Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Category: Star Trek

  • Christmas in July, Post 4

    J wanted a sequel to 2019’s Twelve Days of Christmas. A bit silly but here it is.

    Jim held his head in his hands and groaned. Underneath his ass he had a cushion. He shifted on it. It didn’t help much.

    “Hangover?”

    Jim eyed his so-called best friend through slits in his fingers. “Listen, Partridge, I’m in no mood for your smirkiness.”

    Bones chuckled. “I can see that. And that partridge thing better not become a new nickname. I was coerced into wearing that outfit.”

    “Mm.” Jim released hold of his head long enough to stick a straw in his coffee.

    “You look worse for wear. Can’t even swallow normal?”

    “I did plenty of swallowing last night.”

    “I definitely didn’t need to hear that.”

    Jim couldn’t even bring up a smile. “Spock and I did a lot of celebrating our newly engaged status.”

    Bones looked down at Jim’s cushion, shook his head. “Do I need to have you off duty for the day?”

    “Could you? Not sure I’m going to make it otherwise.”

    “Okay, but then your betrothed has to be the captain.”

    “He’s fine. Doesn’t drink and is weirdly healthy and strong this morning.” Jim grimaced. “Vaguely annoying, really.”

    “Informed the brass yet you’re getting hitched?”

    “Spock filed the report for us last night in between—”

    “Yeah, I get it,” his friend said quickly.

    “He took me quite seriously about that pipers piping crack.” Jim groaned. “If you’re really going to have me off, I’m going to sleep for about a hundred hours.”

    “You want a shot for your, uh, derriere pain?”

    “Nah, it’ll go away on its own. Feels better already. All I can say is it’s a good thing the holidays are once a year.”

    “You could have had a little less to drink. How about a shot for your head?”

    “Don’t you have like a tablet?”

    Bones shrugged. “Sure, but it will take longer to work.”

    “Better that than you jabbing me in the neck.”

    “I suppose you’ve had enough of being jabbed for a while,” Bones said with a smirk.

    Jim rolled his eyes. “Here comes Spock. Behave.”

    “I’m an angel,” Bones insisted.

    “Good Morning, Captain. Doctor.”

    Spock sat next to Jim, his gaze straying to the cushion underneath Jim’s ass. He glanced up at Jim.

    “Er, Bones said I could be off duty for the next shift. You okay with that?”

    “Of course, Captain. I can see quite clearly you need to recuperate.”

    “When’s the big day anyway?” Bones asked.

    “Don’t know.”

    “The sooner the better,” Spock said at the same time.

    Jim mustered a small smile. “Yeah? Good. As soon as I feel normal again.”

    “You’ve never been normal, Jim.”

    “Shut up, Bones.” Jim struggled up from his chair in the mess and just barely refrained from rubbing a sore cheek.

    “Do you require assistance to your quarters?” Spock asked.

    “I’ll help him. Have to get him a hangover tablet anyway.” Bones stood up and took Jim’s arm. “Congratulations you two. I really mean it.”

    Jim let himself be led from the mess room with a jaunty wave at Spock. Or at least an attempt at one. He really did feel like crap. But Spock said yes and soon they’d be married.

    And since Spock’s last name was unproduceable, that meant Spock would just have to suffer with Captain and Commander Kirk.

    “What are you giggling at?” Bones demanded as he pushed him into the turbolift.

    “Just happy.” Jim winced. “Uh. But I’m not entirely sure I’m finished throwing up.”

    Bones gave a long suffering sigh and then to Jim’s amazed horror, he stuck a hypospray into Jim’s neck.

    “Ouch.”

    “It’s good to always be prepared where you’re concerned. Merry Day After Christmas.”

    Jim rubbed his neck. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.”  

  • Christmas in July, Post 3

    Photo by Enric Cruz Lu00f3pez on Pexels.com

    Jamie had requested a flash for the guys from Roommates. This is theirs.

    As Spock approached the door of the apartment he shared with Jim Kirk, he was quite certain he heard Jingle Bells. The song rather than actual bells. And since Spock knew it was July, he was quite puzzled. The Terran holiday of Christmas was not for months. And even if one considered that Jingle Bells was a secular song that only mentioned snow and sleighs, it still seemed an odd choice given the summer heat.

