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Flash Fic, September 19, 2024

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“There you are.”

Jim smiled at Bones as he entered their dorm later that day. “Hey, Bones. Uh. Sorry I didn’t remember to let you know I wasn’t coming home last night until this morning.”

“Uh-huh. I kinda figured you wouldn’t. And I think I’ve figured this whole thing out.”

Jim scooted past him into the kitchenette. He reached into the fridge and took out a bottle of beer. He twisted off the lid and took a sip.

“Enlighten me.”

Bones joined him in the kitchenette and leaned against the counter opposite Jim. “I decided to take a look at who was signed up for chess matches yesterday for the club.”

Jim chuckled. “Did you? Thought you weren’t interested in chess.”

Bones snorted. “I’m not. But I am nosey.”

“That you are.”

“You weren’t on the list of players. And by the way, TooSexy?”

“Seemed appropriate.”

“Gimme a break. You definitely think too much of yourself, my friend.”

Jim chugged some more beer. “What’s your conclusion?”

His fried looked smug. “You haven’t been playing chess. You’re seeing some girl. For some reason you don’t think I’d approve of her which is why the subterfuge.”

“I have to hand it to you, Bones. You’ve really been thinking about this.”

“Of course I have. Is it someone I know? Someone I’m interested in?”

There was a knock on their door and Jim set his bottle down on the counter.

“Hold that thought.”

Jim went to the door and opened it, smiling brightly at Spock.

“Hey, sorry. I haven’t changed out of my uniform yet. I was distracted by Bones.”

Spock stepped inside the dorm and gazed blankly at Bones, who now stared at him with his mouth agape.

Jim turned. “Bones, this is ChessMaster. And you’re half right. I am seeing Spock. We’re about to go to dinner.”

“You are welcome to join us, Doctor,” Spock offered.

“I’d rather choke on a—”

“Bones!” Jim laughed.

“No, thanks.”

Spock nodded.

“Give me just a sec. I won’t be long. Don’t kill each other while I’m changing.”

“Why would I kill the doctor?”

Bones mumbled, “I have somewhere to be.”

And Jim watched as his friend made his way to the door. “We will talk later, Jim.”

Jim waved and then laughed when Bones glared before leaving.

“That went well.”

“The doctor was unaware you and I are seeing each other.”

“Mm. He thought you were a girl.”

Spock arched a brow.

“Never mind that. Now that he’s gone, you can help me remove my uniform.”

“You need assistance?”

Jim winked. “Especially with the zipper on these pants.”

“The zipper? Oh.” Spock blushed slightly. Cleared his throat. “I am sure I am up to the task of assisting you.”

“I’m sure too.” Jim drew Spock close and kissed him. “We don’t have a reservation for dinner, do we?”

“We do not.”

“Then dinner can definitely wait.”

September 19, 2024

Flash Fic, September 16, 2024

I think maybe three more parts after this and we will conclude this.

Jim woke slowly, cocooned in warmth, held close, bare skin to bare skin. It took only a moment for his brain to catch up. Yes, he was in Spock’s bed where he had spent a very good night.

Spock stirred too and suddenly dark eyes gazed upon him.

“Good morning,” Jim spoke first. For light streamed gently through the blind on the window.

“Good morning.” Spock’s voice was deep and rough and it sent another thrill through Jim that he was well aware they had no time to indulge.

But it brough back memories of the night before and the passion they’d shared over and over.

“You are smiling.”

“Remembering last night.”

“Then I share that smile, inwardly anyway. We will be late if we don’t rise soon.”

Jim yawned. “I suppose. I’m inclined to miss my first class and just lie in.”

Spock’s lips curved. “As an instructor at the Academy I must advise you against that.” He paused. “However, as…”

When he hesitated, Jim supplied, “Lover.”

A faint color appeared on Spock’s cheeks, but he said, “As your lover I can think of no objection to having you continue to lie here in my bed at your leisure.”

“That sounds like approval to me.” Jim grinned.

Spock shook his head and made to rise. “I, however, am conducting an exam in my first class.”

“Mm. My roommate is in that class.”

“What is your roommates name?”

“Bones. Leonard McCoy.”

“Yes, I know him.”

