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The Love of a Lifetime, Continuing Story

Sometimes I ask for death. Not in front of Spock. That would be too much. Too cruel. But to myself. I didn’t think I would have to face this.

And now I am.

Would it have been better to be lost during a mission saving others as the other Kirk was? I sometimes think…

“Jim?”

Judging by the edge of panic I detected in Spock’s voice he was concerned again. I must have spaced out.

Space.

I missed it.

I smiled, didn’t know if it was forced. No longer cared really. I squeezed his hand. “Right here, Spock.”

The Love of a Lifetime, continuing story

I’m losing my mind.

It’s strange knowing. Sometimes I know. I think. Other times I think whatever I am thinking is normal, even when on some level I maybe know it is not. Spock says I get worse as the sun goes down. Sun Downers. And worse when I am alone. This means Spock is either trapped to constantly stay with me or he has to get me a “baby sitter”.

I try to convince him to put me in some sort of facility where he will no longer be so burdened with me. But if one thing has remained the same, it is that Spock remains very stubborn.

We will not be separated.

So he says. And so we will not be. Until I unburden him with my death. Whenever that is.

Old Married Spirk, Continues 07/06/2018

I need a title for this story. I am open for suggestions. 

It was entirely possible they could not help his mate, but it was the first positive news Spock had received in a long time. If Jim could be helped, Spock wanted this more than he wanted his next breath.

“Sit at the table, ashal-veh, and I will bring you coffee.”

Jim smiled. “It smells really good.” He sat before the plate of food Spock had put down in front of his seat with the hash browns and biscuits and gravy.

Spock put his prepared coffee down and his tea and sat beside his t’hy’la.

“Jim, when Suvoc comes he has something he wishes to discuss with you.”

Jim nodded. “Okay. Do you know what it is?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not going to like it, am I?” Jim asked suspiciously.

“I hope that you will keep an open mind, ashayam.”

“Uh-huh. I know I am in trouble when you start dropping endearments after every sentence you say to me.”

“Jim.”

His mate sighed. “I’ll listen.”

Spock picked Jim’s left hand up and kissed the fingers. “Thank you. How is your breakfast?”

“Yummy.” Jim grinned.

Spock allowed his own lips to form a smile. “Mine too.” He didn’t know if the healers Suvoc spoke of could really help Jim, and if they did not, Spock would remain devoted to Jim, but he had just the beginnings of hope. For now it was enough.

Old Married Spirk Continuation

Jim stayed very close to Spock as they went to the small restaurant and ordered their usual favorites. Biscuits and gravy as well as hash browns for Jim and a vegetable frittata with fruit for Spock. They’d been going there for years. Back when Jim was still an active admiral.

Spock was aware he had it much better with his beloved than his counterpart had. The Ambassador’s t’hy’la had been lost to him when Jim was only in his sixties. Spock’s beloved was now in his seventies and their years together were amazing.

He hoped to have many years still to come with Jim. With Khan’s blood, it was possible. His only regret was the deterioration of Jim’s mind. But the Vulcan healers wished to try something for Jim that they thought might help, according to their son, so Suvoc was going to come and help convince Jim to go to New Vulcan to be evaluated. Jim could still be incredibly obstinate, perhaps more so with his lapses.

Old Married Spirk Continuation

Down in the street, in front of their apartment, Spock’s gaze searched for his husband. He did not see Jim anywhere.

Normally when given the choice, Jim would go right. But if Jim left the apartment to go to the place he liked to get food from for breakfast, that was left.

Spock went left and made it half a block when he saw Jim, his beautiful, wonderful, sweet husband, wearing brown slacks that were really too big for him now, a brown plaid flannel shirt, and a brown cardigan sweater. He was looking around the crowded area looking frightened and uncertain.

He hurried to him, not wanting to waste any time reaching him.

“Jim!”

Jim turned in relief at the sound of Spock’s voice. His eyes began to fill with tears. “Spock! Spock. I-I got lost.”

Spock enveloped him into his arms, holding him close against him, breathing him in. “It is all right, darling. I am here now.”

“I-I went to get breakfast. I can’t find the place. Is it gone? Did it move?”

He was shaking and Spock almost gave into a very emotional display of his own.

“No, kanbu.” He framed Jim’s face and kissed him. “Do not fret so. I am here and it is all right.”

