“Good God, it’s hot and muggy here.” Jim wiped his brow with the cooling cloth Bones had given him. Cooling cloth, his ass. It didn’t do a damn thing.
“Georgia in August, Jimmy. What did you expect when you agreed to come with me?”
Jim eyed the old house. “Central air. Please tell me you have that at least.”
Bones chortled. “Course it does.” Bones stopped just at the front door. “Listen, you sure you’re okay?”
“Sure. Almost as good as new.”
“I know. Physically, of course I know. But about Spock…”
“Hey, it’s fine. No problem. We don’t even have to mention old pointy ears.”
“We, uh, sure, but…”
“He’s the one who decided to go to New Vulcan for three weeks instead of spending time with me, so just…drop it.”
Bones pursed his lips. “If you say so.”
“I do. We’re spending the next few weeks having fun in the sun. Or you know in central air. Bars with air and tropical drinks. Pools. Waterfalls. Lovely ladies. Cute guys.”
“What about Spock?”
“Oh, will you leave it? It’s not like I’m going to…”
Bones opened the front door.
Jim stepped inside.
A Vulcan stood there with a quirked eyebrow.
“Spock!”
Jim rushed at Spock throwing his arms around the Vulcan, who wrapped his arms around Jim and pulled him close.
“So much for fun,” Bones said.
“Bones, you devil. You set this up.”
“Ya think?” Bones made a grumpy face. “Happy anniversary or whatever.”
Jim released Spock and hugged Bones. “You old softie.”
“Yeah, yeah, about those drinks.”
Jim returned to Spock and kissed him.
“Old pointy ears?”
“Uh.”
“Lovely ladies, Cute guys?”
“I’ll make it up to you. Blow job later?”
“I can hear you!” Bones yelled from the kitchen.
Jim laughed, grabbed Spock’s arm and led him toward the kitchen. “This is going to be great!”
I had not intended to update this one any time soon, and they didn’t work for Christmas in July, but I gave in to a plea, and wrote this little tease of my Pinto couple from The Thought of You is Consuming Me.
The sort of clothes they boys would be wearing
“Zachary, have you heard?”
I looked up from my copy of the London Times, folded it on my lap and picked up my small glass of sherry. I had arrived at the gentlemen’ club, White’s, about an hour before. I’d had a dinner of roast beef in the dining room and had just recently relocated to the reading room to enjoy the news in peace. Clearly I was not going to be allowed that peace.
“What are you talking about this time, Chauncy?”
Chauncy smirked and seated himself in the plush chair next to me. “That particular friend of yours. Lord Christopher Pine.”
My heart skipped a beat. “What about him?”
He shrugged. “Only that there’s a rumor he’s engaged to Lady Annabelle.”
I scoffed. I knew Chris would have told me had it been true. “I have not heard. Nor do I believe it to be true.”
“Hmm. It’s all over London. The season’s about over and everyone will be returning to the country before the weather gets bad. Supposedly it will be announced before then.”
It couldn’t be true. Not that I knew Christopher could stay unattached forever. Neither of us could. Eventually we would have to keep up appearances and wed. But surely he would tell me if there had even been a hint of it happening this soon.
It would change nothing between us, of course. We had determined we would remain close even when fulfilling our duties as peers of society.
“Anyway, I’ll be off now,” Chauncy declared, rising. “I’m due at the Rileston Ball. Will I see you there?”
I shook my head. “Not likely. I plan to make an early night of it.”
“All right, old chap. See you then.”
With a sigh, I once more began to read the Times. After a bit I dozed off, and woke to the scent of a cigar. I blinked rapidly as it was brought right before my face. I seized it and quirked a brow at Chris, who now stood over me.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
He sat in the seat vacated previously by Chauncy, holding a cigar of his own as well as a glass of sherry. I noticed mine had been refilled.
I drew on my cigar and then flicked my head in his direction. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Hmm?”
“Chauncy tells me you and Lady Annabelle are about to announce your engagement.”
Chris rolled his eyes. “Oh stuff it.”
“True or not then?”
“Wouldn’t I tell you if it were?”
“I thought so.”
“Course I would. Chauncy never knows what he’s talking about. Not that Lady Annabelle and her family doesn’t want that. They do. But no engagement is coming. At least not for this season. I can push it off for a bit longer.”
