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Flash Fic Friday, June 23, 2017

Prompt This Week: Going Back to Bed (or in this case staying there) , interfering with diplomacy which will require an excuse!

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Jim woke slowly, trying to acclimate himself to where he was exactly. Besides bed of course. That much he knew. He felt a heavy arm across his midsection and for half a second he drew a complete blank. Then the arm shifted and a hand stroked up his hip and to his stomach.

“Spock?” he whispered, shivering.

“Is it morning, Captain?”

Spock’s voice was thick with sleep and somehow it was incredibly endearing. He was as naked as Jim himself was, of course, and plastered against Jim, all hot molten lava. But Jim didn’t mind. In face there was a chill in the air and even from where he lay in bed, he could see out the window that the snow was falling softly.

“Looks that way.”

Instead of moving away from Jim and rising from the bed as he expected, Spock snuggled closer. And even kissed Jim’s ear.

“Uh.”

“Are you experiencing regret for our extensive sexual copulation last evening?” Spock asked. He didn’t sound particularly bothered or concerned.

“Extensive?” Jim smiled. How could he not?

“As I recall I took you in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, in the chair over there, and then—”

“Okay, yeah,” Jim said quickly. “Extensive.” He cleared his throat. Flexed his ass a little. Which turned out to be a mistake because Spock pressed closer and Jim felt Spock’s hard dick sliding over the crease between his cheeks. “Spock, stop that.” He may have groaned that.

“”To what do you refer?”

Jim chuckled. “You know what. We’re supposed to get up and leave. Our shore leave is over and we’re due in San Francisco to meet with the diplomats from…” Spock pressed against him. “Fuck.”

“They are from Xaria 4, Captain. There is no Federation planet, Fuck.”

“Smartass.” He yelped when Spock pinched his cheek. “Hey!”

“Did that hurt?” Spock murmured.

“Well, no. But it might have.”

Spock licked Jim’s ear.

“Oh my God.” He shivered. “How did I not know you are such a horndog?”

“Complaining?”

“Hell no. But my ass might be if you keep this up.”

“I suspect it will be just fine.”

Jim sighed and leaned back against him. “If I had known Riverside would cause you to attack me I would have invited you before.”

“I did not attack you, Captain. We engaged in extensive—”

“Sexual copulation. Yeah, I know. I don’t mean like punch me out. Anyway, why now? Our last night.”

“I could no longer resist you.”

“That sounds good.” Jim closed his eyes. “I guess we have to get up.”

“Or…we could stay in bed.”

Jim craned his neck a little to look at Spock. “What?”

“The crew still has three more days of shore leave before we must depart Earth. It was only the two of us who were advised to attend the diplomatic meeting.”

“Well, yeah, but we’re sort of important. And if we miss it, there will be hell to pay.”

“Mm. I believe it is snowing harder. What do you think?”

Jim glanced at the window. “It doesn’t look any worse than a few minutes ago.”

Spock shook him. “Does it not? I believe it may turn into a blizzard.”

Jim licked his lips. “Yes. You know. You’re right, Mister Spock. That definitely looks like a blizzard.”

“Indeed.”

Spock nipped his ear.

“Let’s just…stay in bed then, right?”

He felt the tip of Spock’s cock press between his cheeks. “I quite agree, Captain.”

“Spock,” Jim moaned out. To hell with diplomacy.

Flash Fic Friday June 16, 2017

Navigating the Relationship  from My Spirk One Shot Collection, Part 3. Love these two!

Bones peered down at Jim as stood in front of the mirror in their dorm room. “You’re not going out with that guy again, are you?”

“That guy’s name is Spock.  And of course I am. I really like him.”

Bones snorted. “You like every guy.”

“Do not.” Jim looked back at Bones in the mirror. “And I really like him. You know. Like maybe more than like.”

“Save me from lovesick cadets.”

Jim laughed. “I’m not sick. But love? Yeah. I’m pretty sure.”

Bones rolled his eyes as Jim turned away from the mirror. “Does the hobgoblin feel the same way?”

“He’s a Vulcan, Bones.”

“I know what he is. Does he?”

Jim shrugged. “I’m pretty sure. Vulcans don’t really do casual dating, Bones. And we’ve, well, you know.”

“Don’t even put that image in my head, kid.”

“Ah, Bones, does it bug you that Spock and I are doing the nasty?”

“You wish.” There was a knock at the door. “That’s your prince charming now.”

Bones went to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Spock stood there dressed in black slacks and a black sweater.  “Come in, Spock.”

