Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Author: ivansfanfiction

  • Flash Fic Friday June 16, 2017

    Navigating the Relationship  from My Spirk One Shot Collection, Part 3. Love these two!

    Bones peered down at Jim as stood in front of the mirror in their dorm room. “You’re not going out with that guy again, are you?”

    “That guy’s name is Spock.  And of course I am. I really like him.”

    Bones snorted. “You like every guy.”

    “Do not.” Jim looked back at Bones in the mirror. “And I really like him. You know. Like maybe more than like.”

    “Save me from lovesick cadets.”

    Jim laughed. “I’m not sick. But love? Yeah. I’m pretty sure.”

    Bones rolled his eyes as Jim turned away from the mirror. “Does the hobgoblin feel the same way?”

    “He’s a Vulcan, Bones.”

    “I know what he is. Does he?”

    Jim shrugged. “I’m pretty sure. Vulcans don’t really do casual dating, Bones. And we’ve, well, you know.”

    “Don’t even put that image in my head, kid.”

    “Ah, Bones, does it bug you that Spock and I are doing the nasty?”

    “You wish.” There was a knock at the door. “That’s your prince charming now.”

    Bones went to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Spock stood there dressed in black slacks and a black sweater.  “Come in, Spock.”

    “Doctor. It is pleasant to see you.”

    “Yeah, sure.”

    Jim smiled. “Hey, Spock. Let me just grab my jacket.” He pulled on his coat and then headed to the door where Spock stood. He looked back at Bones. “Don’t wait up.”

    “Like I would.”

    “Good, cause, um, might not even come back.” Jim grinned. “Night, Bones.”

    “Where shall we go for dinner?” Spock asked when they were alone.

    “Your apartment?”

    Spock arched a brow. “While I am not opposed to that, I do not have any food to prepare for us. If you had indicated such a preference prior to this moment, I would have had the provisions.”

    “Well, I was trying to be spontaneous.”

    “There is a small market near my apartment,” Spock told him. “We could purchase the required product for our meal.”

    Jim smiled. “Yeah? You mean it?”

    “Of course. If that is what you wish, Jim.”

    “Yeah, it is.”

    They made their way to the little market by Spock’s house and Jim felt so happy and hopeful. It had taken him forever to get Spock to notice him. And when Spock had finally expressed an interest in Jim, he didn’t even know that’s what Spock was doing.

    The first time they’d kissed, which was after the third date, boy was Jim patient, it was some Vulcan thing with fingers. It took another three dates before they human kissed.  That was quite satisfactory because they’d ended up kissing and kissing and kissing.

    Finally their seventh date was the magic number and he and Spock had finally had sex.  They’d been happily having sex ever since. Well okay so this was only their tenth date. But they’d totally done it a lot during the seventh, eighth and ninth dates.

    It was during their eighth date that Jim knew he was totally and completely in love with Spock. He wanted Spock to ask him to move in with him, but so far, he had not done so. Jim didn’t want to ask. But really, he spent more time at Spock’s anyway.

    “Hang on, Spock,” Jim said as they entered the store. “I’m going to get that wine I like. I’ll be over at the pasta in a second.”

    Spock arched a brow. “You would like pasta?”

    Jim grinned. “Well yeah. Be right back.”

    He went over to the chilled wine refrigerator and took out his wine.

    “Jim? Jimmy Kirk?”

    Startled Jim turned to see a man rushing toward him. A very familiar man.

    “Finnegan?”

    Sean Finnegan smiled wide. “Jimmy! I can’t believe it as I live and breathe! How long has it been?”

    Jim blinked, shook his head. “Um. You dumped me my first year in Starfleet Academy.”

    “Well, now I think dump is a wee bit of an exaggeration, Jimmy.”

    “You wanted to explore other relationships.”

    Finnegan nodded. “Yes. Hardly dumping you. And what luck running into you like this. Go to dinner with me.”

    “Well, actually, Finnegan—”

    Finnegan suddenly pushed Jim up against the wine fridge and kissed him.

    A throat cleared.

    Jim pushed Finnegan off him. “Spock!”

    Finnegan wiped his mouth. “Who is this, Jimmy?”

    “I am his jealous Vulcan boyfriend,” Spock replied.

    “What?” Finnegan asked.

