Changing The Rules
Jim watched Spock and Uhura discuss the carvings on a rock. They were surveying a small area on a class-M planet. The closet primitive natives were roughly fifty miles from their location, so they weren’t worried about breaking the Prime Directive.
It’s been about a week since our benefits relationship started, Jim thought. We still haven’t cuddled. Jim nearly pouted before looking away from Spock and Uhura. Sulu was admiring some flowers while a science officer was scanning more rocks.
At first he had been excited about coming down to the planet but plants and rocks weren’t that appealing to him. Bored. Should’ve just stayed on the ship. Jim looked away from everyone and saw a path leading into the wooded area they were near. Jim smiled when he got an idea.
He turned to Spock and made eye contact before turning and walking off. Whenever Jim wandered away from their group, Spock always followed.
Spock arched a brow at seeing Jim enter the woods. He turned from Uhura and followed after his captain. Jim always had a way of running into trouble and Spock needed to protect him.
He found Jim quickly a few feet ahead of him and admired Jim’s posterior before catching up to walk beside him.
“It is illogical and highly inadvisable to wander from the group, Captain,” Spock said.
“Just taking a little stroll, Commander,” Jim replied. “Besides, it’s not like we’re going to run into any trouble.”
“You do not know that.”
Jim chuckled and shook his head.
Cute, Spock thought.
They continued walking for several minutes before they stopped underneath a large tree. Jim placed his palm to it and looked up towards the tree’s leaves. His blue eyes shimmered in wonderment.
“It’s great, isn’t it?” Jim asked softly.
Spock raised a brow. “What is great, Captain?”
“That we’re explorers. Going where no man or Vulcan has gone before,” Jim replied, looking to Spock with an enchanting smile.
“Indeed,” Spock said, nearly giving Jim a smile in return.
Jim’s smile turned into a grin as the he took a step closer to Spock. “3D chess…”
“Something is nearby,” Spock suddenly interrupted, turning his head towards the noise he heard just in time to see a spear soaring towards them. Spock reached his hand out and pushed Jim away in time as the spear went right between them and struck the tree.
“Holy shit!” Jim exclaimed with wide eyes before Spock grabbed his hand and pulled him away, running away from the natives that had decided to attack them.
Jim and Spock ran thru the bushes as the natives chased after them; throwing spears and firing arrows at them.
“We’re supposed to be far away from the natives and their tribe!” Jim yelled as he and Spock ran.
“Perhaps a hunting party,” Spock yelled back still holding Jim’s hand.
Jim was glad that Khan’s blood had made him a little faster or else Spock would be dragging him along. He grabbed his communicator with his free hand and hailed the ship.
“Enterprise! Beam me and Spock up now!” Jim called into the communicator.
“You’re running too fast and the natives are too close,” Scotty’s voice came back.
Jim groaned as a spear flew by his head as the yelling of the natives drew closer. Jim was about to turn and drag Spock another way so they could lose their pursuers, but Spock beat him to it. The Vulcan yanked Jim the other way and knocked them both onto the ground underneath several fallen trees.
They quietly waited as they heard the natives running past and then away from them. Jim sighed in relief and then smiled up at Spock who was on top of him.
“I think we’re safe now Spock,” Jim said. “Wanna get off me?”
Spock nodded and reluctantly moved out from under their cover. He stood up and offered his hand down to Jim. Jim rolled from under the trees and then took Spock’s hand to be helped up.
It tingled where they touched which Jim smiled about as he stood. “Static electricity?”
“Negative,” Spock said before gently sliding his hand from Jim’s.
Jim pulled out his communicator again. “Kirk to Scotty, beam us up now.”
“Just a sec, Captain,” Scotty’s voice came through.
Jim and Spock waited for the familiar feel of dematerializing. Jim put his communicator back on his belt as Spock took his phaser into his hand and looked around. Spock took a couple steps away from Jim and kept looked around making sure they were safe. Jim was safe.
