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Flash Fic, June 21, 2022

The guys continue to visit Riverside.

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“Jim.”

He was falling, falling, he couldn’t catch his breath, why…

“Jim, Jim.”

He was being shaken. So hard. Tears burned his eyes.

“Stop, you’re hurting me!”

“Jim, darling, please.”

Suddenly he gasped for breath and sat up straight. Hands were on his back and chest as he heaved for air.

“That is it, love. Breathe, that’s it.”

“Spock? Spock?”

“Yes, Jim, yes.”

Tears streamed down his face. Spock’s thumb wiped at him.

“A bad one?”

“Mmm.”

Spock pulled him close. “I will never let anyone or anything harm you. What did you dream? Not the monsters on Delta again?”

“No, honey, nothing like that.  Frank. Him throwing me out a window. Him shaking me until my teeth rattled for breaking a glass.  Think it’s probably being in this house, ya know?”

Spock was quiet for a while. “And you are sure he is no more?”

Jim looked at him quizzically. “Why?”

“I wish to kill him.”

“Someone did that a long time ago. Not long after Mom kicked him to the curb. He was an asshole who never did know when to keep his mouth shut.” He grabbed Spock’s hand. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I could never be anywhere else. I will follow you to the ends of the universe.”

Jim kissed him. “Right now, just follow me to breakfast.”

He was delighted when Spock laughed. He always loved to be surprised by his Vulcan.

“You’re amazing. And I smell waffles.”

You will see these guys one more time on Friday to wrap up June.

I already have 5 of the expected 9 Christmas in July’s scheduled. You can expect those Wednesdays and Fridays in July.

Flash Fic, May 31, 2022

Jim sat straight up, gawking at the figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Sp-pock?”

Then he threw his arms around Spock as Spock’s arms came around his. Spock’s arms tightened and held him very close.

Tears sprung to Jim’s eyes before he could stop them. A gasping sob escaped.

“I am here, Jim, I am here,” Spock whispered.

“Are you even real?”

Spock pulled away but only to frame Jim’s face with his hands so that he could kiss him. Spock’s warm lips crushed his, kissing him as though he needed to make up for a year’s time.

Spock broke the kiss, panting. “I am real.”

“But…how are you here? I thought…”

“I could not leave you, Jim. You are my T’hy’la. My bondmate. You are…everything. I have spent the last year trying to find a way for us to be together. My brother was working on a way to help me.”

“I’m going crazy, Spock. I don’t want to live like this.”

“Nor do I.” Spock put his hand on Jim’s face and in a moment Jim felt a burst of warmth and then so much love and tenderness.

“Is that the bond?” he asked, awed.

“Yes, ashayam. I unshielded. I will never keep you out of my mind again.” He blew out a long breath and leaned their heads together. “No matter how we live it must be together.”

Jim swallowed and nodded. “God, it feels so good to have you here.” More tears fell down his cheeks. “If this is a dream, I never want to wake.”

“I must concur. But if it is a dream, we are both having it.”

Spock kissed him again. “Will you come with me?”

“To the future?”

“Yes. I do not wish to take you from your family, however—”

“They’ll be okay.” Jim felt his pulse racing. “Dad knows. We’ve talked. Mom and Sam don’t, but I think Dad would tell them, I don’t know, but he said they’d all be okay. Spock, I could do it. I can go with you.”

“The other way that we have figured out is to have me stay here, with you in this time.”

Jim frowned. “How would that work? I mean with your different physiology.”

“Leonard McCoy. He said if the only way was for me to come here to be with you, he would come here too, to be my doctor.”

Jim blinked, startled. “Yeah?”

“Yes, Jim. Whichever way we choose, there will be times when we could use the technology my brother has developed to cross over to either the past or the future. Not often, not even as much as every year, but it could be done.”

“Not without risk though,” Jim guessed.

“Yes, there is still the chance something could go wrong.” Spock took Jim’s hands in his. “The choice is yours, T’hy’la. For me, the choice is to be with you, wherever you wish. Where I am from is more familiar to me, but I can adjust to anything, do anything, to be with you.”

