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You can pry the whump and hurt/comfort from my cold, dead hands

hurt/comfort smut;
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Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness;

The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love.

This post can provide that, too.

Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step.

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( To that curious expression, Jim would be met with something unreadable, a pleasant neutrality. He would not answer an inquiry that is so obviously meant as bait. Spock had learned from a young age to guard his true thoughts and feelings, had learned to contemplate multiple thought processes simultaneously. He did not lie with what he told Jim. It simply had not been the complete truth.

His thoughts turn now to the bandage in question, looking first at it then to Jim's gaze. He knows well by now the playful tone, the mischievous glint in those eyes. )

Perhaps I shall summon Dr. McCoy to this task. I have heard from patients how incredible his touch is, very certain and steady upon the human anatomy.

( Who's playing who? Difficult to determine. Spock is serious... to a point. There's a lilt to his voice, a note of teasing that only Jim or Uhura might ever see. )

( Flirting with Spock is a completely new experience for Jim, because he is an unrepentant flirt across the board, and he doesn't even know if Spock can flirt. Except he's fairly certain they do, sometimes, it's just rare for him to not know if he's getting to someone. It is what makes Spock irresistible in a way, like he wants to crack into that beautiful head of his and learn all his secrets. It gets frustrating too, but most of the time, he loves the game.

Jim makes a face at Spock at that particular volley, rolling his eyes. )

Oh sure, he's got a great bedside manner to everyone but me.

( They're best friends and this is just how they are with each other. They bicker and snark at each other like brothers, and he loves him, but he also is very tired of him at the moment.

Fine, Jim tries to reach for the bandage, and true to his word, he winces at it. It's not fake either, the flicker of discomfort is not fakeable, and he didn't know it would happen until it did. Whoops, he accidentally told the truth. Not that he won't use it to his advantage, looking at Spock with plaintive very blue eyes. )

( He can only withstand a moment of that obviously genuine pain before he's stepping forward into Jim's space. Sharp eyes meet those pleading ones, and for a second, the corners of his mouth quirk upward in a small quiet show of amusement. )

How foolish of me to ever doubt the word of my Captain. I shall endeavor to avoid this mistake in the future.

( Softly spoken as ever with that same formality on just this side of sarcastic. He watches Jim for a second beneath his lashes before reaching out, tracing a fingertip of the edges of the wrapping. He looks down at where it was taped securely to the skin. Almost too securely, one might say. His expression shifts once more to clinical and without giving it a second thought, he kneels as gracefully as any knight standing before his Queen.

A second hand joins the first, carefully feeling along the wrappings' intertwining threads, seeking a spot where he might begin to delicately begin its removal from wounded flesh. Those probing fingertips eventually do find a suitable opening beneath the tape. He frowns a little, and looks up into those pretty blue eyes. )

I could do this fast or slow, Jim. Which would you prefer?

( Jim thought he had a handle on this until Spock moved into his personal space and all he can do is say oh in his head when he does. Luckily he doesn't say that out loud in the breathless way he would probably. He is not only a strong presence but he is giving that rare little smile on top of it. For a few seconds Jim can't hide his reaction which is open fascination and surprise, flashing through said pretty eyes.

Spock has long lashes and full lips and not everyone could pull off that hair cut but it suits him. Jim wonders what it would be like to touch those pointed ears or trace his lips with his thumb. The problem is that Jim wants to be as good as Spock at hiding his thoughts but he's not. He's all heart and emotion and pretty open about it. His breath catches at the first touch of Spock's fingers and then he kneels. He fucking kneels in front of Jim and Jim's mouth goes dry.

Jim swallows through it, hoping this can be chalked up to pain instead of fixated lust. Oh hell. He's supposed to be the one who is good at this, but he can't tell if Spock's trying to be. His hand lifts as if to touch Spock's head but the movement is immediately stopped. It's too suggestive. Spock probably doesn't even know. This is fine. Everything is fine. )

Fast. I'm more of a rip off the band-aid type.

( Not a surprise he wants things fast and direct. But once he does that Spock will stop touching him. A real dilemma! )

( Spock is very keenly aware of the effect he's having on the Captain. He is also quite proficient in masking this knowledge under a pretense of professionalism. He can feel the quickening heartbeat beneath his fingertips, hear that indrawn breath above him.