    Jim laughed. “Yeah, and um, we’re busy. So if you don’t mind, Finnegan.” Jim waved at him and grabbed Spock to go to the next aisle. “Sorry about that, Spock.”

    “I am well aware you had prior relationships, Jim.”

    Jim bit his lip. “Yeah.”

    “If you have made your selections, I am ready to check out.”

    “Okay, yeah.”

    ****

    “So, um,” Jim said, sipping his wine. Spock was making pasta and vegetables in the kitchen. “Spock?”

    “Yes, Jim?”

    “You told Finnegan you’re my boyfriend.”

    “I did.”

    “Are you?”

    Spock arched his brow. “Am I not?”

    Jim smiled and set his wine down. “Yeah, but you know so far, we haven’t really called each other anything like that.”

    “Humans are illogical.”

    Jim went into the kitchen and took the spoon out of Spock’s hand. He put his arms around Spock’s neck and leaned in for a kiss.

    A moment later, Spock murmured, “If we are going to engage in coitus, I will need to turn off the fire.”

    Jim laughed against Spock’s mouth. “Are we going to?”

    “It would seem we have done so frequently lately.”

    “Are you complaining, Spock?”

    “Certainly not.”

    Jim kissed the corner of Spock’s mouth. “I love you.”

    Spock closed his eyes and kissed Jim. “I love you also.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Did you think otherwise?”

    “Well. You’re hard to read.”

    “I would not have engaged in coitus with you if I did not.”

    Jim sighed. “I don’t know how I got so lucky as to get you.”

    “You definitely have me. Now I have an important question for you, Jim.”

    “Yeah?”

    “When are you going to stop pretending you still live with the doctor?”

    Jim laughed and hugged Spock. “Tonight?”

    “That would be agreeable.”

  • Only a Teacup

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    Jim felt sorrow through his link with Spock. He looked up from the box he was putting together.

    “Spock?”

    “In here,” his husband responded in his quiet voice.

    Jim went to the kitchen. Spock was holding a delicate pink and white teacup and saucer in his hands.

    He went to his husband, put his arm around him and leaned over his shoulder. “What’s that?”

    “It belonged to my mother.”

    “Your dad had it?”

    Spock nodded. “It was her favorite when I was a child. When I first came to the Academy, they lived for about six months here in this apartment. She must have brought it here and never returned it to Vulcan with her.”

    “And so it was not destroyed with their house.”

    “Affirmative,” Spock said softly.

    “It’s so sweet that your dad kept it all this time.”

    “It was he who purchased it for her,” his husband explained. “She treasured it.”

    Jim smiled slightly as Spock set it down on the counter carefully. “Looks like he did, too.”

    Spock turned to look at him. “Yes.”

    “Are you okay, honey?”

    “Both of my parents are gone now.”

    “Yeah.” Jim licked his lips. “I know how hard it is.”

    “I thought…it was unexpected.”

    Jim took Spock’s hand. “Do you want to go through his stuff another day? Or I could do it, if you’d rather.”

    “Perhaps a short break.”

    “Come out on the balcony with me. It’s a beautiful evening.” He hooked his arm with Spock’s and led him outside. Where they stood at the railing looking out over the skyline of San Francisco.

    “It is pleasant.” Spock sad quietly after a moment.

    “Do you want to keep this place?”

    Spock shook his head. “I will never want to stay here.”

    Jim nodded. Kissed Spock. “What are you thinking, t’hy’la?”

    For a moment Spock did not reply, then his gaze met Jim’s. “Of a time when you will be nothing but a teacup to me.”

    Jim’s throat closed. He looked away. Tried to joke his way out of it. “I don’t even like tea.”

    “Jim.”

    He looked back at Spock. Touched his fingertips to  Spock’s cheek. “I know, honey. But we have years. Still. Years.”

    “It can all change in only a day.”

    “Yeah.” His other hand went to Spock’s side, to feel his heartbeat. “But we have now. I love you.”

    Spock pulled him close. He said nothing. And Jim could feel him tremble, so Jim just held him tight.

  • Flash Fic Friday, June 09, 2017

    As advised, the next two Fridays I am posting One-Shots that have already been done.

    This is from Collection 4

    Uncertainty

    Jim felt Bones’ hand on his shoulder just before Bones said, “Jim?”