Jim pulled away and rose. He ran his hand over his face. “I need coffee.”

Spock got up too. “Come.”

They left the bedroom and went out to the kitchen of Spock’s apartment. Jim silently made a pot of coffee, his mind a whirl of thoughts, mostly confusing ones.

“What do you want?” he asked Spock, when he turned from the coffeemaker after he set it to brew.

“To be with you.”

“Me too. Do they have coffee there?”

Spock smiled slightly. “They do, yes.”

Jim closed his eyes. “My family and friends are here. Your family and friends are there.”

“Yes.”

“Here you would always have to hide your true self, there I would have no idea what’s going on, really. But I could learn.”

“Here the weather is good, there it sucks.”

Spock chuckled softly, making Jim’s eyes open in surprise.

“Pros and Cons,” Jim explained. “I can’t help but go through them.”

“I understand.”

“You would outlive me.” He got that thought from Spock. For he’d somehow been given the knowledge that Vulcans outlived Humans by a number of years. “When I die, if you were here, you’d be able to go back there.”

“Theoretically.”

“Theoretically,” Jim agreed. “I don’t know what to do, Spock.”

Spock sighed, it was soft and low. He nodded. “Then allow me to choose for you, ashayam. We will stay here on Earth. In your time. Doctor McCoy will come here as our friend and my doctor. And you will have your friends and family with you.”

“But that’s not fair.”

“What is not fair is to be apart. Everything else is workable, Jim. I want your choice to make you happy.”

The coffee had finished so Jim turned and filled his mug with coffee. It was the Dad mug Jim had found so long ago now. It seemed an eternity but really wasn’t and even though it kind of felt like it, he had not loved Spock for an eternity.

He took a few sips of coffee.

“This place, this city…it’s my home.”

Spock nodded.

Jim set his coffee mug down.

“But my home is you now, Spock. I want it to be. I love you. What we have, I think, is the love of a lifetime. I feel you everywhere. This…” He gestured around. “This is my old life. My future is you. With you…in the future.”

Spock’s warm chocolate eyes gazed at Jim intensely. “Are you sure, T’hy’la?”

Jim smiled and kissed him. “I’m sure.”

Spock drew him close and into his arms once more. “You’re my future too.”

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The end. Thank you for reading this two month story!

Flash Fic, May 24, 2022

Amanda sighed slightly. “Long ago my son did as he pleased with no regard to what either myself or my husband said.”
“Still…wouldn’t it bother you? Never to see him again?”
“Whatever the circumstances my son finds himself in, what matters to me is his contentment. I can see, as I said, that my son values his bond with you very much. He isn’t going to find it easy to part from you.”
“And if this healer decides he’s wrong, what then?”
“Do you think Spock cares for you only because he believes you have the T’hy’la bond?”
Jim frowned. Thought about it. “No.”
She smiled. “I believe you have your answer regarding what my son intends to do.”
“Your husband would fight it.”
“Most certainly. But the thing is, Sarek doesn’t always get his way.” She leaned back in her chair. “And what about you, Jim? Would you consider staying here on Vulcan in your future?”
“I don’t know,” Jim replied. “My family is very important to me. If I came here, I’d not be able to see them again, right?”
She hesitated. “Probably not.”
“I can’t put them through thinking I just disappeared one day and never know what happened to me. I’ve seen that happen to families on the news and stuff, and I couldn’t let that hurt them like that. But on the other hand, having Spock stay with me in my time would hurt him.”
“There’s no easy answer, I agree.”
Just then Spock and Sarek returned with a Vulcan woman.
Jim stood up. “Have they figured out how to help my dad yet?”
“Not yet, Jim. They are working hard at it though. This is T’Pau, sh is an elder here, and trained in healing and an expert at bonds.”
Jim glanced at her. She was studying him with barely disguised derision.
“You name this outworlder T’hy’la?” She turned to Spock.
“I do.”
T’Pau looked at Jim again. “You are from ancient Earth.”
“It’s not ancient to me. It’s just home.”
Apparently, she didn’t like that as she made an even more pronounced prune face.
“”If you will step forward with Spock, I will examine your minds.”
Jim’s gaze went to Spock, who gave a slight nod.
He blew out a breath. He’d rather deal with all this after finding out about his dad, but apparently that wasn’t going to happen.
So he stepped over to where Spock stood and let the Vulcan approach, with her hands extended toward each of them.
Her left hand landed on his face while her right hand was on Spock’s. Spock closed his eyes, so Jim did the same.
T’Pau said nothing, but Jim did feel a bit of pressure in his head, like having a sinus infection or something. It could have lasted a minute or thirty, he wasn’t sure because he sort of lost awareness.
“Jim.”
Spock spoke softly and Jim opened his eyes. She no longer had her hand on his face and the pressure was gone. He blinked rapidly.
“Well?”
“There is no mistake,” she declared. “They are bonded. They have the ancient warrior bond.”

