Title: Sleeping with the Fishes
Contact: saavaant @ yahoo . com
Codes: K/S, K/f
Summary: Kirk misses Spock, and there are other fish in the sea. (It's not what you think).
Archive: Yes please.
Disclaimer: I disclaim Star Trek characters. I disclaim having invented them. I disclaim to be profiting monetarily from writing about them. I am not Roddenberry. I am not Paramount. I am Saavant. So There.
SLEEPING WITH THE FISHES
Jim Kirk lay on his stomach on one of the many beaches of Ambria III, hiding his rampant erection.
It was bad enough that he had to be apart from his bondmate for a day of their vacation. He hadn't, of course, been able to begrudge Spock the marine biology seminar he'd wanted to attend... but he couldn't help but wish that the two of them were together, practicing some biology of their own. His body couldn't get enough of Spock these days. And now it was telling him in no uncertain terms that it missed the Vulcan very strongly.
But that might have been almost manageable... if only it weren't for that blasted Ambrian slapfish.
Oh, not that Kirk had anything against Ambrian slapfish. They were shy, elusive creatures, believed to be intelligent on the level of some of Earth's cetaceans, but not very well-studied until recently. Spock's damned marine biology seminar probably had a whole section on them. Certainly they were harmless enough...
Except that during their mating season, they made an infernal racket, displaying for potential partners by smacking their tails against the water's surface. And... maybe it was something in the shape of those tails, or something in the composition of Ambrian seawater-- or maybe just that Jim's mind was incurably in the gutter right now-- but whatever the reason, he couldn't shake the feeling that the noise sounded just like Spock's flesh moving against his own when they...
Damn. And there was one out there in the water right now, slapping like crazy and driving Kirk even crazier.
He couldn't stand it any more. He had to take care of his erection, which was becoming close to unbearable, and he wasn't about to walk all the way back to his hotel in this level of arousal. There was only one place he could do it without anyone noticing.
There weren't many people around, but there were at least a few sunbathing on the sand. Looking around in hopes that no one would stare at his hard-on, Jim stood up and headed toward the water. It was warm from the sun... calm and still, and maybe a bit thicker than the water of Earth's oceans... and Jim waded into it, relishing the feel of it through his swimsuit.
The slapping had stopped. Damned fish must have gotten scared and retreated into deeper water. Good-- there would be no distractions now. He freed his straining cock from his swim shorts and got down to business.
It took only a few strokes before he was coming, gasping and trying not to make enough noise to attract the attention of anyone on the beach. Hard not to groan aloud; the orgasm was intense. It had been too fucking long... well, it had been only most of a day, but that felt like a hell of a long time to go without Spock.
Jim floated lazily for a few moments, pumping the last few drops of semen from himself, coming down from the peak and slowing his breath to normal. Satisfied, finally, he tucked himself back into his shorts and waded to land.
Picking up his towel and sun lotion, he sighed softly. Only four more hours before Spock would come back to the hotel. He'd find something or other to do until then.
Meanwhile, somewhere out in the Ambrian ocean, a female slapfish was bragging to her friends about how she'd gotten the famous Captain Kirk to spawn with her.
Back to my fanfiction page