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Slowly and gently, Spock removed his slick fingers from the tight warmth of Kirk's body. He sat up and turned away, settling heavily on the edge of the bed.
Spock heard the surprise in Kirk's voice. He managed to conceal it in his own.
"You have not done this before."
"Well...no." Kirk sat up. "Have you?"
"Oh." Slightly taken aback, Kirk nodded and cleared his throat. "Often?"
"That is a relative term. If you will specify--"
"I withdraw the question. And I concede your greater--if somewhat surprising--expertise in this area." He sat next to Spock and smiled disarmingly. "But you don't have to treat me like a blushing virgin."
Spock turned to him. "Jim, you are blushing. And you are a virgin."
Kirk felt the color rise even higher in his face. "I don't see why that should be an issue," he said, trying to sound casual.
"In and of itself, your lack of experience is not an issue. However, you are thirty-six years old, and, from what I have observed, you do not hesitate to satisfy your sexual appetites. Therefore, I am attempting to ascertain why this particular need has not been addressed before. Since you are a virgin--"
"Spock." Kirk pinched the bridge of his nose. "I admit I'm--new to this. However, I haven't thought of myself as a *virgin* since I was thirteen. So--if you don't mind--"
"Understood. Since you are--new to this, I feel compelled to ask--why do it now?"
"Well, forgive me if I've misunderstood you," Kirk looked at Spock from under golden lashes, "but I thought you wanted me."
Vulcan eyes gazed into Kirk's, shaming him with their direct honesty. "I have wanted you for almost as long as I have known you. That does not explain your presence here tonight, nor does it account for your willingness to accommodate me."
"'Accommodate' you?" He shook his head in amused disbelief. "I've never heard it called that before." He faced Spock and his words were tinged with gentle sarcasm. "But then, I am--new to this."
"Spock, I don't know what you're worried about. It's not like I've been saving it for my wedding night." He chuckled to cover his embarrassment.
Kirk's patience was wearing thin. He spoke in a careful, even tone that he knew his first officer would recognize. "Spock. I'm not drunk. I'm not under age. I am not here on a dare, nor did I lose a bet."
"Jim," Spock explained simply, "we have spent more time in each other's presence than most bonded couples. We have made sacrifices for each other. We have saved each other's lives. We have both given and taken much. If we are to become lovers, I must be certain of your motives, as well as my own."
"My *motives*? All right, my motives." He leaned back against the headboard and thought for a moment. When he spoke, his words were quiet and vulnerable. "Spock, I don't know if I love you. I do know I want you. You're the first man I've ever wanted enough to go to bed with. Is that what you need to hear? Because it's the truth. What other reason could I have for being here like this?"
"I can think of several, none of them conducive to lovemaking."
"Look." A flash of temper. "If you don't want to fuck me--" The harsh crudity came easily to his lips. "--don't. But I'm not going to beg." After a tense moment, he smiled ironically. "So if this is your idea of teasing me--"
"I have not been teasing you." Spock stood up, steepled his hands, and paced slowly to the other side of the room. He turned to Kirk and studied him thoughtfully. "But perhaps I should. Perhaps a demonstration of my idea of teasing would clarify your thinking." He lowered his hands and moved toward the bed with careful deliberation. "Yes, I will tease you. And I will go on teasing you--until I have banished pity--and friendship--and curiosity--and the hundred other inappropriate impulses that may have brought you here tonight." He knelt on the bed and closed in on his prey. Kirk's heart raced as Spock carefully enunciated each incendiary word. "I shall kiss you. Touch you. Stroke you. Cradle you. Pinch you. Lick you. Bite you. Suck you. Devour you. Until you are incapable of knowing anything except--desire." He was hovering over Kirk now, as close as they could be without actually touching. "Then--and only then--will I fuck you."
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