    He stared out at the stars, unseeing. He knew there were stars out there, sure. He’d seen them a thousand times. Maybe more. He’d been on the observation deck more times than he could count. But the peace it usually offered wasn’t there.

    “I’m okay,” Jim said hollowly.

    “The hell you are.”

    “I’m barely holding it together here, but I am holding it together.”

    “What happened? This has something to do with the hobgoblin, doesn’t it?” Bones put his hand on Jim’s arm and turned Jim to face him. “What’s he done?”

    “He hasn’t done anything. Bones, this isn’t him. It’s nothing to do with Spock. There is no Spock.”

    Bones frowned. “No Spock? What? I thought you two were—”

    Jim shook his head somewhat frantically. “No. We aren’t.”

    “You slept together. I saw you two together on shore leave. You did, right?”

    Jim shrugged Bones’s hold off. “I’ve fucked around with lots of people. It doesn’t mean shit.”

    “But this isn’t just anyone. It’s Spock. He doesn’t do casual.”

    “You’re wrong. He does. He did.”

    “I don’t understand.”

    “It was just sex, Bones. To get it out of my system. And now I have. He has. We’re done.”

    “Jim—”

    “Can you just go? Leave me alone, please. I need this time alone. Bones, please.”

    Bones stared at him a long time. “This isn’t over. But all right.”

    Jim closed his eyes and waited for the sound of Bones leaving before he opened them again. He closed his fists.  He needed to feel numb. To be so fucking drunk he felt nothing but air.

    There was still a day left of shore leave. He was going to get royally fucked.

    By the time he got down to the planet, evening was falling on the planet. Perfect. He’d get smashed, find some random stranger to fuck him up, and it would no longer matter.

    He saw the Orion female with the long raven hair and glittery eyes as soon as he walked into the bar. As he approached the bar, her pheromones called to him. He walked straight up to her and she turned her head to look him in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the back of his head, her long fingernails grazing his scalp. Her lips were on his, devouring, biting. He closed his eyes, trying to block out all thoughts of Vulcan heartbreakers.

    Their kiss broke and he was panting with lust. She grabbed his hand and started leading him from the bar, could have been toward his death, to ultimate oblivion, and he didn’t even care.

    She pulled him into a lift and against her and he closed his eyes, burying his face against her neck. Then his vision narrowed and winked out as he fell to the ground.

    When he woke he was in his own quarters. He had no recollection of how he’d gotten there. His hair was damp as though he’d just showered and he wore only a pair of briefs.

    Jim blinked up at the ceiling.

    “Why did you leave?” A soft low voice, warm and comforting that flowed through him to his very core.

    Jim closed his eyes. Of course. A neck pinch. “You know why.”

    “No.” Footsteps approached his bed. “I thought…”

    He swallowed heavily. “I don’t do relationships.”

    A soft movement as the bed shifted. “You are afraid.”

    He shook his head in denial, but then nodded. “Yes. I’ve never gotten anything right. Not about that. I didn’t mean for it to get that far but you-you’re—”

    “Will you open your eyes and look at me?”

    Jim opened his eyes and stared in the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. Ever would see. His heart clenched. His eyes stung. “You’re incredible. You really are.”

    “With you.”

    “You don’t need me.”

    Long fingers touched his lips. “I disagree most emphatically.”

    “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw and broken.

    “Then do not turn away from me. Give me a chance to prove we can work more than just a few short hours during shore leave.”

    “I don’t want us to be a regret you have.”

    “Ashayam, never.”

    “Spock—”

    “Please.” So simple, so honest, so desperate.

    He could never deny Spock. Why had he ever thought he could?

    Jim reached for Spock’s hand, curled his fingers around the palm. “Yes.”

  • Ramblings of the Week, June 05, 2017

    So Friday night we went to see Wonder Woman and I loved it. Chris Pine was so swoon worthy. Seriously “OMG adorable”.

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    Have to drive myself into work all week. Normally the SO and I carpool but he has a class all week that’s later than my hours. Not my favorite thing to do but it is what it is.

    Tuesday we will probably see Pirates.

    I’ll get done this week what I will get done. Saturday has to be taken up with preparations as we leave at 5:00 am on Sunday. We don’t get back until the evening of June 18th. Supposed to be a little rainy. I’ll do my best to get some good pictures of the area.