“Spock, they’re gone. You don’t have to…ahh!” Jim cried out in pain as an arrow whooshed towards him and embedded into the back of his left bicep.
“T’hy’la!” Spock turned to his captain, his eyes wide but he couldn’t see what was wrong as they started to dematerialize.
When they rematerialized on the transporter pad, Spock dropped his phaser and went to Jim’s side. His eyes immediately went to Jim’s arm as Jim turned his arm and scrunched up his face at seeing the arrow’s shaft.
“Fuck,” Jim groaned in pain.
“Dammit, Jim!” Bones fussed from where he was standing beside Scotty. He quickly went to his friend and surveyed the damage. “What the hell happened down there? Who even gets hit with an arrow these days?”
“I guess I do!” Jim snapped in pain. Bones gently touched the area around were the arrowhead was in him. Jim hissed and smacked Bones hand away. “Ow! Stop it! Just pull it out.”
“Ask nicely, Princess,” Bones replied as Spock quickly walked into the transport room.
“Doctor, the Captain is injured,” Spock almost growled. “Do something or…” Spock cut off when Jim cried out as Bones yanked the arrow out of his arm.
“Motherfucker!” Jim yelled, grasping his arm that was bleeding.
Spock arched a brow at Jim then narrowed his eyes to Bones. “Why did you do that?”
“You both told me to do something so I did,” Bones responded.
Jim sniffled. “I hate you, Bones. You’re fired.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Jim. Now, let’s get to medbay so I can patch you up.”
“Go patch yourself up,” Jim mumbled like a petulant child as Bones pushed him towards the doors to leave.
Bones turned to Spock and handed him the arrow. “For your examination or whatever else you want to do with it,” Bones said then took Jim from the room.
Spock looked to the arrow in his hands and furrowed his eyebrows together at the sight of Jim’s red blood on the arrow head. Spock shook his head then left the transporter room.
I failed to keep my t’hy’la safe, Spock thought as he walked to his lab.
Jim sat at his desk and looked over his paper work. Bones had “patched him up” and sent him on his way after a lecture about wandering off from the group. Jim had come back to his room and changed into his old gray Starfleet Academy shirt as his black undershirt and gold shirt were ripped and bloodied.
Jim sighed and sat back in his chair. “So much for having sex where no one in the federation had had sex before.”
Stupid Jim, he thought as someone requested entrance to his quarters.
“Come in,” Jim yelled. He opened his eyes and saw Spock enter his room. Jim smiled as Spock walked closer and the door slid shut behind. He looked down to Spock’s hand and chuckled. “Mutiny, Spock?”
Spock stood next to Jim’s desk and shook his head. “That would be illogical, Captain. Doctor McCoy gave it to me as he was taking you to medbay. I had it cleaned and decontaminated.”
“Cool,” Jim said, taking the arrow from Spock and looking it over. It had some interesting carvings along the shaft and the stone arrow head was very primitive. “Very cool.”
“Indeed. I thought you may want it as a souvenir from this mission.”
Jim laughed and stood up, placing the arrow on the desk top. “I do, Spock. Thank you.”
“You are welcome. How is your arm?”
Jim put the arrow down and pulled up his shirt sleeve to show Spock the now nonexistent wound. “All healed up.”
Spock lightly touched the skin and nodded. “I should have heard the arrow coming towards you.”
“Spock…”
“No, I failed to protect you and…ow,” Spock said when Jim reached a hand up and pinched the tip of Spock’s ear.
“Spock, it was no one’s fault but mine. I wandered off, you followed, and we ran into the natives. We’re lucky none of those spears hit us.”
“Indeed,” Spock said softly. I still should have stopped the arrow from hitting you. “Next time, though, no wandering off.”
“We’ll see, Spock,” Jim told him. “I doubt I’ll get I’ll get hit by an arrow again.”
Spock arched a brow and nearly smirked. “Perhaps not, but with you there is no guarantee.”
Jim stuck his tongue out at Spock. “Shut up, Pointy, or I may stick you with an arrow.”
