oh no thought Kirk. spock needed to tell him something! BUt he wasn’t ready to listen to anythign Mr. spock had to say because he coudln’t do anything but think about how HOT Spock looked when he was upset. Oh right He really was upset though? “That’s bad that he’s upset” though Kirk. “I should be a good friend and listem to him even though Im having a hard time right now”
Kirk was happy with this decision he had made. He would supress his feelings and be a good friend like he always did becayuse this was his Duty as captain of a star ship. Captains of starships didn’t get to have sex especially not gay sex
“What is it Mr. SpocK?” he asked quietly looking away shyly.
Spock saw his captian being serious and felt even more nervous. He was being so illogical right now, he should just leave. ‘He will think I am not a rtrue vulcan’ spock thought in worry. ‘what if he fires me because I am not being a good officer. A good officer does not show his emotions!’ Spock was begun to have second thoughts about all of this.
“It isnt important anymore, Spock said and turned to leave. He felot so embarrassed aboiut all of this why did he think it was a good idea? He needed to think of what was logic and this was not. He went to the door and started to leave. “I will see you on the brige captain”
“NO WAIT SPOCK”
Kirk grabbed his shoulder sexily. All that stuff he thought about early wooshed out of his mind like a really fast rocket ship. Screw the rules about captains not getting to have gay sex he needed Spock to now his feelings PRONTO or he might just die
besides Spock had TOTALLY just been about to tell him somethign important (kirk had like a sixth sense for sexual tension or something)
and there was NO WAY Kirk was letting him get away.
“I…I…” Kirk began to talk but almost lost his nerve. “I WANT YOU’RE VULCAN BODY SPOCK”
Spock was surprised by the captains words. “i’m sorry?” he asked in surprise “Captain I dont understand…” he was so confused, how could kirk say these things? Kirk was his friend, they had served together so long, how could he have these illogical feeligns also? He was a Human, of course, that must be it.
“Captain I…I want yuo also.” he was tyring to be calm and logical like a vulcan but he just couldnt anymore. he was so in love with kirk it was driving him crazy “Kirk I love you” spock said, he was so ashamed. He grabbed Kirk and kissed him, and it was like a forbidden pleasure - but those always taste the sweetest.
HEY IF YOU CANT HANDLE MY SPECTACULAR MANLINESS HITTING YOU IN THE FACE AS SOON AS YOU GET HERE THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY
WELL I THINK YOUR WRITING IS SUPER GHEY SO I SHALL BUGGER ON UNTIL THE END
HOW DO YA LIKE THEM APPLES
YOU DONT DO YA
THEYRE REALLY SHITTY APPLES
ALL MUSHY AND BLAND AND SHIT
AND THEY FEEL DRY IN YOUR MOUTH
BUT IM MAKING YOU EAT THEM SHITTY APPLES ANYWAY
Pitch grinned like a shark in bloodied water. “Anything?” he echoed, sucking at the soft flesh of Jack’s stomach. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific, my dear…”
Jack moaned out the Nightmare King’s name. “I want you… please, Pitch…” The tendril wasn’t enough. Jack wanted, needed, more.
Pitch licked at the skin below his navel, letting his fingers brush Jack’s arousal; his breath was hot and his eyes were bright, shining like a cat’s in the dark.
“You want me?”
He wrapped his fingers around him tightly but kept his hand perfectly still. “You want me to do what? Move my hand? Suck you off?” A wicked grin played across his features. “You have the filthiest dreams, Jack Frost. Your desires are so positively lewd, I almost blush at the thought of fulfilling them.”
His lips brushed the inside of his thigh. “And oh, you want something more than what I am giving you, don’t you, Jack? I can see it in your eyes…”
Pitch pulled back, revealing himself entire—his skin was like ash, a gradient which faded to darkness and shadow. He was plainly aroused, if the hunger in his eyes weren’t enough to tell before. “I will ask you once more,” he said. “What is it you want me to do to you? I must say I’m at a bit of a loss…”
BOOZE IS POISON TOO BUT YOU DONT HEAR NO ONE BITCHIN ABOUT IT
AND THE RAZORS NOT CUTTING MY FLESH ISSUE WAS THE TOPIC OF
THE THIRD POST ON THIS BLOG
JEEZUS DOCTOR GET WITH THE PROGRAM
I TOLD YOU I DONT SPEAK WEEABOO
LIKE MILK REALLY
IT WAS LIKE A FLESH TWINKIE
ENOUGH OF A SHOCK TO GET MY PIZZA ROLL MAGIC BACK IN GEAR
i dont think youre taking into account the sheer fucking magnitude of the shitstorm celestia would rain upon me if i went and sought a “change of pace”
supplies are nonexistent
send something that might be food