[fic] stxi - water conservation
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damalurbackupWater Conservation. Spock/McCoy, written for Porn Battle VIII. "On Vulcan, such waste of water is not taboo, precisely, but it is considered...extravagant." Rated NC-17.
WATER CONSERVATION
They haven't been sharing quarters for long before Bones notices something strange about Spock: the Vulcan only takes sonic showers. He is efficient in all things, and it's a five-minute process for him to strip, clean himself, and re-dress. Bones, on the other hand, likes nothing better than luxuriate in a real shower with piping-hot water. On board the Enterprise he limits himself to fifteen minutes - twenty if it's been a long day - but planetside, he has no trouble wasting hours at a time under the spray, until his skin prunes and all the glass in the room fogs over.
So Bones brings it up one evening. He's slathering on his depilatory treatment when Spock comes into the bathroom and undresses; they're long past modesty of any sort with each other. Spock neatly folds his uniform - of course he does, anal-retentive menace that he is - and switches the setting to sonic.
"Spock," Bones says, watching his lover in the mirror. "How come you never take a water shower?"
Spock looks startled. "I suppose - " he says, and stops. Bones gloats briefly; there aren't many people who can get Spock to start talking before he's thought up an answer. "On Vulcan, such waste of water is not taboo, precisely, but it is considered...extravagant."
Bones pats his cheeks dry. "So you've only taken sonics?"
"That is accurate."
"Well," Bones says, and tosses his washcloth down. "The hell if I'm sleeping with anyone who hasn't taken a real shower." And just like that, he shucks his pajamas pants and movies Spock bodily aside to adjust the shower controls and start the water. Maybe his hands linger a touch too long on Spock's shoulders - they're both naked, though, and they've got this new Vulcan bond thing, which is some pretty weird shit, as far as Bones is concerned. Makes him horny all the goddamn time, and he could do without knowing exactly how it is that the transporter breaks him down into atoms and shoots him across a vacuum.
Spock has his indulging-the-human face on. "Leonard, this serves no purpose - "
"Shove it," Bones says cheerfully, and crowds him into the shower stall. The bathrooms aren't what he'd call spacious, but they're senior staff, so they have the best two-man suite available. "You're all about - what is it, 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations.' This is one more infinite diversity for you to infinitely experience."
Spock exhales, but he allows Bones to herd him under the shower head. Bones cups the nape of Spock's neck and guides his head under the water; Spock closely his eyes obediently and keeps them closed when he ducks out again, so Bones steals a moment to watch the water bead on Spock's thick eyelashes.
"Well?"
Spock blinks. He looks kind of like a drowned cat, with his hair all slicked down and half-lidded, lazy eyes; his enjoyment of the heat, if not the wetness, is palpable. "The sensation is certainly unusual," he allows.
"Yeah," Bones says. "'Unusual.'" It takes a bit of shuffling - fortunately, Spock seems about as pliant as he ever gets - but Bones snags a bottle of shampoo from the ledge. All of his soaps and shampoos are strong, unscented, and of the variety formulated to scrub away grit from a hundred different planets and blood from a hundred different species. As he squeezes a dollop of shampoo into his hand, he wishes pointlessly for something that doesn't smell like antibacterial agent.
"Close your eyes again." Spock does, and Bones massages the shampoo into the other man's scalp. Spock's hair is thick and glossy; Bones figures that Vulcans could make a killing selling their hair-care secrets if they didn't all wear bowlcuts. "Now hold your breath," he says, and guides Spock back under the water.
Seeing Spock all wet is a treat; the water slides down the musculature of his shoulders and past his lean waist and slicks off the curve of his ass, but Bones ignores the slow burn of arousal and starts to lather Spock's back instead. "Nasty business with the Medusans, huh?"
"Indeed," Spock murmurs. Bones can feel the other's weariness right down to the soles of his feet. "Mr. Marvick's fate was most regrettable."
Bones lifts one of Spock's hands and takes his time working the soap between his lover's fingers; Spock doesn't have the vestigial webbing of a human, but his hands are exquisitely sensitive. When Bones trails his fingertips across Spock's palm, the Vulcan shudders.
