Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Author: ivansfanfiction

  • Flash Fic, December 06, 2023

    “Want to go out for dinner?’

    Spock shook his head. “I am not hungry.”

    Nyota sighed. “How about that tea place you like? They’re having a holiday special.”

    “I appreciate the effort, Nyota.” He sighed. “But that will remind me of the candy cane tea Jim likes.”

    “Spock, you’re being illogical.”

    “Yes. But even though I tell myself that I cannot seem to stop from feeling…sorry for myself. It is not only two days before Christmas and the middle of Chanukah, but we got married on Christmas Eve. Our anniversary is tomorrow.”

    He knew that Jim wanted to be there. The snowstorm in Chicago prevented his return home. It wasn’t expected to let up until the day after Christmas. And Jim had been there in Chicago on Starfleet business.

    “Come to the party with me. Everyone would be thrilled to see you.”

    “Nyota—”

    “I don’t want you to be alone. You’re far too sad.”

    Spock replied, “Spending time pretending I do not miss Jim is not my idea of a great way to pass the time. My presence would only bring down your enjoyment.”

    “No it wouldn’t!”

    “Please, Nyota, I will be fine.”

    She still continued to look reluctant but after a few more assurances, Spock finally got her to leave.

    Spock made himself tea, put on some of Jim’s favorite holiday songs, and sat on the sofa, hoping that at least he’d hear from Jim. He hadn’t heard from his husband since the morning before.

    He hadn’t even realized he had dozed off until he jerked awake at a fluttery touch on his cheek.

    “Easy, shh. It’s me.”

    “Jim!”

    Jim laughed when Spock threw himself into Jim’s arms and he squeezed him tight.

    “The storm—”

    “You didn’t really think a storm would stop me, did you?” Jim kissed him deeply. “Miss Christmas, Chanukah, and our anniversary? Not a chance.”

    “You didn’t take chances did you?”

    “My middle name is Taking Chances.”

    Spock frowned. “Your middle name is Tiberius.”

    “Mm. Merry Christmas, Darling.”

  • General End of the Year Info

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    As you know I generally like to keep readers here informed.

    I have made the decision to put all my ongoing stories (non Holiday/Christmas) on hiatus until January. I don’t like to do it but there is simply no way to avoid it this year.

    I am doing I Just Want You to Know Who I Am and three holiday flashes a week here and that leaves little time for anything else because I gotta have a life too.

    And boy is December jam packed. Amusement parks, family get togethers, dinners, getaways, doctor’s appointments, just everything.

    Anyway, I will make them all a priority in January.

    Thhh-tthat’s all folks

  • Flash Fic, December 04, 2023

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    “Baby, it’s cold outside.”

    Spock stood at the kitchen window and glanced out with some dismay at the falling snow.

    He didn’t despise snow…exactly. It could be quite pretty. But he was a desert creature and he liked it that way, quite well.

    “I really can’t stay,” he said, reluctantly.

    He was supposed to be on his way to the shuttle bay to depart for an important meeting in San Francisco with several members of the Vulcan High Council. Now that he was an ambassador, taking over many of the duties of his late father, his time was hardly ever his own.

    “It’s up to your knees out there.”

    Spock arched a brow. “I wouldn’t say that.”

    “Well.” Jim came up and hugged him from behind. “It will be soon, I think.”

    “That it is likely, I’d better hurry.” He turned toward his husband who took his hands in his.

    “Your hands are like ice, I’d better hold them.”

    “You do not want to come.”

    “Definitely not,” Jim agree with a dazzling smile. “I put on a fire. Listen to it roar.”

    “Jim—”

    Jim leaned in to kiss him warmly.

    Spock stared at him dazed. “Your eyes are like starlight.”

    “It’s getting colder, you know. You’ll freeze out there.”

    Spock’s communicator beeped. He flipped it open and stepped out of Jim’s space.

    “Spock here.”

    “Sorry, Ambassador,” his assistant, Storan, spoke. “There’s a blizzard warning there. All shuttle flights are cancelled.”

    “For how long?”

    “At least forty-eight hours, sir. I cancelled your meeting in San Francisco.”

    “Thank you, Storan. You may as well take some time off. I will be staying here in Riverside with my mate.”

