Flash Fic, December 04, 2024

We return to the ChessMaster and Too Sexy today.

“Well, looks like I’m basically settled into your apartment now, Spock. I didn’t have a lot. Just some clothes and a few personal things. All the furniture in the dorm was Starfleet’s.”

“It certainly makes the transition easier,” Spock replied. “Doctor McCoy has supplied me with enough EpiPens to place in strategic locations throughout the apartment to ensure you safety should you experience another allergic reaction to something.”

Jim snorted. “He overreacts. I doubt I’ll run across, uh, Frieresty Weed anytime soon.”

Spock shrugged slightly. “Since you are likely to accompany me to Vulcan later in this month, it is actually possible you will encounter it again. I am considering having Mother prearrange replicators there to make sure you are only given food that is known to already be acceptable to you.”

“A onetime allergy, Spock, hardly seems to warrant all this.”

“There may be other unknown allergens, Jim. You were unaware of Fieresty Weed before it affected you.”

“Yeah, okay. I can’t argue with that.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “It is good to know there is something you cannot.”

Jim tossed a throw pillow at him and then yawned. “God, I didn’t realize how tired I am. It’s been a lot these last few days.”

“Indeed,” Spock agreed. “Your hospitalization, going to Riverside, and now the move. I suggest you take a long hot shower and then dress in your pajamas. There is no need to go anywhere. I will order you some food when you are ready.”

Jim smiled. “That sounds great. Pizza maybe?”

Spock nodded. “Whatever you wish. I would like to spend the evening pampering you.”

“I would certainly like to spend the evening being pampered.” He laughed. “Happy Holidays to me.”

“And speaking of which, though we do not generally celebrate Earth holidays in my family, I am not opposed to you adorning the apartment with illogical and frivolous decorations.”

Jim hugged Spock, chuckling as he did so. “That’s me all over. Illogical and frivolous.”

“Jim—”

“I’m teasing, Spock. Let me go get that shower and then I’m all yours.”

“Mine,” Spock repeated softly. “I like the sound of that.”

Jim kissed him. “Me, too.”