    With a shake of his head, Spock opened the door and stepped inside. The air conditioning was on frigid blast, he quickly noted, glancing at the ceiling to ensure icicles were not indeed forming. He saw no immediate sign of his boyfriend.

    “Computer, raise temperature twenty degrees.”

    “Engaging.”

    Instantly the air of the apartment felt much more appropriate, though still cool enough to satisfy Jim.

    “Jim? Jim, are you here?”

    Jingle Bells had ended but was now replaced with It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.  

    Spock sniffed. If he was not mistaken, Jim was baking sugar cookies. And he had decorated the apartment with garland, elves, and Santa Clauses. He was completely perplexed.

    “Jim?”

    Jim came out of the bedroom then, wearing an apron with a reindeer applique.

    “Oh.” Jim’s face brightened. “I didn’t think you were coming home for a few more hours.”

    “I finished early. Jim, are you…?”

    Jim whirled around, arms outstretched. “Yep. You caught me.”

    “Caught you?”

    “I’m having an affair.”

    “An…”

    Jim laughed. “With Christmas.”

    Spock frowned. “I do not understand.”

    “Right, which is why I didn’t tell you about it. I figured I’d have it mostly cleaned up before you got home.” Jim sighed and threw his arms around Spock. “It’s Christmas in July.”

    “That is a thing?” Spock accepted Jim’s sweet kiss. He loved kissing Jim.

    “Yep. Well sorta. Some camp came up with it many many years ago. Anyway, see, when I was a kid, my Gran and I used to spend a day in July celebrating it. Only the two of us. My brother thought I was nuts and Frank…we won’t talk about him. Mom usually wasn’t there. So it was Gran and me. We’d make cookies and decorate and listen to songs, just for that day.” Jim smiled wistfully. “I miss her.”

    Spock closed his arms around Jim, holding him close. “There was no need to hide this part of yourself, Jim. You may celebrate Christmas in July every day in July if that is what it takes to make you happy.”

    Jim smiled and kissed him again. “That’s why you’re absolutely perfect.”

    “I do not know that I am perfect.”

    His boyfriend laughed. “For me, anyway. Want to help me decorate cookies?”

    “If you wish.”

    “I do. And by the way, if I don’t say it enough, I love you.”

    Spock initiated the kiss this time. “And I love you as well. Let’s decorate cookies.”

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  • Happy Independence Day 2021

    A little mini flash for your enjoyment…

     “So, what do you think?”

    Spock turns his gaze away from the display exploding over the water in the distance.

    “It is a dazzling display,” Spock agrees. “Though a waste of resources.”

    Jim smiles, moving closer. He puts his hand under Spock’s forearm. Spock continues to stare into his eyes. In Spock’s dark eyes, Jim swears he sees the reflection of the fireworks over the city.

    “You’re missing the show,” he murmurs.”

    “What I am looking at is far more beautiful than the fireworks.”

    “Oh, now you’re trying to get me into bed with you.”

    Spock nods which just makes Jim’s smile widen.

    He turns to gaze at the explosion of blue, red, yellow, pink. It’s beautiful over the ocean. And weirdly he feels closer to Spock in that moment than he had ever felt before. He is aware Spock continues to watch him. It’s exhilarating to have the Vulcan’s riveted attention.

    Jim looks at Spock again, lowering his lashes flirtatiously.

    “I’m at your mercy,” he says, softly.

    Spock puts a hand, just his fingers, really, on Jim’s jaw, tilting his face upward for Spock’s kiss. Jim has heard Vulcans kiss with their hands, but Spock kisses this way and each time it’s like the renewal of life.   

    “Come, a bed awaits us.”

    Jim spares a last glance at the fireworks display and allows himself to be led inside. It will be their first time and the anticipation nearly has him undone.

    Spock glances around the room. “What is Christmas in July?”

    Jim laughs,, tugs him toward the bedroom. “I’ll tell you later.”

  • Christmas in July, Post 1

    As requested. this involves the characters from my Trading Places fic.

    If you will recall, it inspired three pieces of fan art too

    Fan Art 1

    Fan Art 2

    Fan Art 3

    Hope you enjoy this holiday look at Tiberius, Zachary, Jim and Spock

    “I’m bored.”

