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Flash Fic, June 07, 2021

“Sometimes I feel invisible.”

Spock looked at his companion in surprise. They were walking side by side on their way to a student meet for Starfleet Academy cadets.

“I do not understand.”

Jim Kirk, sandy hair and bright blue eyes, gave him a sideways glance. “What do you mean?”

“You are the least invisible person I know.”

Jim frowned. “What does that even mean, Spock?”

Spock shook his head. “Everyone notices you, Jim. Everywhere we go, you are the first person anyone speaks to or looks at no matter who else is with you. I do not understand how you can believe yourself to be invisible.”

“Well. I mean, I guess they see the outside of me well enough, but they never go beyond the surface to see what’s going on with me. It’s all…shallow.”

Spock considered this. “Do you feel that is true of me?”

Jim stopped then, on the edge of the campus. Rather near the exit of the Academy though not that far from the Biology Building where the student meet was.

“Clarify.” Jim had a slight smile on his face as he used Spock’s own term against him.

“I believe that I see well below your outside appearance to what makes you who you are, but I wonder what your perception is.”

Jim’s smile widened and to Spock’s pleased surprise, Jim slid his hand toward Spock’s and touched his index and middle fingers to Spock’s,

“I know you see me, Spock.” He paused. “I see you too.”

As the warmth where their fingers still touched infused Spock’s entire being, he inclined his head.

“Are you quite certain we have to attend the student meet?”

Jim grinned. “I’m quite certain we don’t.”

“Really?” Spock asked, doubtfully. “We did say we would meet up with friends.”

“They’ll understand. Besides, I want us to see each other a little closer still.”

Knowing by that slight smirk what Jim referred to, Spock allowed himself to consider the possibilities.

“We could be late.”

Jim’s eyes danced. “We could be very late.”

June 7, 2021

Flash Fic, June 04, 2021

“Where’s your bestie?”

Jim eyed Bones over the rim of his tropical drink glass. The little umbrella did hide part of Bones’ face, which Jim was sorta grateful for.

“We had a fight.”

“A fight? You and Spock?”

“Yep.”

“Over what?”

Jim sighed. Mumbled.

“What? It sounded like you said…over who’s taller.”

He shrugged.

“Lord, you have corn for brains. Where is Spock now?”

“Back on the ship, I guess.”

“You’re going to let a stupid fight ruin your shore leave?”

“Nope. You can see I’m whooping it up,” Jim said sarcastically. “When I’m done here, I’m gonna find someone to party with.”

Bones sighed. “Well, it’s your funeral. I’ve got plans so I’ll see you later.”

Jim waved.

He had just finished his drink when the chair across from him was suddenly occupied.

“I am taller.”

Jim’s lips twitched. “Okay, okay. But I’m bigger and I can prove—”

“Jim.”

“Well.” He grinned. “If you’d like to prove me wrong…”

Spock arched a brow.

“Back to the ship, Mister Spock?”

“Indeed.”

June 4, 2021

Flash Fic, June 02, 2021

Jim stood before the grave of his mother, buried next to his father in the Kirk family cemetery just slightly northeast of the Riverside farm. His grandparents were buried there too. Even Sam. His parents had arranged to have Sam’s remains from Deneva returned to Earth. Jim hadn’t been there for that. Or for his father. But he was here now, after the service.

Beside him stood Spock. Bones had offered to come too, but, when Jim decided to go to the graveside after it was all over, Jim had assured Bones he was all right to go by himself. Spock had followed him anyway.

“I guess if you believe in that sort of thing, they’re reunited somewhere.”

“Is that what they would have wanted?” Spock asked.

Jim shook his head. “I honestly don’t know. They didn’t always have the best marriage. They were separated for years when I was a kid.”

“Oh?” Spock seemed surprised by this.

“Dad was a simple guy. He was content to spend his days working the farm, but Mom wasn’t. That wasn’t the life she saw herself living. So one year, behind his back I guess, she applied for a scientist’s job on another planet.” He smiled grimly. “Tarsus IV. I don’t know if she thought he’d go with her or didn’t care, but of course Dad didn’t. She came back once for my birthday. After that, she stayed away. Me and Sam stayed with Dad until one year he sent me to stay with her. That’s how I met the Leightons.”