    And that’s it for me for now.

     

  • Sneak Peak – Upcoming Story

    Sneak peak of something I am working on.

    Title: You’re in My Veins

    Spock meets Jim Kirk one night at a local bar while he waits for a friend.  To Spock’s surprise, they end up becoming friends. As their friendship deepens, Spock becomes romantically enamored with Jim, but Jim is firmly in the friendship zone. He’s a flirtatious commitment-phobe who avoids intimacy (he refuses to even kiss his sexual partners) . In short the absolute worse person for a Vulcan to fall in love with.

    “Come on, kiss me,” the female Human whined. For the fifth time by Spock’s calculations. The couple next to him were becoming rather…tiresome.

    “I don’t kiss,” the cadet male responded. Again.

    “But why?”

    Cadet James Kirk, as Spock was familiar with him, shrugged. “It’s just not my thing. I’m not into it.”

    “But you’re just fine having sex with me.” She pouted. “Is that it?”

    Kirk smiled a little “Yeah, that’s it.”

    She narrowed her eyes. “You are such a jerk!” She slammed her empty glass on the bar and stalked off.

    Kirk’s smile widened as he seemed to notice Spock for the first time. “Hey. Professor Spock right?”

    “Indeed.”

    “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to make you a part of our conversation.”

    “Your girlfriend did seem to be displeased with you.”

    “Yeah, only she’s not. My girlfriend that is.”

    Spock inclined his head. “I gathered that by the way she departed.”

    Kirk laughed. “No. I mean, well, yeah, I think she was dismissing me for sure. I just meant she was never really my girlfriend.” He paused. “And why am I even bothering you with this? It’s not like you care. Hey, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a bar before.”

    Spock nodded. “You are correct, Cadet. I was supposed to be meeting someone here. I surmise she is not going to appear.”

    “That sucks. And it’s Jim. Jim Kirk. I mean we’re not even on campus right now.” Kirk leaned a little toward Spock. “Were you supposed to meet Uhura?”

    “How did you know that?”

    Kirk shrugged. “I’ve seen you with her.”

    “As a matter of fact it I was meeting her. But it is clear something came up. We were supposed to go have tea.”

    “Why didn’t you just meet her there?”

    “It is a new shop that she is unfamiliar with and this establishment is close to her part time job.” Spock entered a message into his tablet and sent it to her. They would have to reschedule. He glanced at Kirk. “Would you be interested in accompanying me for tea?”

    “Me?”

    “It is only a thought,” Spock replied. “Perhaps you do not even care for tea.”

    “Actually I really haven’t had much. Sure. Why not? Obviously my night isn’t going to end the way I hoped it would.” He slid off the barstool and followed Spock from the bar.

    Kirk shoved his hands into the pockets of his battered leather bomber jacket. Spock could not deny it looked good on him. As did the dark blue denim jeans he wore.

    It was only a short two block walk from the drinking establishment to the tea shop where Spock intended to go.  Not one for small talk, he said nothing along the way.

    He allowed Kirk to enter the shop ahead of him.

    “How about that table there?” Kirk asked, pointing to a table for two by a side window.

    “That is acceptable. What kind of tea would you like?” Spock asked. “If you will have a seat, I will get the tea at the counter.”

    “Surprise me,” Kirk said with a smile that definitely made Spock’s heart flutter illogically.

    When Spock brought the bought of tea and two cups over to the table, Kirk had just been typing something into a small communication device. He put it away upon Spock’s approach.

    “I chose Lapsang.”

    “Smells like smoke,” Kirk commented.

    “It has smoky elements.”

    Kirk leaned back in his chair. “Look at me. Learning about tea and culture.”

    Spock arched a brow. “The culture of tea perhaps.”

    He laughed. “Probably all the culture I can handle. So. Your test.”

    Spock poured the steeped tea into the two cups. “You refer to the Kobayashi Maru?”

    “Sure do.”

    “It is Starfleet’s test.”

    “Semantics. I’ve taken it twice.”

    Spock nodded. “I am aware. And failed both times.”

    “Ouch.”

    “The purpose of the test is not to defeat it. It is to learn how you will face death.”

    “Hmm. I hate to lose. So you’re telling me if I took it a third time, I’d probably fail again.”

    “You are looking at it incorrectly. There is no way to rescue the ships under attack.”

