By Scarlet

Fandom: TOS

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: K/S

Summary: Kirk reads another book. Spock is trying to work.

Disclaimer: Paramount owns these guys. I'm not making any money.

This little PWP is a sequel to "Fill Me Up, Buttercup". Many thanks to kira-nerys for beta reading.

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James T. Kirk smiled. He was lying face down on his bed, reading the latest addition to his book collection.

"Listen to this, Spock."

His bondmate looked up from the computer with polite interest.

"The lost temples of India were discovered by a British Army officer, Captain Burt. He was told of the wonders to be seen in a place called Khajuraho, deserted for hundreds of years and covered by a thick canopy of trees. The trouble started when he came close enough to see what was on the walls."

Kirk looked mischievously at his lover and continued: "The walls were covered with erotic art. Thousands of elaborate stone carvings, showing aroused men and willing women in every conceivable position."

He studied the book again. "And some unconceivable positions, if you want my opinion. Not what a Victorian Christian would expect to find on the walls of a house of worship."

Spock drew a silent, but deep breath. The last time Jim had wanted to share a reading experience, they had ended up in bed. It was not that he didn't want to make love tonight -- it was just that right now, he was immersed in a report on the geology of a young Class M planet. It was an interesting subject, and he wanted very much to finish the report. He therefore limited his response to a neutral "Indeed."

"Captain Burt", Kirk mused, "came from a culture where it was customary to put skirts on the legs of chairs and tables, simply because it was considered improper to show your legs. Even if you were a chair."

He rolled over on his back with the book still in his hand. "So, you can imagine his erection -- I mean, his reaction ...

Spock couldn't help raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Jim, I can."

"I didn't mean that", Kirk laughed.

Spock looked into the monitor with Vulcan concentration, but Kirk continued without mercy:

"These temples were abandoned, but if Captain Burt had dared to enter one of the Hindu temples still in use at that time, he might have encountered worshippers of a phallic stone. A sacred symbol of manhood ... the lingam."

Kirk's voice had dropped to a rather suggestive purring, and this voice, even more than his words, made Spock swallow. His eyes were still on the monitor, but the characters and images suddenly seemed to have lost their meaning.

Kirk was as purposeful and as lithe as a tiger on the prowl when he rose and moved away from the bed. The next moment, he was kneeling on the floor beside his Vulcan and looking up with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He continued the lecture on Indian culture, but his voice was becoming even more seductive, and his hands were getting busy as he spoke. His fingertips were brushing Spock's thighs, lightly at first but with growing urgency, until his nails were scraping the fabric and sending shivers all the way up the Vulcan's spine.

"The lingam," Kirk explained, "was the symbol of the powerful god Shiva." His right hand gently cupped Spock's stirring sex. Spock became intensely aware of the warmth from Kirk's hand and shifted a little in his chair, very little, but Kirk found it encouraging and set his right hand to work again, this time in a slow, lazy rubbing. Spock closed his eyes and tried to think about his unfinished report.

"Every day, priests washed and dressed the lingam ... "

Kirk freed his lover's now half-hard manhood and held it lovingly in both hands, smothering it with light kisses, letting the tip of his tongue play over the most sensitive places. He noticed a very slight trembling in Spock's thighs and swirled his tongue around the head a few times for good measure. He just loved to see that Vulcan lose control.

"They would pour milk and other sacred potions over the stone ... "

"Jim." Spock's voice was hoarse, but firm. "You will not pour any kind of milk or 'other sacred potions' anywhere in these quarters, unless you wish to scrub the deck afterwards."

"OK, we'll visualise that part." Kirk sat back on his heels and deliberately slowly pulled his shirt off. "Imagine those dark, hot, humid sanctuaries where half-naked priests worshipped phallic stones. Poor Captain Burt ... "

The lecture was then interrupted for a while, because the lecturer's mouth was busy devouring a now very hard, greenish, double-ridged version of a lingam.

Spock tried, one last time, to think about his geology report and sighed. Then he sighed again, but now with pleasure as Kirk's lips closed around the ridges and his hands caressed Spock's inner thighs and furry balls. The sigh turned into a soft moan and Spock surrendered himself to the thrill of being worshipped.

Spock's arousal continued to build as he caressed Kirk's temples and drank in the images in his mind: A steaming hot jungle, a vast temple dedicated to Love in all its wondrous incarnations. On the walls, pictures of humans in great numbers, writhing in ecstasy, celebrating the force of Life with enthusiasm and total abandon. In the dark, innermost sanctuary, the half-naked priests carefully and adoringly anointed a huge phallic stone with fragrant oils. Filtered through Kirk's mind, the whole scene was not so much a picture of religious fervour as one of unabashed lust. The effect on Spock was overwhelming and he had to stop it. Otherwise, it would all be over much too soon.