Spock just listened to Jim, as he mostly did, without comment. That was fine.

“They were doctors. I never understood why Kodos executed them. Or how he picked any of those that he did. Mom and I were spared. Thomas too. Anyway, eventually, we moved back to Earth and the farmhouse, and I guess things improved with Dad. But I’m not sure they were ever…completely happy.”

His first officer moved closer to him. Jim wondered if Spock even knew he had. He’d thought that he could handle this by himself, that it was preferred really, but somehow having Spock by his side helped. And felt right in a way it wouldn’t have with anyone else.

He turned to Spock with a slight smile. “Well, Mister Spock, ready to depart?”

“When you are, Captain.”

Jim looked back once more at his parents resting place. Then back to Spock. He leaned close and kissed Spock softly, then pulled back to get his bearings.

Spock offered his arm to Jim’s surprise. He took it and they walked together away from the cemetery and Riverside.

June 2, 2021

Flash Fic, May 28, 2021

Jim + Spock

“Oh. My. God.”

Jim Kirk looked up from the pad of paper he’d been scribbling on to the wide-eyed incredulous stare of Leonard “Bones” McCoy .

“What?”

“I thought you were actually taking notes during that lecture only to find out you’re writing that crap instead.”

Jim snorted. “Notes? You have to be kidding.”

“I don’t know, Jim. I thought maybe we came here to attend this conference to learn something. Silly me. You’re acting like a lovestruck school—”

“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” He leaned back in his chair. “It’s not that I don’t want to learn, Bones, but on this particular subject—”

“Hush.”

Just then the lecturer approached their table. The man, Abraham Waller, hurried over to Jim.

“Captain Kirk! What a pleasure.”

“Hello, Abraham. It’s great to see you. And please, it’s Jim.”

“Jim.” He glanced at Bones. “You must be Doctor McCoy. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Bones, looking unusually uncertain for him, shook Abraham’s hand. “Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Great lecture and subject.”

“Thank you, but of course Jim’s responsible for the course material and all that I spoke of.”

Bones stared at Jim, mouth hanging open. He closed it. “Of course.”

“Jim, if you’re available this evening, my wife and I would love to meet you for dinner.”

“That would be great. Contact me later with the information and we’ll set something up.” Jim smiled.

“I will. Nice to meet you again, Doctor.”

Bones gave him a look. “You could have told me, you know.”

Jim shrugged. “And missed that shocked look on your face?”

“What could you have told the doctor?”

“Oh, hey, Spock.”

“Jim here pretty much wrote our last lecture.”

Spock nodded. “I am aware.”

“Wait, you told Spock but—”

“Bones.”

Spock glanced down at Jim’s pad. “Jim + Spock? What does that mean, Captain?”

“It means that your captain is a school—”

Jim laughed. “Actually, Abraham Waller wants to have dinner, how about you be my plus one?”

“Very well, I accept.”

Bones grimaced. “Just like that?”

“Just like what, Doctor?”

Bones sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jim just asked you out on a date, your first date, and you agreed without so much as a by your leave.”

Spock stared at him. “As a matter of fact I have gone on several dates with the captain.”

“Dates?” Bones asked, incredulous.

“Correct.”

“Dates like to dinner.”

“We often dine in the mess together.”

Bones chuckled. “That doesn’t count. That’s a group thing. Movies, romantic dinners, long walks, that kind of thing. That’s a date, Spock. Not chess or eating in the mess.”

Spock seemed to consider this. “I see. That is the only definition of dates with regard to the captain?”

Jim smirked as Bones seemed quite satisfied with the entire thing.

“Well, was there something else you consider a date, Spock?” Bones asked, grinning.

Spock shrugged. “So, the numerous occasions we engaged in sexual intercourse do not, in fact, count?”

Bones choked. “What?”

Jim rose. “You should have minded your own business, Bones. Come on, Spock. Let’s get ready for our first date according to Bones.”

May 28, 2021

Flash Fic, May 27, 2021

Even before he spoke, Jim knew who had found him outside on a raised deck that overlooked the sea and the Golden Gate Bridge. Jim supposed it could have been Bones, but no. Bones seemed to know instinctively when it was best to leave his friend alone.

Whereas…

“Hi, Spock.”

“You have left your own celebration.”

It sounded vaguely accusatory though Jim doubted Spock meant it that way.

