Super easy
Jim has a brief affair with Hendorff because Spock is so uninterested in him.
Started in July 2014
Category: Flash Fic
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Flash Fic, February 08, 2021
Today begins the prompt flashes. There are only 5 so they will appear today, the 10th, the 12th, the 15th and the 17th. This one is from LPWriter. ” I’d like a flash fic about Spirk becoming adoptive parents. The conflict arises when Spock wants to adopt the child, but Kirk is concerned it will be interfere with their jobs as commanding officer. Will Spock convince him?”
This is my stab at it!
The conversation with his father stays with Spock for a long time. So much so that he spends even more time in meditation than usual, loses his concentration on the bridge, and gets out of plans he’d had with other crew members, in particular Jim.
He knows that Jim has noticed. Jim eyes Spock fervently. And in time, Spock will need to talk to Jim about it. About everything. But he is not yet ready.
Jim stops asking to spend time with Spock, then, and Spock knows this is not a good thing. They have been in a relationship for the past nine months. They are nearing the end of the five-year mission. He knows Jim is considering going out for another five years and if he does, Spock is uncertain how that will work. But he wants it to.
He has been thinking about this for two straight weeks, even Nyota has been giving him strange looks, and he is aware the crew knows he is to blame for Jim’s quiet, pensive mood.
So he goes to his captain’s quarters, prepared to explain everything.
Spock realizes he has left all of this too long. Jim’s gaze is rather cold, which is unlike him since they got together. In fact, the coldness there reminds Spock of the glacial blue directed his way on the day they met.
“What’s on your mind, Commander?” Jim asks. Spock recognizes the defensive move. Jim’s body language is highly defensive too. He’s wearing his pajamas, pants and a T-shirt, but while he usually does nothing to alter his appearance when Spock is there, this time he pulls on a regulation robe. He’s got his arms crossed in front of his chest, too.
“I would like to discuss our personal relationship and the consequences related to it.”
Jim purses his lips, but nods.
“May we sit?” Spock gestures to the small sofa in the sitting room of Jim’s quarters.
Jim walks over to sit down without comment. Spock joins him there.
“I would like to take the next step between us,” Spock says simply. “If you are amenable, I believe by regulation 213a we are required to file papers with the admiralty. I believe—
“Wait. What?” Jim’s mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide.
“A bonding ceremony at the soonest opportunity on New Vulcan is wise, but I believe that you as well as our crew and friends would also prefer to experience a Terran traditional marriage ceremony.”
“Spock, Spock. Slow down.” Jim exhaled. “Is this…are you proposing?”
Spock nods. “Yes. We are, at this point, fully committed to the long-term, are we not?”
“Uh. I thought so.” Jim traces his lips with his tongue. “But…Spock, you, uh, you’ve been kind of distant and I thought, maybe, you were having second thoughts.”
“I am sorry for giving you that impression or causing you to doubt the sincerity of my feelings, Jim. Discussing this was something I should have already done, but recently, after a conversation with my father, it became more important.”
Jim seems to take this in. “What does Sarek have to do with this?”
And this is where it gets tricky.
“There is a…small Vulcan boy. My cousin’s son. He is half Vulcan and half Betazed. His parents were killed in the recent freighter ship crash on Loewen 12. He is but four years old and an orphan. No one wishes to take charge of him. My father would do so but he is troubled by some recent indications of declining health and would not like to put the child in a position of losing another parental figure.”
Jim’s eyes were so wide now that with his suddenly very pale skin, Spock is alarmed.
He continues anyway.
“The suggestion was made that you and I could foster the child with the ultimate goal formal adoption,” Spock says carefully. “However, the terms would require that we were a bonded pair to give some sense of stability. I know that it likely seems as though I am bringing up bonding and marriage solely so that we make take charge of this child, but…”
Jim lowered his gaze. “But?”
“That is not the case. My love for you is unparalleled. There is no one I would rather spend my lifetime with and as I said I know I should have brought this up before, but I did feel as though there was no rush, but now—”
“There is.”
“Yes.”
“Spock, you know I love you.”
“But?”
Jim shakes his head. “There is no but. I’m willing to bond with and marry you. That’s never been an issue with me. Whenever you want to, I’m on board with that. I’ve never loved anyone. Not really. You’re it. That isn’t going to change if we wait another five years.”
And Spock is gladdened by this. He is.
“Then the issue is the adopting of the child?”
