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March 05, 2021 Flash Fic

Spock approached the apartment building, glancing up at the windows of the fourth floor. He entered through the double automatic doors and then rode the lift up.

Perhaps it would be a waste of his time as Spock wasn’t even sure he was home.

He turned right on the floor and stepped up to number 402. He made a fist and knocked.

After a few seconds he heard footsteps approach. Spock straightened.

The door opened and one blue eye peered out.

“Cadet Kirk?”

Kirk opened the door wider and stared out at Spock. “Yeah.”

“I believe I have your PADD.”

March 04, 2021 Flash Fic

Some of these will definitely leave you with more questions than answers!

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“What are you doing out here?”

Spock glanced toward the side door of his house where Jim stood, hands on hips. The hot afternoon sun would be beating down on Spock’s head if he were not wearing a sun hat. Currently Spock was on his knees with his hands far down in the dirt of the plant bed in front of him.

“Jim! I was not expecting you until tomorrow.”

“I arrived early. Your dad said you were out here.” Jim wiped his brow. “It’s damn hot.”

“Go inside. I will be behind you in only a moment.”

March 03, 2021 Flash Fic

His first officer lay still as a corpse on the biobed and Jim was very much afraid of the reason for that. He wanted to see if Spock was cold to the touch, but didn’t want to get close enough to do so for fear he’d find out exactly why.

It made no sense.

But when did Jim ever make sense?

A hundred scenarios ran through his head as he watched Bones work on him. All the ways he could have told Spock exactly how he felt. Never had. And maybe now, never could.

“Bones?”

“He’s in a healing trance.”   

March 02, 2021 Flash Fic

“So…what do you think?”

He was anxious. Heart pounding. Palms sweaty.

“About what?”

Slowly he let out a breath, long and shaky.

“What-what I told you.”

And now he was regretting everything. It had been a mistake to share this. Why had he done that? No good ever came from sharing his feelings.

“Jim.”

He realized he was looking at the ground, dejected and ashamed.

“Jim.”

He lifted his gaze and stared into dark eyes that were surprisingly warm.

Spock lifted his hand to Jim’s, touching their palms together.

“I think…it is about time.”

March 01, 2021 Flash Fic

So for flashes this month, I’m going to do something a little different. The flashes for March will all be no more than 100 words. So, I will tell a little snippet of a tale in those 100 words or less. Here is today’s! (I used Archer’s quarters, simply because I liked his better than the teeny one in TOS…we never really see Jim’s in the AOS movies, except his closet and sink in Beyond).

Jim woke to gentle rubbing on his back and for a moment he just let the rubbing continue, eyes still closed.

“Jim, you are due on the bridge in thirty minutes.”

He groaned. “Just a few more.”

“You will be late,” came the murmur.

For a few second, Jim mulishly thought, ‘So what. I’m the captain. What will they do?’

He sighed then, opened his eyes, and turned to lie on his back to stare up at the ceiling. His heart rate picked up as he thought of all the ramifications.

“So, now we’re a thing?”

“Yes,” Spock replied.   

100 Words Continuation, May 22, 208

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Spock’s hand shook as he touched Jim’s cheek. “Remember,” he whispered.

He did what he often had to do. Use their bond to remind Jim who he was and who Spock was. Usually morning and afternoons were Jim’s best times. He generally remembered and did all right. And if Spock was with him in the evenings, it never got to this point.

But Spock had been too long.

Jim’s blue eyes cleared, though they still shone with tears. “Spock?”

Spock gave him a gentle smile and allowed his hand to fall. “Yes, darling. It is me.”

 

100 Words Continuation, May 07, 2018 (nsfw)

 

“Beautiful,” Spock whispered, before attending to his own clothing. Jim barely got an eyeful before Spock lay across him, kissing him, stroking him, fingers going everywhere, driving Jim insane.

Jim had heard rumors, vague and distant, about Vulcan penises. Double ridges, self-lubricating, bigger than humans, testicles in different places, capable of giving multiple orgasms, all kinds of things. He was eager to learn which, if any, were true.

Maybe all of them. Jim hoped so.

A long time later, drenched in sweat and large amounts of cum, Jim lay curled on his side, Spock spooned around him. His body, his limbs, were achy and sore. Pleasantly so.

100 Words Continuation, May 05, 2018 (nsfw)

 

Spock stopped their kiss briefly to admonish Jim, “If you had not run away after your declaration this could have been our second time copulating.”

And that just sent a jolt of almost crippling excitement straight to his dick. He whined against Spock’s mouth.

“Spock.”

Spock said nothing, just pulled Jim’s boots off with hardly any effort at all and let them fall to the floor with a loud thunk.

Then he was kissing Jim again, devouring him really, and maybe Jim’s brain shorted out a little because all he could think about was being fucked for hours by Spock.

100 Words Continuation, May 04, 2018

 

“You…”

“Reciprocate.”

“Oh my God.” Jim felt himself swaying on his feet.

“Jim!”

In an instant, Spock was upon him, holding him up, supporting him. Arms around his waist, face very close to his.

“Spock,” Jim managed to get out. “Are you sure?”

His answer was to swallow Jim’s hitched breath by feasting on Jim’s lips. Cool, soft lips pressed against his, forcing his own apart as Spock’s tongue slipped past the seam.

Jim moaned against Spock, his arms, which had laid un-moving against his side, slipped up and around Spock’s neck to move them closer still.

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