“Needed some air.” Jim smiled faintly. “It’s a beautiful night and you can see a lot of stars.”

Spock watched Jim instead of the stars. Or at least Jim felt Spock’s gaze on his face.

“You are unhappy with the outcome.”

“Well.” Jim shrugged.

“Most Starfleet officers would be eager for promotion.”

“I’m not most. You know that by now.”

Spock didn’t say anything to that, but he did move his gaze to the stars. “It coincides with your birthday.”

“Yep and that’s another punch in the gut,” Jim said with a laugh.

“I recall another birthday I was there for the celebration.”

Jim nodded. “Back on Yorktown. Yeah. A lot has changed since then.”

Spock and Uhura were no longer together. Chekov had died. Jaylah was the Enterprise’s navigator now, and her captain…well, it wasn’t Jim anymore. Not now.

Everything had changed and nothing had changed.

“See that star? The really bright one?”

“Indeed.”

“I was thinking of making a wish.”

“A wish, Admiral?”

Jim winced at that. “Don’t call me that, Spock. It’s Jim.”

“Very well, Jim.”

“There’s an ancient Earth song.” Jim sang, “When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, anything your heart desires, will come to you.”

“You have an unexpectedly pleasant voice.”

Jim laughed. “Okay, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Do you wish often on stars, Jim?”

“I haven’t in years. But I once did.”

“What did you wish for?”

Jim sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. He didn’t really know how it had happened but somehow the two of them had positioned themselves as they spoke so that they stood almost impossibly close. He ought to move, he guessed, but he didn’t.

“When I was a small boy, I wished that my dad would be alive. After that, when I was a bit older, I wished my mom would come home. Then I wished Frank would disappear. I wished I wasn’t hun…a bunch of things. But I stopped when I was a teenager because nothing I ever wished for came true. It’s been years since I even bothered.”

He felt Spock’s gaze again, unwavering.

“Why now then?”

“Desperation?” He laughed, but it was self-mocking. “Wanting something so much and knowing you’ll never ever have it no matter what the song says.”

“And what are you wishing for tonight, Jim?”

Jim met Spock’s unreadable gaze. “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell you.”

“Why not?”

The corner of Jim’s mouth tugged upward against his will. “Wishing etiquette?”

Spock arched a brow. “If your wishes do not come true what harm is there in telling me?”

“What harm indeed.”

“Jim?”

He sighed then, put his hand on Spock’s jaw and saw the widening of Spock’s dark eyes. The recognition there.

“Anyone ever tell you that you ask too many questions, Spock?”

Jim kissed him. There was a moment where he felt Spock’s surprise through the touch of their lips. And just when Jim wondered if Spock would pull away, Spock put a hand on Jim’s waist.

Fate is kind.

She brings to those who love

The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing.

May 27, 2021

Flash Fic, May 26, 2021

A bit of silliness from The Original Series, OMS

The first one Spock allowed into their house, Jim hadn’t care that much. He’d known Spock liked them, though he would never admit it outright. Every time they had come across one, Spock ended up holding and petting them.

Once after they’d first married, Jim had suggested Spock adopt one. Their duties, though reduced, seemed to preclude that, so Spock had declined.

After Spock’s memories returned, after all the disaster of Khan and Genesis, Jim had brought it up again, but Spock had once more said no.

Therefore, Jim was mildly surprised when they retired to Riverside when one day Spock came into he house carrying a fluffy gray cat.

“That’s a cat,” Jim said, obviously.

“Indeed.”

“Well. Where did it come from?”

“I do not know the origins of these particular feline, but when I was out in the barn, she walked in.” Spock shrugged. “I believe it was her intent to adopt us.”

“Adopt us? Spock, she likely belongs to someone.”

But they checked and no one claimed her but Spock. Or as Spock had insisted, she claimed them.

The second one came home with Spock one day when he’d been at the store. Jim waited for his husband to say that the cat had followed him home, but Spock merely said that he saw the stray and picked him up.

The third and fourth were twin kittens Spock arrived home with some months later. By then, Jim had decided not to ask Spock where he got them. They made Spock happy and that was good enough for him. If they were, a bit, underfoot at times, well.