Jim laughs. It is a welcome sound even if it does sound a tad hysterical. “We’re on a starship, Spock. A child under those circumstances?”
“Our five-year mission is close to an end. I believe my father would care for him until we can take over his care.”
“So, then, what, we retire to raise a kid?”
Spock purses his lips this time. He tries not to show that he is disappointed in Jim’s response. He isn’t even sure why as he was certain Jim would not immediately agree.
“I…” Spock sighs. He cannot help it. He rises from the sofa and walks over to Jim’s terminal. Jim is watching his every move. He finds what he is looking for. “Come.”
Jim does. He rounds his desk and looks down at the holo portrait of the four-year-old boy. Spock hears the sharp intake of Jim’s breath. Sees the softening in Jim’s eyes as he focuses on the little pointed ears.
“Spock,” Jim whispers.
“Please, Ashaya.”
He pulls Jim down to sit on his lap, showing him all the information on the boy that Sarek has sent. They go over everything together and by the end, Jim has tears in his eyes.
“Jim?”
Jim takes a deep breath, then nods. “All right. Somehow…we’ll figure this out.”
Spock closes his eyes in relief and in the great magnitude of his love for this incredible human.
“Together.”
“Yes,” Jim agrees. “Always.”
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Flash Fic (Roommates) February 05, 2021
The conclusion
It wasn’t until lunch the next day that Spock, together with Jim, joined their friends at the Academy’s Universal Cafeteria. It was well-known to serve food known to every Federation planet. Spock often chose Vulcan dishes, though on that particular day he chose vegan potato leek soup. Jim chose the same thing.
At the table, already seated, were Nyota and Jim’s friend, Leonard McCoy, who had been lately making himself more at home with their group.
“Where were you two all day yesterday?” McCoy asked.
Jim grinned. “Oh. Well. Spock and I were getting to know each other a little better.”
“Haven’t you guys been roommates for months, why would you…” McCoy suddenly turned red as Jim laughed. “Never mind.”
Nyota was covering her own laugh with her hand.
“Sorry, Bones. But yeah, we, uh, spent the day together.”
“I see.” He huffed. “Does that mean I have to do the shovel talk?”
“Bones—”
Spock took a sip of his soup. “Allow me.” He turned to McCoy. “Should you ever interfere with my relationship with Jim, your family and friends will never find a trace of you.”
“What the hell!”
“Spock.” Jim was now squealing with laughter. Nyota was joining him.
“I am,” Spock said slowly, coldly, “of course…jesting.”
“Oh, of course.” McCoy leaned back in his seat, arms across his chest. “Now listen here you green blooded—”
“All right, enough,” Jim interrupted. “No insulting my boyfriend. It’s not cool.”
“Jim is correct. It is not wise to throw insults at me. I should warn you that I have contacts with several nefarious organizations that can see to it that you are never heard from again.”
“Spock.” Jim smiled and shook his head. He briefly touched his fingers to Spock’s. “Bones is going to think you’re serious.”
“Hmm. I can see how things are going to go around here now. Luckily I have a class.”
Nyota pushed back. She picked up her frappe. Spock was starting to think that was all she ever had. “Me too. See you two lovebirds later.”
And then she chased after McCoy, as they left the cafeteria together.
Jim smiled faintly. “Nefarious organizations, huh?”
“Indeed. At least five.”
Jim reached his spoon over to Spock’s soup and stole a mouthful.
“You have your own.”
“It doesn’t taste as good.”
Spock nearly rolled his eyes. “It is the same.”
“Maybe.” Jim rested his chin on his hand. “What do you say we go home?”
“I have a class in an hour and you have two,” Spock reminded him.
Jim sighed. “Yeah. What do you say we go home anyway?”
Spock’s lips twitched. “To get to know each other better?”
“Hell yeah.”
Spock pushed away from the table. “I say again, terrible influence. We really must attend our classes tomorrow.”
“It’s a Saturday.” Jim grinned as he hurried to keep pace with Spock’s long strides.
“Monday then. Yes, let’s go home.”
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Flash Fic (Roommates), February 03, 2021
NSFW
Jim’s lips on his are warm…hot even…and Spock wants to drown in them. He’s been kissed dozens of time before, yet, illogically this feels like his first time.
First he framed Jim’s face, hands on his jaw, holding him to Spock, not that he was trying to remove himself. But it quickly ramped up his desire as Spock felt the tightness in his pajama pants due to his rising erection.
