Spock had Jim lying on his bed—not sure they’d fit on the single, but certainly willing to try—squirming underneath him as he assailed Jim’s mouth with kisses. He had managed to get his finger under Jim’s shirt and was scooting it up to reveal smooth bare skin when—
There was a rather loud knock on his dormitory door.
And right then, Jim basically freaked out. He made a yelping sound, shoved Spock off him, and scrambled to his feet. He was so red that Spock became concerned.
Jim was yanking down his shirt and pressed his palm to his crotch.
Resigned as yet another knock sounded, Spock went to the door and opened it, quite aggravated at the interruption, and ready to bite the head off of whoever it was.
She looked past Spock and immediately saw the very embarrassed Jim looking so uncomfortable, Spock had the urge to hold him to calm him down. He could not though.
“I’m so sorry,” Mother exclaimed. “I didn’t know…Hello, I’m-I’m Spock’s mother.”
Jim had already made a beeline for the exit. His blue eyes were a bit shiny and he had reddened more if that was possible.
Mother moved out of his way, because otherwise Spock was certain he’d plow right through her.
“I’ve gotta go, Spock.”
And he was gone.
Mother covered her mouth with her hand. “I’ve interrupted something rather important, haven’t I? I’m sorry, Spock. My visit to San Francisco was unexpected and I just assumed you’d be here and…alone.”
Spock exhaled very slowly. “It is pleasant to see you in any circumstances, Mother.”
“I really am sorry. He looked like a very nice young man.”
Spock nodded. “He is.”
Mother embraced him then, as was her usual way, and Spock brought her to the dining room table while he made tea, her preferred drink.
“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”
He shrugged slightly. “It is a recent event and one that still included preliminary exploration.” He realized how that sounded, given on what she nearly came in on, and cleared his throat. “I will make sure all is well later. For now, I am anxious to learn the meaning of your unexpected visit.”
“It’s nothing nefarious, I assure you. A friend had business here and invited me along. I thought it would be fantastic to see you. It was last minute and I wanted to surprise you.” She smiled warmly. “I guess I have.”
“Indeed.” Spock took a sip of the tea he had made. “A friend.” Though he did not wish to think of her moving on from his father, they had been separated for some time, and the possibility was there. “A male friend?”
“Yes, Spock, my friend is male.”
He felt his jaw clench, though he wished it was not so.
“How is your father?” she asked then.
“Given circumstances, I believe he is well.”
Mother finished her tea, then made to stand. “I’m staying at the Imperial Hotel. Join me for breakfast?”
“Just you?” Spock could not help himself. It was illogical to resent his mother from trying to move on from a relationship that had not worked for her, yet, he supposed he would always be that small boy who watched his mother leave his father and somehow blamed himself.
“Just me.” She smiled as she made her way to the door. “You can bring Jim if you’d like. If he’s willing to see me after what happened tonight.”
“I will see.”
When she left his dorm, Spock did not hesitate. He would go to Jim’s dorm now that she had gone. But first, he made a quick stop at the corner market for, as Jim had said, lubricant.