The fifth came one year right around Spock’s birthday and when Jim opened his mouth to protest, Spock coyly advised that this one was Jim’s birthday present to Spock. Since Jim had, in fact, forgotten Spock’s birthday, he closed his mouth.

There was a time or two when Jim broached the subject of a dog, but Spock pointed out that the cats probably would not welcome such a companion. Jim gave up that idea.

The moment he noticed a sixth cat, he counted them twice, Jim finally put his foot down.

“Spock, baby, you know I love you.”

“Yes, Jim.”

Jim smiled. “But maybe. Perhaps, a half a dozen cats is our limit.”

Spock pursed his lips. “Yes, perhaps.”

“I mean I know you have a particular fondness for—”

“Not over any particular creature, Jim,” Spock insisted.

“Er, right. Anyway, this should make our home quite full now.” He smiled again.

“However.”

Jim raised both brows. “However?”

Spock shifted awkwardly. “I was thinking that eight might be a more suitable number.”

Jim felt a headache building behind his eyes. “Eight, Mister Spock?”

Spock shrugged slightly. “It is only that they have already been acquired and are due to be delivered tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Yes, and since it is our anniversary—”

Jim frowned, thinking about it. Was it? He couldn’t quite recall. It was possible. He sighed.

“Very well. Uh. Happy anniversary, Spock. But that has to be the last.”

“Of course, Jim. Of course.”

May 26, 2021

Cosmic Love, Part/Chapter 14

Probably not safe for work

Clothes were strewn about Jim’s dorm. They finally were lying on the little bed. Spock on Jim, kissing him breathless. Whatever experience neither of them had, Spock was a damn fine kisser.

And damn fine too. Before they’d gotten on the bed, Jim had snuck a look at Spock’s nude body. Maybe he was wrong, but Jim was pretty sure Spock was extremely well built.

Everywhere.

And perhaps that part being well built ought to scare him a bit but it didn’t.

Jim sucked in a gulpful of air when Spock paused long enough to allow it. When Spock resumed his mouth’s assault, Jim lowered his hand between their bodies and closed his fingers around Spock’s hardening shaft. Of course, Jim knew what one felt like, having one himself, but this seemed somehow different. Having his fist around someone else’s dick, and Spock’s for pity’s sake, well…Jim considered his mind blown.

Spock moaned and stopped kissing Jim long enough to say hoarsely, “I can blow something else should you desire.”

Mirth bubbled up inside him. “Oh, I desire all right. Wait, were you reading my mind?”

“I am a touch telepath,” Spock reminded him. He groaned loudly when Jim swiped his thumb over the head of Spock’s cock. “For someone who has not done that you remarkably talented.”

“Well.” And Jim was blushing. “I have one, you know, and have done some…practicing.”

Spock arched a brow. “Yes, I take your meaning. I cannot deny a bit of research myself.”

Jim grinned, pulled him down for another kiss, but this time Spock pulled away.

“If your desire is for me to work my mouth on that particular appendage of yours, we will need to cease kissing, so that I may move down there.”

This time Jim laughed out loud. “Oh, my gosh, you’re so cool. I never imagined sex would be so funny and fun at the same time.”

Spock shrugged, kissed Jim once more, and then began to crawl down Jim’s body, dislodging Jim’s fingers from his own dick as he did so.

Jim’s breaths shorted. This was real. Spock was about to—

“Ahhhhh.”

May 18, 2021

Song Fic Sneak Peek

I haven’t finished it yet but hope to soon. It’s an AU as you will probably be able to tell but I do see the AOS Spirk guys not TOS.

Anyway, I thought I’d share it here since I currently have nothing else to post here.

It’s based on the song, One More Night by Phil Collins.

Spock had a dilemma.

Unfortunately, he had found himself with this dilemma for some time and had found that he was not as much of a man of action as he should be. But the truth was he was in love with a Human and that Human was leaving Vulcan tomorrow.

For the past three months, Ensign James T Kirk of Starfleet, had been on Vulcan on a temporary assignment at the Earth Embassy in ShiKahr. Spock had become acquainted with him. They were, Spock considered, friends.

Spock realized nearly two weeks ago that Spock wished to be more than friends, but he had never taken the time to discuss this with…Jim.

Tomorrow Jim would return to Earth and Spock…would be left with regrets.

He only had one more night, and perhaps that was all he needed.

