. You will be allowed release, providing you deserve it.”

“Yes, sir,” Jim said quietly, standing still and staring down at his erection in quiet desperation.

“In the bottom most drawer of my bureau, there is a paddle and a cock ring. Go and get them and bring them to me,” Spock ordered.

“Yes sir,” Jim said, still breathless but for a different reason. A paddle. He hadn’t factored that into his consideration. And now that it was a possibility, what did he think? His brain was apparently concentrating only on his erection which was growing firmer instead of softer, all blood rushing to that particular part of his anatomy.

He opened the bottom drawer, taking out the small wooden paddle and the leather cock ring. He couldn’t even imagine where Spock had gotten them and knew now was not the time to be asking.

Jim returned to where Spock was sitting in the center of the loveseat, extending the paddle and cock ring silently to Spock, an offering and promise of humility. Spock accepted them with a nod, leaning a little forward to draw Jim closer with warm hands of his hips.

“Spread your legs,” Spock coaxed, caressing the inside of Jim’s thighs, one of his most sensitive areas. Strokes there never failed to elicit a response and Jim gasped at the touch. “Spread your legs, JT,” Spock repeated, a little firmer this time.

Jim moved his feet further apart, holding his breath as Spock reached between his thighs, very carefully fastening the cock ring around Jim’s erection.

“Is it hurting you?” Spock asked, rubbing his tummy above the caramel curls.

Jim’s tongue was peeking out between his slightly parted lips as he shook his head. Spock raised a warning eyebrow. “No sir,” Jim amended.

“If it gets too tight, you are to tell me,” Spock reminded hum.

“Yes sir,” Jim agreed.

“What is the safeword, love?” Spock asked, still stroking Jim’s hard stomach.

“Parking brake, sir,” Jim said.

Spock nodded at that. “And if you need to slow down, what will you say?”

“First gear, sir.”

“Yes,” Spock agreed. “Lay face down.”

Jim climbed onto the loveseat, draping himself across Spock’s lap, his bottom raised by Spock’s legs. His head was supported by a pillow Spock had placed at just the right position, his semi-rigid cock nestled between Spock’s thighs.

“Are you ready?” Spock asked, rubbing Jim’s hard mounds.

“Yes sir,” Jim agreed breathlessly.

“Ask me to begin,” Spock instructed, still petting his bottom.

“Please, love, will you spank me?” Jim asked firmly, only a little hesitant to voice what he knew he wanted. There was a pulse of approval and affirmation from their bond then it was quiet.

“I will, JT. Because you asked. And only because I love you,” Spock said. With that, Spock lifted his hand and landed it on Jim’s hard, muscular backside. Jim jerked slightly as the first blow landed, hard enough to make an impression on his skin and his mind but not so hard that he could not bear the thought of more. As Spock continued to hit him, the squirming becoming more pronounced in his unconscious effort to evade the hand hurting him. “You will lay still,” Spock warned, his left hand firmly in the middle of Jim’s back.

“Yes sir,” Jim said breathlessly, his voice breaking as Spock hit him with more force. God but it hurt. More than he had thought. Each time Spock hit him, the pain radiated up and out, spreading all over his body. His jaw hurt from clinching his teeth against crying out; his head was beginning to ache; and his ass was most definitely on fire. And his cock was rock hard, the ring the only thing stopping him from coming all over Spock’s thighs.

Fighting upstream against the pain was the realization that the spanking was slowing, the blows becoming lighter. That flooded him with relief. The pain was far greater than he had anticipated and he thought he had had enough for their first time.

“You did well, JT,” Spock said in approval, carefully rubbing over the very hot, very red skin of Jim’s swollen ass. He could see that there would be some hand shaped bruises left over after they finished and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that.

“Thank you sir,” Jim whispered with what breath he could spare to speak.

“We will rest a moment then we will begin with the paddle,” Spock told him.

“Oh,” Jim said, his anxiety leaking across the bond. “I thought… uhm… I mean….”

“Who is in charge?” Spock asked firmly.

“You are, sir,” Jim had to concede.

“You were given a chance to change your mind. You did not take it. Now is too late,” Spock reminded him, a hard pat on his hot skin reinforcing Spock’s intent.

“Yes sir,” Jim agreed softly.

“Do you want to ask me to stop?”

“No sir,” Jim said, the words out of his mouth before he actually took the time to consider his answer. Apparently the part of his brain that was craving this punishment was firmly in charge and he would not wrestle control back until it was satisfied.