    Kirk sipped his tea. Made a slight face, then took another. “Weird, but not bad. What if I re-programmed the test?”

    “You would likely face charges for cheating.”

    Kirk laughed again. “You don’t beat around the bush.”

    “I am uncertain as to the meaning of that statement.”

    “Just a stupid old earth saying. So, pretty much, isn’t the test itself a cheat?” Kirk took another sip. “I thought about it. I know another cadet, she’s Orion. She knows a lot about the systems the Academy uses. “

    “You intend to coerce her to use illicit means to pass the test?”

    “Well, obviously not since I am telling you about it.” Kirk shook his head. “Geez, Spock. I’m not that stupid.”

    “Orions are dangerous,” Spock thought to say.

    “The pheromones, yeah. But she wears one of those inhibitor bracelets. That’s how she got accepted into the academy. Anyway, I guess I’ll withdraw my interest in taking it a third time.”

    Spock inclined his head. “It might be wise.”

    “It’s still bullshit by the way. Uhura. Is she your girlfriend?”

    “Negative. We are friends only.”

    “Why didn’t she show up?”

    Spock had checked his messages while waiting for the pot of tea. “Her shift at the department store ran longer than she anticipated. We have rescheduled.”

    “Fortuitous for me then.”

    “How so?”

    Kirk shook his head. “I could use another friend. Don’t you want to be my friend, Spock?”

    Inexplicably, Spock found he did want Kirk as his friend. They clearly had little in common and yet…

    “Yes, I do want to be your friend, Jim.”

    Kirk winked. “Excellent. Tell me about Vulcans.”

  • Flash Fic Friday, June 02, 2017

    My prompt was a Costume Party with 21st Century Clothing

    Jim sighed as he stood in front of a mirror in Bones’ office in the medbay. He pulled at his collar.

    “Stop that,” Bones snapped. He came over and fixed Jim’s tie that Jim had just made askew.

    “Why do I have to wear this…tuxedo,” Jim said, recalling the name.

    “Because it’s a costume party with the theme 21st Century clothes and you look positively gorgeous in it.”

    Jim made a face and peered at himself. “Damn Uhura and her stupid ideas anyway.”

    “I heard that.” The lieutenant herself appeared in Bones’ office dressed in a sparkly sequined red dress with a handkerchief hem. She wore red hoops in her ears.

    “Where’s Spock?”

    “He doesn’t want to come.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s being a pain in the ass.” She whistled. “You look fantastic.”

    “It’s uncomfortable.”

    “Stop whining.” She took out her communicator and punched in a message.

    “What are you doing?” Jim asked.

    “Nothing.” She smiled and returned the communicator to a pocket. She twirled around. “You are supposed to say I look gorgeous too.”

    “Doesn’t that go without saying? And anyway, if Spock gets out of it, how come I have to go?”

    “You’re the captain, that’s why,” Bones said. He pulled on a T-shirt.

    “What are you supposed to be?”

    Bones grinned. “A beach bum.”

    “You know I—”

    “Captain, Nyota said you needed me for—” Spock stopped. Stared at Jim. His eyes widened.

    Uhura giggled and grabbed Bones’ arm. “Come on, I don’t think you’re going to want to see this.”

    “See what?” Bones asked as she dragged him away.

    “Spock?” Jim asked. “What’s wrong?”

    “You-you are…” Spock grabbed Jim’s biceps and pulled him flush against him.

    Jim’s tongue darted out to trace his lips. “I am?”

    Spock’s eyes got impossibly darker. “Not going anywhere.” His lips claimed Jim’s as he pressed the button to close the door.

  • Just Some Stuff

    So I got a chapter of For the First Time in My Life I was Happy and a chapter of Where My Demons Hide done this week.  That’s likely it for this week as I have some other commitments and I am feeling rather lazy. I anticipate the other two stories that are due to be updated will make it next week just before I leave. I “may” get a second chapter of Unbonded up  as well but we shall see. No guarantees.

    Tomorrow I am going to be seeing Wonder Woman. I can’t wait to see Chris in it. In recent movie happenings, I’ve seen Guardians of the Galaxy 2, King Arthur, and Snatched. I expect to see Pirates of the Caribbean this next coming Tuesday. After that there will a slight pause while I am way.

