Title: Hot for Teacher
Author: Artemis (ArtemisOK @ aol.com)
TOS - TWOK
Codes: S/Mc, Saavik
Rating: [NC-17] (PWP)
Spock bones up after school.
Disclaimer: CBS-Paramount owns Star Trek. No infringement intended, no money being made.
Will write for feedback
Thanks to Janet for the beta. All mistakes are my own.
Author's Note: This is set about a year
before the incidents in “The Wrath of Khan“ take place. "
Archiving: My Place, Spiced Peaches VI, and The Spock/McCoyote’s Den
HOT FOR TEACHER
A crumpled gray uniform shirt lay
on the class room floor by Spock’s desk.
A lean figure was grasping edges of said desk, his black pants in a puddle
at his feet. He was pinned down by the tall powerful Vulcan instructor. Captain Spock, clad only in his uniform jacket, had one hand on the cadet’s hip to keep him in place as he slammed into him.
The empty chamber echoed with the sounds
of a percussion passion play: The oomphs of the happy human, the grunts of the
virile Vulcan, the wet slap, slap, slap of his hot balls against the man’s
cool legs. The desk added a counter-point, rattling with the sexual exertions
of the two men. Occasionally, a drawer would pop in and out, swish, pop, snap,
when the Vulcan gave a particularly enthusiastic shove.
Spock let his free hand trail up the sweaty
back of his student. He grasped his neck at the nerve pinch junction, but did
not apply pressure, instead he let his thumb stroke the nape of the neck, pushing the moist SFA standard short hairs back and
forth. He thought, //I could easily snap this neck. He would come and go in the same instant.//
He moved his hand down to the shoulder
and bestowed a kiss on the neck, instead. The human shuddered, deliciously and
groaned aloud. He spoke:
“Sir, may I turn over. The edge of
this desk is about to saw my dick off.”
Spock stopped to consider the request.
“Very well, I might need that later. Hold still.” He carefully withdrew himself and bent to remove the boots and
pants. The human shifted and sighed. His instructor popped him smartly on the posterior. “I said hold still.” Then with deliberate slowness, he removed the boots and socks and folded the trousers and placed them in a neat pile
beside the beside his own clothes. “You may lay on your back now.”
As he turned over onto his back the illusion
was shattered. Leonard rolled over
onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. He rubbed his assaulted ass
and asked. “Was that really necessary?”
Spock moved to kiss-it-all-better. “I
am sorry, beloved. That was not directed at you. That was, in fact, another fantasy. Some of the cadets in my class are willfully
disobedient and disrespectful.” He sighed.
Len reached up and caressed his lover’s
face. “Violence is the last act of a desperate man.”
“Ah,” growled Spock, “That
is it exactly. I am a desperate man!” He
kissed Len long and hard. His tongue explored the human mouth that still tasted
of their shared semen. His hands launched their own expedition down to Len’s
cock, stopping to tease his nipples on the way. Len grew hard again for the third
time that night. Spock moved back down to the side of the desk and positioned
himself to reclaim the gate to paradise.
Leonard dropped his legs around Spock’s
waist. “Gotcha!” he laughed.
Spock claimed Leonard’s penis with
his strong, long-fingered hand. “Got you!” he replied. He bent and
licked darkening purple head. “I knew I would want that later”. He
mused. However, he refused to be distracted from his goal. He took his emerald shaft in hand and guided it to Len’s
rosy hole. Gently, firmly, he reinserted himself inside his paramour.
He stopped half way and Leonard tried to
urge him forward by pulling his standing form forward with his legs. Spock would
not be hurried. He repositioned the human so that his knees were over the Vulcan’s shoulders and then with a single
thrust, he plunged deep into Leonard’s bowels. The position was perfect; with every thrust Spock brought waves of pleasure
to himself and his partner.
At last Len groaned loudly; “Darlin’,
I’m getting too old for this. My back is ’bout to give out. “
Coolly Spock replied, “You have but
to ask. There is no need to resort to theatrics.”
“Well, I never…” started
McCoy, but he didn’t get to finish for Spock removed the tan, muscular
leg from his right shoulder and began to fold it back towards its owner’s
chest. When Len’s foot was in front of his face, Spock licked the arch.
McCoy bucked “Cut that out! That
A devilish gleam lit the Vulcan’s
face. “Ah, but I love to feel you squirm.” He tickled the sole of
Leonard’s foot and the human squirmed helplessly against the strength of his inhuman lover. While part of his mind railed at the indignity of it all, his lower brain was shouting //This feels terrific!//
Spock released his left leg and Len bent
it to his chest. The Vulcan began ministrations on the right leg. This time he
did not fold it, but rather took pains to keep it straight, so that the back of Len’s leg was facing him.
Len realized was he was up to. “No.”
he whimpered weakly.
“Yes,” Spock hissed and proceeded
to suck and nibble on ‘their private spot’ the back of his sweetheart’s knee. His left hand caressed Len’s
slender calf muscles, while his right supported Len’s ass. Leonard was
in ecstasy. This combination of pressure/pleasure points never failed to bring
him to new heights of passion. He writhed and pitched. His derriere strained against the Vulcan’s clasp and against his tri-tanium cock planted deeply within the core of his being. This too, brought waves of pleasure.
Spock felt the need to quicken his
pace, he pushed Len’s right leg against his chest. Len grasped it and grinned
up at his partner. He knew what or rather who was coming.
Faster, harder, more urgent. Driving, driving,
stroke upon stroke. No thought, only sensation, passion, gratification. Growing,
growing, soon, so soon. NOW! Great Bird, now!
The human ejaculated at the same time,
sending a thick stream of cum splattering against the maroon jacket.
Len’s legs slipped around Spock’s
body and Spock collapsed across Len’s body, his toes just touching the
floor. Len took him in his arms and kissed his sweaty forehead.
“Thank you,” Spock managed
“You’re welcome” Leonard
whispered softly; “Please come again.” He felt the Vulcan’s
groan and chuckle. “How are you going to explain cum stains on your uniform?” He teased
“I won’t. This is your jacket.”
Spock sounded smug and tired at the same time.
Eventually, Spock found the strength to
speak. “My Leonard, we cannot stay here on my desk all night.” He was growing chilled and knew that his beloved was, too. “Let us adjourn to my office. I have a most commodious couch, if you will recall.”
“Sure thing, Shug.” As they
sat up, he quipped, “Although, think about the thrill, we’d give
the cleaning staff.”
“In that case,” Spock
remarked dryly, “There would be no need to tip them at the end of the semester.”
They collected their scattered bits of
appeal from the classroom floor and headed for the door that lead to Spock’s
private office and washroom. The shower
in a captain/ professor’s head is considerably larger than those found on a
starship and much better appointed. Spock massaged the small of Len’s back as they stood under the pulsing warm water.
The air was fragrant with the spicy peach body shampoo they preferred.
‘Ah, this is the life,” McCoy
sighed, “You don’t have to hurry home tonight, do you? I mean Saavik
will be alright be herself, this time.” He
captured a soapy hand and turned to face his partner.
“No indeed, I have all night.” Spock caressed Len’s face with his free
hand. “I told Saavikam that I would be staying late at the Academy tonight as
she had a ‘study group’ coming over.”
“Study group, huh? And what is the
“Statistics and probabilities.”
“Ah, statistics and probabilities
as they relate to the number fifty-two?” McCoy said. Spock nodded. “And
what did you tell her you would be doing that would keep you so late?”
“Proctoring.” Spock managed to say with a straight face.