Cadet Ashayam and our chocolate loving Vulcan…
“On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a partridge in a pear tree.”
“On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, two turtle doves and a partridge in a pear tree.”
Spock looked up from his terminal to stare at his beloved, who was currently baking something in the kitchen of their apartment. He wore an apron that declared “Kiss the Cook”, a very thin blue T-shirt that matched the blue of his eyes, and jeans slung low on his hips and ass.
Which managed to distract Spock from what he was about to say.
“On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three French Hens, Two—
“And a partridge in a pear tree.”
“On the fourth…oh. Yeah, babe?” Jim had been leaning over putting a cookie sheet into their oven. Now he straightened and turned toward Spock.
“It is July.”
Jim smiled. “Yeah. I know. And?”
“Currently, we have the apartment being cooled by central air as it is one hundred degrees Fahrenheit outside.”
“Yep. Boiling out,” Jim agreed.
Spock nodded. “Correct me if I am wrong, but is that not a song you made me sing at holiday time with you when we were intoxicated on chocolate peanut butter martinis?”
Jim’s sweet smile widened into a huge grin. “That was a good time.”
“It was. But, then it is true, correct? That was the song.”
“Christmas in July, Spock.”
Spock leaned back in his chair and eyed his boyfriend. “Is that really a thing?”
“You bet your sweet Vulcan ass it is.”
“Mm. What are you doing?”
“What sort of cookies?”
“Gingerbread men. And women. People. A sehlat or two.”
Spock sniffed. “It does smell appealing. But is that not also a winter treat.”
“Sure. But in the spirit of Christmas in July…” Jim shrugged. “Since the air’s on anyway, I figure you wouldn’t mind a few cool weather treats. Like the gingerbread. And some peppermint mochas.”
Jim nodded. “Yep. Extra chocolate in yours.”
Spock licked his lips. His gaze strayed to the tests he was grading. They were not due until Monday and it was only Friday night, but Spock did like to be efficient.
“Chocolate whip cream too.”
Spock pushed back from his desk and stood up. “The tests can wait.”
“That’s the Christmas spirit!”