Jim chuckled. “I bet. He’s a complainer. I love him, of course. But he does love to bitch. And he hates that class.”

“You do not appear to be influenced by his opinion.”

As Spock stood, Jim turned on to his back and linked his arms behind his head on the pillow.

“Nah, I know he’s a grump. Besides you have mad chess skills.”

“Ah, so you appreciate me for my skills at chess.”

“That and your fantastic body and delicious lips.”

Spock arched a brow. “I really must get ready.”

“Speaking of, we don’t have to set up a chess match just to see each other now, do we?”

“No.”

Jim smiled. “Great. But maybe you’d better kiss me before you go into the bathroom in case I get lonely.”

“You are illogical,” Spock pronounced, but he leaned down to do so anyway. It was quick though.

“That’s it?”

“Neither of has yet brushed our teeth. As desirable as you are…”

Jim laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I get it. Go get ready, Professor.”

And as Spock made his way into the bathroom, Jim dozed with a smile on his face.

September 16, 2024

Flash Fic, September 13, 2024

Somehow Jim ended up being victorious two chess games in a row with Spock, and he’d have been a little surprised except Spock had seemed distracted since Jim had arrived at his apartment.

Rather than set up a third match, they’d moved over to the sofa in Spock’s apartment. He’d made them tea but neither of them had taken more than a sip.

“Are you okay?” Jim asked. “You don’t seem very much into chess tonight. I would have been all right if you’d wanted to cancel.”

Spock shook his head. “I did not want to cancel. But you are correct that I am perhaps distracted. I received communication from my mother that my parents will be coming to San Francisco next week.”

“That’s not a good thing?”

“Seeing my mother is, of course, pleasing, but my father and I have not spoken since we argued over my decision to enlist in Starfleet rather than accept enrollment at the Vulcan Science Academy. I made something of a scene in front of the acceptance board.”

“Your dad was embarrassed?”

“Vulcans do not feel embarrassment.” Spock’s lips twitched slightly at Jim’s raised brows. “Or at any rate, we do not acknowledge when we do. I believe a visit with my parents may become awkward.”

“Why will they be here?”

“My father is the Vulcan Ambassador to Earth and will be attending Federation meetings. Mother is availing herself of the opportunity to see me and other members of our family who reside on Earth.”

“I definitely understand awkward family moments.” Jim smiled. “Maybe I can distract you from thinking about all that?”

“I do not know if I am up for another chess match,” Spock replied.

Jim laughed and shook his head. “That’s good, because I wasn’t planning on distracting you with my brilliant chess moves,”

“Then—”

Jim moved on the couch until he was basically straddling Spock’s lap. With one hand under Spock’s chin to lift his face upward, Jim pressed his mouth to Spock’s.

For a moment Spock did not react and he felt as stiff as a block wall. Jim feared he might have miscalculated and was preparing to stop his actions and form an apology.

But then Spock’s mouth softened under his, he groaned softly, and his hands came up to hold Jim to him. The kiss deepened and soon Jim found himself under Spock on the couch, their mouths slanting against each other hungrily.

When they paused to breath, Jim whispered, “Should we take this to the bedroom?”

September 13, 2024

Flash Fic, September 12, 2024

Jim went home to shower since what he needed for his classes was there anyway and as he was came out of the bathroom with only a tower around his waist, Bones waited for him and thrust a steaming hot cup of coffee into his hand.

“Thank God. Just the way I like it.”

“Mm. Hot enough to burn your insides. Which is terrible for you, of course.”

Jim smiled. “Of course.”

“Where have you been? Not that it’s any of my business, yada yada.”

“Where I said I was. It was kind of late when we finished playing chess and I didn’t feel like walking by myself back to campus in the cold windy dark. Getting close to October you know. Who knows what ghoulies might be out there.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And I slept on the couch.”

“So what are your plans today?”

“Classes all day,” Jim told him, taking a sip of coffee.

“Dinner?”

“Er. I have another chess match when classes are over.”

Bones nodded, seeming unfazed. “Signed up for a lot of those, did you?”

“Well, you know. The more you win, the more others want to compete against you.”

“I wouldn’t know. Chess bores the crap outta me. Who are you playing today?”