“Ah, but will the fair Annabelle wait for you for next season?”
He shrugged. “Perhaps. I don’t know. But I’m not rushing things for anyone.” He eyed me over the rim of his sherry. “How about you? Any prospects for a blushing bride?”
I snorted. “Not hardly. I plan on putting it off for quite a bit longer, if you must know. I rarely even attend the balls for that very reason. I don’t need all those mamas pushing their oh so beautiful daughters in my direction.”
“A wise thing. I’m supposed to go to Rileston’s tonight, but I don’t want to.”
“Come to my place instead. We’ll finish these and be off. I have my coach.”
Chris smiled as he took a sip. “Very tempting.”
“Give into it.”
He laughed then, with delight, I might add, and I knew I had won his concession. Lady Annabelle be damned.
We finished our cigars and sherries and were in my coach headed to my home in only thirty minutes. As soon as we got into our seats in my coach, Chris was kissing me, eagerly.
I cupped his jaw and deepened it, tangling our tongues. We kissed like this for the entire ride home, which due to the traffic of the season’s balls and fetes, took over a half hour to reach it.
He was beautifully flushed and only slightly rumpled as we exited where my driver left us. My butler let us in, and after refusing more glasses of sherry, we headed upstairs.
Jim looked down at the straps of the ahn-woon around Spock’s throat. The way Spock’s eyes bugged out. Jim’s heart thundered so hard in his chest, it hurt.
The desert heat had him sweating so badly his uniform shirt was soaked through and clinging to his body. He felt vaguely faint and incredibly weak and drained.
And yet…
“No.”
“Jim. Let go of him!”
Bones pulled Jim away.
“No.”
“Jim. Spock…”
“It’s not real, Bones. Tell me it’s not real.”
Bones craggy face blurred in front of his eyes and Jim realized he was crying. “Jim, I’m sorry, but Spock is dead. You killed him.”
Jim was aware then that a group of Vulcan males came and took Spock’s body away. He sat on the ground, numbly staring at where it used to be.
But how could this happen? He’d wanted to save Spock from Stonn, T’Pring’s…well whatever he was. True he hadn’t known it was to the death, but…
“You’re going to have to kill him, Jim.”
“Kill Spock? That’s not what I came to Vulcan for, is it?”
But that’s exactly what he’d done. And now—
“Well, Captain Kirk, this is a surprise,” the Vulcan woman, T’Pring, said as she approached him. “I had not expected this outcome.”
Jim stared at her. “What?”
“I had thought Spock would win easily against you.” She straightened. “I never imagined a human could be strong enough to…well. This changes things.”
“It what?” Stonn shouted and came forward, clearly angry, despite the nonsense about Vulcans not having emotions. “I am to be your mate.”
T’Pring shrugged. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. It is up to the captain if he wishes to discard his interest in me.”
Stonn turned cold eyes to Jim.
T’Pau came over to them. “Well, Kirk, what is it to be? Will you join with T’Pring in the mating chamber? After all you have a rightful claim to her after defeating Spock.”
“Mating chamber?”
T’Pring smirked and put her hands on his arm, her nails digging in. “Come, James. My champion.”
“No. No. I don’t want this. Spock……”
“Spock is dead. You killed him.”
“No.”
“Spock is dead. You killed him.”
“No, no, this isn’t…”
“Spock is dead. You killed him.”
“Nooooo.”
“You’re going to have to kill him, Jim.”
“You’re going to have to kill him, Jim.”
“NO!”
Jim sat up, panting in bed. He wiped the moisture from his eyes.
A hand was rubbing his back and the lights in his room were on. He looked at Spock.
Spock.
Alive.
“Are you all right now, Jim?” Spock asked.
“I-I don’t know. That was…”
“A dream?”
“A nightmare. You…we were back on Vulcan. All those years ago with T’Pring.”
Spock watched him. “When you and I fought.”
“Yes. Only, you didn’t kill me. Or even think you did.”
“I do not understand.”
Jim shook his head. “I killed you. Only it wasn’t McCoy’s trick. I really had. With the ahn-woon.”
“It was only a dream, adun.” Spock soothingly rubbed his back. “We are here. I was not killed nor were you.”
“Yeah.” Jim laughed. But there was still moisture in his eyes. He reached for and squeezed Spock’s hand. “Think I’d better get up. Don’t think I can go back to sleep for a while.”
