This is just a little something I wrote. There’s nothing else to it but I thought I’d share it too. Mirror Kirk, who is already with Mirror Spock in his own universe, comes to the Kelvin ‘verse and meets a different version of his lover, who is not yet with the Kirk there.
Jim certainly missed his lover, sinister stare, goatee that drove him wild, those incredible mind melds, his over protectiveness. Yeah those were all turn-ons to be sure. But there was something about this prissy version of his boyfriend that Jim found unexpectedly appealing.
He’d heard stories that this Spock had been fucking Uhura for literally years, apparently. As far back as their academy days. He’d been surprised by this considering his Spock was very firmly only interested in males. But okay, Jim himself wasn’t picky. He’d have sex with whoever or whatever wanted him and had. Well, until his firmly monogamous first officer got ahold of him, that is.
According to what Jim learned, most recently, they’d had trouble when Spock had decided to dump Uhura to return to his planet, called New Vulcan here, apparently, and create baby Vulcans. That hadn’t happened though and Spock had stayed. After a short reconciliation after an incident on a planet called Altamid, Spock and Uhura had once again called it quits.
Which is why, Jim guessed, he found the stoic Vulcan, sitting by himself in the corner of the mess room with a plate of barely appetizing vegetables and a cup of really smelly tea.
Jim flopped down in the chair opposite him and gave Spock his trademark cocky grin. “So, really, why aren’t we having sex?”
“Because we are not engaged in a romantic—”
“Relationship. Yeah, yeah,” Jim waved his hand dismissively. “You’ve said that. That’s not a good reason.”
“You are my commanding officer and it is not appropriate.”
“Weren’t you fucking Uhura?”
Spock blanched slightly at the crass words. Or Jim thought that’s what it was from. “Lieutenant Uhura and I were engaged in a romantic relationship at one time. She did not report directly to me as I do to you.”
Jim scoffed. “So that’s how we’re justifying it. Weren’t you an instructor and her a cadet when you began this romantic relationship?”
“I was not her instructor.”
“Semantics, Spock. And that isn’t the point.”
The snooty eyebrow went up. “What exactly is the point, Captain?”
He leaned forward. “We should be fucking,” he said in a low voice. He figured he was actually doing the Kirk from this universe a favor by arranging it so that when they finally switched back to their own rightful places, this Spock would be already raring to go, so to speak.
And if Jim had a little fun while he was at it—okay, a lot of fun—than that was the sacrifice he would make. For Kirk’s sake, of course. Obviously the kid was shy or he would have already pounced on this prissy Spock.
If there was one thing Jim was not, it was shy. He’d wrapped his own Vulcan around his finger quite easily, thank you very much, and he didn’t see any real obstacles to doing the same here.
“This is not an appropriate conversation, sir.”
Jim smirked. “Going to report me for harassment?”
Jim sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Fine. Okay. I figured you wanted me as much as I wanted you, but since that’s not the case, I’ll find someone else to fuck me.”
Spock’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared. But he said nothing.
Jim stood and then deliberately tossed his communicator on the floor. “Oh. Oops.” He bent over, ass in air, aimed in Spock’s direction. He was quite sure he heard Spock’s gasp of breath. He picked up the communicator, straightened and turned to Spock with his best and brightest smile.
“See you, Mister Spock.”
And then he went to his quarters to take a shower.
When he came out, he was not at all surprised to find Spock there.
In fact…he was delighted.