Together again
I got Kirk at Christmas but Spock wasn’t out until recently.
But they are happy to be reunited lol
Spock has eye shadow, very cool
Believe it or not I get a lot of requests to write someone’s idea (less than I used to honestly). Many times I can do it. I definitely try and most times the results are decent.
But sometimes, I am glad I didn’t take on someone’s idea. I am going to keep this vague so not to offend anyone as much as possible.
Someone contacted me through comments quite a while back referring me to a link with their idea. It was very long and involved. It was for Spirk but there were many more involved elements including with characters I felt no affinity to, but I agreed to consider. This person was very complimentary about my abilities though I don’t remember a lot of prior interactions with them.
The more I read what they wanted though, the more I knew I could not do it. They wanted their idea written exactly as they saw it. And I am not that kind of writer. I have to be able to put my own spin on it. I gently tried to suggest they write it since that had such specifics. Basically they snapped that they couldn’t write and that’s why they wanted me to get it.
Eventually they did get another writer to agree to write some of their idea and this person did a pretty decent job considering what they wanted and that they didn’t like the same thing. The person requesting the idea didn’t kudo the work and though they claimed at first to like it had to come back a month later to say how disappointed they were that the writer didn’t write it exactly the way they wanted it to be done and the reasons they thought it should have been done differently. Their comment was quite offensive really. Frankly had I been the writer I would have deleted the whole thing. But wow, the whole thing left a really bad taste in my mouth so to speak for this demanding person and feeling super bad for the author who tried to do what this person wanted and for what?
What is this all for? Just to share I guess. If I do someone’s suggestion, I am happy to do so but it must be under my terms and I don’t mean to be rude about that. I love receiving suggestions. Keep them coming. Some of my best stories have been suggestions but man this other writer’s experience sucked and I am so glad I rejected doing this.
Spock had to admit to feeling a bit shy when he’d gone over to Jim’s apartment to make sure he would be coming for dinner.
The truth was Spock had thought of little else since Jim had left last night. Spock had almost confessed the truth of just why he had pointed ears and he was glad he had stopped himself.
He wasn’t sure that Jim was ready for that declaration. Jim didn’t seem to have an overly active imagination from what Spock could tell and therefore if Spock announced he was from outer space, his suspicion was that Jim would think he was one those lunatics who thought they’d been abducted by little green men.
He reminded himself that Jim thinking he was into cosplay had been completely logical from Jim’s point of view. And though he probably should have not forced the issue of Jim coming for dinner, the truth was Spock very much wanted to see him.
He liked Jim. A LOT.
And seeing Jim wearing a robe with a great deal of bare skin showing had caused Spock an inordinate amount of consternating arousal.
He’d decided on a simple meal of a salad with breadsticks, pasta, and a tomato sauce. Spock was no gourmet cook by either Earth of Vulcan standards, but he knew enough to know most Humans seemed to like that kind of fare.
The coffeemaker he had ordered in order to provide coffee for Jim had arrived that morning and Spock had obtained coffee and half and half for it as well. Close to the time he expected Jim’s arrival, Spock made a pot of coffee, following the stated directions.
For some reason his hear pounded in his side when the knock on his door sounded. Probably because he knew risking involvement with Jim under his current circumstances was beyond foolish.
And yet here he was…doing so.
When he opened the door, Spock almost closed it again. Stupid, yes. But the man was simply too gorgeous. He wore a blue T-shirt that matched his eyes and looked so soft it could have been made out of butter, then dark denim jeans molded to his muscular legs. Spock could only imagine what Jim’s bottom must look like in them and he figured as soon as Jim stepped inside, Spock was going to find out.
He’d heard a female customer at the fusion restaurant once say, “I wore my fuck me pants.” And surely those were the pants Jim had on at that moment.
Jim walked into Spock’s apartment with a dazzling smile.
“Thanks for inviting me.”
Spock closed the door with Jim inside and as Jim turned he got the perfect look at Jim’s buttocks. Or was that a look at Jim’s perfect buttocks? Did it matter?
Spock looked down.
“You are naked.”
