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From: blueberrysnail@yahoo.com (Farfalla Caqui)
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Subject: {ASSM} Do I Look Fat to You? {Farfalla} (MM wl cons rom ScFi humor fat)
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This is Star Trek gay smut :-) If that's not for you, skip this post.
DO I LOOK FAT TO YOU?
a Kirk/Spock romp by Farfalla
blueberrysnail @ yahoo.com
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  "You know what I spent the entire day doing?" Captain James T. Kirk
asked, unfastening the white  strap at the top of his uniform jacket.

"I do not," said Spock, looking up from the evening chair in the
corner of his cabin. A journal  of agricultural research lounged
across his still-uniformed lap.

"Being told how fat I've gotten," Kirk snorted indignantly. "Would you
believe that? This is what  I get for agreeing to give a commencement
speech. Thanks to that portrait they painted of us all  after V'Ger
and hung in the cafeteria, all those cadets seemed to expect me to
have stopped aging  at forty!"

"I suppose it came as a surprise to them to discover that you were
only human after all," Spock  said wryly.

Kirk made a face and stopped undressing. Instead, he paced over to the
mirror, his jacket flap  hanging open. He scrutinized himself
surreptitiously, trying to look casual. "You'd think people  would
have something a little more cerebral to say than to comment on how
much more 'Jim Kirk' there  is than there used to be, considering what
we've accomplished."

"More to cherish," Spock murmured innocently, his tone still Vulcan
but his words unmistakeably  affectionate.

Jim smiled at the words. "Is it really that noticeable, Spock? I
thought, with the belt..."

Spock put the journal on a nearby table and stood, brushing off his
uniform. He walked over to  his reflection-absorbed bondmate and
placed a gentle hand on either side of his midsection.  "There is no
logic in denying what is there," he said softly. Jim's pulse quickened
as Spock's breath  tickled and stimulated his ear. "Your body is
pleasing to me as it is. If you are not tired  from the ceremony, I
will teach you to appreciate it as I do."

Kirk's expression shifted from study to prizewinning smile. "Of course
I've got the energy! Now  you're starting to sound like one of them.
Silly kids seem to think us more mature folks are all through  having
adventures."

"Those 'kids' are probably afraid that you've used up all the good
adventures yourself," Spock  quipped. With a hand on Jim's lower back
he led him away from the mirror and towards the bed.

"We *have* been through quite a lot, haven't we," Jim mused, one arm
around Spock's back. He lay  down across the bed and helped Spock
climb on top of him.

Jim ran his fingers through Spock's hair lazily as Spock finished
unfastening his jacket for him.  The complicated uniforms always made
lovemaking half-striptease, half-puzzlebox, but it only made  it more
tantalizing and satisfying when they were finally nude. He started to
undress Spock too,  wondering if the Vulcan stayed in his uniform
until bed lately purposely to give him this extra  tease.

The wine-colored jackets deposited in a chair, the men next turned
their attentions to the white  shirts. Spock pulled Kirk's shirt up to
his armpits but made no effort to take it off completely.  Instead, he
turned his attentions to Kirk's belly, which now, unshackled by belt
or jacket, threatened  to declare mutiny against the pants and
proclaim itself a new nation.

Spock ran his hands over Kirk's paunch, concentrating on every action.
"This much is a novelty  for a Vulcan," he pointed out to his partner,
who was still slightly sensitive about his weight from  the events of
the day. "We do not store fat in the way humans do. Therefore the
exotic becomes the erotic."

"You're right, I've never seen a fat Vulcan," Kirk breathed. What was
Spock doing to his stomach?

A nose pressed into the soft cushion of midsection and then Spock's
thorough mouth began to lick.  He nibbled patterns and swirls across
Jim's skin, his hands somewhere underneath Jim's body lightly 
gripping his backside. Jim's head lolled into the pillow and he closed
his eyes in delight as his  stomach twitched at the attention.

He opened his eyes to find out why Spock had stopped licking his belly
and found his husband  pulling off his own shirt. He quickly followed
suit and soon both shirts lay on the same chair as  the jackets,
waiting to be joined very soon by pants.