    My trip comes in about 10 days. *Bites nails*.  I hate flying. I’ll be glad when we land on the ground. I will be even gladder when we land in LA a week later! HA. I won’t be bringing my laptop with me on this trip either, so that’s both a relief and a conundrum.

    Tomorrow’s flash fic is pretty short! But it will still be up.

    Since I am a little overwhelmed with preparing for my trip and getting a couple more updates done, I will likely post old one-shots for the next two Fridays, June 09, and Friday, June 16. Flash Fics will resume from me June 23.

    I think that’s about all I have to say right now. Have a great weekend.

     

  • Rambling of the Week, May 28, 2017

    I managed to get When it Began finished this past week. Since I started a new fic, Unbonded, I thought I needed to get something done. Only fair. Unbonded was another one that I thought of as a short one-shot and it started building in my head and I decided to make it a new one.

    On the update next list is For the First Time in My Life I was Happy, Where My Demons Hide, Who’s the Daddy, and You are the Light Who’s Leading Me. Those are the ones that I haven’t updated since April. Hopefully I can get an update up for each of them before I go on my trip and will be incommunicado.

    This is up one day early because I plan to be pretty busy tomorrow with laundry in the morning and  family thing in the afternoon.

    I can’t believe how fast my trip is coming up. I don’t even know how I will pay for it. I have a little bit of stock. I might have to sell it.

    Also coming up fast are two other things in June. On June 25, my Th’y’la Bang Story is supposed to be posted. All I can say is never again. I have my reasons but I will not say here. I am very pleased with the story and excited for everyone to read it. But this is going to be my one and only year, so enjoy it.

    And the other is June 26, is when I go to the Hollywood Bowl and see Queen with Adam Lambert. There are eight of us going.

    That’s about all I have for now. See you around

    And a pretty picture

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  • Flash Fic Friday, May 26, 2017

    Today’s Prompt was a Bad Day at Work

    Jim rushed to the medbay on word that Spock and two other crew members had been injured in an explosion. His heart was pounding as he stepped through the doors.

    He stopped in his tracks.

    Spock sat on a biobed, legs dangling off the edge. Uhura had her arms around his neck.

    “Oh, I was so worried,” she said. “I’m glad you’ll be okay.” She kissed him.

    “Hey, Jim.”

    He turned to Bones. His heart was no longer racing. Bleeding more likely. “Spock okay?”

    “Just a little temporary hearing loss,” Bones said, squeezing his arm. He led him over to another two biobeds. “Gregory and Kent took the brunt of it. But they’ll be okay.”

    Jim smiled at the two men. “Good to hear. Get plenty of rest and do as the doctor says.”

    “Yes, sir,” Gregory said.

    Jim turned away and deliberately did not look back at the intimate embrace of his first officer and his girlfriend. “Guess I’m not needed here. I’ll go back to the bridge.”

    “What’s wrong, Jim? You look seriously wiped.”

    He rubbed the back of his neck. “Nah, it’s nothing. Bad day is all. I didn’t get much sleep. The replicators were broken this morning so I didn’t get breakfast or more importantly, coffee. I got chewed out by Admiral Kowalski. And it’s just been one disaster after another. I should have stayed in bed.” He shook his head. “As if!”

    Jim went to the bridge and took his seat. “Ouch! Fuck.” He scrambled out of his chair and saw that he had just sat on his PADD. And now it was tweaked. “Damn it! Who put this in my chair?”

    Sulu glanced back at him. “You did, Captain.”

    “Great.” He grimaced and gestured to a yeoman that had just stepped onto the bridge. “Get this fixed or replaced or something.”

    She took it from him with a sympathetic smile. “Yes, Captain. Sorry about that, sir.”

    “Par for the course for today.”

    “Would you like some coffee, sir?”

    Jim frowned. “They fixed the replicators?”

    “No, sir. But I brewed some myself.”

    “Fresh brewed?” Jim got vaguely excited. “That would be great.”

    She beamed. “Coming right up, sir.”

    Jim was pretty happy, thinking at last something good was happening. That was until he tasted the coffee she brought him. It was filled with grounds. He barely refrained from keeping the wince off his face.

    “Good, Captain?” she asked.

    “Uh, yeah. Thanks. Thank you, Yeoman. You’re a life saver.”