    Zachary did not look up from the task he was attending to that afternoon.

    “You are always bored, Tiberius” he replied.

    Tiberius lounged naked on their bed. He rested on his back and stared at the ceiling while he threw a small rubber ball into the air to then catch it repeatedly.

    Less than an hour ago, Zachary spent a great deal of time making sure Tiberius was not bored. But that time had come again, and Zachary actually had work to do assigned to him by the King of Woldron, Tiberius’ father.

    “Well…amuse me.”

    Zachary snorted. “I think not. Go find something to do. Preferably with clothes on.”

    “You’re no fun.” His prince’s tone was petulant.

    “That is not the tune you were singing a short time ago,” he said wryly.

    Tiberius sat up. “How long do think the talents of your magic cock last?”

    Zachary shook his head. He chose not to answer that one.

    Tiberius got out of bed then, but to Zachary’s annoyance, he came to stand behind Zachary, and then, lean on his shoulders to see what he was doing.

    “Do you mind?”

    “Only a little.” Tiberius smirked, kissed Zachary’s neck, and then dramatically took himself off to get dressed.

    “Oh, and my darling prince, do try to stay out of trouble.”

    A door slammed and Zachary sighed.

    ****

    Jim Kirk looked at his terminal with a frown. “Lieutenant, did you say the transmission is from Woldron?”

    “Yes, Captain. It does not appear to be a distress signal,” Uhura replied. “Should I tell them you aren’t available?”

    “Yes,” Spock said coolly from beside him.

    Jim gave him a look. “No, Uhura. Patch it through.”

    “I do not like the royal family of Woldron.” Spock sniffed.

    “Didn’t you almost sleep with Tiberius?”

    “I did no such thing.”

    “Shh.”

    Prince Tiberius himself appeared on Jim’s screen. He was dressed all in frilly satin and his bejeweled crown was askew on his head. He held a golden goblet. Really, he looked quite ridiculous.

    “To what do we owe this…uh…honor, Tibby?”    

    The prince rolled his eyes. “No one calls me that.”

    Jim grinned. “I know.”

    Tiberius replied, “I’m bored.”

    “So?”

    “My husband suggested I find something to do, so…”

    “Well, his husband suggests you look elsewhere for entertainment. The captain is busy commanding a starship.”

    Tiberius chuckled and then waved. “Hi there, Spock. Long time no see.”

    Spock stared stonily at him.

    “My my. He’s gotten stuffier over the years, hasn’t he?”

    “Well…” Jim looked at Spock. “Why don’t you go, uh, sit over there, Spock?”

    “I am fine where I am, Captain.”

    Tiberius took a drink and then said, “What’s that tree with lights behind you?”

    “A Christmas tree,” Jim replied. “It’s the Christmas season.”

    “Christmas? Woldron doesn’t do Christmas.” Tiberius leaned forward eagerly. “Is it fun?”

    “Well, sure. You sing carols and have presents and drink peppermint mochas and…”

    “Hmm. I would like to try it. Perhaps we should switch again?”

    “Over my dead body,” Spock snapped. “Fortunately, the Enterprise is not near enough to your location for such nonsense to take place.”

    Tiberius pouted. Jim decided then and there he would never pout again. The prince looked like a spoiled child. Well, he was. Spoiled anyway.

    “You used to be a little fun,” the prince said with a sigh. “Still think I’d make a great Starship captain.”

    “You make a fine prince, Your Highness,” Spock said, a little more kindly. “Your planet and your husband are indeed lucky to have you.”

    “You think so?”

    “I do. And we are even more lucky Woldron is so far away. Goodbye, Your Highness.”

    Jim laughed as Spock disconnected the transmission. “Where were we?”

    “I believe you were about to kiss me under the plant fungus.”

    “Mistletoe, Spock. Sheesh.” But he pulled Spock down into his lap, held the mistletoe over their heads and laid one on.

    ****

    Zachary had been called away by King George, but when he returned to the chambers he shared with Tiberius, he could smell…cookies? He thought they were cookies. Some sort of spiced cookies. And then he heard music.