Spock shook his head and finally dropped his hand from Jim’s arm. Jim glanced to Spock’s hand, really wanting the Vulcan to keep touching him. He mentally shook his head then smiled at Spock.
"When we were being beamed aboard...did you...did you call me something?" Jim asked.
Spock glanced away. "I um...I do believe so, Jim," Spock lied.
“Oh, must have been my imagination then, Spock. So chess?”
Spock looked to the chess board then to doorway of Jim’s bedroom. “Chess or…”
Jim grinned. “How about strip chess?”
“How does one play strip chess?”
Jim’s grin got bigger, “Oh, you’ll see.”
An hour later, Jim had his arms wrapped around Spock’s shoulders as he bounced up and down on Spock’s hard cock. Jim was completely naked in Spock’s lap on the couch while Spock was in his black undershirt and his pants and underwear pulled down slightly to free his cock.
Spock grunted and gripped Jim’s hips. “You let me win.”
Jim nodded, unable to make any sounds other than moans and cries of pleasure. Spock growled and thrust up in time with Jim’s bounces. He moved one hand to the back of Jim’s neck and pulled the blonde close for a passionate kiss.
Jim mewled into the kiss as his prostate was pounded by Spock. He dug his nails in Spock’s shoulders and moved his head into the crook of Spock’s neck as he neared his climax.
Spock moved the hand from Jim’s neck to the blonde’s cock and stroked him as his other hand went to an ass cheek and gripped it. He then bit down on Jim’s collar as they both came.
“Spock!” Jim cried out as he released over Spock’s hand and Spock emptied himself inside him.
Spock’s chest rumbled as Jim sagged against him and rubbed his back in an effort to apologize for digging his nails in him.
“So great,” Jim sighed.
“Indeed,” Spock replied, removing his hand from Jim’s softening penis and moving it around so both hands cupped Jim’s butt.
Jim chuckled. “You’re an ass man aren’t you?”
“I do not know what you mean.”
“Yeah you do,” Jim told him as he sat up and removed himself from Spock’s cock. He laid down on the couch and stretched his arms out behind him as Spock pulled his pants and underwear up and tucked himself away. Jim watched as Spock took off his black undershirt and wiped his stomach off. He then grabbed his blue science shirt from the floor and pulled it on.
“You hungry?” Jim asked, placing his feet into the Vulcan’s lap and taking the black shirt from Spock to place on his stomach over the mess there.
Spock nodded, placing his hands on Jim’s bare legs and lightly rubbing his skin. Spock picked up some contented buzzing from Jim’s mind but kept his shields up so to not get anything else from the blonde. “Do you not wish for me to leave?”
“I was actually thinking about that…we’ve never been ones for following the rules.”
Spock arched a brow.
Jim chuckled. “Well, we follow the really important rules.”
“Indeed. What are you suggesting?”
Jim shrugged. “We could…get rid of the no cuddling rule and you or me leaving right after we’re done.”
Yes, Spock thought before saying. “That is acceptable.”
Jim nodded. “Yeah, but maybe keep the no sleeping over rule. If that’s fine with you?” He’s fine with cuddling, yes!
“It is acceptable as well, considering Vulcans require less sleep and I occasionally take a late shift.”
“Okay, good. We’ve made new rules.”
“Indeed.”
Jim smiled then nudged Spock’s thigh with one of his feet. “Wanna get us food?”
“As we are in your quarters, Jim, you should be the one to get us food.”
“I got hit by an arrow today, I let you win at strip chess, I rode you, and I changed the rules of our friends with benefits arrangement…the least you can do is feed me and tell me I’m pretty.”
Spock moved Jim’s feet from his lap and got up from the couch. “I will get us food, but it will be vegetarian.”
Jim threw his head back and whined. “Oh the horror!”
“You are also pretty by the way,” Spock added as he walked over to Jim’s replicator.
Jim laughed in response.
I love you, they both thought.