Flash Fic, May 17, 2022

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Later after they’d eaten lunch, Sam took Jim aside,
“I know this is sudden and really short notice, especially since you have Spock with you, but maybe it would better if you stayed the night?” Sam shook his head. “I don’t know, I just…I’m unsettled a bit.”
“If you’re unsettled, things have to be bad. Why don’t we get him to the hospital now?” Jim asked.
“He’s stubborn and doesn’t want to go. And he spoke to his cardiologist and thinks that’s good enough until he sees him tomorrow.” Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “I could set up a room for the two of you.”
“I’ll need to talk to him because he has work. I can probably call and get a substitute.” Jim’s stomach flipped. “Worst case scenario, I’ll drive him back to San Francisco and then drive back up here.”
“I hate to make you do that, but I’d really like you to be here, kiddo.”
“And I want to be. When did this all start?”
“He seemed a little weak Friday, but nothing too concerning. Same for most of yesterday, but last night he started showing signs of it.”
Jim glanced toward the living room. “This isn’t it, is it, Sam?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Sam admitted. “You know when he was young his chest got crushed when the wall fell on him. The doctors think that did some damage to his heart even back then that nobody paid any attention to until later in life. They concentrated on his collapsed lung instead. I don’t know. Some part of me realizes we’re lucky to have him this long.”
“Yeah okay. I’m going to go talk to Spock and the contact the university.”
Jim ended up taking Spock outside to a garden area his mom usually tended to so they could have some privacy.
He explained everything to Spock, who remained silent until Jim had finished.
“I’m sorry this is so crazy and unexpected. I’ll drive you back to San Francisco and the come back here.”
“I am able to make my own hours at the Institute,” Spock replied. “To be honest I am only working there in an effort to find a way back to my own time and universe. This far I have not been successful. But at the moment, I would rather be here, supporting you.”
Jim didn’t quite give into the relief he felt yet. Because he wanted to make sure. “Really? I don’t want to make things difficult for you.”
Spock pulled him close. “This entire situation we find ourselves in is difficult. But you are my T’hy’la and I don’t wish to be parted from you.”
Jim blew out a breath. “Okay.”

Flash Fic, May 10, 2022

Probably NSFW

“Let’s make love.”

“Are you sure? Spock continued to be surprised by Jim. They had just been preparing for bed, when before getting into the hotel bed, he had turned to Spock and said those words.

“Spock, our time is limited. If you go back that is.” Jim shook his head. “And I don’t want you to.”

Spock nodded and opened his arms to pull Jim close. Jim went easily and Spock put his hand on Jim’s jaw and brough their lips together.

When they came up for air, he whispered. “Nor do I, but…I do not belong here.”

“Just…fuck me.”

They managed to get their pajamas off and fell onto the bed together. Spock kissed Jim everywhere and when he went to reach for a condom, Jim stopped him.

“Forget about that. I just want to feel you as you are inside me. Besides, in your time, surely they’ve eradicated sexually transmitted diseases.”

“They have,” Spock agreed. “If you are sure—”

“I am,” Jim whispered, kissing him with such intensity Spock felt dizzy.

Spock prepared Jim with the lubricant and then slowly pushed into the Human. His Human.

Spock knew perhaps he shouldn’t, but even as he moved deeper within Jim, he sought a deeper mental connection. His hand moved toward Jim’s face.