Jim nodded.

“If you still want to pick up breakfast, I will take you there.”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

Spock smiled gently. “I was very surprised.”

Jim smiled back and slid his hands over to Spock’s holding them. “I should have just woke you up and had you come with me.”

“Indeed. Next time you will.” He kept Jim’s hand in his as they made their way to the breakfast place that had breakfast to go.

100 Words Continuation, June 19, 2018

 

Jim bit his lip and slowly nodded. “Okay. For now. But it’s not over, Spock.”

Spock said nothing to that. He would not be swayed. Giving up on his bondmate would not be something he would ever do and this was a fight he would win.

“Another donut and more tea or are you ready for bed?”

“Bed.”

Spock assisted Jim in standing as he stood up from the table and walked with him to their bedroom.

“Do you want a shower tonight or in the morning?”

“Morning is fine. Too sleepy.”

Spock helped Jim into the Vulcan sleeping robe he had decided about ten years ago was preferable to his pajamas, then put on his own before joining Jim in their bed.

Spock reached out for Jim’s hand, felt the familiar, welcome warmth. “Goodnight, ashaya.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

100 Words Continuation, June 15, 2018

Jim licked his lips, catching powdered sugar as he did so. “No, it isn’t. Spock, you, you’re everything. And you…deserve better.

“There is no one better. And we will not discuss this. Not again.”

“But I’m not getting better. I’m getting worse. You need to put me in a—”

Spock slammed his hand down on the table hard enough to make Jim flinch. “We will not discuss this!”

Jim sighed wearily. “We can’t keep ignoring this, sweetheart.”

“You are my husband and my bondmate. We will never be separated, Jim.”

“You didn’t bargain for this.”

“Neither did you.” Spock took Jim’s hand again. “Please, let us not fight about this.”

The Middle…1

A sneak peak at the beginning of the next part, as my blog followers (NSFW)

“Jim, this is not appropriate,” Spock protested, flushing a light green.

Jim was straddling him on the chair in Spock’s office. Fully clothed, though.

“Oh, come on, Spock. You don’t have another class for an hour and a half.”

“True but…computer lock door.”

The door of his office sealed shut.

“You are incorrigible,” Spock murmured but without much heat behind it. Instead, he slid his hands up under Jim’s red cadet uniform. Jim leaned forward and kissed him.

“I haven’t seen you since—”

“This morning,” Spock said. “As you were leaving my apartment. Late for your class, I might add.”

Jim grinned. “You sound proud of that.”

Spock shrugged a little. “You ignored the alarm so I found a more creative way to ensure you were awake.”

Jim traced his tongue along his bottom lip. “It definitely worked. And now, well, I’m here to pay you back.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “I require no gain for the enjoyment of our intimate activities.”

“And wasn’t that a mouthful.” Jim shook his head and chuckled. “I love Vulcans.”

Spock inched a finger up Jim’s bare torso, well bare beneath his shirt. “Do you?”

“Uh-huh. The snooty way they talk. The snooty way they look.”

“Snooty? Is that a scientific term?”

“Completely. You even flirt snooty.”

“Indeed.”

“And the incredibly hot way they fuck. That’s my favorite part.”

Spock’s lips curled upward. “Mine as well.”

“I can tell,” Jim said breathlessly, as he wiggled against the hard bulge in Spock’s professor trousers. He reached down and undid the fastening of Spock’s pants. He slid down off Spock’s lap and to the floor directly in front of him.

“Jim.” Spock’s dark eyes were wide, his pupils dilated.

Jim looked up at him through lowered lashes. “You aren’t going to protest, are you, honey?”

Spock swallowed. “No. I just wanted to ensure you were comfortable.”

“Oh, I think I’m okay. And this won’t take any time at all.”

“Are you…that good then?”

“You know exactly how good I am, professor.”

Spock moaned as Jim pulled out his straining erection from the confines of his trousers and briefs. The head glistened with Vulcan pre-cum, which Jim had discovered was quite the delight. He flicked his tongue out, tasting the spicy, tangy slick.

“God, I love your taste. I really good suck your dick all damn day.”

Spock said nothing but stared intently at Jim, his face flushed, his lips pursed and looking insanely defiled.