Jim turned and gave him a quizzical look. “Huh?”
“Bare. Your feet are bare,” Spock said, quickly.
Jim laughed. “Oh. Well, you don’t mind, do you? I didn’t feel like putting on shoes after getting them off today. My feet were killing me.”
“I do not mind.”
“What are we…wait. Do I smell coffee?”
Spock felt some relief over being able to return to a more reasonable topic.
“Indeed. I purchased a coffeemaker so that you could have coffee while you were here.”
“What?”
Jim turned and went into Spock’s kitchen and Spock followed.
For a moment, Jim stared at the coffeemaker as it continued to brew.
“I also purchased half and half since I observed—”
Spock suddenly found himself pushed up against the nearest wall with Jim’s hot, soft lips covering his. And when Jim’s hands scooted up under Spock’s sweater to rest on Spock’s exposed skin, he was lost.
Catch a Falling Star is on hiatus again. That’s the one where Jim is accused of murder orchestrated by Gary Mitchell. I’m not sure where to go next so I made the decision to put it on hiatus until Summer when I hope I can pick it up again. It is noted on the fic.
Fortunately, Jim only had one more class to teach after lunch since Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were usually his lighter days. He had courses to teach all the way until seven on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
But he had to admit to feeling a little depressed and out of sorts and certainly not in the mood to try to find for that night’s dinner. And he needed groceries besides.
He stopped at the big grocery store down the street from his apartment building and got what he needed. Next store was a submarine sandwich shop so he picked up their spicy Italian after the grocery store.
Once in the hallway of the floor of his apartment building, Jim did stop off briefly outside Spock’s door and maybe did a little bit of listening. He couldn’t hear a peep, but Jim also knew that didn’t mean Spock wasn’t home. He didn’t tend to make a lot of noise.
He put his groceries away and even put the sandwich in the fridge for closer to dinner time.
Jim spent some time looking on his computer for birth defects that would cause Spock to have pointed ears and discovered one called Stahl’s Ear. His research it really didn’t hurt and most children had it fixed for cosmetic reasons when they were young. Apparently neither Spock’s parents nor Spock himself opted to have it surgically fixed.
Feeling he had now managed to educate himself somewhat, Jim got out of the search program, and went to take his shower. He often showered when he returned from work.
He was just getting out of the shower, rubbing is hair dry when there was a knock on his door.
With a shrug, Jim pulled on a loose fitting robe and went to the door, figuring it was probably just a delivery leaving a package.
But it wasn’t a package. Jim’s breath caught.
“Oh. Hey.”
Spock stood there in the hallway in front of his door wearing his knit cap over his ears and a sort of gray speckled pullover sweater.
“Hello Jim.”
Jim felt pretty naked even though he wore a robe and that was likely because Spock’s dark eyes were unmistakably raking him over. His tongue came out, traced his lips.
“Dinner will be served at seven. You may come over a few minutes earlier should you wish to.”
For a moment, Jim simply stared like a gaping fish, he guessed. And he suddenly realized, somewhere in his brain where he could still think, that if he went, “What? Are we still doing that?”, it would be the absolute worst thing he could do.
Play it cool, Jim.
He smiled. “Okay. I’ll be there.” When once more Spock’s gaze seemed to stray over Jim, he cleared his throat. “Uh, with clothes on.”
Spock’s gaze rose to his face and he seemed startled by Jim’s words. He nodded.
“Yes, I will see you.”
Spock turned and headed back to his own place.
Jim smiled and closed his own door. Things were looking up!
“What the heck is that?” Jim asked Nyota as she unwrapped her lunch in front of him.
They were sitting on a park bench in the park directly next to the university where they both taught. While Jim was all physics, Nyota taught linguistics.
“It’s a veggie wrap, Einstein. The wrap itself is made from spinach so it’s gluten-free.”
“That doesn’t look like real mayo.”
“It’s a vegan alternative. And before you ask, no of course there’s no cheese.”
Jim wrinkled his nose. He opened his paper bag. He’d picked up McDonald’s on the way to the park. It was literally right next door. He’d gotten two cheeseburgers and a small fries. After all he didn’t want to overdo it.