Spock glanced at the window of their bedroom. “The sun is rising. Would you care for a walk?”
“Yeah, yeah. Thank you. I’m sorry I woke you.”
“I would have risen soon anyway. Come, love, let’s walk off your dream.”
Jim nodded, rose from the bed, and eyed the ahn-woon on the wall dispassionately. “Maybe we can move that to another room.”
Spock patted his back. “0f course, Jim.”
Jim smiled and embraced Spock. “Love you. Let me get dressed.”
Spock turned to the ahn-woon and took it off the wall as Jim went into the bathroom. He shook his head.
“As though he ever had a chance to beat me. Illogical.”
“Paradise for three days, Bones. This is going to be so great,” Jim said to his best friend as they were preparing to go down for shore leave.
They were headed to the transporter room.
Bones looked behind him and spotted Spock walking several paces away from them.
“You know Spock broke up with Uhura.”
“Yep, he told me.”
“And?”
Jim laughed. “What?”
“Think you should invite him to join us?”
“Huh? What for?”
Bones sighed. “I don’t know. He’s by himself. Uhura’s partying with a new group of friends.”
“He doesn’t go on shore leave.”
“I think he’s going this time. He told me he has trunks.”
Jim frowned. “What?”
“Yeah. Swim trunks. And he was asking what we were doing.”
Jim stopped and leaned against the bulkhead. “Swell.”
“Jim.”
“Well, come on. I mean, I know we’re friends and all, but he’s going to crimp everything. I’m planning on getting laid.”
“You’re always planning on that.”
“I’ve already made an assignation with that Commodore from the Constellation. He’ll be there too.”
“What? That big beefy dude? Yule?”
“Yeah, that’s him. What can I say, Bones? I like the built, muscular ones. Why do you think I could never go for someone scrawny like you?” He pushed Bones.
“You wish you could have a chance with me.” Bones looked behind them. “Here he comes. Let’s ask him.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Jim smiled and turned to his first officer. “Spock, there you are. We’ve been waiting for you.”
“Waiting?”
“You’re coming down to shore leave with us and I won’t take no for an answer.”
Spock nodded. “Very well, Captain. I will go and get my belongings and will meet you down there.”
Jim patted his arm. “Meet us at the pool of the hotel we’re staying at, Mister Spock. I plan to be sitting under an umbrella sipping something tropical in no time.”
“I will be there.”
Jim watched Spock walk away toward the turbolift. He turned to Bones. “You owe me.”
“You like Spock.”
“Sure, I do. On the ship when he’s saying sciencey things to me.”
“That’s not a word.”
“Sure it is. I just said so.” Jim entered the transporter room. “But down on shore leave when I’m getting me some? Not so much. And he’s liable to sit there moping over his breakup when I’m trying to have some fun.”
“Wow, Jim, you’re in rare asshole form.”
“Well, come on, Bones. This is Spock. Well, whatever, the two of you aren’t going to keep me from having Yule. I’ve been planning this for a while.”
Sometime later, Jim was in his own swim trunks, sitting beside Bones under an umbrella by the hotel’s lagoon, sipping on a pineapple daquiri. He was attempting to contact Yule when Bones nudged him.
“Here’s Spock.”
“Mmm. Good.”
“Captain. Doctor.”
Jim finally looked up to see Spock standing next to their table. He blinked rapidly, lowered his sunglasses.
Spock was ripped. Muscular. Adonis.
And Jim was staring like a lovestruck fool.
“Captain?”
“Uh.”
“Jim? Something wrong?” Bones asked.
“Hiya, Spock.” Jim licked his lips. Rubbed the back of his neck. He suddenly felt like covering himself in the face of such magnificence. Without thinking it through, he lowered his gaze to the trunks Spock wore. He didn’t fail to notice Spock’s significant package. “Holy shit.”
“Captain?”
Jim’s gaze flew up quickly to Spock’s face. He slammed down his sunglasses over his eyes. But of course that wouldn’t hide the reddening of his skin that showed his absolute mortification.
“Want-want a drink?”
“A virgin margarita would be acceptable.”
Jim felt his own cock jump at the word virgin and he felt even more in some kind of surreal place.
“Fl-flavor?”
“Strawberry. I am going into the pool for a swim.”