“What?”

“Vulcans are-are touch telepaths, I wished to-to do a meld with you. If permissible.”

Jim arched up as Spock thrust. “Will it hurt?”

“It should not, no.”

Jim moistened his lips. “Do it then.”

Spock did not need to be told twice. Now that Jim knew the truth of who and what he was, holding back a part of himself was not required.

He rested his fingers on Jim’s face. “My mind to your mind,” he whispered. “My thoughts to your thoughts.”

And just like that, he slipped inside Jim’s mind as though they were made for each other. No meld had ever been so easy, so welcome, so right.

“Spock,” Jim moaned.

In Spock’s mind he saw Earth, as it was now, and then he saw Vulcan as it was when he left, the planets moved to line up right next each other, which he knew was not their exact location, and then Jim, bathed in bright sunlight, like Las’hark, appeared. Spock saw himself bathed in the colors of the desserts of Vulcan. Jim walked toward him, hand outstretched, and Spock reached out and took it.

Spock’s hand slipped off Jim’s face as they both found their release together.

“T’hy’la.”

Flash Fic, May 03, 2022

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“This is nice,” Jim said a few days later, on Friday, when they decided to go out to a restaurant together.

It was one that would accommodate Spock’s vegetarian tastes as well as Jim’s not so much. He was used to Nyota’s eating requirements, and going to “health food” places, but at least this one was just a nice restaurant.

On the way there, and all the way to their table in the back, Spock kept his knitted cap on the cover his ears. Jim felt bad that he felt the need to wear it, but on the other hand, he also knew how people were.

Once at the table though, Spock did remove it.

“They have my family’s Cabernet Sauvignons here. I’m thinking of getting a bottle. Would you have some?”

“I don’t drink wine.”

Jim smiled. “Do you drink blood?”

“I beg your pardon?”

He laughed and shook his head. “Dracula. You know, from the movies. He’d sometimes say that. Like Frank Langella from the 70s,  I think.”

Spock shook his head.

“No? Okay, well.” Jim just smiled.

“Unknown references notwithstanding, Jim, I do not normally drink red wine, but since it’s from your family’s vineyard I am willing to do so.”

“Good.”   

When their waiter came, and he started staring at Spock, Jim gave him the stink eye and the waiter quickly looked away and covered.

“We’ll have a bottle of the Kirk Vineyard’s Cabernet Sauvignon.”

The waiter nodded. “Coming right up.”

“Is this okay?” Jim asked. “I mean I know going out was my idea. I just thought it might be nice for kind of a real date.”

“It is perfectly fine, Jim.” Spock paused. “And it is nice.”

“But?”

“Why do you assume there’s a bit?”

He sighed. “There’s always a but.”

The waiter arrived with the bottle and poured even for Jim to sample. Of course he was quite familiar with the taste.

“Great, thanks.”

The waiter poured them both wine in their glasses and Jim sent him away while they continued to look at the menu.

“You don’t mind if I get a steak, do you?”

“Of course not. You may order whatever you want.”

“What are you thinking of?”

“Possibly the pasta primavera.”

“Good choice. If you like veggies.” Jim laughed again.

“I do.” Spock’s lips curved and he took a sip of the wine. “While I am not entirely familiar with everything wine is supposed to be, this is pleasant enough.”

“I’m glad you think so. It’s Dad’s pride and joy.”

“You mentioned a but.”

“Right. Just…I don’t know. Does it seem strange or even stupid to go out on a dinner date when you’re going home to Massachusetts soon?”

“Massachusetts,” Spock repeated softly.

“That’s where Vulcan is, right?”

Spock nodded. “Yes, it is East of here.”

“Every time I get involved with someone I end up liking, well, something happens that ends things. In your case, obviously, you’re getting out of dodge.”

“Getting out of—”

Jim waived that away. “Another saying. It means leaving.”

The waiter hovered nearby and Jim gestured him over. They made their orders and then Jim waited for him to leave again.

“It seems to me,” Jim continued. “That this is all kind of a waste of time on something that doesn’t really have a future.”

“I know and I am sorry.”

