Flash Fic, December 03, 2024 (Christmas Flash)

Simply a Christmas flash, OMS.

Jim got up far slower than he once did after his husband’s Pon Farr was over, but that should be expected he supposed. He was in his mid-fifties now. Still he’d been a part of several Pon Farrs and he knew what to do.

Spock was out so deep it was like he was unconscious, but he knew all about that too. He didn’t worry he’d wake Spock getting out of bed.

He made his way to the bathroom and injected himself with the usual after meds he’d been getting for years now. They worked and he usually managed to feel fairly energetic after an hour or two after rising. He wasn’t ready for any intimacies yet, but then Spock wouldn’t be either.

He got in a nice hot shower, letting it not only cleanse his body of the excess sexual fluids, but also loosen up his bruised and swollen muscles.

By the time he got downstairs to the farmhouse’s kitchen, he was feeling much better. He made himself coffee, started getting things ready for breakfast, and set the computer to play holiday tunes.

He picked up his PADD.

Merry Christmas Eve, Bones.

A few minutes later as he stuck a vegan frittata in the oven, he picked his PADD up again.

Over then?

Yes. Last night.

Merry Christmas yourself. How’s the goblin?

Jim smiled.

Still out like a light. I’m making breakfast.

This one seemed shorter than last time.

Well. We were seven years younger. Spock says his dad doesn’t even have them anymore.

More information than I needed to know.

Jim laughed out loud.

I’ll let you get back to your family. GRANDPA.

Shut up. Merry Christmas, Egghead.

Jim turned around to make himself some bacon to go with the frittata. And by the time he had everything ready he felt a stirring in his mind.

He was not surprised when Spock suddenly appeared. He looked a bit frazzled, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe.

“Jim?”

“Hey baby. How do you feel?”

“Exhausted. How do you feel?’

“Same. But breakfast is ready. Christmas lights on the tree are lit. We don’t have to go anywhere. Seems like a perfect morning.”

Spock drew him into his arms. “Thank you for always taking care of me.”

“Right back at you. Come on. Let’s eat.”