Christmas in July #5

*brief referenced sexual activity*

“I don’t know if I have enough fake snow for this.”

Spock was certain he did not want to engage in this conversation or subject matter and thought it would likely be wise to maintain his silence. But his fairly new boyfriend, Jim Kirk, was gazing at him expectantly and somehow Spock was sure it was some kind of test.

It was July in San Francisco and the temperature was currently topping 90 degrees Fahrenheit. He couldn’t even begin to guess what was on Jim’s mind. For the last several minutes he had been attempting to get Jim’s mind on coitus. Normally he was successful.

They were lounging on the sofa in Spock’s apartment and Spock’s plan had been to seduce his boyfriend and then ask him to move in. Until Jim’s odd sentence he had just uttered.

Schooling his face into a mask of slight interest, Spock murmured, “Fake snow.”

Even to his ears it didn’t sound like a question or a means to encourage further discussion.

But if Jim noticed, he pushed past it.

“For my party.”

“Party?”

Spock detested parties. Fortunately, Vulcans never threw parties.

Jim nodded, seemingly unaware of Spock’s discomfort. “Christmas.”

“It is my understanding that the Terran celebration of Christmas is conducted in December.”

“You understand correctly, babe.”

For a moment, Spock allowed himself to feel pleasure at the endearment that came his way. Illogically he found he liked it when Jim used them.

But then he frowned. “Then I do not understand.”

“It’s a Christmas in July party.” Jim smiled beautifully at him. The smile made his heart flutter in his side. Spock acknowledged he was a terrible sap for this Human.

“And you need fake snow.”

“Uh-huh.”

Somehow, Spock managed to maneuver Jim under him on the sofa, or perhaps Jim maneuvered Spock on top of him, and he couldn’t help but groan when their erections pressed against each other.

“I will assist,” Spock heard himself promise as he reached down to unfasten and remove Jim’s pants.

“Yeah?” Jim asked breathlessly.

“Mm.”

“And I need a place to have it. The dorm is too small.”

Spock undid his own pants and slid himself along Jim’s bare shaft.   “We will have it here where you will be living.”

Jim chuckled, then groaned. “Perfect.”