Jim's hands were at his fly but before he could do anything about the
pants situation Spock had  slammed his body down on top of him,
pressing their bare chests together. He moaned at the sudden 
pleasurable contact. Inching his trapped hands out from under Spock,
he eventually worked them free  and put them to use kneading Spock's
ass. Encouraged by this, the Vulcan humped him harder. Their 
erections brushed together through their trousers, and Kirk fidgeted
around to align them.

Jim let out an ecstatic yelp as Spock sucked at the base of his neck.
Their bodies rubbed  together in the familiar rhythm of decades of
such nights. Spock licked a slow, careful trail over  Jim's chin up to
his mouth, and reached it triumphantly with a deep, full kiss.

Their mouths merged wetly and energetically as they dove down each
other's throats. Spock's tongue  was soft and agile and licked at all
the places in Jim's mouth that it knew best, saying hello. Jim 
groaned into the kiss as he struggled to grind their hard penises
together through the pants.

"You wish something?" Spock teased, as Jim tugged at the back of
Spock's waistband clumsily.

"You," Jim grunted, his cheek pressed tightly against Spock's.  

"I'm right here," Spock pointed out, emphasizing this by wrapping his
tongue around the back of  Jim's ear.

"No... pants... aaaaahhhh...." Jim was jelly from all the places
Spock's tongue had visited.

Spock must have decided he was sufficiently teased, because he moved
away from Kirk's body slightly  in order to divest himself of his
uniform pants. Kirk didn't waste any time in getting out of his own 
as well. Pants and boxers settled down agreeably in the chair with the
other clothing and the men  returned their attentions to each other's
newly undressed bodies.

Spock dove at Jim's belly again with his mouth, even as Jim fumbled
around with his hands trying  to pull Spock into some kind of position
condusive to sex. His penis ground into Spock's chest hair,  wanting
attention. But Spock was apparently preparing Jim's middle for
something. He was leaving  much more saliva across his skin than such
body-licking would usually warrant.

Then he hauled himself up and positioned himself so that his erection
jutted into Jim's belly fat.  His face inches away from Jim's, he
brushed a quick kiss onto his bondmate's mouth before thrusting 
against him.

The smooth, sensitive skin on Jim's stomach was new to the sensation
of being fucked, and it was  highly arousing to feel Spock's genitalia
moving against a part of his body it didn't usually touch.  Spock
wrapped his thighs around Jim's penis so that it could slide
comfortably into the crevice  between Spock's buttocks, with Spock's
balls resting on top of it. "Mmmmhhh."

Spock ran his fingers into the Jim's thick, graying hair and cradled
his head with both hands.  It was close enough to a meld for Jim to
feel the essence of Spock's being humming away inside his 
consciousness. He loved this alien *so much*, this man who had been
part of him for so many years...  his loyal friend who had fought with
him, explored with him, spent shore leaves and quiet nights  with him,
and was now making love to his stomach.

Jim pumped into the tight space between Spock's legs. He knew Spock
was getting close to coming;  he could feel the other man's penis
tensing as Spock held his breath momentarily. Jim craned his  neck to
reach the tip of Spock's ear with his tongue and flicked it roughly.
With a gasp, Spock  came, spilling his passion out upon Jim's
midsection. Jim climaxed a moment later and they held  each other,
eyes closed, breathing heavily, until their orgasms finished.

Jim was surprised out of his happy stupor when Spock wriggled out of
his arms to return his  attention yet again to Jim's stomach, which
was now covered in glistening gelatinous Vulcan semen.  Spock
proceeded to lick Jim's skin clean, dragging his tongue across the wet
evidence of his own  climax. Jim filed the intensely erotic image away
in his mind for boring staff meetings with the  admiralty.

When he was finished, Spock lay down next to Jim and rested his head
against the other pillow  in the bed. His face turned to Jim and he
simply looked at him, with big, deep, beautiful eyes.  One eyebrow
rose slightly, which was Vulcan for *Was it good for you?*.

"Wonderful, as always," Jim breathed, lifting Spock's hand to his
mouth and kissing his knuckles.  "Very thorough. I'm glad you think so
highly of my..." He looked down across the expanse of his body.

"As long as you are healthy, t'hy'la. This is natural for your genetic
body type."

"You have a very creative way of making up for what those cadets were
saying," Kirk flirted.

"Thank you. I am grateful, however, that they selected this particular
manifestation of your  aging on which to comment."

"What do you mean?"  

"Imagine my acrobatics if the conversation all day had been about your
graying hair."

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