“Jesus, Spock, you suck ’t this,” Jim drawled, the first words of his morning.
“Good morning, Captain.” Spock replied, already attentive and waiting for Jim to wake. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, move your goddamn hand,” Kirk grumbled and arched his back so Spock could take his hand from beneath it. “Fuck.” He grappled in the semi-darkness until he found the smooth silky hair and pulled it toward himself impatiently.
Spock was somewhat surprised by the kiss. It was sloppy, and he awkwardly shifted his body trying to adjust to Jim’s random bout of affection. Jim pushed against him gently, eyes blissfully closed and lazily licking along his lips and tongue. Spock wasn’t bothered by the tugging on his hair, however; he actually enjoyed the feeling.
The Captain still lay on his back, but as he gained consciousness he pressed more firmly against Spock. Grabbing hold of Spock’s shoulders, he rolled them over until he was on top, their chests perfectly fitting against the other. He claimed Spock’s mouth eagerly this time, humming in content when the Vulcan responded. Tongues entwined and Jim let out a desperate whimper.
“Wait… James.” Spock broke the contact and sent a soothing hand to rub at Jim’s back.
“What is it?” Jim asked.
“Slow down…” Spock seemed frustrated, unable to put into words how he felt. The hand on Jim’s back pulled up the hem of his shirt to touch the smooth skin there. “Come here.”
Jim understood the vague request, and he nuzzled at the commander’s neck, placing light kisses where he could. Whatever Spock wanted he would give, Jim thought, tucked beneath his chin. Spock never asked for much, but Jim was learning what he liked. One of those things was hugs. Prolonged hugs. He liked being the center of attention and he didn’t even realize it. Jim reveled in the fact that he could touch Spock everywhere, it seemed that there wasn’t one point on his body that they weren’t touching. The warm hands and morning glow. The chest beneath him slowly rising and falling. What a wonderful creature that would sleep, or pretend to sleep with him in his bed and greet him in the morning and let him be grumpy and demanding. Jim loved Spock, and he wanted to make sure Spock knew that. He could stay here forever with him, taking deep calm breaths until he fell asleep…
“Maybe we could skip work today.” Jim quietly suggested, lifting onto his elbows so he could see Spock’s face.
Spock looked at him, confused. “You are the captain.”
Jim sighed with a hint of a smile. “Yeah… I know.” He’d have to get up inevitably, but that could wait a few minutes. He stole more kisses from Spock’s lips, cheeks, and forehead. He would never get enough of that, he thought as he collapsed back onto the comforting warmth of Spock’s shoulder.
