Title: Save Face
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters/Pairing: Spock/Kirk
Rating: Light R
Notes: For a prompt from st_xi_kink: Finding out about a relationship fic, with preferred K/S + really awkward way or a tense situation Un-beta'd.


"Oh god... Oh, Spock..." Kirk couldn't even think straight. The mere thought of what his First Officer could do to him turned him into one giant, horny, Captain-sized puddle of nerves and this time was no different. With the tightness around his cock and with the image of screwing the Vulcan in his own Captain's chair the only thing he could see, he quickly found his release.

"Fuck, Spock. You're amazing."

"Thank you, Captain."

"Spock!"

Kirk's eyes snapped open and he jerked violently around in his chair to face his First Officer, who was standing by the turbo lift.

He leaped up out of his seat and shoved himself back into his pants, mess and all.

"I-- uh... How long have you been standing there?!"

"Approximately two and half minutes."

"Two... two and half minutes?"

"Yes." Spock stepped forward. "It was at that moment that you cried out, 'Oh god, Spock. I am such a whore for you.'"

"Uh... y-yeah. Well, of course that is--was--what I...said. At that time. Of course." Kirk cleared his throat. "Um, if that's-- if that will be all then."

"I have come to inform you, at Ensign Chekov and Lieutenant Sulu's request, that they shall be fifteen minutes late for the beginning of their shift due to unforseen circumstances."

"Right. I'll remain here then. And, you know... wait for them."

"Of course, Captain." Spock turned to leave. Before the turbo lift doors close behind him, he turned back to Kirk. "Captain?"

"Oh Jesus, for the love of-- What is it now, Mr. Spock?"

"If I may speak freely?"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want."

"I have a personal suggestion I wish to make. If you find it too personal, you may of course--"

"Just go on and say it already." Kirk was getting testy with the wetness of his own come shoved into his pants.

"I find that the erotic stimulation of one's genitals by means manual manipulation and the use of sexual fantasies is highly illogical when one can be in a monogamous relationship with the object of one's desires."

Kirk winced and shifted uncomfortably. "I--uh... in my head, I mean when I... erotically stimulate my genitals, we are umm... exclusive. But, don't worry. I mean, I don't do this much. It's not always you so don't get a swollen ego or anything like that. Sometimes it's Bones or Sulu or Scotty, even."

"I have found that in the past seventeen days that I have been observing you that you have never vocalised any such delusions involving any other crew member. Therefore, I must assume that you are lying to 'save face,' as you would say, Captain."

Spock turned once more to leave.

"I shall be in my quarters. If, after Misters Sulu and Chekov have relieved you, you would be inclined to investigate the accuracy of your fabrications, I shall be waiting."







Title: It's a Russian Inwention
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Characters/Pairing: Sulu/Chekov
Rating: G
Notes: For a prompt from st_xi_kink: Happy Chekov fic + dancing and shore leave. Un-beta'd.


The air felt strange and heavy and tasted like no air on Earth would ever taste but still, it was natural air free of the advanced filtration systems of the Enterprise. And even if the music was teased out of strange instruments and none of them--not even Spock and Uhura--understood the words the singer (he? she?) was crooning, it was music and the night was fresh and unmonitored and alive.

Ensign Pavel Andreievich Chekov glanced around the setting at his fellow shipmates. The Captain had insisted upon everyone taking shore leave and "letting loose" and as such, he was able to observe several of the bridge crew in ways he never had before.

Uhura was wrapped around Spock, her head on his shoulder and clearly lost in some secret moment. The Vulcan's posture was rigid and his discomfort was obvious, but the simple fact that Uhura had managed to convince him to partake in such an illogical recreational activity speaks much more loudly than his stiffness.

Scotty and few of the engineering crew had managed to wrangle up some native drinking buddies and seemed to be drinking the poor fools under whatever the local equivalent of a bar was.

The Captain was with his CMO--as usual--and both were clearly very drunk. Kirk was trying to dance with a decidedly unamused doctor, who tossed back another shot of the bartender's "specialty" and turned his head to berate his friend. Yes, they must be very good friends to kiss like that. It was a kiss exactly like the Russian's had invented and Chekov quickly turned away from what was obviously a very private moment.

"So I guess that explains why the Captain didn't hit on that princess from the last star system we were in, huh?"

Chekov turned and caught sight of Lieutenant Sulu.

"Mister Sulu," he greeted. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Uh, yeah. But I probably could have done without the sight of the Captain going down Dr. McCoy's pants."

Chekov laughed. "Yes, well, the Keptain and Doctor McCoy seem wery..." He trailed off as he and Sulu caught sight of McCoy pushing Kirk against the wall.

"So are you enjoying yourself?"

"Yes." Chekov glanced at the mostly abandoned dance floor as the band transitioned from one strange song to another. "But I know how we could have even more fun."

"Yeah, how?"

He licked his lips nervously and leaned towards the helmsman. "Did you know that dancing is a Russian inwention?"

Sulu cocked his head. "I'm sorry?"

"I'm sorry. Let me try this again. Would you like to dance, Mister Sulu--Hikaru?"

Sulu laughed and set his drink down. "I would like that...Pavel."

They made their way to the center of the room.

"And perhaps later we can try another of Russia's inwentions..."

"Are you implying that sex is a Russian invention?"

"Da. It is."

Sulu laughed as he took Chekov into his arms. "Only if I can introduce you the fine art of fencing. Unless you have any objectons to that?"

"Of course not. Is Russian inwention, after all."