“What do you want to ask me?” Spock asked.

“Will you spank me more, please sir?”

“Yes I will,” Spock agreed. “We will use the paddle this time.”

“Yes sir,” Jim said automatically.

“Is the cock ring hurting you, love?”

“Frustrating me, sir. Not hurting me,” Jim admitted. He could feel Spock’s humor through their bond, the warmth comforting to him.

Those thoughts fled to be replaced only with pain when Spock hit him with the paddle. This pain was sharper, hotter, worse. The hand-spanking was gentle compared to the hardness of the wood. The sound was louder, the blows intensified, the pain less easily contained.

“Please, sir,” Jim pleaded, trying to evade the paddle that was landing mercilessly on his abused ass. “Please stop.” The more he tried to avoid the blows, the harder they landed. He was being schooled in how to accept his punishment and he wasn’t entirely sure he would survive to master those lessons. “Please, sir, I don’t want any more,” Jim sobbed.

Those words, accompanied by Jim’s sob, were what Spock had been waiting for. He sat the paddle aside, helping Jim turn over so that he could cry against Spock’s shoulder. “You are all right, t’hy’la. I know that it hurts. You are okay,” Spock soothed, stroking Jim’s back in even strokes. He allowed his love and affirmation to flow down the bond, careful not to overwhelm his bondmate but sufficient to reassure him. “I am very proud of you.”

“You are?” Jim asked between sobs, embarrassed to be bawling like a small child. But he could not seem to help it. The pain had broken a dam he didn’t know existed and he was powerless against the flood of emotion. He hoped he wasn’t overwhelming Spock but he didn’t have the mental energy to fortify those barriers.

“I am certain, love. And I am not overwhelmed with your emotions. You need not worry about that. You did an excellent job,” Spock assured him, whispering into his ear.

“I did?” Jim asked, growing calmer but still clinging to Spock’s damp shirt.

“You did. And you are still aroused.”

“Yeah,” Jim said, sniffing. “Do I deserve for you to make love to me?”

“Yes, of course you do,” Spock said warmly. “Can you stand?”

Jim did it painfully, standing beside the love seat, hunched over slightly from the pain. It was making all of his muscles hurt, the worst in his back and ass.

He watched with glazed eyes as Spock shimmed out of his pants and shirt, laying on his back on the loveseat. Jim approached with hunger on his face and in his red, swollen eyes. He widened his legs when Spock reached between them, unsnapping the cock ring so that his erection could spring to full life. It was dripping pre-cum, ready to find completion.

“My goodness,” Spock said, touching Jim’s erection with one finger.

“I want you,” Jim said unnecessarily.

Spock nodded, pointing over his head where a box of tissues and the lubricant waited. “Blow your nose, then prepare me.”

Jim nodded, blowing his nose and wiping the tears from his cheeks. That done, he used the lubricant to thoroughly coat Spock’s erection that matched Jim’s in hardness. “I’m not the only one aroused by this,” Jim said, leaning down to kiss Spock’s mouth.

“The pleasure is mutual,” Spock admitted, watching Jim rub the extra lubricant on Spock’s stomach. “Do you want the lubricant inside your body?”

Jim shook his head at that, climbing onto the loveseat to straddle Spock’s hips. “I love you.”

“I know that you do,” Spock assured him, rubbing Jim’s thighs. “Take me in when you are ready.”

Jim nodded, biting his lower lip as he slowly descended onto the rigid cock of his love. The contact was painful but he didn’t mind. As he took more of Spock into his body, his head fell back and he moaned in pure pleasure. The heat radiating out from Spock’s erection was even greater than the heat of his spanked and bruised ass.

He paused briefly when Spock was fully encased inside him, the wiry hairs at the base of Spock’s penis scrubbing his raw skin. He didn’t mind that either. The pain was welcome in its own way, reminding him of the connection he had with his lover.

//You need to move, love,// Spock’s warm voice said across their bond.

//Am I hurting you?// Jim asked, his mind filled with love and pain and desire.

//No,// Spock assured him, reaching out for Jim’s hard erection.

“Ohhh…” Jim gasped when Spock grasped him. “Ohinthenameofthegods.”

“Will you move now?” Spock teased, stroking him slowly.

In answer, Jim began to raise up and down on the hardness inside of him, savoring the additional stimulation, especially when he swiveled his hips at just the right angle so that Spock rubbed up against his prostrate. That first touch nearly sent him over the edge, Spock feeling his building arousal.

“Do you wish to come?” Spock asked knowingly.

