obstinatrix | Fic: Vulcan Hand Sex (June 8th)

I need to stay away from

trek_rpf_kink. *sighs*

Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Yet another illogical lie about things which never happened, featuring people whose sexualities I am saying nothing about. At all.
Notes: The prompt was simply 'Vulcan hand sex. y/y? Nimoy invented it.' 'Y!' said I, and lo! Fic was born. In about eight minutes, which may serve as a warning.

"What do you think of this?" Leonard asks, reaching for Bill's hand. Bill looks at him uncertainly from under his eyelashes, but curiosity swiftly overcomes suspicion, and he holds out his arm, palm downwards.

"Of what?"

"This. For Sarek," Leonard clarifies, circling Bill's wrist easily in his fingers and turning it so the palm faces up. All is now, to Bill, as clear as mud. He wrinkles his nose.

"Len - "

"Ssshhh." He spreads his fingers, Vulcanlike, in pairs, and gestures to Bill to do the same. Bill cannot manage it; his muscles simply refuse to bend to his will. Leonard smiles a little, takes Bill's smallest and ring fingers, and folds them down into his palm. "Never mind. That'll do."

"Do for - ?"

Leonard presses the tips of his paired fingers to the tips of Bill's, gently, stopping Bill's thought in midsentence. For a moment, he simply holds them there, quite still, exerting a gentle pressure. Then, he curls them slightly, and uncurls again; once, twice, a soft undulation of skin against skin. Bill stares at their crossed fingers.

"What are you doing?" he manages, after a moment.

Leonard's smile broadens. "Vulcan finger-kissing," he announces, blithely. "Gene isn't sure about it. You've got to tell him it's perfect; I'm completely right."

Bill blinks. He is starting to grin, and can't quite will it away again, but he blinks all the same, registering confusion. "You think they kiss with their fingers?" His own are still under Leonard's, still now, at rest. There is something strangely pleasing about that firm, slight contact, something possessive and sure.

"Hey, hands are an erogenous zone for Vulcans, all right?"

Bill bursts out laughing at that. "An erogenous zone? Did you just say hands were an erogenous zone?" He pauses. "Did you just say Vulcans had erogenous zones?"

"Yes, I did, and yes, they do," Leonard counters smoothly.

Bill looks back down at their hands. "Doesn't look too sexy to me," he observes.

Leonard raises an eyebrow, Spock-fashion. "Well, point one: you're not a Vulcan. And point two: this is - I don't know - like, a peck on the cheek. It's not meant to be sexy. All I'm saying is that if they kiss with their hands - "

Bill is still grinning. " - eventually they end up at the hand sex stage?"

"Mmm," Leonard purrs, agreeing. "Eventually." He flicks his fingers against Bill's. Bill startles. "Via the other steps."

Bill opens his mouth to reply, and finds that his throat is inexplicably dry. He coughs to clear it; tries again. "Other steps?"

One corner of Leonard's mouth is lifted, one eyebrow raised. Bill realises after a second that he's Doing Spock, which is not an uncommon occurrence. Leonard often Does Spock when Bill has said something particularly ridiculous and he wants to exercise his faculty for sarcasm while giving the least possible offence; or when he wants to make Bill laugh, and thus says "Fascinating," in Spock's voice, at the most inappropriate moment he can conceive of. Sometimes, he Does Spock when they're discussing bits and pieces of the show's background, like now.

Now. Leonard draws the tips of his two fingers slowly, slowly up the length of Bill's, to the crease where they meet his palm, and back again. He repeats the motion, without waiting for Bill's comments, and, at the end of it, trails his fingers fully onto the adjoining palm. For a moment, he presses his fingertips to the centre, against the pulse-point. Then, gently, he begins to circle them, tracing the lines of Bill's palm in slow, quiescent circles.

"I guess that's Vulcan necking," Bill volunteers, after a long moment in which his palm has become inexplicably ticklish. His voice is a little strange. It irritates him, but there it is. Leonard lifts his eyebrow again.

"You might call it that." He allows his fingers to slip out of their slow orbit and onto the smooth skin of Bill's inner wrist. Bill shivers involuntarily; catches Leonard's eye by accident, and blushes.

"Tingly," he confesses, by way of explanation. Leonard breaks character, and smiles.

"Thought you said it wasn't sexy?"

"I didn't say it was sexy; I said it was tingly," Bill protests hotly. Leonard shrugs, and goes on smiling.

"Well, whatever works for you. I think it's pretty sexy." He lets his fingers circle Bill's wrist, deft and gentle and smooth. Then he trails them down the back of Bill's hand; interlaces their fingers. Bill's breath catches. The nerves seem to have risen to the surface of his skin all down his arm, from armpit to fingertip, and Leonard's grip is oddly satisfying.

"That," Leonard says brightly, in a matter-of-fact voice, "is Vulcan hand sex."

"Vulcan - "

"Vulcan hand sex," Leonard repeats. Bill doesn't know what to say. Leonard gives him a second, and then goes on. "Shall I tell Gene you like it?"

" - what?" Bill stares at him in sudden alarm. Tell Gene...?

"For Sarek," Leonard says quickly, frowning a little. "What'd you think I meant?"

Bill's heart rate seems to have spiked. God only knows why. He certainly doesn't. He shakes his head; shrugs and tugs his hand out of Leonard's. The loss of contact is like being plunged suddenly into cold water. "Nothing," he mutters. It is an unconvincing mutter. "Yeah - tell him I think it's a great idea."

For a long moment, Leonard looks at him. It is a look so searching, so oddly knowing, that Bill might have thought he was Doing Spock, if he hadn't known already that Leonard is fully the kind of man capable of scrutinising people like this, all by himself. Then he reaches out again, slowly; slips his hand back into Bill's. Squeezes. "Sure thing, Bill," he says. "You wait - Vulcan Hand Sex will be all the rage. The teenage pregnancy rate will be through the floor."

"Through the - ?" Bill breaks into a laugh that is part relief, and squeezes Leonard's hand back. "Man, I hope so. This is inspired kissing. Way better than the human kind."

Leonard laughs with him; leans over, after a second, and pushes Bill's hair out of his face with his spare hand. Bill stops laughing. His eyes widen. Leonard studies him for a second, daring him to comment. And then he kisses him, the human way.

"You think?" he asks mildly, when he pulls back. Bill can't think. His mind seems to have stopped working. Leonard shakes his head; stands up slowly, straightening his uniform tunic. "I've got to get back to Gene about this, Bill. See you on set?"

Before Bill can gather the wits to say a word, he is gone.

******

eta: And they had Vulcan hand sex happily ever after, into their great old age.