“Doctor. It is pleasant to see you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Jim smiled. “Hey, Spock. Let me just grab my jacket.” He pulled on his coat and then headed to the door where Spock stood. He looked back at Bones. “Don’t wait up.”

“Like I would.”

“Good, cause, um, might not even come back.” Jim grinned. “Night, Bones.”

“Where shall we go for dinner?” Spock asked when they were alone.

“Your apartment?”

Spock arched a brow. “While I am not opposed to that, I do not have any food to prepare for us. If you had indicated such a preference prior to this moment, I would have had the provisions.”

“Well, I was trying to be spontaneous.”

“There is a small market near my apartment,” Spock told him. “We could purchase the required product for our meal.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah? You mean it?”

“Of course. If that is what you wish, Jim.”

“Yeah, it is.”

They made their way to the little market by Spock’s house and Jim felt so happy and hopeful. It had taken him forever to get Spock to notice him. And when Spock had finally expressed an interest in Jim, he didn’t even know that’s what Spock was doing.

The first time they’d kissed, which was after the third date, boy was Jim patient, it was some Vulcan thing with fingers. It took another three dates before they human kissed.  That was quite satisfactory because they’d ended up kissing and kissing and kissing.

Finally their seventh date was the magic number and he and Spock had finally had sex.  They’d been happily having sex ever since. Well okay so this was only their tenth date. But they’d totally done it a lot during the seventh, eighth and ninth dates.

It was during their eighth date that Jim knew he was totally and completely in love with Spock. He wanted Spock to ask him to move in with him, but so far, he had not done so. Jim didn’t want to ask. But really, he spent more time at Spock’s anyway.

“Hang on, Spock,” Jim said as they entered the store. “I’m going to get that wine I like. I’ll be over at the pasta in a second.”

Spock arched a brow. “You would like pasta?”

Jim grinned. “Well yeah. Be right back.”

He went over to the chilled wine refrigerator and took out his wine.

“Jim? Jimmy Kirk?”

Startled Jim turned to see a man rushing toward him. A very familiar man.

“Finnegan?”

Sean Finnegan smiled wide. “Jimmy! I can’t believe it as I live and breathe! How long has it been?”

Jim blinked, shook his head. “Um. You dumped me my first year in Starfleet Academy.”

“Well, now I think dump is a wee bit of an exaggeration, Jimmy.”

“You wanted to explore other relationships.”

Finnegan nodded. “Yes. Hardly dumping you. And what luck running into you like this. Go to dinner with me.”

“Well, actually, Finnegan—”

Finnegan suddenly pushed Jim up against the wine fridge and kissed him.

A throat cleared.

Jim pushed Finnegan off him. “Spock!”

Finnegan wiped his mouth. “Who is this, Jimmy?”

“I am his jealous Vulcan boyfriend,” Spock replied.

“What?” Finnegan asked.

Jim laughed. “Yeah, and um, we’re busy. So if you don’t mind, Finnegan.” Jim waved at him and grabbed Spock to go to the next aisle. “Sorry about that, Spock.”

“I am well aware you had prior relationships, Jim.”

Jim bit his lip. “Yeah.”

“If you have made your selections, I am ready to check out.”

“Okay, yeah.”

****

“So, um,” Jim said, sipping his wine. Spock was making pasta and vegetables in the kitchen. “Spock?”

“Yes, Jim?”

“You told Finnegan you’re my boyfriend.”

“I did.”

“Are you?”

Spock arched his brow. “Am I not?”

Jim smiled and set his wine down. “Yeah, but you know so far, we haven’t really called each other anything like that.”

“Humans are illogical.”

Jim went into the kitchen and took the spoon out of Spock’s hand. He put his arms around Spock’s neck and leaned in for a kiss.

A moment later, Spock murmured, “If we are going to engage in coitus, I will need to turn off the fire.”

Jim laughed against Spock’s mouth. “Are we going to?”

“It would seem we have done so frequently lately.”

“Are you complaining, Spock?”

“Certainly not.”

Jim kissed the corner of Spock’s mouth. “I love you.”

Spock closed his eyes and kissed Jim. “I love you also.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you think otherwise?”

“Well. You’re hard to read.”

“I would not have engaged in coitus with you if I did not.”

Jim sighed. “I don’t know how I got so lucky as to get you.”

“You definitely have me. Now I have an important question for you, Jim.”

“Yeah?”

“When are you going to stop pretending you still live with the doctor?”