He slid his hands down from Jim’s face to his round buttocks, squeezing there.
“Spock,” Jim moaned.
Spock was well aware there flimsy cheaply bought sofa would be no match for intense sexual activity, so he with his hands still gripping Jim’s bottom, he rose from the couch and carried Jim toward Spock’s bedroom.
He soon had Jim on the bed, Spock atop him, hungrily kissing him, devouring those plump lips, hands eagerly smoothing over Jim’s still clothed body.
“Off,” Spock grunted against Jim’s lips.
Spock wasn’t even sure how they got all their clothes off, but as soon as they did, he was right back to kissing Jim, rubbing their erections together. It was too much really, as they were both on fire for each other.
Spock got a hand between them then, grasping both of their hard, straining cocks. He stroked them once, twice, three times. And that was enough. They both came, cum coating over Spock’s fingers and the bed.
Jim made a noise that sounded like “unnh” and Spock returned to kissing him.
***
Jim panted, turning over onto his back, naked body slicked with sweat. “How-how many times is that?”
“I did not count.”
“Fuck, you’re insatiable.”
“It would seem so.” Spock flopped onto his back beside Jim. He supposed at some point he should get up and get a wash cloth or something to wash them off. He didn’t feel like it now, though. After just pumping cum into Jim’s ass for the the…well as Spock said, he had not counted…he did not at all feel able to move.
“Next time it’s my turn,” Jim mumbled.
“You think so?”
“Uh-huh. My ass is too sore for more, mister.” But Jim was grinning. And looking so beautiful and debauched, really, Spock’s breath caught.
“Perhaps it is best to rest for a time,” Spock replied. “It is now morning and we have not yet had breakfast.”
“True and I’m starving.” Jim yawned. “Weren’t we supposed to have class like an hour ago?”
“Indeed. Apparently we have decided to shirk our responsibilities today.”
Jim laughed. “Okay, yeah, so I can totally see me doing that, in fact, well I have, but it’s a little bit surprising for you to.”
“You are a terrible influence.” Spock ran a hand over Jim’s stomach. “Jim, may I make an inquiry?”
“Yeah, of course. You can ask me anything.”
“One evening, a while back, I saw you with an Orion female—”
“Gaila,” Jim supplied.
“Yes. Are you…”
“Wait. Is that why you…” Jim sat up. “She was just…I don’t know. A diversion.”
“A diversion?”
Jim laughed and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Spock, I’ve been crazy in love with you since you picked me up that night my bike broke down. Only, I don’t know, you didn’t seem even a little interested, and I…I just.”
“I had diversions, too,” Spock admitted.
Jim’s smile was gentle. “I know. What do you say we forget all that crap and just admit we want each other?”
“I am more than amenable to that.”
Jim once more flopped down on the bed, but he tugged Spock over him when doing so.
“What about breakfast?” Spock asked.
“Eh. Shut up and kiss me.”
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Flash Fic (Roommates), February 01, 2021
Spock did not know what his next move was as he sat beside Jim.
Jim had not yet removed his feet from being curled up under him. He was looking toward the screen where the movie had begun to play. There was a blonde actress and a dark haired actor. Spock was unfamiliar with both.
Spock let out a breath. “Should you wish to…place your feet on me, I will allow it.”
Jim’s head slowly turned toward Spock, his wide gaze landing on Spock. “I…what?”
Spock’s mouth felt dry. “Your feet. If they are cold, you are welcome to lay them across my lap.”
Jim’s tongue came out to trace his bottom lip. Then very carefully he unfolded his legs and stretched them across the small couch to rest his bare feet on Spock’s lap. Those eyes stared at Spock, the blue so saturated that Spock’s breath caught in his throat at their beauty.
“Okay…uh, thank you.”
Spock swallowed heavily, trying to pretend to look at the movie while looking at Jim, instead. “I…the other evening when I left, the night we moved in.”
“Hmm?”
“It was…I believe you were under the impression I went out with a…for a sexual…”
“Spock, it’s okay, you don’t have to—”
“It was my mother.”
He felt Jim’s stare then. He did not look directly at Jim, but he felt the heat of Jim’s gaze. On the screen, the actress had just fallen into a fountain and the actor was trying to get her out.
Jim cleared his throat. “I may be going out on a limb here, but, do you…?”
Spock looked over.
The tongue came out again. “Spock, do you…are you interested in me?”