"C'mere," Bones says, and Spock fits his body against Bones' front and lets his head fall back; the water beats against his throat and chest. Bones rubs the soap between both hands, sets it aside, traces down Spock's stomach, and finally wraps a slick hand around Spock's half-hard cock.
"Nngh," Spock moans.
"Shh," Bones says. "Easy does it." Despite his exhaustion, Spock hardens rapidly; Bones keeps his strokes loose and lazy. Some of the soap bubbles gather at Spock's ridge, and Bones pops them with his thumb.
"Leonard - "
"I'm here," Bones says, and switches to an underhanded grip. Spock starts to rock into his hand, so Bones picks up his rhythm. "I'm right here."
Spock's rear is delicious against Bones' own erection; he does his best to ignore the sensation, but it's hard not to thrust in time to Spock's hips. Even more heady is the rush he feels along their link. The bond between them is wide open now, heightened by arousal and full-body contact, and every last ounce of Spock's need echoes through Bones, every brush of skin against skin reverberates until the feedback loop is almost unbearable.
Faster, Spock says -
Before he fully forms the thought, Bones pumps harder, twists his hands, and says in Spock's ear and mind, "Come for me."
And Spock does.
Bones follows only seconds later, shooting against the small of Spock's back, but his climax is only a side-effect; Spock's vision goes black. Bones has to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him from slumping to the floor.
A few minutes later, when Spock takes his own weight again, Bones says, "Good?"
Satiation blossoms in his mind.
"Good," he confirms, and scrubs them both down; Spock is flushed an exotic olive hue all over, but Bones makes haste, because they're dead on their feet.
They have to share a towel, since Bones only has the one. "Sonic showers are far more efficient," Spock points out, and Bones retorts with a discourteous remark about Vulcan stubbornness.
But the next evening, when Spock flips on the water, Bones bites his tongue and lets Spock repay the favor.
WATER CONSERVATION
They haven't been sharing quarters for long before Bones notices something strange about Spock: the Vulcan only takes sonic showers. He is efficient in all things, and it's a five-minute process for him to strip, clean himself, and re-dress. Bones, on the other hand, likes nothing better than luxuriate in a real shower with piping-hot water. On board the Enterprise he limits himself to fifteen minutes - twenty if it's been a long day - but planetside, he has no trouble wasting hours at a time under the spray, until his skin prunes and all the glass in the room fogs over.
So Bones brings it up one evening. He's slathering on his depilatory treatment when Spock comes into the bathroom and undresses; they're long past modesty of any sort with each other. Spock neatly folds his uniform - of course he does, anal-retentive menace that he is - and switches the setting to sonic.
"Spock," Bones says, watching his lover in the mirror. "How come you never take a water shower?"
Spock looks startled. "I suppose - " he says, and stops. Bones gloats briefly; there aren't many people who can get Spock to start talking before he's thought up an answer. "On Vulcan, such waste of water is not taboo, precisely, but it is considered...extravagant."
Bones pats his cheeks dry. "So you've only taken sonics?"
"That is accurate."
"Well," Bones says, and tosses his washcloth down. "The hell if I'm sleeping with anyone who hasn't taken a real shower." And just like that, he shucks his pajamas pants and movies Spock bodily aside to adjust the shower controls and start the water. Maybe his hands linger a touch too long on Spock's shoulders - they're both naked, though, and they've got this new Vulcan bond thing, which is some pretty weird shit, as far as Bones is concerned. Makes him horny all the goddamn time, and he could do without knowing exactly how it is that the transporter breaks him down into atoms and shoots him across a vacuum.
Spock has his indulging-the-human face on. "Leonard, this serves no purpose - "
"Shove it," Bones says cheerfully, and crowds him into the shower stall. The bathrooms aren't what he'd call spacious, but they're senior staff, so they have the best two-man suite available. "You're all about - what is it, 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations.' This is one more infinite diversity for you to infinitely experience."
Spock exhales, but he allows Bones to herd him under the shower head. Bones cups the nape of Spock's neck and guides his head under the water; Spock closely his eyes obediently and keeps them closed when he ducks out again, so Bones steals a moment to watch the water bead on Spock's thick eyelashes.
"Well?"
Spock blinks. He looks kind of like a drowned cat, with his hair all slicked down and half-lidded, lazy eyes; his enjoyment of the heat, if not the wetness, is palpable. "The sensation is certainly unusual," he allows.