Jim laughed and hugged Spock. “Tonight?”

“That would be agreeable.”

Flash Fic Friday, June 09, 2017

As advised, the next two Fridays I am posting One-Shots that have already been done.

This is from Collection 4

Uncertainty

Jim felt Bones’ hand on his shoulder just before Bones said, “Jim?”

He stared out at the stars, unseeing. He knew there were stars out there, sure. He’d seen them a thousand times. Maybe more. He’d been on the observation deck more times than he could count. But the peace it usually offered wasn’t there.

“I’m okay,” Jim said hollowly.

“The hell you are.”

“I’m barely holding it together here, but I am holding it together.”

“What happened? This has something to do with the hobgoblin, doesn’t it?” Bones put his hand on Jim’s arm and turned Jim to face him. “What’s he done?”

“He hasn’t done anything. Bones, this isn’t him. It’s nothing to do with Spock. There is no Spock.”

Bones frowned. “No Spock? What? I thought you two were—”

Jim shook his head somewhat frantically. “No. We aren’t.”

“You slept together. I saw you two together on shore leave. You did, right?”

Jim shrugged Bones’s hold off. “I’ve fucked around with lots of people. It doesn’t mean shit.”

“But this isn’t just anyone. It’s Spock. He doesn’t do casual.”

“You’re wrong. He does. He did.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It was just sex, Bones. To get it out of my system. And now I have. He has. We’re done.”

“Jim—”

“Can you just go? Leave me alone, please. I need this time alone. Bones, please.”

Bones stared at him a long time. “This isn’t over. But all right.”

Jim closed his eyes and waited for the sound of Bones leaving before he opened them again. He closed his fists.  He needed to feel numb. To be so fucking drunk he felt nothing but air.

There was still a day left of shore leave. He was going to get royally fucked.

By the time he got down to the planet, evening was falling on the planet. Perfect. He’d get smashed, find some random stranger to fuck him up, and it would no longer matter.

He saw the Orion female with the long raven hair and glittery eyes as soon as he walked into the bar. As he approached the bar, her pheromones called to him. He walked straight up to her and she turned her head to look him in the eyes. She smirked and grabbed the back of his head, her long fingernails grazing his scalp. Her lips were on his, devouring, biting. He closed his eyes, trying to block out all thoughts of Vulcan heartbreakers.

Their kiss broke and he was panting with lust. She grabbed his hand and started leading him from the bar, could have been toward his death, to ultimate oblivion, and he didn’t even care.

She pulled him into a lift and against her and he closed his eyes, burying his face against her neck. Then his vision narrowed and winked out as he fell to the ground.

When he woke he was in his own quarters. He had no recollection of how he’d gotten there. His hair was damp as though he’d just showered and he wore only a pair of briefs.

Jim blinked up at the ceiling.

“Why did you leave?” A soft low voice, warm and comforting that flowed through him to his very core.

Jim closed his eyes. Of course. A neck pinch. “You know why.”

“No.” Footsteps approached his bed. “I thought…”

He swallowed heavily. “I don’t do relationships.”

A soft movement as the bed shifted. “You are afraid.”

He shook his head in denial, but then nodded. “Yes. I’ve never gotten anything right. Not about that. I didn’t mean for it to get that far but you-you’re—”

“Will you open your eyes and look at me?”

Jim opened his eyes and stared in the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. Ever would see. His heart clenched. His eyes stung. “You’re incredible. You really are.”

“With you.”

“You don’t need me.”

Long fingers touched his lips. “I disagree most emphatically.”

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw and broken.

“Then do not turn away from me. Give me a chance to prove we can work more than just a few short hours during shore leave.”

“I don’t want us to be a regret you have.”

“Ashayam, never.”

“Spock—”

“Please.” So simple, so honest, so desperate.

He could never deny Spock. Why had he ever thought he could?

Jim reached for Spock’s hand, curled his fingers around the palm. “Yes.”

Flash Fic Friday, June 02, 2017

My prompt was a Costume Party with 21st Century Clothing

Jim sighed as he stood in front of a mirror in Bones’ office in the medbay. He pulled at his collar.

“Stop that,” Bones snapped. He came over and fixed Jim’s tie that Jim had just made askew.

“Why do I have to wear this…tuxedo,” Jim said, recalling the name.

“Because it’s a costume party with the theme 21st Century clothes and you look positively gorgeous in it.”

Jim made a face and peered at himself. “Damn Uhura and her stupid ideas anyway.”