    “Yes, sir. Storan out.”

    Spock closed his communicator and turned to see Jim smiling smugly.

    “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you conjured up this snowstorm.”

    “Hey.” Jim laughed. “I’m not Jack Frost.”

    Spock drew him close. “You said something about a roaring fire?”

    “I sure did. Come this way.”

    Fun Fact: In actuality Chris was Jack Frost, at least the voice in Rise of the Guardians

  • And…

    Heat fixed…was a blown fuse in the unit on the roof, yeah weird, was free as it should have been, and since it was in the 40s this morning (California cold LOL), the three of us were grateful (Me, M and Luna)

    Kitchen Reno dude came by today to look things over (no estimate yet) but he did state they’d not get it done until after the holidays, which is good really, as I wouldn’t want my holidays ruined anymore than they already are. There was some talk of moving us out for a week so they could redo the whole floor downstairs to match what they have to do in kitchen and dining room but there is a MAJOR disagreement between us on that, and you can bet your ass which one of us does NOT want to vacate the house for a week just so the living room matches the kitchen and dining room

    And that’s all the news for now.

  • Flash Fic, November 29, 2023

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    “We could, you know, huddle for warmth.”

    Jim made the suggestion not really even looking at his first officer. It was probably—okay it was—totally inappropriate. After all he was Spock’s superior, by rank anyway.

    But the systems that regulated the ship’s temperature was offline and Scotty hadn’t been able to estimate when it would be fixed. In the meantime, it felt like a blast freezer in most everyone’s quarters, on this deck, anyway.

    “Which is, you know, totally up to you,” Jim said, quickly. “No pressure. And it doesn’t mean anything except wanting to stay warm.” He paused to rub the back of his neck, self-consciously. “Unless you want it too.”

    “Captain—”

    “And if you don’t, that’s awesome too. Again, no pressure. None. Just two buddies huddling for warmth.” He attempted a grin, but it faltered, and he felt his face turn warm. He was pretty sure if he saw his face in a mirror just then it would be an alarming shade of beet red.

    “Using one bed in your quarters to maintain optimal warmth seems logical,” Spock said, stoically.

    Jim swallowed. “Okay then. Great.”

    And so they did. Spooned together in Jim’s bed, clinging together for warmth, and Jim ignoring his unavoidable erection considering who occupied his  bed.

    In the morning, after Spock had left his quarters to shower, Jim contacted Scotty.

    “Hey, Scotty, how much longer before we get some regulated temps? It’s fucking freezing in here.”

    “Captain?”

    Jim frowned at the confusion in Scotty’s voice. “You know the temperature thing.”

    “Aye, Captain. But it got fixed last night.”

    “Oh.” Jim tried not to be disappointed by that. But then why did it still seem so cold? “When were you going to tell me?”

    “I knew you were playing chess with the commander last night, so I let him know.”

    “Wait. You told Spock?”

    “Aye, sir. The system was operational at 2100 hours.”

    “Kirk out.”

    That was before Jim had even suggested sleeping together.

    He went to the temperature control in his quarters. Sure enough it was set to a very cold setting.

    “Computer.”

    “Working.”

    “Who set the temperature in this room?”

    “Commander Spock.”

    Jim laughed. Okay then.

    “Computer, raise temperature thirty degrees.”

    Jim glanced toward the bathroom between his quarters and Spock’s. He could still hear the shower running.

    He almost went in to join Spock, but then though that might be the wrong thing to do, at least for now. But at least now he knew Spock shared his interest. And that was enough.

  • More Updates

    I starting to believe in curses… read on for more

    First of all, for anyone wondering, nope, no kitchen. I don’t remember if I showed you one of the pictures of the place, but here it is for your viewing pleasure. The whole kitchen and dining room looks like this.

    So,

    We don’t know anything yet, alas.