"Yeah," Bones says. "'Unusual.'" It takes a bit of shuffling - fortunately, Spock seems about as pliant as he ever gets - but Bones snags a bottle of shampoo from the ledge. All of his soaps and shampoos are strong, unscented, and of the variety formulated to scrub away grit from a hundred different planets and blood from a hundred different species. As he squeezes a dollop of shampoo into his hand, he wishes pointlessly for something that doesn't smell like antibacterial agent.
"Close your eyes again." Spock does, and Bones massages the shampoo into the other man's scalp. Spock's hair is thick and glossy; Bones figures that Vulcans could make a killing selling their hair-care secrets if they didn't all wear bowlcuts. "Now hold your breath," he says, and guides Spock back under the water.
Seeing Spock all wet is a treat; the water slides down the musculature of his shoulders and past his lean waist and slicks off the curve of his ass, but Bones ignores the slow burn of arousal and starts to lather Spock's back instead. "Nasty business with the Medusans, huh?"
"Indeed," Spock murmurs. Bones can feel the other's weariness right down to the soles of his feet. "Mr. Marvick's fate was most regrettable."
Bones lifts one of Spock's hands and takes his time working the soap between his lover's fingers; Spock doesn't have the vestigial webbing of a human, but his hands are exquisitely sensitive. When Bones trails his fingertips across Spock's palm, the Vulcan shudders.
"C'mere," Bones says, and Spock fits his body against Bones' front and lets his head fall back; the water beats against his throat and chest. Bones rubs the soap between both hands, sets it aside, traces down Spock's stomach, and finally wraps a slick hand around Spock's half-hard cock.
"Nngh," Spock moans.
"Shh," Bones says. "Easy does it." Despite his exhaustion, Spock hardens rapidly; Bones keeps his strokes loose and lazy. Some of the soap bubbles gather at Spock's ridge, and Bones pops them with his thumb.
"Leonard - "
"I'm here," Bones says, and switches to an underhanded grip. Spock starts to rock into his hand, so Bones picks up his rhythm. "I'm right here."
Spock's rear is delicious against Bones' own erection; he does his best to ignore the sensation, but it's hard not to thrust in time to Spock's hips. Even more heady is the rush he feels along their link. The bond between them is wide open now, heightened by arousal and full-body contact, and every last ounce of Spock's need echoes through Bones, every brush of skin against skin reverberates until the feedback loop is almost unbearable.
Faster, Spock says -
Before he fully forms the thought, Bones pumps harder, twists his hands, and says in Spock's ear and mind, "Come for me."
And Spock does.
Bones follows only seconds later, shooting against the small of Spock's back, but his climax is only a side-effect; Spock's vision goes black. Bones has to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him from slumping to the floor.
A few minutes later, when Spock takes his own weight again, Bones says, "Good?"
Satiation blossoms in his mind.
"Good," he confirms, and scrubs them both down; Spock is flushed an exotic olive hue all over, but Bones makes haste, because they're dead on their feet.
They have to share a towel, since Bones only has the one. "Sonic showers are far more efficient," Spock points out, and Bones retorts with a discourteous remark about Vulcan stubbornness.
But the next evening, when Spock flips on the water, Bones bites his tongue and lets Spock repay the favor.
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Date: 2009-06-12 11:51 pm (UTC)I started stalking you on lj when I realised you were the only consistent Spock/McCoy writer I had found. So I read everything you've done.
This one? Is simply delicious. There's no other word. It's completely in character and very sexy.
I love it. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2009-06-20 07:11 am (UTC)Hot/Awesome/Fav Line:
"...says in Spock's ear and mind, 'Come for me.'
And Spock does.
Bones follows only seconds later, shooting against the small of Spock's back, but his climax is only a side-effect; Spock's vision goes black. Bones has to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him from slumping to the floor.
A few minutes later, when Spock takes his own weight again, Bones says, "Good?"
Satiation blossoms in his mind."
HOT.
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Date: 2009-06-21 12:53 am (UTC)i love you so much and I'm suprise i haven commented before
You have such a gift of words.The story feels real and is particularly delicious.
Keep up the beautiful work.
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