It is quite... exhilarating.

Two fingers remain nestled beneath the bandage's tiny opening while his other hand strays. His fingertips drift along Kirk's abdomen, feather light, peppering tiny presses here and there. Seemingly at random, he traces a path downwards from Kirk's bellybutton to lower still, trailing his fingers as far as permitted before being prevented further explorations by a belt loop or zipper.

With a slight angling of his hand, his palm rests over that belt loop now, with his touch so achingly close to dipping beneath that restraint and fabric. And all the while he watches Jim, for his own indulgence and waiting for that precise moment when want becomes distraction...

It's only then does he yank, quick and sudden, on the bandage, separating it completely from the pale skin. He flicks the item away, uncaring where it lands, and his hand returns to that spot, attempting to soothe away the pain with his gentle touch. )

( It's absolutely at the moment when Spock's fingers start to stray that Jim is positive he's doing it on purpose. Jim has a strong build, he has abs that Spock can trace if he wants, albeit with a bandage on part of his chest. His heart is pounding by now and he can't help but lick his very dry lips when Spock's touch moves from his bellybutton downward.

What is he doing? Does he want this? Signs point to yes but Jim is still wary. It would be a big deal to hit on his first officer if it led to a rejection and made things awkward. Then his hand is over Jim's belt loop and his breath catches and he is actively now trying not to get hard from the sheer suggestion that Spock is giving right now. )

Spock.

( He murmurs, want so clear in his eyes, so yes, he's completely distracted when Spock rips it off. It's genius and he yipes at it, the sting of it waking him out of his lustful cloud briefly. )

You're a dick. ( He grumbles at him. He asked for the swiftness so he's really talking about Spock teasing him into distraction. )

Unless you plan to do anything else down there. ( Jim is either blushing or flushed, either/or. ) You really have to stand up right now.

( Those words bring about an subtly delighted look, coyly innocent. )

I did as you requested of me, Jim. It was only logical to catch you unawares of the upcoming pain.

( Though his tone of voice has remained still formal, his teasing is damnably obvious, worsened by the tiny smirk playing across his lips. His fingers smooth over the reddened shape the bandage had left behind. His other hand, still palming the belt's clasp, unfurl from their loose hold, moving lower. The promise of a firm touch through thick denim, and the sinful denial of one.

One might almost think he were experienced in this sort of thing, but they would be remiss. He had only been the recipient of such affections. During those occasions, he always found himself transfixed by Uhura. Something in how she'd looked so in control and even powerful in what he'd incorrectly perceived as a purely submissive act. It's something that had begun a curiosity in the back of his mind, one that over time, evolved into a need to explore.

He is only beginning to understand and comprehend the emotions that, as ever, threaten to overwhelm his logical mind. Perhaps they already have. )

Do you require anything more of me while I'm down here... Captain?

You know very well that's an unusual distracting tactic from you.

( And it would be frustrating if Jim wasn't starting to suspect this situation was going to turn out better than he thought. It is not rare for him to let his dick do the thinking, and he has been trying to get better at that. Logically, it's not wise, but Spock is the king of logic so if he doesn't think it's a bad idea, maybe it's not. It's very easy to see why this would be a marvelous idea when Spock keeps touching him like that.

His eyelashes flutter when he can feel Spock's hand hover so close to his crotch and it's unfair. He looks down at Spock and lets his hand do what it's wanted, cautiously dropping down to touch Spock's head. He is not usually this tentative but he is slow when he runs his fingers through that black silky hair. )

I'm not going to order you to do anything." ( A pause, and then a smirk. ) Unless you're into that.

( Hey Spock did just use his title. Maybe he was into that. Jim isn't able to really control the start of his arousal, knowing it won't be long before Spock can tell, with how close he is. )

Are you trying to seduce me, Mr. Spock?

( Jim Kirk has never been seduced. He's always the seducer, but this definitely feels like an unexpected (but very welcome) seduction. )

( Was he into being ordered? The thought did have a certain thrill to it, he had to admit. For once, he didn't want to follow that thought to its logical end. This... wasn't about logic at all. None of tonight was. )

Is it working?

( Spock replies to that inquiry with one of his own, the playful tone suggesting he knew answer already. He lowers his head, permitting that exploratory hand to touch as it wanted. A low moan escapes from parted lips, sounded almost like a purr.