    “Hark the Herald, Angels Sing…”

    And Tiberius was singling along at the top of his lungs.

    Zachary pushed open the doors.

    He was greeted by Tiberius, dressed from head to toe in green and red ribbons, one even discreetly covering his cock. His face sparkled as though it was covered in glitter. In the corner of their bedroom was a giant Earth pine tree decorated with ornaments and garlands. He’d seen pictures of this sort of thing. There was a…

    “Tiberius…is that a reindeer?”

    Tiberius looked at the animal feeding in another corner of the room. “Yes. Otherwise known as a Caribou, I guess. It’s Christmas!!!”

    “That is a live creature. How did you…?”

    “Magic, of course. Merry Christmas!”

    “We do not celebrate Christmas.”

    “We do now.” Tiberius threw his arms around Zachary. “Come on. Unwrap me, I’m your present.”

    Zachary smiled and kissed him. “You are indeed my most precious gift.”  

  • Flash Fic, June 30, 2021

    A little OMS to finish off the month, and a much happier ending for them.

    It was getting late and Spock realized that Jim had still not come inside the farmhouse from “tinkering” in the garden all day.

    Spock had dinner simmering on the stove, so he turned it down, and went outside to locate his mate.

    Jim looked up from his spot on the ground of his garden when Spock approached. He smiled faintly. “Hi, sweetheart. Time to come in?”

    “It is. You have been out here for several hours. You likely got a sunburn.”

    Jim laughed. “I hear your disapproval there. Okay. Help me up.”

    Spock reached down and tugged Jim to his feet. He noted the sweat on his mate’s brow.

    “Come, I have your dinner ready as well.”

    “You take good care of me.”

    Spock nodded. “Someone has to.”

    His mate laughed again and followed Spock into the house. “I’m a bit sore, I admit. And I do feel like I got too much sun.”

    “Go and shower and I will have your dinner ready then for you when you come back down.”

    “I’m starved.” Jim kissed him chastely. He patted his plump stomach. “Well, not really. I’m getting pretty chubby.”

    “You look good to me.”

    “That’s why I love you.” Jim chuckled. “Well not only.”

    Spock smiled slightly as he watched Jim go up the stairs. He turned to the stove to see to the dinner when he noticed Jim had a message on his PADD asking him to attend the christening of the newest Enterprise. Spock frowned. He did not like this idea. He picked up Jim’s PADD and noticed Jim had responded.

    “No, thank you. I think I’m going to skip it. I’m satisfied with my retirement with my husband, Spock. But I wish the new captain and his crew a good journey.”

    Spock nodded, satisfied. And strangely, relieved.

  • Flash Fic June 28, 2021

    And the conclusion…

    In the morning, Spock approached Jim’s biobed cautiously. He still slept and the doctor had told Spock he’d had a restless night.

    So had Spock.

    Nyota had broached the subject as to whether Jim would ever recall his relationship with Spock and how the memory loss might be more permanent than McCoy suggested.  She had apologized afterward, but the idea had taken root in Spock’s mind.

    At McCoy’s recommendation Spock had blocked their bond, but it felt uncomfortable to do so.

    Spock was about to turn away when he heard Jim moan softly. He crept closer instead.

    After a few seconds, the lids of Jim’s eyes lifted to reveal blue.

    “Spock?” Jim croaked.

    “How do you feel?” Spock asked cautiously. He did not want to hope too much.

    “Weak. What-what happened?”

    “You were injured during the mission to Alta Five.”

    Jim blinked. “Can’t feel you.”

    “Jim?”

    “Are you shielding?”

    Spock’s heart raced in his side. “Then…you remember we are bonded?”

    Jim frowned. “Of course. Spock—”

    Spock bent down and kissed Jim passionately, unshielding as he did so.

    Jim smiled when Spock pulled back. “That’s better.”

    “Much.” Spock definitely agreed.

    “You’d better tell me what’s been happening.”

    Spock held his hand. It was warm and the best feeling in the world to Spock, as their palms rested against each other.

    “I will, ashayam. But first, let me get McCoy.”

    “Hungry!” Jim called after him.

    Spock smiled.

  • Flash Fic, June 25, 2021

    “Do you understand what I’m telling you, Spock?”

