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browngirlApparently I can write anything as long as it's not what I intended to be writing. There's a calvacade of tentacle-fic upcoming, and as for this it was written in a friendslocked post. I finally wrote Kirk/Spock Prime, and I think this is about everything I have to say on this pairing.
This is Jim's NSFW tattoo. I suppose I should tell the artists I spontaneously wrote a story about their artwork. Anyway.
After about a seven-count, Jim levers his face up out of the pillow, plants his elbows beneath himself, and starts over to ten. When nothing keeps on happening except for some rather shallow, shocked-sounding breathing, he cranes his neck to look over his shoulder and inquires, "You stroking out back there, old man?"
"No, Jim," says Spock-the-less-grumpy-elder, as Jim privately likes to think of him, his long Vulcan hands framing Jim's ass as he peers down at it like he's going to say 'fascinating' any second now. Jim kind of likes being stared at -- he works hard to make sure his ass, and the rest of him, are worth looking at -- but until a few moments ago there was all sorts of being stripped of clothes and pushed flat into the pillows and being kissed a lot going on, and he liked that a bit more. So he hums inquisitively, and clenches his glutes, and Spock-the-elder sets one dry warm forefinger on Jim's right buttcheek and says, "I am unfamiliar with this adornment."
Which one is that one -- right. Jim can see enough of the rounded orange cockhead to remember the winged phallus he got tattooed there. He wasn't even drunk, either, though now he can't remember why he thought it was a good idea.
Whatever, it's still a conversation piece, even if the conversation is about how he's not this Spock's original Jim. "I couldn't tell you," Jim says, shrugging, about to theorize on the possible body art of a version of him he'll never meet, trying to swallow that smidge of resentment at the everpresent comparison.
Spock cuts him off anyway. "Nor do you need to," he says, and his voice holds an ocean of warmth. "It is greatly aesthetic and suited to your personality."
Jim starts laughing at that, until Spock kisses him right on the tattoo, and up the small of his back and further, warm presses up the length of his spine until he finds himself moaning as if he's forgotten how to talk.
This is Jim's NSFW tattoo. I suppose I should tell the artists I spontaneously wrote a story about their artwork. Anyway.
After about a seven-count, Jim levers his face up out of the pillow, plants his elbows beneath himself, and starts over to ten. When nothing keeps on happening except for some rather shallow, shocked-sounding breathing, he cranes his neck to look over his shoulder and inquires, "You stroking out back there, old man?"
"No, Jim," says Spock-the-less-grumpy-elder, as Jim privately likes to think of him, his long Vulcan hands framing Jim's ass as he peers down at it like he's going to say 'fascinating' any second now. Jim kind of likes being stared at -- he works hard to make sure his ass, and the rest of him, are worth looking at -- but until a few moments ago there was all sorts of being stripped of clothes and pushed flat into the pillows and being kissed a lot going on, and he liked that a bit more. So he hums inquisitively, and clenches his glutes, and Spock-the-elder sets one dry warm forefinger on Jim's right buttcheek and says, "I am unfamiliar with this adornment."
Which one is that one -- right. Jim can see enough of the rounded orange cockhead to remember the winged phallus he got tattooed there. He wasn't even drunk, either, though now he can't remember why he thought it was a good idea.
Whatever, it's still a conversation piece, even if the conversation is about how he's not this Spock's original Jim. "I couldn't tell you," Jim says, shrugging, about to theorize on the possible body art of a version of him he'll never meet, trying to swallow that smidge of resentment at the everpresent comparison.
Spock cuts him off anyway. "Nor do you need to," he says, and his voice holds an ocean of warmth. "It is greatly aesthetic and suited to your personality."
Jim starts laughing at that, until Spock kisses him right on the tattoo, and up the small of his back and further, warm presses up the length of his spine until he finds himself moaning as if he's forgotten how to talk.
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Date: 2010-07-05 01:07 pm (UTC)also, 'his voice holds an ocean of warmth' is a nifty turn of phrase.
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Date: 2010-07-06 03:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-05 01:07 pm (UTC)He wasn't even drunk, either, though now he can't remember why he thought it was a good idea.
Very believable *G*
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Date: 2010-07-06 03:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-05 01:48 pm (UTC)If you were to write more, I would be exceedingly happy!
Thank you for the story and the use of that picture.
Renee
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Date: 2010-07-05 02:52 pm (UTC)Second, it takes a wonderful mind like yours to put Spock Prime in a "hey, look at my winged penis tattoo" ficlet. I, like Spock Prime, approve.
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Date: 2010-07-06 03:55 pm (UTC)And I am blushing a lot. *beams at you* I am just wackily myself, not least when full of cold meds.
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Date: 2010-07-05 03:22 pm (UTC)SpockPrime! ♥
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Date: 2010-07-05 03:41 pm (UTC)I like the descriptions of elder Spock as less grumpy and warm -- that's how I see him too in comparison with the new one. :-)
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Date: 2010-07-05 03:54 pm (UTC)And I do love the warm, gentleness of Spock Prime. Even (especially) in this context, it is so lovely.
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Date: 2010-07-06 04:26 pm (UTC)I can't recall, were you among the 'yeas' or the 'nays' for this pairing when we discussed the movie over salad and plumbing?
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Date: 2010-07-05 04:00 pm (UTC)I want to leave it as a drabble prompt for all possible pairings.
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Date: 2010-07-05 07:21 pm (UTC)But, really, how overly excited am I at the prospect of a cavalcade of tentacle-fic?? WAY TOO.
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Date: 2010-07-06 01:46 am (UTC)Lovely!
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