He nodded. “But I like you so much, I can’t seem to help myself with waiting the time anyway. When you leave, I’m going to…well feel pretty crappy to be honest.”

“It will be the same for me.”

Jim reached over and took Spock’s hand. “Somehow that doesn’t make me feel much better.”

Flash Fic, April 26, 2022

I was as vague as I could be here so as not to be too explicit on HERE, but it’s still Definitely NSFW

The Moment has arrived though for Totally Modern Jim

The best thing to do was to steer Jim to Spock’s bedroom where there were no windows to let in light and Spock only had a small lamp on a side table. That would likely mean Jim couldn’t see any color differences.

He opened his eyes and straightened from the wall. He turned off the burner for the water to boil the pasta and made sure everything else was off for now. They could eat later. They would need their strength.

Spock was alerted the moment Jim approached his door again. He did not hear the Human, but he was very much aware of everything concerning Jim, and he didn’t stop to analyze why.

Jim tapped lightly on Spock’s door, but then came in. He grinned at Spock as he held up a strip of foil condom packages and a bottle of lubricant.

Spock found his own lips curving in response. He held out his hand for Jim to take it and was pleased when Jim’s warm hand fit perfectly into his. He led him toward his bedroom, taking the condoms from him as he did so.

Jim moved to switch on the lamp, but Spock stopped him, a hand on Jim’s wrist.

“No lights.” He tried not to make it sound harsh or panicked. He heard Jim’s huff of breath and realized he had managed it.

“Okay, sure. I know some people have hang ups. I just know how beautiful naked you have to be.”

Spock pulled him close and slipped Jim’s short off. “Some other time.”

“Okay.”

They returned to kissing then as they helped each other out of their clothes, then fell onto Spock’s bed, mouths fuses, limbs entangled. Jim felt soft and hard everywhere, somehow, no matter how illogical that was.

Spock had never been so aroused, so desperate to be inside someone before.

Jim reached to put a condom on Spock. “Wow, you’re really leaking a lot of stuff.”

“I-I apologize,” Spock said, shyly.

“Oh, babe, I’m not complaining, I’m marveling.” Jim kissed him again, so hard, and passionately Spock nearly came from it.

Condom in place, Jim positioned himself on the bed beneath Spock, handing the lubricant to apply, which he did.

When they were finally joined, Spock didn’t think he’d ever felt anything like it, ever felt so connected with anyone. He knew his heart hammered in his side, and when Jim’s hands caressed him everywhere, a part of him feared Jim would notice the pulsing of his side, and be repulsed by the alien making love to him.

But that never happened. It was glorious in every way. Jim begging him breathlessly, Spock driving in, again and again, their heavy breathing, messy kisses. It was all so shockingly perfect.

Later, Spock collapsed on Jim and the Human’s arms wrapped tight around him, holding him there, though Spock imagined he was really quite heavy.

He did not know what to say in the aftermath of such a life changing event. How he could ever have anyone else after having Jim.

“You all right, Spock?” Jim whispered, his mouth close to Spock’s ear, making him shiver.

“Yes,” Spock replied, turning his head so he could kiss Jim once more. “Yes.”  

Flash Fic, April 19, 2022

Jim was still curious about Spock though and he realized he actually knew very little about Spock other than him being into elves from Tolkien.

“Do you speak Elvish?”

This time he saw Spock’s spine stiffen. He did not turn back around though.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Elvish. I mean, there are a lot of people into fandoms that learn to speak the language of the characters, right, and I know there are a bunch of people who speak that from the Tolkien books. So I thought given your ears, you might—”

Spock did turn around then, and he was waving the spatula he held somewhat threateningly. “I do not speak Elvish, Jim. And I did not have my ears altered to be pointed on the end.”

“No?”

“My ears have been like this from the moment I was born,” Spock said slowly and carefully as though Jim was a buffoon. And at the moment Jim thought maybe he was.

“Oh. Um. Sorry about that. Stupid assumptions.”

Jim could only imagine the teasing Spock must have had from other kids because of his ears. He knew kids could be cruel from his own experience with severe acne.

“Your apology is accepted. If you will go sit at the table, I will shortly bring the waffles to the table.”