“I heard that.” The lieutenant herself appeared in Bones’ office dressed in a sparkly sequined red dress with a handkerchief hem. She wore red hoops in her ears.

“Where’s Spock?”

“He doesn’t want to come.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s being a pain in the ass.” She whistled. “You look fantastic.”

“It’s uncomfortable.”

“Stop whining.” She took out her communicator and punched in a message.

“What are you doing?” Jim asked.

“Nothing.” She smiled and returned the communicator to a pocket. She twirled around. “You are supposed to say I look gorgeous too.”

“Doesn’t that go without saying? And anyway, if Spock gets out of it, how come I have to go?”

“You’re the captain, that’s why,” Bones said. He pulled on a T-shirt.

“What are you supposed to be?”

Bones grinned. “A beach bum.”

“You know I—”

“Captain, Nyota said you needed me for—” Spock stopped. Stared at Jim. His eyes widened.

Uhura giggled and grabbed Bones’ arm. “Come on, I don’t think you’re going to want to see this.”

“See what?” Bones asked as she dragged him away.

“Spock?” Jim asked. “What’s wrong?”

“You-you are…” Spock grabbed Jim’s biceps and pulled him flush against him.

Jim’s tongue darted out to trace his lips. “I am?”

Spock’s eyes got impossibly darker. “Not going anywhere.” His lips claimed Jim’s as he pressed the button to close the door.

Flash Fic Friday, May 26, 2017

Today’s Prompt was a Bad Day at Work

Jim rushed to the medbay on word that Spock and two other crew members had been injured in an explosion. His heart was pounding as he stepped through the doors.

He stopped in his tracks.

Spock sat on a biobed, legs dangling off the edge. Uhura had her arms around his neck.

“Oh, I was so worried,” she said. “I’m glad you’ll be okay.” She kissed him.

“Hey, Jim.”

He turned to Bones. His heart was no longer racing. Bleeding more likely. “Spock okay?”

“Just a little temporary hearing loss,” Bones said, squeezing his arm. He led him over to another two biobeds. “Gregory and Kent took the brunt of it. But they’ll be okay.”

Jim smiled at the two men. “Good to hear. Get plenty of rest and do as the doctor says.”

“Yes, sir,” Gregory said.

Jim turned away and deliberately did not look back at the intimate embrace of his first officer and his girlfriend. “Guess I’m not needed here. I’ll go back to the bridge.”

“What’s wrong, Jim? You look seriously wiped.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Nah, it’s nothing. Bad day is all. I didn’t get much sleep. The replicators were broken this morning so I didn’t get breakfast or more importantly, coffee. I got chewed out by Admiral Kowalski. And it’s just been one disaster after another. I should have stayed in bed.” He shook his head. “As if!”

Jim went to the bridge and took his seat. “Ouch! Fuck.” He scrambled out of his chair and saw that he had just sat on his PADD. And now it was tweaked. “Damn it! Who put this in my chair?”

Sulu glanced back at him. “You did, Captain.”

“Great.” He grimaced and gestured to a yeoman that had just stepped onto the bridge. “Get this fixed or replaced or something.”

She took it from him with a sympathetic smile. “Yes, Captain. Sorry about that, sir.”

“Par for the course for today.”

“Would you like some coffee, sir?”

Jim frowned. “They fixed the replicators?”

“No, sir. But I brewed some myself.”

“Fresh brewed?” Jim got vaguely excited. “That would be great.”

She beamed. “Coming right up, sir.”

Jim was pretty happy, thinking at last something good was happening. That was until he tasted the coffee she brought him. It was filled with grounds. He barely refrained from keeping the wince off his face.

“Good, Captain?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks. Thank you, Yeoman. You’re a life saver.”

She practically glowed. “If you’d like, I can bring you my coffee from now on.”

“That’s really generous of you. Really. But I can’t put you out like that. We’ll just have to have this as a treat sometime.” He gave her his best smile. One that he’d been told galaxy wide could melt the coldest heart. Never seemed to work on Spock though.

“That would be wonderful, Captain,” she replied. “Thank you. Excuse me, sir.”

Chekov watched her go and then shook his head at Jim. “I could have told you her coffee is the vorst, Keptin.”

“Now he tells me.” He thrust the cup at Chekov. “Get rid of this, will you?”

By the time his shift was over and he finally got to leave, they’d engaged in a battle with a rogue freighter, Sulu had thrown up all over his console, and Jim had gotten a fucking cramp in his leg.