Now here’s where Jim had to be careful. He didn’t think admitting he was going to be playing with ChessMaster again was a wise thing to do. Bones would definitely be wondering what was up. And sticking his big nose into things. But he didn’t want to exactly lie to Bones either.

“I’ll have to look on the board later,” Jim hedged.

“Going to spend the night with this one too?”

He laughed. “Well, I mean you never know. I’ll let you know if I’ll be out all night. Have a good day, Bones.”

“I’ve got ten tests. How can I have a good day?” Bones grumbled as he left.

Jim checked his communicator.

You made it back to your dorm?

Jim smiled.

Yes, see you later!

September 12, 2024

Flash Fic September 05, 2024

Jim reminded himself that this wasn’t really a date. He’d assured Bones of that and his mother too but he couldn’t deny Spock’s invitation to his apartment that included dinner had his heart racing a bit.

Spock was attractive as hell and Jim loved a guy (or girl) with a great mind. Spock was the whole package…tall, dark and handsome and brilliant.

But just because he invited Jim to eat dinner while they had a chess rematch didn’t mean the Vulcan professor thought of it their meeting again as anything other than a means to defeat Jim.

Of course, he had acknowledged Jim was sexy. But merely an offhand remark, right?

Still as he knocked on Spock’s apartment door he struggled to tamp down his anticipation.

The door opened and Spock stood there, dressed in his black professor’s uniform, looking cool as a cucumber yet hot as well.

“Come in.” Spock stepped aside to allow Jim to enter.

It was a simple apartment, just a couch and a chair, with a desk and a terminal in the living room. No sign of any entertainment devices.

The kitchen was tiny with just a table that only allowed for two chairs. Spock had set up the chess set there. There was a bar type counter on the edge of the kitchen with two stools and that is where Spock had laid plates of food.

Jim could see a short hallway across from the kitchen that presumably led to the bathroom and bedroom. No luxury whatsoever, just efficiency.

When Jim joined Spock at the stools he smiled down at the plates. “What are we having?”

“It’s a Vulcan dish made with root vegetables and a bland sauce.”

Jim laughed. “What? Did you say bland?”

“Most Humans do not find Vulcan food exciting. Humans are used to more flavor in their food and typically find our dishes boring and simple,” Spock advised.

“Did your mom?”

“Indeed. She has adjusted recipes to be more to her liking and neither my father nor myself object. I have used one of her recipes but it may still be bland to you so I wanted to offer the warning.”

“Got you.” Jim tasted it. He was not a fan of vegetables in all honesty, but he was raised to eat what he was given when you were hosted by someone at their home, and so he ate every bite without a protest.

Spock watched him, though, assessing him, though he waited until they’d finished before asking, “Your thoughts?”

Jim tried to think of the nicest way to put it but he ended up with, “Vegetables are not my first choice in meals but I found the dish pretty good.”

Spock inclined his head. “I applaud you on diplomacy.”

Jim laughed.

“Shall we adjourn to the chess game?” Spock asked. “I would appreciate getting to where I defeat you.”

“Mm. Confidence, Chess Master. I kind of like it.”

They sat down to play and Jim spend much of the time chattering about nonsensical, unimportant things, until Spock looked up with something of a glare.

“You are intending to distract me with your endless chitchat.”

“I’d think a master like you could handle a little distraction.”

“Perhaps I can. I must say I find your appearance more distracting than your rather inadequate attempts to distract me with conversation.”

“My appearance?”

“Because you are, as your chess name indicated, too sexy.”

Jim grinned and shook his head. “Now you’re trying to distract me by flirting with me.”

Spock arched a brow. “And it has succeeded. Checkmate.”

“Ah, damn.”

“Shall we play again?”

“You’re on.”

September 5, 2024

Flash Fic, August 26, 2024

A continuation

Leonard “Bones” McCoy, Jim’s friend and dorm roommate, looked frazzled when Jim got home later that day. He wasn’t particularly concerned as Bones usually wore that look.

“Hey.”

Bones scowled. “Hey yourself. I’ve got a million tests to study for. I ordered a pizza. Should be here any moment.”

“Oh.” Jim nodded. “Good. But I won’t be here.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“I’ve got a chess match.”

His friend’s frown deepened. “I thought that was this afternoon.”

