This was a prompt from J. Thank you!

“Paradise for three days, Bones. This is going to be so great,” Jim said to his best friend as they were preparing to go down for shore leave.

They were headed to the transporter room.

Bones looked behind him and spotted Spock walking several paces away from them.

“You know Spock broke up with Uhura.”

“Yep, he told me.”

“And?”

Jim laughed. “What?”

“Think you should invite him to join us?”

“Huh? What for?”

Bones sighed. “I don’t know. He’s by himself. Uhura’s partying with a new group of friends.”

“He doesn’t go on shore leave.”

“I think he’s going this time. He told me he has trunks.”

Jim frowned. “What?”

“Yeah. Swim trunks. And he was asking what we were doing.”

Jim stopped and leaned against the bulkhead. “Swell.”

“Jim.”

“Well, come on. I mean, I know we’re friends and all, but he’s going to crimp everything. I’m planning on getting laid.”

“You’re always planning on that.”

“I’ve already made an assignation with that Commodore from the Constellation. He’ll be there too.”

“What? That big beefy dude? Yule?”

“Yeah, that’s him. What can I say, Bones? I like the built, muscular ones. Why do you think I could never go for someone scrawny like you?” He pushed Bones.

“You wish you could have a chance with me.” Bones looked behind them. “Here he comes. Let’s ask him.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Jim smiled and turned to his first officer. “Spock, there you are. We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Waiting?”

“You’re coming down to shore leave with us and I won’t take no for an answer.”

Spock nodded. “Very well, Captain. I will go and get my belongings and will meet you down there.”

Jim patted his arm. “Meet us at the pool of the hotel we’re staying at, Mister Spock. I plan to be sitting under an umbrella sipping something tropical in no time.”

“I will be there.”

Jim watched Spock walk away toward the turbolift. He turned to Bones. “You owe me.”

“You like Spock.”

“Sure, I do. On the ship when he’s saying sciencey things to me.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Sure it is. I just said so.” Jim entered the transporter room. “But down on shore leave when I’m getting me some? Not so much. And he’s liable to sit there moping over his breakup when I’m trying to have some fun.”

“Wow, Jim, you’re in rare asshole form.”

“Well, come on, Bones. This is Spock. Well, whatever, the two of you aren’t going to keep me from having Yule. I’ve been planning this for a while.”

Sometime later, Jim was in his own swim trunks, sitting beside Bones under an umbrella by the hotel’s lagoon, sipping on a pineapple daquiri. He was attempting to contact Yule when Bones nudged him.

“Here’s Spock.”

“Mmm. Good.”

“Captain. Doctor.”

Jim finally looked up to see Spock standing next to their table. He blinked rapidly, lowered his sunglasses.

Spock was ripped. Muscular. Adonis.  

And Jim was staring like a lovestruck fool.

“Captain?”

“Uh.”

“Jim? Something wrong?” Bones asked.

“Hiya, Spock.” Jim licked his lips. Rubbed the back of his neck. He suddenly felt like covering himself in the face of such magnificence. Without thinking it through, he lowered his gaze to the trunks Spock wore. He didn’t fail to notice Spock’s significant package. “Holy shit.”

“Captain?”

Jim’s gaze flew up quickly to Spock’s face. He slammed down his sunglasses over his eyes. But of course that wouldn’t hide the reddening of his skin that showed his absolute mortification.

“Want-want a drink?”

“A virgin margarita would be acceptable.”

Jim felt his own cock jump at the word virgin and he felt even more in some kind of surreal place.

“Fl-flavor?”

“Strawberry. I am going into the pool for a swim.”

Jim watched Spock’s tight round ass as he walked away from their table. He watched him get on the diving board and he watched him dive into the pool. He watched…

“Jim, your communicator is buzzing.”

Jim kept staring at Spock as he swam.

“It’s Yule.”

“Who?” Jim asked, absently.

“Sorry, he’s not interested,” he heard Bones say.

Jim took a sip of his daquiri, watched Spock.

“Should I go get him the margarita?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Jim, what’s wrong with you?”

“Spock’s really really hot.”

Bones snorted. “I’ll never understand you as long as I live. I’ll be back with the drinks, Romeo. You want another daquiri?”

“Uh-huh.”

Bones left their table and Jim continued to watch Spock.

He was screwed. Seriously screwed.

He wanted Spock. And he wanted Spock, badly.

What the hell was he going to do about it?