The problem, though, was he was hardly the only Vulcan who admired Jim. Spock had been aware that Jim had not lacked for company the three months he had been there. He’d gone on numerous dates, with Vulcans, and with other species that made their home on Vulcan. Though Spock did not have direct evidence, he was fairly certain that some of these dates involved certain levels of intimacy.

Intimacy with Jim that Spock had been unable to secure.

Spock had always been introverted. To his detriment. Jim was anything but. He was full of mirth, beauty, and enthusiasm even Vulcans found themselves unable to resist.

Spock looked down at his communication device. He could contact Jim and see if he was available to attend a social evening with Spock. They had, actually, gone out for tea and Vulcan food a time or two as friends. Perhaps he would be able to present his plans in that manner and Jim would agree.

He began to open the device but then abruptly closed it.

What if Jim was not alone?

This was entirely possible.

He might contact Jim, Jim would answer, and Spock could possibly hear someone in the background with Jim. Or Jim could simply say he had other plans. It was his last night after all.

Had Spock missed his chance? Jim was leaving. What kind of relationship could they have? Spock was supposed to start his second year at the Vulcan Science Academy next week.

“Spock?”

He turned to see his mother approach him in their home. He stood at the window overlooking her garden, unable, apparently, to do anything.

“Mother, I…”

“What is it, Spock?”

“I have developed feelings, most illogical feelings, for another and I have been unable to disclose their nature to the recipient.”

She stood beside him, looking out at the garden the same as him. “And you wish to?”

“I fear I have left it too long.”

“Why do you believe that?”

“He…departs Vulcan in the morning. Then he will likely be assigned to a starship.”

“Oh.” She nodded. “It is your friend, Jim Kirk.”

“Yes.”

“If you do not at least make the attempt, Spock, you will regret it. Always.” She sighed, shook her head. “When I met your father, I held back my feelings for a long time. I thought we would never suit, we had nothing in common. It turned out Sarek was doing the same. One day, when it was, I don’t know, nearly time for us to stop seeing each other, we both admitted to our attraction.” She smiled. “You are the result.”

“I have wasted so much time.” Spock sighed. “And I do not believe there will ever be a time he will feel the same.”

“Why, Spock? Surely, you know your worth.”

“I do not know. He has so many choices.”

“You won’t know what he chooses until you present yourself as one of those choices, Spock.”

May 11, 2021

Cosmic Love, Chapter 13, May 07, 2021

When I post this all at once on AO3 (if I do so we can all collect it if we want), I’ll probably play around with chapter placement, for now, this is the chapter numbers you get.

Spock kissed Jim for a long time. Holding him close. Arms around his waist. Just kissing. He wanted no pressure on either of them. Yes, he’d brought the necessary lubricant. And yes he wished for them to do whatever they felt like doing, but…on the other hand, he didn’t want to rush Jim. Or himself. They had time.

They made it over to Jim’s single bed. Fell on to it. Lips still connected. Arms still locked around each other. A fleeting thought was that they really needed bigger beds, both of them.

During a particularly heated kiss, Spock managed to knock Jim’s glasses askew, which caused a puff of a laugh to escape from Jim’s mouth to Spock’s and somehow it was like breathing the same air.

Spock removed the glasses and put them on a little side table by Jim’s bed. Now as he drew back and looked into those sapphire eyes, Spock thought they were like the most beautiful of jewels. He felt a bit foolish thinking this but he did anyway.

Jim licked his lips and Spock watched him. He watched Jim’s every move.

“Do you want to…do what we talked about or…like the-the full thing?”

Jim’s shy question filled Spock with so much warm affection and yes, lust, that it was almost too much for a Vulcan. He put his hand on Jim’s face. Everything about him, about this human, felt perfect, felt right.

“I want…everything with you.”

“Have you-you ever—?”

“I have no more experience than you, Jim, but…I have done research and I understand the logistics.”

Jim turned a bit pink, but his smile lit up his face. “Well…as long as you understand the logistics.”

“You are laughing at me.”

Jim shook his head, but his smile widened. “No. I mean, sure, but only a little. I, uh, too did some research. And I know how it works too.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “That is good.”

Jim returned to kissing him, and all amusement fled Spock’s mind, and his thoughts turned to what would happen next.

May 7, 2021

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