Happy Happy Happy Birthday JJ
For this I used three elements of suggestions, the Lines “You realize that’s not a good thing, right?” and “You look really good in that jacket” as well as the idea of Jim impressing Professor Spock. Plus Academy Fic, because I love them, so…JJ gets them too! I know it’s not Pinto, but I hope you like it anyway!
And NOW including artwork!
“You realize that’s not a good thing, right?”
Jim eyed his friend from the kitchen where he was
cooking, already rethinking the wisdom of including Bones in the invitation to
dinner. His friend had been even more irritable than usual. Jim figured it was because
he’d recently had a break up with a nurse he’d been seeing. Bones wouldn’t talk
about the reason, and Jim guessed that probably meant she’d done the dumping.
But the thing was Jim was really trying to impress the
other one he invited and a grousing, complaining Bones was going to put a
damper on it PDQ.
“What’s not a good thing?” Jim made himself ask.
“Never mind,” Bones grumbled. He clutched the glass of
wine Jim had poured him and scowled. “When’s he get here anyway?”
“I told him six.”
“You told me five-thirty.”
“I wanted you to be here first.” Jim had thought it would be a good idea at the time, but now he couldn’t remember why. Maybe because today was his birthday and if he didn’t show then–
“Is this supposed to be a date?” Bones demanded.
Jim gaped at him. “Between me and you?”
“No. Between you and whatshisname.”
“Well.”
Bones narrowed his eyes. “Jim, what the hell am I doing
here?”
“I just thought…with you being kind of depressed lately—”
“I am not depressed.”
“I thought social interaction might be good for you.”
“On your date with…” Bones set his mostly untouched wine
on the counter and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Wouldn’t this be the first
one?”
“Yeah, kind of.”
“Jim, you don’t invite a third to your date unless he is a third.”
“Gross.”
“You’re clueless when it comes to romance, aren’t you?
You’re usually only about the sex and don’t care about anything else. This one’s
different.”
“Well.” Jim rubbed the back of his neck. “What if he is?”
Bones rolled his eyes and sighed. Then he headed for the
apartment door.
“Where are you going?”
“To save you from yourself. Have a good night, Jim. I
really mean that.” Bones opened the door to Spock standing there.
Spock held a small batch of carnations, which he lowered
when he faced Bones. He stared at Bones. “Doctor.”
“Professor.” Bones pushed past him and continued on down
the hallway.
“Spock, hi.” Jim came forward. “Come in.” He moistened his
lips. “Were, um, were those for me?”
Spock blinked and looked at the carnations and stepped
inside. Instead of answering Jim, he said, “Why was the doctor here?”
“Oh. Well. Um. I had invited him for dinner, too, but he
decided not to stay.”
Spock stared at Jim in silence for so long that Jim was
sure one of them was about to explode and oddly enough Jim thought maybe it was
Spock.
“I…am afraid that I have been under a mistaken impression,
Jim.”
“About what?”
“I believed that your invitation to dinner was intended
as a date. I apologize for my misinterpretation of your interest.”
Jim’s heart felt like it had sunk into his stomach. “What?
No. I mean, yes. I mean, it was. It is.”
“Then I believe I am confused.”
He blew out a breath. “Two things. I did mean it as a
date. But then Bones, see, he was seeing someone, but I think she dumped him,
because he’s been really grouchy—”
“I was under the impression that was his constant
nature.”
Jim laughed. “Yeah. Point. But grouchier than usual. And I thought maybe he shouldn’t be alone, in the state he was in, and then, I guess, I’m also crazy nervous about having you over, because also, today is my birthday, and it’s never a really good day, and I really want it to be, and trying to impress you and—”
“That is three things.”
He laughed again. “Yeah. So I invited him. But he
guessed it was a bad idea right before you arrived and that’s why he was leaving.
And it was. A bad idea. Because I really wanted…”
Spock shut him up with a kiss.
And it was a kiss that went on for a long time, yet not
long enough, and when they came up for air, Jim was clutching on to Spock.
“You look really good in that jacket,” Jim said dreamily.
“And you look really good.” Spock stared deep into his eyes. “Is it really your birthday?”
“Yeah. Yeah it is. And maybe it’s not going to suck.” Jim kissed him again for that and then eyed the carnations. “How’d you know those are my favorite?”
“You mentioned them once. I recalled it.”
“You’re just so sweet, I can hardly stand it.”
Spock wrinkled his nose. “Do I smell something burning?”
Jim bugged out his eyes. “Damn! Shit.” He turned and dashed
into the kitchen to turn off the fire on the stove. Spock was right behind him.
“It’s…burned.”
Spock eyed the mess. “Those are Vulcan dishes.”
He sighed. “Stupid me. I was trying to impress you.”
Spock tugged him close. “Believe me, Jim. I am
impressed.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
“This is a one bedroom apartment?”
“Sure. Why?”
“I would like to see your bedroom now.”
Jim frowned. “See my bedroom?”
Spock arched a brow.
“Ohhhhh. Yeah. Yeah. Um. What about dinner?”
“I am not hungry for food.”
Jim licked his lips and pulled Spock toward his bedroom. “Let the tour begin and end with the bedroom then.”
And perhaps it would be a very happy birthday after all.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 