    1. the light in my bedroom ceiling burned out. It’s a high ceiling so you have to have a huge ladder to replace it. We have
    2. The handle on one of the toilets broke off entirely. Yes, we replaced that too
    3. Last night we come home from doing laundry at sister’s place and we go to put on the heat as it was chilly. Cool air is blowing. Yes from my brand new as of July HVAC system. I called this morning. They are coming tomorrow afternoon to check it out. I am not amused. I am miserable the least give me some heat for goodness sake.
    4. One of the living room lights was burned out. Sigh. Replaced.
    5. After work I went to watch TV upstairs, TV would not come on. I checked all plugs, all seemed fine. Still wouldn’t come on. I was getting frustrated. So finally I decided to check the batteries on the Roku remote. Replaced him. TV came on.

    Anyway, I am beginning to feel like I could be in the movie the Money Pit

    This too will pass I suppose

  • Flash Fic, November 24, 2023

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    “Jim,” his mother’s tone was urgent, and immediately drew his attention away from the display of stinky perfumes he had been eyeing dispassionately. “That man just took my purse.”

    Instantly alert, Jim turned to see the man she pointed out who was hurrying from the store, Winona Kirk’s small black purse in his hand.

    They’d gone to the mall for Black Friday shopping since his mother was visiting him in San Francisco for the Thanksgiving holiday.

    “I’ll be right back.”

    “Jim! Be careful. He could have a weapon,” she yelled after him as he took off running.

    He was gaining on the guy in no time, after all back in high school he’d been on the track team, but the guy had become aware Jim was chasing him and had began to shove people out of his way and Jim didn’t want to see anyone getting hurt.

    “Hey! Stop that guy! He’s a thief!”

    He didn’t have much hope anyone would listen to him until suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a hand reached for the thief’s arm and down he went.

    Jim came to a standstill a few feet away to see that the thief had been stopped by a tall, good looking Vulcan who stood next to a beautiful dark-haired Earth woman wearing a blue head scarf.

    Just then, his mother rushed up to him.

    The Vulcan, Spock was his name, Jim knew, reached down and removed Jim’s mom’s purse and handed it to her.

    “Yours I believe.”

    She beamed at him. “Thank you so much.”

    A security guard appeared with the lady with the blue scarf. She pointed down to the still unconscious man.

    “There he is. He stole this woman’s purse.”

    The security guard lifted the thief to his feet and took him away.

    Jim smiled and leaned in to give Spock a very quick, though not particularly discreet kiss. “You always have perfect timing.”

    Spock’s dark eyes sparkled. “I do try. This is my mother, Amanda.”

    “And my mother, Winona.”

    “And to think our lunch was almost ruined by that thief,” Jim’s mom said, as she took Spock’s mom’s hand in her for a quick press of welcome.

    “We were just leaving that store when Mom stopped to look at something,” Jim told Spock as they all fell into step. “The restaurant is this way.”

    My days of going out into crowds for Black Friday shopping are LONG OVER, Thank God

  • Happy Thanksgiving

    to all my American friends

    I hope you are able to spend it with those you love

  • Flash Fic, November 22, 2023

    As usual, Don’t forget to watch this silliness!

    “Spock, have you seen my dingle dangle?”

    Jarred out of deep meditation by his husband’s abrupt question, Spock struggled to maintain his serenity and his cross-legged pose.

    He was, of course, used to Jim’s odd nicknames for his genitalia. Normally it somewhat amused him, but just now Spock was far too tired to indulge his husband in his sexual games.

    “I have seen it often, Jim, “ Spock replied. ”And I must say that at the moment I am too exhausted to entertain the idea of an amorous physical evening. Perhaps tomorrow.”

    “What?”

    “I know how this works. I am to say I have not seen it and then you will wink slyly and tell me you will show it to me.”

    For a full minute, Jim stared at him. Then he chuckled for another full minute.

    “No. The dingle dangle for my turkey fryer.”

    “The what?”

    “That little metal thing you hook the turkey on. That’s what it’s called.”

    Spock narrowed his eyes. “I thought you had decided it wasn’t safe.”

    “I’ve been watching dozens of safety videos on how to deep fry the turkey. I can do it now.”

    Spock straightened and stood, now convinced he would be unable to meditate anyway. “As it happens, I loaned out that particular part.”

    “My dingle dangle?”

    “I am afraid so.”

    “But everyone’s coming over.”

    “I was thinking of a tofu turkey.”

    Jim called after him, “How do I fry that?”