Consequences

Huffs and moans filled the room, bouncing off the walls and echoing in his ears. The sensations were incredible. It had been a while since he'd been with anyone and the pleasure was long overdue. The unbelievably tight heat surrounding him was unlike anything he'd felt before. As he sped up his thrusts, the moans from below him increased in volume. Looking down into wide, brown eyes, he felt emotion welling up in his chest. The green flush on the other's face was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.

“Spock!” he gasped as orgasm rocketed through his body, leaving him quaking.

~x~x~x~

Jim Kirk jerked awake reeling from his dream. He was unable to move very far, however, as there was a weight settled against his chest. When he looked down, he blanched. The weight on him was none other than Spock. A very naked Spock. Jim quickly realized that he was naked, himself. 'Okay, not a dream.' he thought to himself. A mantra of, 'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.' began racing through his mind as the began carefully extracted himself from underneath Spock. It was a testament to how exhausted the Vulcan must have been that he didn't stir from being moved around. Jim got free, looked at the time, and realized that he was about to be late for a meeting with Bones planet side. Deciding he could think of this later, Jim quickly dressed and headed for the door. He left the room with one, lingering glance at Spock on his bed.

~x~x~x~

As Spock began to rouse from a deep sleep, he noticed an ache in his lower back. It was a pleasant ache, he decided. He slowly rolled onto his side and noticed he was alone. He couldn't stop the slight twang of pain in his side at the realization. Standing carefully, it took him a second for him to realize that he was late for his pre-arranged lunch with Nyota down on Melina X. If he were human, he would have began panicking, surely she would know what had happened as soon as she saw him, but, as it was, he simply walked into the bathroom to shower.

~x~x~x~

When Spock arrived at the small cafe he and Nyota agreed to meet at, he noticed that Mr. Scott, Sulu, and Chekov were seated with her. They were all chatting, animatedly. Dreading being around the others, he slowly pushed the door open and entered. As soon as Nyota spotted him, she rose from her seat.

“Spock! You're late! That's so unlike you. What happened?” she asked as she ushered him to sit down at the table with their co-workers.

“I simply overslept.” he stated stiffly. Nyota and the others all shot him incredulous looks.

“Since when do you oversleep?” Sulu asked. Spock simply ignored him, opting to flag down a waitress to order tea instead. As the waitress walked over, she flicked her long, bright pink hair over her shoulder in a flirtatious manner. All Melinians had that same shade of hair. They were also unnaturally pale and had large, gold eyes. They were very aesthetically pleasing to look at, but weren't Spock's type. After he gave her his order, he became aware that Nyota was attempting to get his attention.

“Hello? Earth to Spock.” He raised a brow at her.

“Nyota, we are too far from Earth for standard communications.”

“It's an expression, Spock.” she deadpanned. The others just shot amused glances at each other. “So, what did you do after you left the club last night?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively. Spock blushed before he could control it and looked down at the table. Mr. Scott spluttered a laugh.

“Well, laddie, who knew ya had it in you!” he exclaimed. This caused Spock's face to darken.

“Mmhm.” Nyota nodded. “Guess who he left with.”

“Was it one of ze local girls?” Chekov asked.

“Nope!” Nyota exclaimed cheerily. “It was the captain!” At that information, the three men at the table displayed various levels of shock. Spock vehemently wished that a singularity would form under him and swallow him whole.

~x~x~x~

Jim ran down the street, dodging passersby as he went. When he finally reached the small bar where he had agreed to meet Bones, he skidded to a halt. Panting for breath, he walked into the bar and up to the table where the older man was sitting, nursing a beverage of the alcoholic variety. Glad to be inside, he took off his sunglasses, perfect for hangovers, and plopped into the seat in front of his friend.

“Well, hello to you, too.” griped Bones. Jim just grinned at him before his face turned serious when Bones spoke again. “Where'd you go last night? You left me alone with the Lollipop Brigade.”

“About that...” Jim started, only to trail off. He began to turn red under Bones' scrutiny and continued. “I may have slept with someone last night.” Bones scoffed.

“Well, no shit. Isn't it like a goal or something for you, to bed someone on every planet?”

“Hey!” Jim said indignantly. “I'm not that bad!” at the look he received from his friend, he ducked his head. “Okay, I'm a slut.” he mumbled, causing Bones to bark out a laugh. “That's not the point, though.” he looked back up. “I had sex with someone I totally shouldn't have last night and now I don't know what to do!” he lamented.

“Oh, don't be so melodramatic. It can't be that bad. Who was it? Someone we know?” Jim looked Bones in the eye.

“It was Spock.” Bones' mouth dropped open and he dropped the glass he had been raising to his lips on the table, splattering it's contents everywhere.