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Christmas in July, Post 3

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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.”

July 7, 2021

Christmas in July, Post 2

Several years ago now, I wrote a Pinto short Christmas fic where Chris was sick and Zach was making cookies. I have long since deleted and lost that fic. I decided to recreate it somewhat though in a lot of ways this is tremendously different. This is for J who wanted modern Pinto.

At the time Zach invited Chris to his cabin in Aspen, Colorado for the week before Christmas, it had seemed like a good idea.

Honestly, Zach had no reason to be in either New York or LA for the holidays. He wanted to go somewhere cold and snowy and away from everything he knew at home.

Chris had explained his parents had decided to take a cruise for the holidays. His sister had a new man in her life she wanted to be with. And Chris’s girlfriend would be working in another country over the weeks prior to Christmas.

So when Zach learned Chris had nothing particular to do, he’d invited him.

But Chris had arrived with a seriously bad head cold. Stuffy red nose. Earache. Cough. The whole thing. Not exactly what Zach had in mind, though he wasn’t sure what he’d had in mind anyway.

Still, he decided to make the best of it.

“What made you decide to get a cabin in Aspen anyway?” Chris asked.

“I wanted a white Christmas.”

“It snows in New York. You’ve been there a few months now.”

“No guarantee it will. Not in the city. And I wanted some place that wasn’t New York or California.” Or Ohio where his mother had passed or Pennsylvania and all its complications. He shrugged. “Mom’s gone. Joe’s busy. I’m currently, uh, obligation free, so I booked Aspen.”

Calling this place a cabin was a bit too cute if you asked Zach. The place was a damn mansion. He thought the rental agent he booked with said it had like twenty bedrooms or something. Whatever.

He’d been allowed to set up his own tree and decorations, so he’d bought a bunch of stuff to do just that when he arrived in Colorado. Zach did not ski, so that hadn’t been his purpose. He really just wanted a peaceful place to celebrate life he guessed and having Chris there with him had been…nice.

Their relationship had changed a lot since Chris got his current girlfriend and Zach didn’t care for those changes, but it was what it was. He’d been glad Chris had accepted even still.

But the cold…

“You should lie on the couch there and rest, Pine. I’m going to do a little festive baking.”

Chris arched his all too sexy bushy brows. Zach loved those brows. “Festive baking? You?”

“I’ve been watching the Food Network. Lie down. I’ll get you a blanket.” He smirked. “I know you like to be cozy.”

Chris bit his lip and looked at the big plush couch. “I-I do like to be cozy.”

“Then do as you’re told.”

And just like that Zach got aroused by his own words. Dumb, Zach, he thought. He turned away.

“I’ll just go get that blanket.”

When he returned with one of those big, fluffy velvety soft blankets, Chris had laid himself out on the couch, a cushion under his head as a pillow. Zach eyed his bare feet as he placed the blanket over him.

“I know you have a think about socks, but don’t you think under these circumstances you should wear them?”

“Well.” Chris moistened his lips. He looked very cuddly. “I did bring some socks with me if you wanna bring me my bag.”

He rolled his eyes. “Now, I’m your servant.”

But he didn’t really mind. He fetched the small suitcase and brought it to Chris. Chris sat up to sort through it and then, with a sort of flushed look to his skin, thrust his socks at Zach. Zach now supposed he was supposed to actually put them on Chris’s feet for him.

He frowned looking at the socks. “Santa Claus?”

“It’s the holidays, right? You said we were celebrating, so I picked those up.”

He laughed then. “You are too cute, Pine. Fine then, give me those giant feet of yours.”

“I have dainty feet.”

“Dainty feet.” He shook his head. He bent over Chris’ feet and pulled the socks onto them. The beard on Santa’s face was a sort of fuzzy white fur.

“Thanks,” Chris mumbled.

“I’ll go make you some tea and then I’ll get to baking. I just hope I don’t have to tear the kitchen asunder to find what I need.”

Chris’s eyes widened. “Asunder. That’s a great word.”

“Glad you like it. Now rest so that you don’t ruin the whole week here.”

Zach went into the kitchen and made Chris a cup of the tea he had purchased at store. It was called Gingerbread, so he figured that was appropriate. He made himself a cup too. He wasn’t that into tea, but he wasn’t against it either.

Chris smiled when he brought the cups into the living room. “I feel better already.”

“Me too.” Zach took a chair next to the couch to admire his sick guest. He sipped the tea. He had added milk and sugar like they were British. It tasted good, though. “You want to listen to some tunes while I bake?”

“That sounds good.”

So after a bit, Zach handed Chris the remote for the stereo and returned to the kitchen. After a while he realized what Chris was listening to. Bryan Adams’ Run to You.

She’s got a heart of gold, she’d never let me down
But you’re the one that always turns me on
You keep me comin’ ’round
I know her love is true
But it’s so damn easy makin’ love to you

Zach was shaking. His mouth dry. Why had Chris picked that song of all songs to listen to? The lyrics…

He put the baking sheet down on the counter and went back to the living room.

“I was, you know, thinking of Christmas tunes,” Zach told him.

“Oh.” Chris nodded. “Right.” He pressed a button on the stereo and Perry Como started crooning, “It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year”.

Zach walked back over to the chair next to the couch. “You okay, Christopher?”

“I have a cold, Zachary.”

“I mean, other than that.”

“Other than.” Chris nodded. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this week in Aspen.”

“Me too. What have you been thinking?”

“It’s been…” Chris cleared his throat. “It’s been kind of a while since…”

“It has, yes.”

Chris licked his lips. “So. Yeah. That’s what I’ve been thinking.”

“You have a cold, Pine.”

“Just a cold. I don’t feel that bad.”

He snorted then. Got back up. Went over to Chris and kissed his forehead. “You have a fever. Go to sleep. We’ll see what tomorrow brings.”

He headed back into the kitchen to make cookies. Now it was Garland singing, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

Maybe. Perhaps maybe. There was a better chance of that then he’d thought. Zach would see.

He hummed along and got to baking.

July 5, 2021

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.”

July 4, 2021

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.”

July 2, 2021

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.

June 30, 2021

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.

June 28, 2021

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

June 25, 2021

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

June 23, 2021

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