Jim watched Spock’s tight round ass as he walked away from their table. He watched him get on the diving board and he watched him dive into the pool. He watched…
“Jim, your communicator is buzzing.”
Jim kept staring at Spock as he swam.
“It’s Yule.”
“Who?” Jim asked, absently.
“Sorry, he’s not interested,” he heard Bones say.
Jim took a sip of his daquiri, watched Spock.
“Should I go get him the margarita?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Jim, what’s wrong with you?”
“Spock’s really really hot.”
Bones snorted. “I’ll never understand you as long as I live. I’ll be back with the drinks, Romeo. You want another daquiri?”
“Uh-huh.”
Bones left their table and Jim continued to watch Spock.
This month’s walk with me is just around my condo complex. These pictures really prove that God or Nature can do color better than anything man can come up with.
All of this bougainvillea is just amazing.
Color everywhere even by the garages lolI love the little white flowers among the yellowDig these two sycamore treesThese are by one of the trash dumpsters! Flowers by the pool we are not allowed to useMore flowers by pool we can’t use HibiscusPretty purple flowersMy summer garden stakes out side my house part 1, these will be replaced by fall in SeptemberSummer stakes part 2Live Long and Prosper
I’ve decided to stick with themes for the rest of the months of the year. For example this month is Christmas in July.
For August it will be summer related flashes, with a few minor exceptions because I have already written them and scheduled them.
When I was growing up we always went back to school in September, not like kids do these days, so September will be Starfleet Academy flashes.
October will be Halloween/Harvet themed flashes, nothing too scary, I don’t think.
November will be Autumn and family gatherings, thankfulness.D
For December I was toying with what to do. Sure I could do the 25 Days thing again with songs but I was afraid I might be repeating some of the same stuff. So I began to think that instead of a different Spirk couple every day what if I do a chapter each day in December of one holiday romance story. And oddly enough just as I was getting ready to post this idea and ask if everyone was onboard with this, my friend J, who’d been talking about it with me, made this VERY suggestion to me. It’s like she read my mind!
Now I must admit to you now that I find most Hallmark movies a little corny for my tastes, but I will do my best to make a very Spirky type holiday romance for that month.
So there you have it! My plans.
For August, September, October and November I will be sticking with MWF flashes only (unless inspiration hits me and I do an extra)..
Exciting stuff my friends! Or I hope you think so.
Surprise! In the following days coming up for this month’s flashes you can expect Christmas in July! You will be spending time with some of our favorite versions of Jim and Spock as they celebrate.
So…beginning tomorrow…get out those Christmas tunes and Hallmark movies (or not!).
Recently, as in since this all began, the pandemic to end all pandemics (I am using humor here, please don’t think I don’t take it seriously), I decided to watch the Death Wishes. Bruce Willis had done a remake of the movie Charles Bronson did. I could watch both for free on Amazon so I did. Here are my comparisons, which I have been meaning to do for a while.
Now I can take Bruce or leave him. He’s done a couple of movies I just loved. The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable. I don’t mind Die Hard. I like Red (Karl Urban is in that and great too). But lets face it, he’s not always the greatest actor. He’s okay. And I think I’ve heard as a person he can be…challenging.
There will be massive spoilers going forward so be warned should you desire to see them.
I saw Bruce’s version first. His character is named the same as Charles’ is. Paul Kersey. But Bruce’s Kersey is a trauma surgeon in Chicago. He saves lives of gang members and the like all day long, plus good guys too. In the city. He has a very nice suburban life with a beautiful wife and almost graduating high school senior. His slightly less successful brother is played by one of my absolute favorites, Vincent D’onofrio . In the beginning Vincent’s character asks Kersey for money, which he loans him. They go out of their way at first to show that Kersey is not a touch guy with several scenes. Then he goes out to dinner with his wife, daughter, and brother. They have a nice dinner and the daughter talks about where she will go to college. The valet guy overhears where they live while they are talking as he’s getting their car and he hears them say that the next night they won’t be home as they are going out for Paul’s birthday dinner.
Believing they won’t be home, this dude, who is a scumbag criminal, arranges for him and his band of thieves to rob their house. But as it turns out, Paul being a trauma surgeon, is called in to work at the hospital that night and the birthday dinner is to be postponed. The thieves don’t know this, however, and so break in and terrorize Paul’s wife and daughter. When the wife sees they are getting rough with her daughter, she tries to intervene and one of them shoots her. They then beat the teenaged daughter until she is in a coma.