He leans forward, tempted by that expanse of skin and placing a gentle, too-light kiss on those abs, then another a bit lower. The hand tracing the wound winds around to Jim's back, still touching, as if intending to memorize every bit of him through touch alone. Spock looks up, watching Jim through intense dark eyes. )

Tell me... Are you enjoying this, Jim?

( His fingers work at that cumbersome belt. Another kiss, just above it. Maybe he did want some orders after all. Or begging. He decides, quite suddenly, both would be enjoyable. )

It's very much working.

( Jim says, breathless, mouth dry, electricity zooming through his veins. Now that Spock seems to be very intentional, he's stopped trying to picture the most nonsexual things he can think of to hold himself back from a reaction. He lets the lust heat up his body, his cock starting to make its interest very known underneath his pants. Spock's touching him, still teasing.

Then he moans, and it sounds like a purr, like he wants this as much as Jim does, and Jim gasps. )

Oh my god.

( The kisses on his abs feel unbelievably good and he can't believe this is happening, that his very lustful and inappropriate fantasies are coming to fruition. Jim's fingers run through Spock's hair over and over, a caress, tightening slightly when his hands move to Jim's belt. )

You can't tell I'm enjoying myself?

( That's a tease, considering there is no question from the bulge in his pants that he is. But he has no trouble talking, since Spock's prompting him. If he wants communication he can get it. )

Have you sucked cock before, Spock?

( His other hand drops to caress the side of Spock's face, tracing fingers over his lips. His voice is a rasp somewhere between suggestive and demanding.)

Put your mouth on me.

( Those words are a delight to senses that are, quite rapidly, becoming hyper-sensitive. Scientifically, he knows this to be due to desire: pupils dilating, breath quickening, every touch feeling like lightning in his veins. He's very, very aware of what he's doing, but not to the point of turning off that innate thirst for analysis.

Jim's reactions... A lovely shade of green flushes Spock's cheeks and he shifts on his knees, getting more comfortable. His hand strays from the belt, palming the bulge, then with a dexterous flick of fingers, has the clasp loosened and open as if he'd done it a thousand times before. Those sweet words help keep him focused. The question to his experience is so raunchy, yet he responds with his usual trademark way; even as his own arousal deepens his voice to something just above a soft growl. )

I have not, Jim. I am keenly intrigued by this oral exploration.

( Another moan, that same almost-purr sound that vibrated the back of his throat. His tongue flicked out, pressing the cool wetness to Jim's hand, an exploratory taste. His hand doesn't sit idle, reaching in, exploring Jim's hardness and fleshy girth with seeking, needy fingers. )

As my Captain wishes...

( He meant that to be playful, even coy, but his eagerness betrays him. Strange how his body was reacting, hardening as if with anticipation. Perhaps that is a trained response? His hand slips away from Jim's cock only long enough to shove away bothersome fabrics, his other hand sliding down the smoothness of his Captain's ass to assist with the task. The pants and belt end up somewhere around mid-thigh before Spock is leaning forward, tracing the cockhead with his tongue, sampling its flavor.

Impatient? Spock? Never.

His hands move back to Jim's hips, almost absently, the Vulcan focused on tasting. Slowly, he draws Jim into his mouth, still exploring with his tongue, his eyes briefly closing. His pace remains unhurried, swallowing Jim near to the base, reflexively swallowing, but otherwise showing no difficulty. He pulls back, lingering and savoring and, oh, its taste was exquisite. His mouth moves away from the tip, tongue circling that sensitive area before it leaves his mouth with a wet 'pop'. )

It is... illogical... that I should find your taste so... appealing, and so quickly. ( He licks his lips, collecting the strand of fluid there that lingered. ) Is that normal?

( He's new to this but damned if he doesn't seem like he knows exactly what he's doing too. Jim's body is on fire and his skin is flushed everywhere to show it, trying to catch air in his lungs but it gets more difficult with Spock's touch. He has never seen a reason to hold back in the bedroom so he openly moans when Spock's hand touches him through his pants. )

You're ... you're doing great.