“God yes,” Jim agreed, the speed of his movements becoming faster and more desperate. “I need you.”

“You have me, love,” Spock said, stroking his cock more firmly, his hips lifting up to meet Jim as he descended, their rhythm in delicious and perfect counterpoint.

It was only moments later that Jim erupted onto Spock’s stomach, the reflective clinching of his muscles sending Spock over into bliss as well.

Jim collapsed on top of Spock’s unnaturally hot body, wanting to melt into his lover. “Oh gods,” Jim whispered into one perfect Vulcan ear.

“Agreed,” Spock answered, kissing him gently and wrapping his arms around his Human’s limp body. “Sleep.”

“’ou too,” Jim mumbled, asleep instantly.

Spock hadn’t been sure Jim would fall asleep, all too aware of the amount of pain he had inflicted on his t’hy’la. But it was apparently what he had wanted. Jim was completely relaxed on top of him, no residual tension lingering in his muscles. His mind was still, comforted by Spock’s physical and mental presence.

Certain that Jim slept, Spock allowed himself to drift into a light state of meditation.

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Spock returned immediately to full wakefulness when he felt Jim rouse on top of him. “I am here, t’hy’la.”

“Mmm…” Jim moaned softly. “God my ass hurts.”

“I know. I will contact the Doctor. Do you wish him to take the pain?” Spock asked gently, caressing his lover’s back.

“Mmm…” was Jim’s only response, squirming off of Spock to lay face down on the loveseat. “We need to clean up before he comes.”

“I will get us a cloth,” Spock assured him when he stood next to the loveseat, looking down at his t’hy’la. His ass was mottled red and blue and purple. Maybe he had hit Jim too hard and too many times.

“No,” Jim said, reaching back to rub his very sore ass. “Just right.”

“You have bruising,” Spock said, kneeling next to his hip to kiss his backside.

“Of course I do,” Jim said. “It won’t last long.”

Spock kissed him again before going over to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth and a towel. “Roll onto your side, love.”

Jim did it, facing Spock as he tidied Jim’s stomach. That done, Jim lay again face down, spreading his legs so that Spock could bathe his thighs.

“I apologize,” Spock said when he spread Jim’s mounds to dip between them. The touch hurt but Spock had no choice.

“’sokay,” Jim mumbled into his pillow, holding his breath until Spock removed his hands. “Thanks.”

“I will contact the Doctor and get you a cup of coffee.”

“Thanks,” Jim said, yawning.

“Don’t fall back asleep, love. The Doctor must come.”

“I’ll stay awake,” Jim promised. “Especially since you promised me coffee.”

“Indeed,” Spock said, making Jim laugh. Spock stopped by the intercom to request that Bones come before making Jim’s coffee.

It wasn’t long before Bones arrived, Spock dressed back in his previously discarded clothes, Jim still face down on the soft cushions.

“How are you doing?” Bones asked as he sat in one of the chairs close by the loveseat.

“Hurts,” Jim said with a shrug, looking up at him.

“I’ll bet it does,” Bones said, laying one gentle hand on the red and mottled skin. “Is it what you wanted?”

“Yeah,” Jim admitted reluctantly. “It hurts worse than I expected.”

“But not more than you wanted,” Bones added.

Jim only shrugged again, yawning.

“You worn out from it?” Bones asked.

“Little bit. You know.”

“Yes. Do you want me to relieve the pain?”

“No,” Jim admitted. “But I do want to be able to sit down.”

“You will. Tomorrow. If it’s still too sore, I can use the dermal-generator on it. But you should be just fine.”

“You sure?” Jim asked, rubbing over his own very sore ass.

“Pretty sure,” Bones said, touching him again. “Ice will prevent some of the bruising. But you hate ice.”

“Yeah,” Jim agreed, looking up at Spock. “Is the coffee ready?”

Spock shook his head at that, going over to get him a cup as well as one for the Doctor. Jim raised up on one elbow enough to drink his, watching Bones and Spock over the rim.

“When can we do it again?” Jim asked very quietly, pissed that he was even asking.

“Four or five days. You have to make sure the bruising has subsided. I would recommend a week but I doubt you’d listen,” Bones said in some exasperation.

“No point in getting mad at me, Bones. I haven’t done anything,” Jim said with a silent laugh.

“No but you will. You are the most stubborn Being I have ever had the misfortune of knowing.”

“Is that any way to talk to your BFF?” Jim laughed.

Bones just snorted at him, drinking more of his coffee.