    She practically glowed. “If you’d like, I can bring you my coffee from now on.”

    “That’s really generous of you. Really. But I can’t put you out like that. We’ll just have to have this as a treat sometime.” He gave her his best smile. One that he’d been told galaxy wide could melt the coldest heart. Never seemed to work on Spock though.

    “That would be wonderful, Captain,” she replied. “Thank you. Excuse me, sir.”

    Chekov watched her go and then shook his head at Jim. “I could have told you her coffee is the vorst, Keptin.”

    “Now he tells me.” He thrust the cup at Chekov. “Get rid of this, will you?”

    By the time his shift was over and he finally got to leave, they’d engaged in a battle with a rogue freighter, Sulu had thrown up all over his console, and Jim had gotten a fucking cramp in his leg.

    Oh and Uhura had returned to her station with a little hop in her step he did not want to know about.

    When he stepped into his quarters, his headache was raging.

    There was a message from his mother.

    You know you could actually bother yourself with contacting me once in a while. I’m your mother. You’d think you’d care a little bit about all that I sacrificed for you. But no, you don’t give a damn about me. You are so ungrateful.

    “Oh, sure,” Jim muttered. “That’s going to get me to contact you right away.” He erased the message.

    Then saw the one from Admiral Kowalski.

    We’re still not done, Kirk. I will speak with you later.

    With his luck, he was probably getting court-marshaled.

    He took all of his clothes off and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Only the water wasn’t working. He turned it to sonic. That didn’t work either.

    “Fuck this!”

    Jim contacted maintenance and they advised him they were ‘aware’ of the problem and were working on it. No estimation of when it would be fixed.

    Back in his quarters, he pulled on his favorite pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. As he was putting on the pajama bottoms he noticed a hole along the seam of the crotch.

    “Seriously?” Jim groaned and sat on his bed, holding his face in his hands. Maybe if he went to sleep he’d wake up to a better day.

    His door buzzed and all he could think was that at least it wasn’t a damn red alert.

    “Enter.”

    To his surprise, Spock stepped inside, dressed in one of his brown meditation robes.

    “Hey.” Then he remembered he was supposed to have hearing loss. “Did Bones release you?” he shouted.

    Spock arched a brow. “There is no need to shout, Captain. My hearing has returned to optimal function.”

    “Oh. Well, good. Then I guess he did.”

    “Indeed.”

    “What’s up then?”

    “I came to check on you. The doctor said you came by but didn’t wish to interrupt my visit with Nyota.”

    Jim nodded. “As you can see, I’m right as rain.”

    Spock blinked at that but then he said, “I surmise that is not the truth. You do not look well.”

    “Yeah? How so?”

    Spock suddenly took several steps closer to him. It didn’t even occur to him to back up like he normally did. “You are paler than is usual. Your eyes are shadowed in darkness. You have fatigue lines around your mouth.”

    “Well—”

    Spock’s hand rose toward his face. “May I?”

    “Uh. Sure?” Jim said, not even sure what he was agreeing to.

    Spock’s fingers spread out over Jim’s face like for a meld. “I would ease your stress, Captain. It is painless.”

    Jim nodded permission.

    He was startled when only seconds later, Spock sucked in an audible breath.

    “What?” Jim pulled back as Spock’s hand fell from his cheek.

    The Vulcan was now staring at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “You-you desire me.”

    “What?”

    “You are in love with me.”

    “Oh, fuck me. Of course you saw that.  Could this day get any worse? Look, Spock it’s nothing you need—”

    His words were cut off by Spock’s lips upon his. Warm and soft and excitingly demanding. Jim clutched at Spock’s robe as he moved impossibly closer. He was panting when Spock ceased the kiss to allow him to breathe.

    “Spock, what—”

    “I desire you, too.” Spock resumed kissing him. Spock’s hands had slipped down Jim’s back to grasp and hold onto Jim’s ass. Jim moaned into the kiss and pressed closer to Spock.

    Jim broke the kiss this time, gulping in air. “But, Spock—”

    “I am in love with you.”

    This time Jim kissed Spock as Spock’s fingers squeezed his ass through his pajama bottoms. He slipped his hands inside Spock’s robe, feeling bare skin, and nearly fucking coming just touching Spock like this for the first time.

    “God,” he said, nibbling Spock’s lips. “This is the best day ever.”