Jim had turned a little pink as though perhaps a blush. And Spock saw something that cause an answering leap in his own heart. Hesitant hope in Jim’s gaze.
Spock was going to have to take a giant leap.
“Yes, Jim. I am.”
And just like that Jim moved in a flash and was suddenly sitting on Spock’s lap.
“Jim…”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
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Flash Fic (Roommates) January 29, 2021
When Spock arrived home, Jim greeted him with a ready smile. Jim had changed out of his cadet’s uniform and into loose fitting sweat pants and a form fitting T-Shirt. He should not have looked unbelievably attractive to Spock, but he did.
Spock was rather… rattled anyway, given his most recent conversation with Nyota.
Spock, that sounds like Kirk asked you for a date.
A date, if she was correct, implied Jim’s romantic interest. Which, of course, would be a very positive occurrence to Spock, if that were indeed the case. But Jim had invited Spock to watch movies with him before and there had been no particular indication at that time that Jim thought of it as romantic. Spock was torn.
“Spock?”
Spock blinked. Jim had been speaking to him and he had missed it. “I apologize. Can you repeat that?”
Jim bit his lip. “Uh. Just, um, I have everything set up and ready. Did you want to change into something more comfortable?”
Spock was still in the process of trying to analyze all of his interactions with Jim since they met at the start of the fall semester. Therefore, he did not respond, at first, and admittedly, continued to stare at Jim.
And that’s when Jim’s expression disappeared altogether. No smile, hesitant or otherwise, no dismay, nothing. Spock thought he might be able to give some Vulcans lessons.
“It’s all right if you’ve changed your mind and don’t want to watch with me,” Jim said, his voice casual, his tone easy.
Spock shook his head. “Negative, I have not. I am…I intend to join you.”
Jim moistened his lips and nodded. “Okay. Did you eat something? I can make you some rice and veggies.”
“I had a vegetable wrap with my tea.” He paused. “I would like to take a shower first.”
“All right, cool. When you’re ready, I’ll be on the couch.”
Spock went into his bedroom and sat on his bed, breathing deeply. There were so many mixed signals and he just did not understand Humans. And perhaps Jim most of all.
Spock, that sounds like Kirk asked you for a date.
He had shared his plans with Nyota when they met over tea and vegetable wraps. And this is what she had told him.
His mother had advised him to share his feelings with Jim. He had been opposed to doing so, because…despite her advice, Spock had seen two outcomes.
If he told Jim he was interested in Jim romantically, what if Jim replied that he did not see Spock that way and decided to move, leaving Spock alone. Perhaps that is the outcome he should wish for if Jim had no feelings, but Spock absolutely did not want Jim to depart. He knew that was not logical since he hadn’t wanted Jim to move with him.
If he told Jim that it was preferable that Jim not bring his paramours to their apartment, then Jim might spend his nights elsewhere and cause Spock concern and consternation.
It was all of this that had prevented Spock from speaking up. But Jim seemed in an odd mood and Spock had a feeling that he was being tested in a way he simply didn’t understand.
After a few minutes of mini-meditation, Spock rose and found his pajamas pants, flannel, and a long sleeve shirt he often wore to bed with the pants. They seemed in keeping with the spirit of Jim’s attire.
He allowed himself a quick hot shower, then he dressed in these casual clothes, and prepared to join Jim for the movies. As he exited his bedroom after changing, he could smell popcorn.
Sure enough, Jim sat on the couch, feet drawn up so that he formed a rather defensive looking ball. He held a large bowl of popcorn.
Jim smiled tentatively. “Hi.”
“Hello Jim.” Spock approached the couch. “Scoot over.”
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Flash Fic (Roommates), January 27, 2021
“How’s the new place?”
Spock paused in the middle of cutting his asparagus spears in half. He was seated in the cafeteria at a table across from his fellow cadet and friend, Nyota Uhura.
“It is…an interesting experience.”
Nyota smirked. “What does that mean exactly?”
“The last two nights the neighbors in the building next door have had loud parties that have not ceased until one in the morning. While I do not need as much sleep as full Humans, I do find the experience troublesome. Jim acquired ear plugs and has visited there a couple of times to request they cease. He said if they do not his next choice is to acquire a phaser.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh dear. He’s threatening to become violent?”
“I believe his words are in jest.” Spock shrugged. “Otherwise the living situation is manageable.”
“Hmm.” She tapped a manicured fingernail on the table. “Did you sign a lease?”
“A six month one, yes.”
“Too bad. Or I’d tell you to move.”