'The spiritual side of all this is indeed a fascinating subject', Spock thought as he shakily rose from the chair and gently urged Kirk to rise with him. 'We shall, however, discuss the spiritual aspects at another time.' He lifted Kirk in his arms.

"Put me down, First Officer", demanded his bewildered lover. He liked to be in Spock's arms, but dammit if he was going to be carried around the cabin like a child!

"Certainly, Sir." Spock took a few steps and dropped his captain on the bed, not too gently. "Now show me the 'unconceivable' positions you mentioned."

While Spock was studying the pictures in the book, Kirk took his remaining clothes off and helped Spock out of his. When they were both naked, Spock rolled over on his back and pulled the captain down into a deep kiss.

"I thought," Spock said innocently while reaching for the lubricant, "that the Terran word 'linga' had something to do with language."

"That's -- 'lingua'," Kirk answered in a throaty voice, because Spock was slipping a gel-coated finger inside him and moving it in a maddening way. "It's from another Terran language and it literally means -- mmhh -- tongue."

Spock slipped in another finger and kissed Kirk's neck before letting his lips wander up to the rounded ear, where he stopped and purred: "Then you, Jim, could be called a linguist, for you are indeed a tongue artist."

Kirk demonstrated his agreement with another long kiss before slowly impaling himself on the object of his worship. It took some concentration and several deep breaths, but at last Spock was buried to the very hilt in his captain. Kirk wanted to start moving, but:

"Jim, stop."

With a fluid motion, Spock sat himself upright on the bed. He swung his legs to one side, until he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet on the deck. This maneuver took Kirk by surprise, but firmly anchored as he was in Spock's lap, there was not much he could do about it.

'Well,' Kirk thought, 'this is something new.'

But this was not to last. Calmly and with perfect balance, the Vulcan rose to his feet. His hands were tightly clasped behind Kirk's back, Kirk's legs hanging over Spock's arms.

"Inconceivable, Captain?"

Kirk didn't answer. He didn't really like to be out of control like this, at least, he tried to tell himself so. But the feeling was incredible -- he was floating, as if weightless, in Spock's strong arms, impaled on his cock. When Spock used his arm muscles to move him up and down the hard shaft, Kirk threw his head back and gave himself over to the sensation.

'That famous Vulcan strength. How could we not have thought of this before?'

Spock walked carefully across the cabin with his precious burden.

'I hope those pictures didn't give him the wrong idea,' Kirk thought, even as he was squirming with delight and hungrily kissing the Vulcan's neck. 'There is much to be said for brazenness, but I hope he's not planning to walk out into the corridor like this.'

His fears were forgotten when Spock pressed him against the bulkhead and commenced fucking him in a steady rhythm. Kirk's hard cock, slippery now with pre-ejaculate, was squeezed between their moving bodies. He could go nowhere and do very little. The experience was intensely erotic.

"Oh, Spock -- Spock!"

Kirk simply held on to his lover, abandoning all thinking. His forehead was moist with pearls of sweat, his pupils dilated with lust, his lips parted. The sight fueled Spock's fire and he kissed his lover fiercely, pressing him even harder against the bulkhead, giving the other man all he had in long, hard thrusts that made Jim come with a long, loud moan.

The part of Spock's brain that was still able to do some calculating came to the conclusion that it would not be a very good idea to climax standing up, sheathed in the limp body of a thoroughly fucked starship captain. His legs might give way, and they might both tumble to the deck, perhaps with bodily injury as a result. With a final tour de force, he carried his lover back to bed, laid him down and carefully, slowly, thrusted into Jim's body until the fire in his loins exploded.

They rested, with limbs intertwined, for a long time on the bed. When the universe was beginning to feel familiar again, Spock raised his head on his elbow and gave his bondmate a searching look.

"If you have any other books which may inspire you in a similar way, I would appreciate if you could inform me. I might have to make room in my working schedule."

Kirk smiled apologetically. The 'who, me?' look on his sleepy, boyish face could make a Vulcan smile. As, in fact, it did.

"Now that you mention it, I have ordered a book that ... may inspire the both of us." He watched the expectantly raised eyebrow with affection. "It's about feudal Japan. The subject is marriages among the samurai."

Kirk could almost see how Spock processed the information, and how he failed to see what it had to do with the two of them.

"I couldn't resist the title." Kirk grinned broadly. "Warrior Love."

Spock sank down on the pillow, his lips dangerously near his lover's. "I may have one or two things to say on this subject, and I will not be unwilling to discuss it with you."

Their lips drew nearer, until there was no distance between them at all.

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