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1.
The first time it happened Spock was sitting in the mess hall. It was quite empty as it was what was considered ‘early’ by ship time; he had just completed the gamma shift and was anticipating the meditation session he planned to partake in after his meal was completed. His PADD was held in one hand, his fork in the other and he was reading through a medical report of one of the recently-deceased redshirts when his message tone sounded. Finding it odd to be receiving a message at this hour and assuming it was from Starfleet, he swiped down on his notifications bar, pressing on the name.
(UNKNOWN) Picture message
Spock frowned the slightest bit and pressed the picture link and rose an eyebrow at the picture presented to him. It was a blurry image of a tanned male hipbone and upper thigh, clad in black regulation Starfleet undergarments. A smattering on shiny blonde hairs were shown to be spouting just above this pair of underwear and erect human penis was straining against the fabric. The wave of lust that accompanied his surprise was strong enough that it battered against the outer emotional shields, and if his eyes hadn’t been almost-black already they would be now. His PADD beeped again, and another message popped up in the conversation with (UNKNOWN).
(UNKNOWN) Picture message. Caption: suck me, baby
Spock swallowed slightly, sniffing, and clicked on the message. He didn’t look for a moment, trying to collect himself before the slips in his shields became ever more revealing. Opening his eyes, he saw a much more deliberately taken picture. The penis from before was now released from its confines, resting on its owner’s stomach. The frame cut the penis in half, so only one side of the glans was visible, and a vein appeared almost halfway down. There was also a hand holding down the underwear, shairs catching in the light of the room. He down the messaging app to the homescreen of the PADD - the Starfleet insignia (others had family members, pets and celebrities as their homescreens, which was illogical as the tablet was designed for work). Breathing deeply, Spock collected himself, stood with his PADD in his hands, placed in front of his body, and made his way to his quarters for his meditations (and if his daily masturbation session occured a bit earlier than usual (and twice) then it was simply an anomaly).
2.
Starfleet had issued a command just that morning that all paperwork started prior to four Terran days ago must be completed by that evening. Everyone on the bridge had a PADD in their hands and they were cruising at Warp one with Sulu and Chekov only adjusting their course when necessary. All PADDs were muted, but the vibrate function was still enabled on Spock’s, so it buzzed while he was in the middle of signing off a report on the F’Lufiwian bug plague that the Enterprise had helped fix up last month. The buzz in his hands had his eyes shooting to the notifications bar. A message. Clicking it, he saw a conversation that hadn’t updated for two weeks on the display. This time it was a text message.
(UNKNOWN) Could I get you off by just sucking on your fingers?
(UNKNOWN) I heard Vulcans have sensitive hands
Spock’s stomach clenched and his outer shields were suddenly drenched in arousal. So (UNKNOWN) did know who they were messaging. When Spock hadn’t received any further messages he had assumed the sender had realised their mistake and ceased communication. It was now clear that his conclusion had been untrue.
(UNKNOWN) You look particularly gorgeous today.
(UNKNOWN) How do you get your hair to do that?
(UNKNOWN) Or does it just grow that way.
Spock didn’t ignore the texts but he found it illogical to reply, as the last one was written without a question mark. He continued perusing the botany department's findings from samples of M’llingling and for a time his PADD was notification free as he efficiently sent reports out, using only 0.0025% of his brain to assess the newest messages received from this mystery admirer. The messages hadn’t been overtly sexual this time, perhaps indicating that the sender was a friend or potential romantic interest. Before he could get further than that conclusion (though he’d successfully filed the twenty-seven incident reports from the Herada Navu first contact and decoded twelve of Scotty’s hand written upgrade notices) his PADD notified him of another message.
(UNKNOWN) Do you trust me?
Spock was poised to type back a logical ‘I do not know you’ when it vibrated again.
(UNKNOWN) Put your PADD between your legs
(UNKNOWN) Pretend to be working at your station or something.
(UNKNOWN) I want to try something
Spock stared at his PADD for an embarrassingly long time (for a Vulcan. In reality it was only a few seconds) before discreetly placing it between his legs, busying himself with his station, which he truly needed to work at. Nothing happened for more than two minutes, but suddenly a rapid, strong vibration occurred against his genitalia, lasting significantly longer than a usual message buzz. An involuntary breath was forced out of him with a ‘huff’ sound and he clutched at the PADD, pulling it out. Ignoring Nyota’s enquiring look he switched off his PADD and told his facial blood vessels to behave. He could do nothing about the ones in his underwear. He swore he heard a disappointed sigh from somewhere on the bridge.
3.
(UNKNOWN) Do Vulcan’s have weird dicks?
It had been a week and a half, and his unknown friend seemed to have summed up the courage to speak with him again. After the vibration incident Spock had been tempted to block unknown codes, as would be logical, but he found himself reasoning that it wasn’t a big enough problem to call for such drastic measures, particularly considering that an unknown number may actually require assistance. He was laying on his bed when the notification appeared, attempting to ‘relax’ as Nyota had recommended to him earlier that day. Against all logic, he decided to text back.
There are a number of differences between Vulcan genitalia and human, which I have extrapolated is your species from previous photographs – Spock
After only a few beats, during which Spock felt a small thrill he always felt when doing something illogical (damn his human half), his PADD vibrated again.
(UNKNOWN) Cool, you replied! Can I see one? I hacked into the medical records but it looks like Vulcans are pretty tight-lipped about it all.
Spock’s heart was thudding quite hard and he spent a moment concentrating on slowing it. His texting partner was intelligent enough to hack into the Starfleet medical records? He must have quite a mind on him; Spock himself had been involved in the recent security upgrades and they certainly weren’t easy to access. This alone gave him enough incentive to reply.
I am afraid I will be unable to supply you with your requested visual. I could provide a written description if you so desire it, however – Spock
The reply was instantaneous.
(UNKNOWN) Yes
Spock gathered his thoughts and in fact paused to check his underwear. Unfortunately gaining a ‘flaccid’ description from it was a long lost quest; he’d been half-hard since the message tone had played.
When flaccid a Vulcan penis looks much like an exaggerated human penis, without testicles, which are existent within the body for what has been called ‘safe keeping’. Vulcan appendages do not lengthen or thicken during arousal, they simply become hard, and below the head three ‘wavelike’ ridges emerge, which are spaced approximately one Terran inch apart so they span almost the entire length. Colour varies, but in my experience a deep ‘moss’ green is exhibited due to the excess of blood. During arousal the fingers also become particularly sensitive to encourage melding and saliva thickens to become a texture closer to sexual lubricant, hence why kisses on the mouth are non-customary in Vulcan culture. Is that sufficient? – Spock
Spock was most certainly not groping himself through his trousers while writing this. Becoming aroused from describing his own genitalia was entirely illogical, but Spock was so waiting in anticipation that he barely noticed. Dipping his hand under his briefs he began to stroke himself – a rare occurrence unless it was after his meditation session, and wondered what his clever messaging partner would reply.
(UNKNOWN) I just came all over my hand.