Jim smiled. “It was. But this is a rematch because I creamed the other player.”

“Hmm. Still a chess match at dinner time?”

“We’re, uh, going to eat too.”

Jim was well aware Bones was not a fan of Professor Spock. He hoped to keep Spock’s name out of this conversation.

“Eat? Is it a date?”

Jim laughed. “What? No. No, of course not. Just a chess match. And some food. With the other player.”

Bones stared at him for a moment. “What’s the player’s name?”

“Chess Master.”

“Pretty arrogant.”

“Yeah, but for a good reason.”

“Yet you won the match.”

“Well, you have to be pretty spectacular to beat me,” Jim said with a wink and a laugh.

Bones snorted. “Do they have a real name?”

“I’m sure they do. Doesn’t everyone? We’re keeping things pretty…on point. Chess Master and…”

His friend arched both brows.

“My alias,” Jim said smoothy.

“I probably don’t want to know.”

“You definitely don’t. Anyway, sorry, Bones. Raincheck on the pizza. If there’s any left I’ll have some for breakfast.”

“You’re being pretty evasive. Something you’re not telling me?’

“What? No.”

“What gender is Chess Master?”

“Male.”

“Species?”

Jim laughed. “What? Um. Human.” Which wasn’t a total lie. Spock was half.

“Be careful.”

“It’s just a chess match, Bones.”

“Not a damn date.”

Jim flashed a smile. “Nope.” He patted Bones’ arm. “Gotta get going. See you later.”

August 26, 2024

Flash Fic, August 14, 2024

Our chess boys are back

Though Spock hadn’t stated anything out loud, Jim could tell he was getting frustrated by Jim’s chess playing methods.

It was the tiny frown line between his brows and the almost subtle huff of breath each time he watched Jim lift a piece and hover it over the board.

Jim was used to surprising opponents. Back in the day, Sam ‘Sore Loser’ Kirk was legendary with the fits he threw when Jim declared “checkmate.”

Not long after he’d arrived in San Francico, Jim had left Pike himself perplexed and off-kilter as he had been forced to concede defeat.

But he could tell Spock was struggling with it more than most.

“Not used to losing huh?” Jim asked, casually lifting his iced coffee to his lips to take a drink.

Spock did not look at him. “That is hardly a conclusive outcome.”

Jim nodded even though Spock stared down at the board and wouldn’t see the movement. He couldn’t remember when he’d enjoyed a match this much. And despite what he’d told his mom it almost felt like a date.

Jim knew it wasn’t though. Spock was clearly attracted to him, but Jim had heard Vulcans stuck only with other Vulcans. Something about bonding as children or whatever. Jim didn’t know much about Spock, so for all he knew Spock could be full on Vulcan married. Too bad, because Jim would love to pursue something with Mister Tall Dark and Handsome.

Spock moved his piece. Looked up, arching a brow.

“That’s a brilliant move,” Jim said with an admiring smile.

“Indeed.”

Spock even looked a bit smug. It was quite cute really.

Jim leaned forward, moved his piece, and declared, “Checkmate.”

Spock’s gaze darted downward, then back up to Jim’s face.

“I think it’s conclusive now.”

“Not only are you too sexy, you are too smart,” Spock retorted.

Jim laughed. “Uh-huh.”

Spock pursed his lip. “I do not have time for a rematch at present. But perhaps, after dinner, we could play another match.”

“Okay. Here?”

“I was thinking my apartment after we finish eating.”

Jim blinked rapidly. “Oh.”

“Unless you have other plans?”

“I’ll break them.”

“Six-thirty then. I will send the address.”

August 14, 2024

Flash Fic, August 07, 2024

“I’m sorry, Mom. She went quick? That’s good.”

Jim was wandering around a quad area just off the biology building at Starfleet Academy. His mother had informed him that his great-aunt had passed away the day before. In all honesty Jim hadn’t seen her since he was a small boy and he hadn’t known her well, but his mother had. They had been close at one time.

“You need anything? Want me to come home? I could probably get a few days. Okay, just let me know.” Jim looked around the empty quad as he spoke into his communication device. “I was supposed to meet someone but looks like they aren’t coming.” He laughed. “No, not a date. This was a chess hookup with a club here at school. Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow. Bye.”

