We have The Flu from the One-Shot Collection 2, first posted September 07, 2014
Jim accessed Spock’s quarters and entered into a blast furnace. He winced. He swore he almost started sweating immediately.
“Here, Captain.” The raspy, barely there voice sounded like Spock. Kind of.
Jim approached the bed where Spock lay under what could only be described as a mountain of blankets and sheets. In fact he was covered by so many Jim suspected he’d absconded with those from Jim’s quarters and perhaps several other crewmembers.
He looked down at the very pale Vulcan.
“Hey, sweetheart. Bones told me you have the Norvarian flu.”
Spock nodded. His brown eyes were glazed and his hair stood on end.
Jim sat on the edge of the bed and touched his forehead. “You’re burning up. How hot do you have it in here?”
“95 degrees Fahrenheit.”
“If you would like me to lower it—”
“No, Spock. I want you to have what you need. Are you cold?”
“Damn. I’m sorry you got sick. I’m gonna ream Bones a new one for not figuring this out before you got infected. What happened to Vulcans being immune to everything?”
“That is a fallacy. And I am half-human.”
Jim leaned down and kissed Spock’s feverish brow. “What do you need? What can I do for you?”
“I do not wish to inconvenience you,” Spock said with obvious reluctance.
“I’m on a break right now. Scotty’s on the bridge. I’m yours for the next four hours.”
Spock was quiet and simply stared at Jim.
“What?” Jim asked, stroking Spock’s hair. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“I am told body heat is a good way of keeping warm,” Spock said, his soft voice straining. “I do not wish to infect you.”
“You won’t. I was inoculated against the Norvarian flu when I was on Tarsus. It was one of the few good things from those days.” Jim did not look forward to roasting to death under the covers with Spock but he also would do just about anything for his still secret lover.
Jim removed his shirts and then reached to yank off his boots.
“Are you certain?” Spock whispered. “I do not wish to make you unhappy.”
“You make me happy. Everything else doesn’t matter.”
“Computer, lower temperature twenty degrees,” Spock ordered.
“You didn’t have to do that.” Jim stood to remove his pants and boxers.
“With you in bed beside me I will not need it.”
Jim smiled and slipped under the covers. Spock immediately pulled Jim to him and plastered him against him, his arms looping around Jim’s middle. Spock gave a contented sigh and Jim decided his discomfort was worth it to make Spock happy.
Jim woke up to the sound of someone entering Spock’s quarters. He blinked his eyes blearily, trying to struggle up from the Vulcan who had decided to make Jim his bed. Spock was too heavy and would not budge.
“Okay, Spock, this should make you feel a lot better,” Bones declared from right next to the bed.
Spock stirred and began to move off Jim. “Doctor?”
“Yeah, I—Jim!” Bones had lifted the blankets that covered them.
Jim smiled sheepishly even as Spock tried to cover Jim from Bones’ gaze.
“Doctor, please let go of the blankets,” Spock said. “You are exposing the captain.”
“I can see that!” Bones said, dropping the blankets and covering his eyes.
Spock tucked the blankets around Jim. “Why are you here?”
“To give you a shot! You’re supposed to be sick.”
“And I am. The captain was keeping me warm.”
Jim laughed. “I think you might be making it worse, Spock.”
“Jesus, Jim. Spock? Spock is your lover?”
“That is not your business, doctor.”
Bones rolled his eyes. “I think the cat’s out of the bag now, Spock.”
“The cat, doctor?”
“Never mind.” Bones stabbed Spock in the neck with a hypospray. “This should make you feel a lot better. Almost as good as new.”
“Looks like you lost that wager, Bones,” Jim said with a huge grin.
“Well, how was I supposed to know you’d lost your damn mind?”
“To what do you refer, doctor?”
Bones snorted. “I can tell he’s feeling better already. I’m going. And I just have to say, no details.”
“Shut up, Spock. Though, I gotta know, when? How?”
“One month and two and a half weeks ago,” Spock replied. “If you desire hours and minutes as well as seconds—”
“I don’t,” Bones interrupted.
“And as for how,” Jim said. “That’s easy. Spock was upset I got hurt during a landing party and when you released me he attacked me and fuc—”
“La, la, la,” Bones said loudly, plugging his ears. “Forget I asked. In fact, forget I was here. In fact, I never was.”
They both watched as Bones practically ran out of Spock’s quarters.
“I believe I have won the wager, Captain.”
Jim shook his head and then frowned up at Spock. “What?”
“I placed an anonymous wager.”
“You-you did? But Spock, that’s-that’s cheating.”
“Yes, because you had inside knowledge.”
Spock nodded. “I see. I suppose I must forfeit my winnings. I am not used to gambling.”
Jim smiled. “Yeah, I know. How do you feel?”
“I am greatly improved.”
“Good. I think I’m due back on the bridge soon. I’d like to get a shower.”
“Do you desire company?”
Jim’s eyes widened. “Do you feel that much better?”
Jim licked his lips. “Hot damn. Then, yeah. Hell, yeah. If you’re sure.”
“I am sure.” Spock leaned down to kiss him, pressing him into the mattress.
Jim groaned. “Maybe the shower can wait.”