Jim did, feeling pretty foolish. Spock had set the table with butter and syrup too. He kept his mouth shut and drank his coffee.

A few minutes later, Spock arrived with two plates with large Belgian Waffles.

Jim smiled uncertainly. “Looks good. Thank you.”

They ate in silence for the most part. Other than a few comments about whether they’d get the rain that was predicted for the next morning.

When they were done and Jim was assured Spock needed no help cleaning up, Jim decided to excuse himself to his own place. He really was tired and a bit discouraged, though he wasn’t sure why. Spock was still polite and nice to him.

“Do not forget your Bisquick.” Spock handed it to him as Jim picked up his empty thermos.

He sort of remembered Spock had mentioned him coming for dinner Monday night but as he headed for Spock’s apartment door, Spock made no comments to remind him, and Jim didn’t want to push his luck.

Still he lingered for a moment there, hoping Spock would come close enough for Jim to try a little kiss. But Spock kept his distance and somehow made it look as though it really wasn’t deliberate.

“Okay, thanks for dinner, Spock. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Jim.”

Jim went back to his apartment and basically straight to bed. And in that bed, he stroked himself to images of Spock, and afterward he fell into a fitful sleep.

Flash Fic, April 12, 2022

I’m going with Sam looks quite a bit like Dad

Jim decided to seek his brother out first when he arrived at his family’s home in Napa. He found Sam in one of the vineyards, bent over at the waist, and speaking.

“What are you doing?” Jim asked, frowning with puzzlement.

“Talking to the grapes.”

“Lost it have you?”

Sam snorted and straightened. “Funny. Been at the house yet?”

“No. Wanted to see what you had to say about things. Mom and Dad aren’t as forthcoming as they could be.”

Sam nodded and eyed him. “You’re looking tired, little brother. You didn’t have to come up here this weekend.”

“I think Mom wanted me to and besides I wanted to check on Dad.” Jim pointed to the grapes. “What are you the grape whisperer?”

“I prefer wine whisperer, thank you very much. I just think talking to your plants helps.”

Jim smiled. “Okay. So what’s the situation?”

“They let him leave the hospital last night. He’s doing good. Has to take it easy for a while. Which you know he’ll hate.”

“He’s especially going to hate not being out here with you. The two of you love putzing around these vineyards.”

“Yep. But he’ll be well enough soon. Keeping busy down there in the city?”

The city was always San Francisco for Sam. Jim knew his brother seldom went there, didn’t like it there, couldn’t understand why Jim did.

“Yep. “ Jim smiled. “My physics classes are going well. Teaching a bunch of geniuses keeps me on my toes.”

“Bet none of them are even close to you,  though.” Sam rubbed the top of Jim’s head.

Jim was by no means small, or he didn’t think so, but both his dad and brother were giants and liked to remind everyone around them of their superiority.

“Come to the house then. Oh, and I’m going to ask Aurelan to marry me soon. You remember you met her last time you were up here.”

“I do, yeah. Congratulations.” Jim had liked the pretty petite brunette.     

Sam grinned. “She hasn’t said yes yet.”

“She will.” Jim fell into step beside his brother as they hiked uphill a bit to the house from the vineyards. “I almost brought someone with me this time.”

“Oh?” Sam asked, surprised.

Jim laughed. “You make it sound like no one would want me.”

“Hardly. You’re a brilliant scientist that comes from a great family and you’re not bad looking. You just never seem to settle on someone you want us to meet.”

“Not sure I’m to the point of settling in this case either,” Jim admitted. “Just…a guy moved into the apartment next to mine and he’s pretty cute and I like him.”

Sam nodded. “So why didn’t you bring him?”

“We’ve only seen each other a handful of times. I think he got a little freaked when I made the suggestion he could come with me. Hell, we haven’t even had a first kiss. So I don’t know. Seemed pretty fast.”

“Well, you’ll know when and if it’s right.”

“Like you have with Aurelan?”

“Exactly. “

They reached the back door of the Spanish style villa. Sam opened the door and let Jim go in first.

“Mom? Dad? Look what followed me in!”

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