He rechecked the instructions about meeting at the quad by the biology building and the time it was supposed to be. Yep, stood up. Over a chess game.

Jim turned around and came face to face with a tall Vulcan male dressed all in black. His heart skipped a beat.

“Uh.”

An eyebrow shot up.

“Are you too sexy?”

Jim’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

The Vulcan huffed a slight breath. “Your information. Are you Toosexy?”

“Oh.” Jim licked his bottom lip and laughed. For a second he’d forgotten he’d used that silly nickname. “You must be ChessMaster.”

“Indeed. I apologize for being tardy. I was forced to deal with a classroom situation.”

Right. Now Jim knew who this was. Commander Spock. Jim had no classes with him but Bones did and complained non-stop about what an asshole the instructor was.

“Are you ready to play a match, Toosexy?”

Jim cleared his throat. “You probably should call me Jim. Jim Kirk.”

“Very well, Jim. Jim Kirk.”

Jim laughed. “You’re pretty funny.”

Spock’s lips twitched slightly. “I am quite sure no one has ever mentioned that before. My name is Spock.”

“Cool. I’m ready to trounce you.”:

“I am also quite sure that you will not.”

“Oh you are so on.” Jim started walking toward the hall that the chess club held matches in, but he stopped mid-stride when he noticed Spock…”Hey. Are you checking out my ass?”

Spock shrugged, unconcerned. “I believe that I am.”

Jim chuckled. This day was definitely starting to look up.

(likely to be continued)

August 7, 2024

Christmas in July #14

And so we come to the end of another semi-successful Christmas in July. Thank you for reading!

Jim’s hand wrapped around the last container of eggnog on Christmas Eve at the same time someone else’s hand grabbed it. Jim tugged.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Then his gaze lifted and he stared directly into doe-like dark brown eyes.

“This is mine.”

Jim blinked. “Uh, no. I got here first. And it’s my mother’s favorite.”

“It is likewise my mother’s favorite.”

He rolled his eyes and didn’t let go. “Really? Look…Jim Kirk.”

“What?”

“My name.”

Doe-eyed frowned. It was then Jim noticed the pointy ears sticking out of the dark blue beanie atop his head.

“Spock.”

“You’re a Vulcan.”

“Yes, I am quite aware.”

“And your mother likes eggnog?”

“My mother is Human.” Spock tugged a little and with that pronouncement Jim almost let go of the carton, but he stopped himself in time.

“It’s Christmas Eve and my mother is here in San Francisco and I promised her eggnog. It’s sold out everywhere else.”

“It is also Hannukah and my mother is here and loves eggnog. It is a holiday drink, not exclusive to Christmas,” Spock told him.

“I’m not letting go.”

“And I am also not letting go. It seems we are at an impasse.”

Jim’s communicator buzzed in his pocket. He was fairly sure it was his mom but he didn’t have a free hand for in his other hand he held a bag of Christmas cookies.

“Shoot.”

Spock arched his brow.

With a groan, Jim released the carton and fished the communicator out of his pocket.

“Hey Mom. Yeah I’m leaving the store now and am on my way. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” He eyed Spock. “Bad news though. I couldn’t get any eggnog. Maybe we can find a recipe and make some from scratch, yeah? See you soon.”

Sighing with disappointment, Jim started to turn away.

“Mr. Kirk.”

“Yeah?”

Spock thrust the carton of eggnog into Jim’s hand. “You take it. I will find something else.”

Jim blinked, then smiled. “Thank you. But you know what? I’m thinking we can share it.”

“Share it?”

“Yeah. My mom’s staying at the Sheraton. Room 2045. Why don’t you bring your mom there and we can all have some. We’re having some desserts and hors d’oeuvres.”

For a long time, Spock did not reply, and Jim thought the Vulcan would turn him down. He was already thinking ‘better luck next time’.

“I have to check with my mother, but yes, I think that will be an acceptable alternative.”

“Yeah? Great. If you can’t make it, here’s my contact information.”

Spock took Jim’s information and then Jim made his purchases and went to the Sheraton.

Part of him thought Spock would text him no or even do a no-show, but then just as he was getting ready to set up a nice holiday display with cookies and finger foods, he got a text.

“We are coming.”

July 31, 2024

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