    “Yes, Doctor. Jim does not recall that we are together.”

    McCoy nodded. “Yep. I’m sorry. I think he’s going to come out of the amnesia but it could take a bit of time.”

    “Can I still go and see him?”

    “Sure. But don’t expect a loving, romantic reunion, is all I’m saying.”

    Spock arched a brow. “I won’t be long.”

    McCoy patted his arm. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

    Spock entered the area containing Jim’s biobed. He had his eyes closed and still looked pale to Spock. He opened his eyes when Spock approached.

    “Hi,” Jim said softly.

    “Captain.”

    “Bones said, um, that you and I are…”

    “Yes.”

    Jim shook his head. “Strange.”

    “And why is that?”

    “We once hated each other.”

    “I never hated you. But even still, that was a long time ago. Even prior to our relationship we had become friends,” Spock gently reminded him.

    “Yeah. I know. Just…I don’t know what I’m trying to say. Sorry.”

    “You owe no apology,” Spock told him. “Please rest. I will come again later.”

    Spock turned away in disappointment even as Jim went back to closing his eyes. It was temporary, he tried to remind himself. Surely it was so.

    to be continued

  • Flash Fic, June 23, 2021

    “What’s the last thing you remember?”

    Jim shook his head. “Uh. I dunno. Waking up here in medbay, I guess.”

    Bones frowned. “And nothing at all about the mission or the landing party?”

    “No.”

    “Well. You did get conked on the head. It’s probably temporary.”

    “Probably?”

    Bones smiled slightly. “Most likely. I’m keeping you overnight and then I can release you to your quarters under supervision and observation of Spock.”

    Jim paused. Then asked, slowly, “Spock?”

    “Yes. He’s waiting to see you.”

    “Why?”

    “Oh likely because he’s worried sick.”

    “Doesn’t want to take over captain duties?” Jim asked, puzzled.

    “Jim, what do you remember about who Spock is?”

    “First officer.”

    “And that’s it?”

    Jim thought. “Science officer. Vulcan and Human.” Jim smiled. Shook his head. “Pain in the ass.”

    He could see Bones’ face change and definitely not in a good way.

    “What?” Jim asked.

    “Spock is…your husband, Jim.”

    “My what?” Jim laughed. “Spock? Oh come on, Bones. Pull the other one. He’s with Uhura.”

    “No, not for a long time. You and Spock got married and bonded last year.”

    “That’s crazy.”

    “I thought so, but it’s true,” Bones said wryly. “You’d better rest, Jim. I think I better go have a word with Spock.”

    Jim shook his head as Bones walked away. Him and Spock? Maybe it was Bones who got conked in the head. But, now that he thought about it, he was feeling pretty sleepy. He closed his eyes.

    to be continued

  • Flash Fic, June 21, 2021

    “I heard somebody was grumpy.”

    Spock looked over the rim of his teacup. Jim stood at the foot of biobed, smiling gently at Spock.

    “I am not.”

    He held out his hand for Jim to come to him and Jim came, quite willingly. He grabbed hold of Spock’s hand, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss Spock softly on the lips.

    “How are you feeling, honey?”

    “Remarkable well, considering,” Spock replied. “You are well?”

    “Not a scratch on me. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke. I was on the bridge.”

    “Yes. And I know you do not…”

    “I hate that part, yeah.” Jim squeezed Spock’s hand. “I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

    “Your history with domestic violence,” Spock said with a nod. “It is not the same, ashayam.”

    “I know. I do. But I’d still rather not. Anyway, you have to stop playing the hero.”

    “I was not playing the hero,” Spock insisted.

    “Hmm. I may have been a little harsh with Ensign Mayo just the same.”

    “When can I get out of the medbay?”

    “I’ll have to check with Bones but I’m sure you aren’t ready.”

    “I am sure that I am.”

    Jim laughed. “We’ll see.” He kissed Spock again.

    “Captain to the bridge.” Sulu’s voice,

    Jim sighed. “Duty calls.” He rose and gave Spock’s hand once last squeeze. “I’ll check with Bones and come by later. Love you.”

    “I love you also.”

    Jim gave him one last kiss and then left Spock alone. Spock sighed. Maybe he was a little grumpy.