Author: ivansfanfiction
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Flash Fic, April 27, 2022
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com “Mm. This is really good.” Jim took a long, savoring sip of the coffee Spock had brewed. He looked at the beans Spock had purchased, that he’d clearly ground himself for Jim’s pleasure. “Good choice for the coffee too.”
“I am pleased you approve.” Spock was at the stove, finishing up their previously neglected dinner.
Jim felt amazing. Better than he had in a long time. Apparently as the saying went, he needed to get laid. And wow was he ever. He had to reign it in just a bit not to get too enthusiastic to scare Spock off. But yeah, maybe, he was a little bit in love. Or had a big time crush, whatever.
“I approve of everything, believe me.”
Spock’s lips twitched. “If you would like to sit at the dining table, I am almost ready to bring over dinner.”
“Sure thing.”
Jim went and sat, waiting for Spock.
Eventually Spock brought over two plates of steaming hot rigatoni pasta with marinara sauce. It smelled great and Jim realized he really was starving. Spock had made garlic bread too.
“Good thing I kissed you before this,” Jim joked after biting into one of those thick slices of garlic bread called Texas Toast.
For a few minutes they ate in silence, but it didn’t feel awkward to Jim. There was a comfortableness to it he hadn’t felt with anyone in a long time.
“I’m glad we were on the same page,” he heard himself say after a while.
“Page?”
“Yeah. You know. Our interest in each other. I didn’t want to get it wrong.”
Spock nodded. “You did not get it wrong.”
Jim smiled.
“However.”
Jim’s smile slipped.
“I was reluctant to become involved in any sort of relationship with you,” Spock said.
“Oh. Uh. Something I did or said?” Jim could only imagine considering the whole thing with the ears.
“Negative. The truth is…I am in San Francisco only temporarily. I will be leaving soon.”
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Flash Fic, April 26, 2022
I was as vague as I could be here so as not to be too explicit on HERE, but it’s still Definitely NSFW
The Moment has arrived though for Totally Modern Jim
The best thing to do was to steer Jim to Spock’s bedroom where there were no windows to let in light and Spock only had a small lamp on a side table. That would likely mean Jim couldn’t see any color differences.
He opened his eyes and straightened from the wall. He turned off the burner for the water to boil the pasta and made sure everything else was off for now. They could eat later. They would need their strength.
Spock was alerted the moment Jim approached his door again. He did not hear the Human, but he was very much aware of everything concerning Jim, and he didn’t stop to analyze why.
Jim tapped lightly on Spock’s door, but then came in. He grinned at Spock as he held up a strip of foil condom packages and a bottle of lubricant.
Spock found his own lips curving in response. He held out his hand for Jim to take it and was pleased when Jim’s warm hand fit perfectly into his. He led him toward his bedroom, taking the condoms from him as he did so.
Jim moved to switch on the lamp, but Spock stopped him, a hand on Jim’s wrist.
“No lights.” He tried not to make it sound harsh or panicked. He heard Jim’s huff of breath and realized he had managed it.
“Okay, sure. I know some people have hang ups. I just know how beautiful naked you have to be.”
Spock pulled him close and slipped Jim’s short off. “Some other time.”
“Okay.”
They returned to kissing then as they helped each other out of their clothes, then fell onto Spock’s bed, mouths fuses, limbs entangled. Jim felt soft and hard everywhere, somehow, no matter how illogical that was.
Spock had never been so aroused, so desperate to be inside someone before.
Jim reached to put a condom on Spock. “Wow, you’re really leaking a lot of stuff.”
“I-I apologize,” Spock said, shyly.
“Oh, babe, I’m not complaining, I’m marveling.” Jim kissed him again, so hard, and passionately Spock nearly came from it.
Condom in place, Jim positioned himself on the bed beneath Spock, handing the lubricant to apply, which he did.
When they were finally joined, Spock didn’t think he’d ever felt anything like it, ever felt so connected with anyone. He knew his heart hammered in his side, and when Jim’s hands caressed him everywhere, a part of him feared Jim would notice the pulsing of his side, and be repulsed by the alien making love to him.
But that never happened. It was glorious in every way. Jim begging him breathlessly, Spock driving in, again and again, their heavy breathing, messy kisses. It was all so shockingly perfect.
Later, Spock collapsed on Jim and the Human’s arms wrapped tight around him, holding him there, though Spock imagined he was really quite heavy.
He did not know what to say in the aftermath of such a life changing event. How he could ever have anyone else after having Jim.
“You all right, Spock?” Jim whispered, his mouth close to Spock’s ear, making him shiver.
“Yes,” Spock replied, turning his head so he could kiss Jim once more. “Yes.”
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Flash Fic, April 25, 2022
Photo by Expect Best on Pexels.com Probably NSFW
“God, that’s just…incredible,” Jim breathed against Spock’s mouth.
“I agree.”
Jim’s chuckle was hot against his face. “No, I mean…that you’d buy a coffeemaker just so I could…you know what? Who cares. We need to be…do you have the stuff?”
Spock was distracted from answering by Jim’s lips on his again. He liked Vulcan kissing, he did, but it had nothing on the way Humans kissed. And Jim was obviously an expert.
Jim pulled away, looking a question.
“Stuff?” Spock asked, unable to think about anything but having Jim’s mouth on his again.
“Condom and lube?”
Spock blinked, stared, and then shook his head. He hadn’t even thought far enough ahead to think about actual sex with Jim. And he absolutely should have because he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it.
There were complications though.
While his penis looked very similar to a Human male’s penis, and Spock was half-Human himself, he couldn’t hide that his blood was green and therefore that would cause his penis to be a different color than Jim’s. His penis also secreted some amount of self-lubrication.
He’d also forgotten sexually transmitted diseases would still be an issue in this time period, and therefore condoms still widely used. Perhaps a condom might hide some of the difference in color should Spock wear one, but the fact of the matter was he did not have any such “stuff” as Jim called it.
“I do not,” Spock admitted reluctantly. “I had not thought—”
Jim kissed him again, hard and soft at the same time. When he pulled back, Spock refused to let him get far.
“Hang on, hang on. I do. I have them. I just…” Spock nibbled on Jim’s jaw, which pulled the most erotic moan out of Jim, Spock had to almost bite his own tongue to keep from coming. “I have to-to go next door and get them.”
“Yes,” Spock agreed.
“You have to let go of me to be able to get them,” Jim said with another warm laugh.
Spock nodded and released his hold on the Human.
“I’ll be right back.”
And Spock let Jim go, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, panting.
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Got the Set
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
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Ramblings About Requests
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.
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Flash Fic, April 22, 2022
Photo by Nicola Barts on Pexels.com 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.
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In Case You Haven’t Noticed
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.