“How’s the visit go with your folks?”
“Good. My dad’s on the mend. It was good to see them, but man traffic was a bitch.”
She eyed him as he took a big bite of his cheeseburger. “Smaller bites or you’ll choke.”
“Mm.” Jim chewed and swallowed. Took a sip from his coke. “You ask Scotty out yet?”
“No. I mean I want to, but…” She shrugged. “I guess I’m old-fashioned and I want him to pursue me.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Let me know how that works out.”
“How about you and that weird neighbor?”
“I was making some sort of progress, but I screwed it up and now it’s a no go.”
“How so?”
“Remember his cosplay ears?”
Nyota nodded, biting delicately into her wrap. “Sure. Legolas or whatever, right?”
Jim sighed and shook his head. Took another fortifying bite, slightly smaller since she was giving him her judgmental eye, and then chewed and swallowed. “It’s not.”
“Not what?”
“For cosplay. I guess it’s like a birth defect or something. I mean, he said he was born with the pointy ears. Anyway, I, um, I asked if he spoke Elvish.”
“Elvish?”
“Some of them do. You know they get into all that. Absolutely the wrong thing to ask him as he got obviously offended and told me he was born with his ears and it wasn’t cosplay. The rest of the evening was pretty strained. We were supposed to maybe have dinner together tonight, but he mentioned not a word of it. So…”
“Hmm. Might be for the best.”
“How so?”
“As it happens.” She paused to smile. “I have the perfect girl for you to go out with. She’s free Friday night and you could take her to see the latest Marvel movie. She loves them.”
Jim groaned. “Marvel? Man, those are so stupid. All those stupidly bulked up actors.” He popped a fry into his mouth. “What’s her name?”
“Candy.”
He gave her the side-eye. “Like cotton candy?”
Nyota laughed. “No. Well, her name’s Candace, but everyone calls her Candy. Since she was a little girl. Anyway, she loves wine.”
“So?”
“So? Your family has a vineyard.”
“My dad and brother do, yes. But I sure as hell don’t.”
“I’ve told her all about you and I showed her your picture from my phone and she thinks you’re hot.”
“Which picture?”
“The one from last year’s Halloween.”
Jim sighed and sucked down more coke. “Does she know I’m bi?”
Nyota rolled her eyes. “It’s not like that’s the first thing I say about you, so no. But why should it matter?”
He shrugged. “It does to some. They don’t like thinking of me sleeping with guys.”
“I don’t think she’s like that.” Nyota took out her phone and swiped her finger across the screen. She then handed it to him. On her screen was a picture of a long-legged model type brunette.
“She is pretty,” Jim admitted.
“Then you’ll go?”
Something was making Jim hesitate and he just wasn’t sure what it was.
“I’ll think about it and let you know tomorrow.”
Nyota sighed, but returned her phone to her purse. “Fine. But if you don’t go out with her, someone else definitely will. You aren’t my only hot friend.”
“Yeah, yeah. You surround yourself with hotness.”
She sniffed. “Just let me know as soon as you can.”
“Will do.”
Jim was still curious about Spock though and he realized he actually knew very little about Spock other than him being into elves from Tolkien.
“Do you speak Elvish?”
This time he saw Spock’s spine stiffen. He did not turn back around though.
“I beg your pardon?”
“Elvish. I mean, there are a lot of people into fandoms that learn to speak the language of the characters, right, and I know there are a bunch of people who speak that from the Tolkien books. So I thought given your ears, you might—”
Spock did turn around then, and he was waving the spatula he held somewhat threateningly. “I do not speak Elvish, Jim. And I did not have my ears altered to be pointed on the end.”
“No?”
“My ears have been like this from the moment I was born,” Spock said slowly and carefully as though Jim was a buffoon. And at the moment Jim thought maybe he was.
“Oh. Um. Sorry about that. Stupid assumptions.”
Jim could only imagine the teasing Spock must have had from other kids because of his ears. He knew kids could be cruel from his own experience with severe acne.