“Who’s moving?” Jim slammed down a lunch tray, causing the fries in the little paper container to jump and spill on the table. He didn’t seem to care, because as he wedged himself in next to Spock, he scooped one off the table and popped it into his mouth.
“No one. I was simply telling Nyota about our neighbors.”
“Oh. Right. They’re going to be moving if I have anything to say about it.”
“I’m surprised, Kirk,” Nyota spoke up, leaning back in her chair with her frappe. “I expected you to ask to join them.”
“Me? Nope. I’m actually a bit of a nerd,” Jim said. “Not the partying kind.”
She didn’t seem convinced, but she didn’t pursue the topic.
Jim looked at Spock’s plate. “You’re gonna get asparagus pee.”
Spock could practically hear Nyota’s eyes rolling. Her chair scooted back and she rose. “I have to get to class. Tea later, Spock?”
“Yes, that would be agreeable.”
Jim watched her leave, his lips pursed. “Don’t think she likes me much.”
Spock was surprised by this. “She has never said so.”
Jim smiled. “What are you up to tonight? After tea with Uhura.”
“I have no specific plans. I might go to the Science Library.”
“Mm. Okay.”
“What about you?”
“Nothing I guess. There’s a Rom Com marathon on tonight and I thought I might veg on the couch and watch that with a big bowl of popcorn. I thought maybe you’d like to veg with me, but if you want to study, that’s cool.”
Spock absolutely should not ‘veg’ with Jim on the couch watching Rom Coms. He should stick with the idea of studying at the library. Because he needed to have at least some distance between himself and Jim.
But as he was about to say that he would commit to studying, he glanced at Jim, and those sapphire eyes. His stomach hurt again.
“I can go to the library tomorrow night instead,” he heard himself say.
“Sweet.”
Spock inwardly sighed. But on the other hand, it also meant he would not come home to a sock on Jim’s door.
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Flash Fic (Roommates), January 25, 2021
When Spock returned to the apartment it was to Jim sitting on the new couch, curled up with his bare feet on it, eating directly from a carton of ice cream. His eyes were red, though not moist, so Spock could not tell if he had been crying or his eyes were red from something else.
“Hi.”
“Good evening, Jim.”
Jim said nothing else for a moment, just shoved another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. He seemed distressed, but Spock could not quite put a finger on it as to why or how he even thought it was the case. Jim’s body language seemed relaxed enough but there was something off about him even taking away the red eyes.
“I didn’t know you were going out,” Jim said then. “Came out of the shower and you were gone.”
Spock nodded. “I had an engagement. I did leave a message.”
Jim’s shoulders hunched in then. Just a tiny bit. “First night in our apartment, I kinda thought we’d spend it together. You know?”
Spock did not know. Jim had not said and Spock didn’t know there were rules about these things.
He cleared his throat. “An unspoken rule?”
Jim blinked, then shrugged. “No. Just an assumption on my part I guess. But I guess there’s that old saying my Gran used to say for a reason.”
“Saying?”
“To assume. Makes an ass out of you and me. Get it?”
Spock did not, exactly, but he knew there were many things Humans paid attention to that Vulcans did not.
“I do apologize for leaving, but I had arranged to meet someone.” Spock went into the kitchen to make tea.
He was surprised when Jim unfolded himself from the couch and followed him. He put what was left in the container of ice cream in the freezer.
“Where did you obtain that?” Spock wondered. They had not shopped for any food that he recalled and they hadn’t moved any either
“Convenience store on the corner. When I realized you were gone, I went down there and got that.”
“I see.” Spock put a teakettle on for hot water. “Do you want some tea?”
Jim bit his lip. His hair was in disarray and he somehow looked far younger than Spock knew him to be. “You got any of that tisane with the little blue flowers?”
“I do, yes.”
Jim nodded. “That would be nice.” He leaned up against the counter. He had pulled on loose fitting pajama bottoms and an oversized T-shirt with some cartoon character Spock did not recognize. It was likely why he seemed so young just then. “Did you, uh, have a good time?”
“It was…educational.”
Jim smiled very slightly, but his gaze slid away, his cheeks vaguely pink.
Spock once more thought he might be missing something, but he had no idea what.
When he made Jim his tea, he picked up the cup and gave Spock a rather shy smile. It made Spock’s stomach hurt again.
“I think I’ll take this to my room and get to bed early. Have a morning class I can’t be late for. Thanks, Spock. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Jim.”