Paul and his brother end up running to where they are taken at the hospital and they are told the wife died but the daughter is in this coma. They never say she is raped, which I am grateful for, since she’s supposed to be a teenager. It’s just implied here that they beat her. (more about the rape when I get to Bronson’s).
Now for much of the rest of the movie, his daughter remains in a coma. Kersey is treating a gang member one day in the hospital and the dude’s gun falls onto the floor. He kicks it under the table to collect it later. He has gone to the police and they are having trouble solving the crime.
Anyhow, one day he sees this couple getting mugged and he ends up using the gun to save them, and thereafter, he makes it his business to find the ones who were responsible to what happened to his wife and daughter.
And he does. He gets every one of the guys responsible. And in pretty brutal ways, not gonna lie.
Now the daughter wakes up toward the end and goes home with Kersey and his brother (who paid Kersey back) and is probably the most likeable character in the movie, and as they are leaving the hospital, Kersey sees the final guy responsible. The daughter doesn’t remember much but this thug thinks she might some day so he decides to go back to Kersey’s house to kill her. But this time Kersey is ready and has her hide and he kills the thug and the cops look the other way because they feel bad they couldn’t solve the case. But they tell him stop killing people and he’s like I got them. I’m done.
Now in some ways I expected Bronson’s movie to be less brutal than Bruce’s. Because movies can do much more now than they did then. But on the other hand I realized this was still Bronson and it was still going to be brutal. It was and a few scenes actually were worse for me.
First, the 70s porn music that played throughout was just horrible. That’s a side note.
In the 1970s one, Kersey is an architect rather than a doctor and they live in New York City not Chicago. Kersey and his wife (a famous actress of the time and I can’t recall who, it wasn’t Bronson’s wife Jill though, who he did do movies with) have been vacationing in Hawaii. When they return, they go out of their way to show that Kersey is a bleeding heart liberal and thinks criminals get a bad rap and are just down on their luck.
The Kerseys have an adult daughter in this one and she is married. In this one, Kersey’s wife and daughter are spending the day together and they are seen at a local high end grocery store that delivers to their high-rise apartment. A group of “freaks” sees them. That is even what they are called on IMDB. None of the freaks are recognizable save for one, and it’s Jeff Goldblum in his very first role. Anyway, these freaks follow Kersey’s wife and daughter back to their apartment building and somehow sneak through a side door even though it’s the kind of building with a doorman.
They ring the bell of the apartment and because they are waiting for groceries to be delivered, the daughter opens the door. The freaks come in and brutally beat both women. They try to rob them but they have very little cash. They then rape the daughter. I had read that she got raped and I was hoping it wasn’t especially graphic but it was graphic enough trust me. There is one thing they do that…I can’t even say. Anyway, it’s mercifully fast and over.
But they leave the women for dead. The daughter manages to call her husband and they are taken to the hospital where the wife dies. The daughter lives but is never the same and just stares into space and is eventually committed to a mental hospital.
Kersey has the son-in-law in this one and he is whiny and annoying. The brother character in the later version is much better.
Anyway similar to the remake, Kersey begins to go after criminals and he ends up killing a lot of them and gets a reputation as a vigilante killer in the city and many people like him because of it.
Unlike the remake, the cops never figure out who the “freaks” were and neither does Kersey. So he never gets those directly responsible for what happened to his wife and daughter.
But I found Bronson’s Kersey to be surprisingly much more sympathetic. When he first starts killing muggers and the like he gets sick and hates himself for it. Feels terrible. Bruce never does. And anyway he just seemed like he had been a nicer guy.
In the end, just like in Bruce’s the cops tell him to stop killing and he says he will. But he then moves to Chicago and starts to look at criminals like he’s not done.
Now, like I said, I thought Bronson was more sympathetic, but I liked how in Bruce’s he went after the guys who actually attacked his wife and daughter rather than random thugs. The son-in-law in Bronson’s was horrible and whiny and the brother in Bruce’s was one of the best parts. I liked how the daughter recovered in Bruce’s and also because she was a teen, they didn’t go the rape route. The music in the 70s version was just awful.
I didn’t come away with hating either movie but I can’t say I loved either movie or even liked them. They weren’t the worst movies I’d ever seen, but they were, like, meh.