“Your apology is accepted. If you will go sit at the table, I will shortly bring the waffles to the table.”
Jim did, feeling pretty foolish. Spock had set the table with butter and syrup too. He kept his mouth shut and drank his coffee.
A few minutes later, Spock arrived with two plates with large Belgian Waffles.
Jim smiled uncertainly. “Looks good. Thank you.”
They ate in silence for the most part. Other than a few comments about whether they’d get the rain that was predicted for the next morning.
When they were done and Jim was assured Spock needed no help cleaning up, Jim decided to excuse himself to his own place. He really was tired and a bit discouraged, though he wasn’t sure why. Spock was still polite and nice to him.
“Do not forget your Bisquick.” Spock handed it to him as Jim picked up his empty thermos.
He sort of remembered Spock had mentioned him coming for dinner Monday night but as he headed for Spock’s apartment door, Spock made no comments to remind him, and Jim didn’t want to push his luck.
Still he lingered for a moment there, hoping Spock would come close enough for Jim to try a little kiss. But Spock kept his distance and somehow made it look as though it really wasn’t deliberate.
“Okay, thanks for dinner, Spock. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Jim.”
Jim went back to his apartment and basically straight to bed. And in that bed, he stroked himself to images of Spock, and afterward he fell into a fitful sleep.
Jim had been thrilled when Spock invited him over. It was totally unexpected and after the too long drive south which had exhausted him and made him irritable, it was definitely welcome.
Before being banished from Spock’s kitchen, Jim had found himself a cup to poor his coffee in. The cup looked like something maybe Spock had for a long time or had gotten second-hand as the lip on one side was chipped and it had World’s Best Dad written on it.
Jim frowned. Was Spock a dad? He hadn’t really thought about that. To Jim he’d been giving off gay vibes, which he guessed was silly considering he’d told Nyota he hardly had gaydar. Of course he sure could be bisexual like Jim himself was. But he guessed there was also the possibility Spock only liked women. He wouldn’t have thought so given the looks he’d given Jim, but hell, Jim had been wrong before.
There was always the chance that Spock had an ex-husband too and they had a child together through adoption or surrogacy as the Sulus had.
Only one way to find out. At least about the dad part anyway.
He took said mug full of coffee and made his way back to the kitchen. The edge of it anyway. Jim leaned against the counter and spent a moment or two watching Spock work the waffle maker.
Jim didn’t know why but there was something about watching Spock work that he found appealing. Maybe it was the man’s ability to super focus on it.
“Hey, Spock?”
And yet Spock didn’t jump or anything like he hadn’t known Jim was there. He simply turned around and looked a question at Jim.
Jim held up the cup. “You get this from your kid?”
“Negative. I secured it from the Goodwill as I did this waffle maker.”
“Oh, okay. I wondered. So, uh, you aren’t a dad?”
“I am not, no.”
Apparently though Spock must be of fairly low income prior to getting the job at the Science Institute if he did so much shopping at the Goodwill. Which was cool. But Jim was glad he’d gotten a better job.
“You paying alimony?” he asked, rather unthinkingly. It was probably a bit of a rude question. But Jim knew a guy whose much younger husband decided he was just too hot to be married to one guy and up and left him to move to New York. Even though it had been that young stud’s choice to end the marriage, Jim’s friend was paying a whopping amount of alimony for his ex to live in New York City.
Spock’s brows furrowed. “I am not.”
“You’ve never been married?”
“No.” Spock paused. “Have you?”
“God no.” Jim laughed. “Er that came out wrong. I’m not like completely opposed or anything, but I’ve never found anyone good enough…” That sounded bad too.
“For you?” Spock asked.
Jim laughed again, feeling his face heat. “That came out wrong too. I have foot in mouth disease.”
“Foot and mouth?”
“In. You know, the saying?” But Jim could see Spock did not. “Anyway, you know what? Never mind. I just haven’t found the one who makes me want to get married.”
Spock nodded then and turned back to pay attention to the waffles. Probably a good thing for Jim.
Still, Spock didn’t order Jim out of the apartment or anything so that was good.
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