Should I do Jim’s POV or stick with mostly Spock (Amanda’s part an exception)
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Flash Fic (Roommates), January 22, 2021
Decided to do this from Amanda’s point of view
It was a rare occasion when Amanda’s son asked to meet with her. It wasn’t at all that Spock did not love her. She knew he did, though he had not said so since he was a very small boy. She knew it, nonetheless.
But Spock, being Spock and Vulcan, he was not very sociable. And certainly not with his parents.
They were currently in San Francisco, though, where Spock was going to school and she had hoped to see him while there. On her own of course. Sarek was still not pleased with their son’s choices, though he had welcomed a visit just before the holidays with Spock.
Still the late invitation to meet with Spock at one of the family’s favorite restaurants had been surprising and unusual enough that Amanda was certain something was up.
When she arrived to be seated, Spock had already arrived and been waiting for her. Amanda herself was punctual, but Spock was always early.
He stood when she approached the table he had selected, but she waved him back into place. She knew better than to greet him with a hug or kiss.
She smiled though, very pleased to see him. “You look well.”
“Thank you, Mother. You do as well.” Spock hesitated. Then said, “I have moved locations.”
“You’re not at the dorm anymore?” This was surprising news to her. “I thought you liked staying with that boy. Um. Jim?”
Amanda had been surprised how warm Spock’s eyes had gotten when discussing his roommate, because that had not been like her son at all. She’d even theorized out loud to Sarek that Spock might have a crush on his roommate but Sarek had downplayed the idea.
At that moment, the waiter arrived with a pot of tea Spock had ordered and they both ordered their usual favorite dishes at the restaurant.
Spock poured them tea and said, “Yes, Jim. Jim moved with me.”
She paused in the middle of stirring sweetener into her tea. “Did he?”
Her son shook his head. “It was not my intention, initially but then…”
“Then?”
“He inferred that moving out would be ‘ditching’ him, he realized I intended to move because I was not comfortable living with him, and he thought we were friends and…” Spock paused.
“Wait. You wanted to move out to get away from him?”
Spock nodded.
Amanda frowned. “I see. Well. Then, Spock, was it wise to have him move with you? I don’t really understand.”
“Nor do I. But his clear disappointment in me drove me to alter my plan and I said he could move with me. Completely illogical.”
“Hmm. I had gotten the impression you liked Jim.”
“I do.”
“Yet you were uncomfortable living with him. It can’t be because he’s human, since you lived with me.” She laughed. But Spock did not look amused. “Spock, will you explain?”
He blew out a long breath and took several sips of tea. Then the waiter arrived with their dinner, so Amanda ate for a bit before pressing him.
“Spock?”
“The reason I was uncomfortable living with Jim is that I developed feeling of affection for him.” Spock looked away. “More than friendship.”
Then Amanda had been right. Of course she would gloat to Sarek later. Right now this required her serious attention.
“Well. Why didn’t you tell Jim that you wished to consider him…romantically?”
“That is not an easy conversation for me. And while I was still contemplating the exact nature of my emotional attachment to him, I saw him with a paramour.”
“Oh.” Amanda tried not to sigh. And be affronted on her son’s behalf. She hated seeing her quite sensitive son getting hurt. “Well.”
“I did not wish to live with Jim while experiencing unrequited love. But when he expressed disappointment, I could not refrain from inviting him to move with me.”
“Is that why you wanted to see me?” Amanda guessed.
Spock nodded. “Today was moving day. It went well enough, but Jim already mentioned each of us having intimate partners over and I…”
“What?” She asked gently.
“I am not comfortable having him bring paramours over.”
Amanda sat back. “I think that you have to be honest with him, Spock. I recommend expressing your deeper feelings to him.”
“And when he says he does not share them?”
“If he says that, then you must accept it of course. But I think perhaps his expressed disappointment at exiting your sharing the dorm with him just might be because he has similar feelings and just doesn’t know how to tell you.”
“Doubtful.”
She smiled softly. “If you aren’t comfortable telling him how you feel personally about him, then at the least you should tell him you aren’t comfortable with him bringing lovers over to your apartment. If he doesn’t accept your terms, then he’s welcome to move back to the dorms. Your feelings and needs matter too, Spock. Speak up for yourself.”
Spock knew she was right and agreed, but he forecast that he’d have another stomachache when he had such a conversation with Jim. But if it sent Jim packing, it would be, perhaps, for the best.