Jim held his gaze as he closed his mouth over the double ridged thick head of Spock’s cock, sucking him in deeper, deeper, until the tip hit the back of Jim’s throat. He fought the gag reflex and won.

Spock’s ass rose up out of the chair as he arched up into Jim’s mouth. His fingers spread into Jim’s hair, as Jim knew they would, for Spock loved to hold Jim’s head as he fucked into Jim’s mouth.

In the month and a half they’d been together, Jim had learned Spock wanted to be in control, wanted to dominate, and was very vocal during sex. Of course Jim fucking loved all those things. It was like Spock had been made from the heavens for him or something.

“Jim,” Spock groaned. “Yes, Jim. Yes.”

He rolled Spock’s balls with his finger eliciting another needy moan from the Vulcan’s lips. He winced a little when Spock’s grip on his hair tightened as he rammed himself frantically between Jim’s lips.

“Jim. Jim, please. Jim. Jim!”

Jim sucked harder, deeper still, Spock’s tangy, spicy taste urging him on for he couldn’t wait for the Vulcan’s fluid to fill his mouth, coat his tongue.

Then Spock tensed, crying out Jim’s name one more time on a ragged moan and his cum began to splurt out into Jim’s mouth. He greedily sucked Spock dry, feasting on the softening cock, until Spock finally pulled out, pushing Jim away.

“Too much,” Spock rasped.

Jim grinned and wiped his mouth. His own dick was painfully hard as he stood and sat on the edge of the desk facing his lover. “You’re incredible.”

“I believe it is you who have earned that title.”

Jim dodged Spock as he went to reach for him. “Nope. Can’t.”

Spock’s brows furrowed. “But—”

“I’m meeting Bones for an early dinner later and I’ve got some stuff to do before then.” Jim leaned down and pecked Spock’s lips. “You want to join us?”

“I am not certain the doctor likes me,” Spock said doubtfully as he did up his pants.

“The doctor likes you.” Jim grinned. “Will you?”

“He is a significant part of your life, therefore, I should become used to him.” Spock made a little noise which Jim knew was his version of a sigh. “I will need to shower and change.”

“Is that a yes?”

Spock nodded. “Very well.”

Jim whooped which made Spock look snooty again. It was such a great look on Spock too. Debauched snooty Vulcan.

“I love Vulcans.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “Yes, you have said so.”

“Well and especially one in particular of course.”

“I had assumed so. Will you come to my apartment after dinner with the doctor? I find that I need to punish you.”

Jim’s lungs seized and he licked his lips, starting at Spock. “P-Punish me?”

“You are a very bad boy. Such insubordination.”

“Yes.” Jim cleared his throat, feeling a little lightheaded. Probably because all his blood was in his dick. “Definitely yes.”

The Beginning…3

This is the final part of The Beginning. I will probably start posting to AO3 soon with this but wanted you to see this last part first 🙂

James_T._Kirk_Chris_Pine_in_Trouble  “You were totally scared,” Jim said, as the door of Spock’s apartment closed behind them.

“I refute that statement.”

“Spock, you jumped ten feet in the air. Three times.”

“I was merely startled by the unexpected appearance of the apparition.”

Jim grinned as they entered the kitchen for Spock to make tea. “That’s fear, Spock.”

“My pulse was not elevated.”

“Well, now. Maybe there’s something we can do to change that.”

Spock blinked at him.

Jim’s smile widened. “You know this is our third date.”

“And there is some significance in that?”

He rolled his eyes. “Come on, Spock. That oh so innocent Vulcan act isn’t going to work on me. You are super-duper smart.”

“Super-duper?” That earned him that sexy one eyebrow raise.

“The point is, you know the meaning of a third date. I know you do, because you are brilliant. And you’ve been here in San Francisco for a while now. You know.”

Spock brought over Jim’s tea. “You refer to copulation.”

Jim choked on the sip he’d taken. “Uh. Well. Yeah. Although I wouldn’t have used that word.”

“But that is what you are referring to.”

Jim shrugged and started to rise. “Well, if you aren’t interested then—”

Spock growled and removed the teacup from Jim’s hand. “I am interested.” He slid his hands up Jim’s arms.

He sucked in a breath. “That did wonders for my pulse.”

“Do you want to finish your tea?”

“What tea?”

Spock nodded, his nostrils flaring, and pulled Jim toward the bedroom.

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