Jim sighed. “I just don’t get it, Bones. I thought I was more popular than this.”
He’d been sitting at the kissing booth for charity for hours and not one person had come up to kiss him. It was strange.
The Mid-November event was being held for the Starfleet Family Charity. When members of Starfleet died in action, their families were given donations.
“I’ll be right back, Jim.”
Bones walked away and Jim’s mind went to his plans for Friday night. All his friends were getting together for a Pre-Thanksgiving get together. Of course, some of those he knew at the Academy simply didn’t get while they still observed the old American holiday, but Jim did. It was all about gratitude and eating. There was always eating.
A few minutes later, Bones returned, chuckling.
“I know why you have no kissers.”
Jim frowned. “You do? Why?”
“Spock?” Jim was trying to figure out what his boyfriend had to do with it.
“He’s been paying them off.”
Spock appeared then, from another area of the charity even, looking not at all apologetic.
“Spock, have you been paying people not to kiss me?”
“Indeed. Since you belong to me it is inappropriate for others to kiss you.” He paused. “Even for charity. I have been keeping track and will donate what you would have earned. Now, however, the booth is closed, and we can leave.”
“Spock, you devil.” But Jim cracked up. He got up from the stool he’d been perched on and hung the sign that said Kissing Booth Closed. “I thought I’d lost my charms.”
Spock arched a brow. “I would have been fine if you had volunteered for the dunk booth.”
“Oh, great. You’d rather see me dunked into ice cold water than kiss others? Okay, okay. I get it. I probably would be the same way with you.” Jim leaned over and kissed Spock softly. “You’re adorably possessive, you know that?”
Bones shook his head at them. “Some of us have a date, so I’ll see you two turtle doves later.”
Jim didn’t look at Bones as he waved goodbye.
“Gotta stop at the store by the way.”
“Stuff to make pumpkin pie. We’re having dinner with everyone Friday and I’ve been assigned pie. I’m making it vegan so you can eat it.”
“That is very considerate.”
“I want you to have things you can eat.” He linked his arm with Spock’s. “Come my jealous Vulcan. I can’t wait to get you home. You can make up for all the kisses I’ve been missing.”