( He murmurs, his heartbeat stuttering when Spock's tongue is on his fingers. It's a great sign of things to come and he wonders if he'll be able to keep standing for all of this. Jim might end up weak in the knees. He laughs breathlessly at that as my Captain wishes, deciding that yeah, sounds like Spock is into their roles coming in here. Jim isn't against it. Not when it gets him this. He's rock hard now so removing his pants is so helpful. )

Oh fuck. Fuck Spock, I've wanted this for so long.

( He shouldn't be held accountable for his glimpses of pure honesty when Spock is taking his cock into hot warm wetness. He has wanted this a long time. Spock's beautiful and their contrasting personalities feel more like a perfect ying and yang than a struggle. Jim would say this is a crush like many before, but he's not wanted any of his crew, even if he's needed release like crazy. He gets to pick up lovers occasionally on their missions and god he needs it, he's just someone who needs this, who lets the desire unfurl in his stomach and want for relief. But it's only been Spock in his fantasies lately.

For a novice Spock is doing great, giving him just enough suction and Jim resists the urge to move forward to get more of his mouth. He doesn't want to gag him though so he keeps control, letting the Vulcan keep a grasp on his hips and movement. He doesn't need an expert. Spock is what he needs. Jim looks down and watches as Spock's head moves, the slow drag of his cock into his mouth looking damned good from where he's standing. )

It's normal, yeah, whatever you like is normal.

( Jim says on a laugh. It's hot because of what he's doing and also because of that earnest question. He wants to push Spock's head back toward his aching cock, but he thinks the question is sweet. Innocent in a way and it makes his heart fill with affection. Jim wants few things more than to let Spock keep sucking him, but he wants this to be right more. This is Spock. For all he knows it's a one-off deal so he has to make it count.

With that in mind he tugs on Spock's hair. )

Come up here, Mr. Spock.

( Since they're playfully using their go-to titles. Jim's reason why is telegraphed when Spock does listen because he licks his lips in full anticipation, the caress on Spock's cheekbone so deliberate now. )

Kiss me. ( He smirks. ) That's an order.

Edited (I just saw I typed ''gaga" instead of "gag" and that needs to be fixed lol) 2020-11-11 21:45 (UTC)

( His wet lips parted, a faint blush to his cheeks, his hair messy... Spock betrays so many of his emotions by appearance alone. He would feel ashamed if he weren't in such a state of sensual eroticism. The likes of which he hadn't entirely experienced with Uhura. Questions, so many of them, flooded his mind.

All silenced the very second Jim commands him and in one smooth, swift motion, he stands. Even aroused, his movements are graceful in their precision. Halfway up, one of his hands slide from Jim's hips to the column of his throat, a feather-light but insistent touch. )

An order for this is hardly required...

( Spock teases in that same damnably formal tone. With one hand to the back of Jim's neck he pulls him closer, closing the gap between them as he obeys the command. A soft, breathy moan escapes him and he presses himself more insistently against Jim, whimpering at the simultaneous too-much-and-too-little friction to where he needed it most. If Jim held even a shred of doubt about Spock's desire, the swell of hardness beneath his trousers would eliminate every bit of it. )

( Spock looks downright beautiful at the moment. He always is, but typically in this untouchable distant way outside of the times he gives Jim little smiles or playful eyebrow raising. Jim feeds on those moments but nothing could prepare him for this. Now all Jim wants is to fully debauch him, to make his hair messy, his expression wrecked, his head tip back with pleasure.

Jim meets him in the kiss with pent up passion, not taking it slow or easy, licking his way aggressively into Spock's mouth to taste him. One hand dives into his silky hair to hold him there but he can feel Spock's eagerness. There are few things sexier than someone wanting him desperately, and it's Spock.

Jim wastes no time at all by dropping his hands to Spock's trousers and his fingers are skilled, fast, knowing. This is hardly the first time he's been in a rush to get someone out of their Starfleet clothes, it's just been a bit. He himself is already stepping out of his clothes, diving his hands under to grip Spock's bare ass and squeeze it, tugging him into Jim's knowing and rocking hips.

If he could keep kissing Spock forever that would be great but he needs to breathe and he also needs to break them apart long enough to tug Spock's shirt off him and over his head. Jim gives a very quick but very thorough glance over him, breathing raggedly.)

Take off the rest of your clothes and get on my bed.

( It is somewhere between an order and a genuine plea, he just has to see this fantasy come to life, Spock spread out on his bed, his perfect long limbs stretched out on his sheets. )

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