Oh and Uhura had returned to her station with a little hop in her step he did not want to know about.

When he stepped into his quarters, his headache was raging.

There was a message from his mother.

You know you could actually bother yourself with contacting me once in a while. I’m your mother. You’d think you’d care a little bit about all that I sacrificed for you. But no, you don’t give a damn about me. You are so ungrateful.

“Oh, sure,” Jim muttered. “That’s going to get me to contact you right away.” He erased the message.

Then saw the one from Admiral Kowalski.

We’re still not done, Kirk. I will speak with you later.

With his luck, he was probably getting court-marshaled.

He took all of his clothes off and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Only the water wasn’t working. He turned it to sonic. That didn’t work either.

“Fuck this!”

Jim contacted maintenance and they advised him they were ‘aware’ of the problem and were working on it. No estimation of when it would be fixed.

Back in his quarters, he pulled on his favorite pajama bottoms and a T-shirt. As he was putting on the pajama bottoms he noticed a hole along the seam of the crotch.

“Seriously?” Jim groaned and sat on his bed, holding his face in his hands. Maybe if he went to sleep he’d wake up to a better day.

His door buzzed and all he could think was that at least it wasn’t a damn red alert.

“Enter.”

To his surprise, Spock stepped inside, dressed in one of his brown meditation robes.

“Hey.” Then he remembered he was supposed to have hearing loss. “Did Bones release you?” he shouted.

Spock arched a brow. “There is no need to shout, Captain. My hearing has returned to optimal function.”

“Oh. Well, good. Then I guess he did.”

“Indeed.”

“What’s up then?”

“I came to check on you. The doctor said you came by but didn’t wish to interrupt my visit with Nyota.”

Jim nodded. “As you can see, I’m right as rain.”

Spock blinked at that but then he said, “I surmise that is not the truth. You do not look well.”

“Yeah? How so?”

Spock suddenly took several steps closer to him. It didn’t even occur to him to back up like he normally did. “You are paler than is usual. Your eyes are shadowed in darkness. You have fatigue lines around your mouth.”

“Well—”

Spock’s hand rose toward his face. “May I?”

“Uh. Sure?” Jim said, not even sure what he was agreeing to.

Spock’s fingers spread out over Jim’s face like for a meld. “I would ease your stress, Captain. It is painless.”

Jim nodded permission.

He was startled when only seconds later, Spock sucked in an audible breath.

“What?” Jim pulled back as Spock’s hand fell from his cheek.

The Vulcan was now staring at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. “You-you desire me.”

“What?”

“You are in love with me.”

“Oh, fuck me. Of course you saw that.  Could this day get any worse? Look, Spock it’s nothing you need—”

His words were cut off by Spock’s lips upon his. Warm and soft and excitingly demanding. Jim clutched at Spock’s robe as he moved impossibly closer. He was panting when Spock ceased the kiss to allow him to breathe.

“Spock, what—”

“I desire you, too.” Spock resumed kissing him. Spock’s hands had slipped down Jim’s back to grasp and hold onto Jim’s ass. Jim moaned into the kiss and pressed closer to Spock.

Jim broke the kiss this time, gulping in air. “But, Spock—”

“I am in love with you.”

This time Jim kissed Spock as Spock’s fingers squeezed his ass through his pajama bottoms. He slipped his hands inside Spock’s robe, feeling bare skin, and nearly fucking coming just touching Spock like this for the first time.

“God,” he said, nibbling Spock’s lips. “This is the best day ever.”

Flash Fic Friday, May 19, 2017

The conclusion of last week’s Flash Fic. This is the Make-Up

 

Jim went right to his shower when he returned from the mission. Well, after Bones had dismissed him from the medbay. He was sore and sad and wanted to drown in the water spray.

The mission had gone about as expected and there injuries but no fatalities at least. Jim’s injuries were perhaps the worst and even those weren’t that significant considering Bones had allowed him to go to his quarters.

Jim had asked and, after a moment where Bones appeared to be very ready to argue, he’d looked at Jim’s face and acquiesced.

He got out of the shower and pulled on pajama bottoms and a thin T-shirt. He was dog tired and extremely depressed. He missed Spock already and felt like a gigantic ass over their argument now. He’d fucked up. So badly that Spock had ended things between them.

Jim leaned against the wall of the bathroom, trying to fortify himself to face his bedroom alone. After a couple of minutes, he inhaled and exhaled, and then opened the door.

Spock stood there in the middle of his quarters.

Jim swallowed down his panic, his heartache, and took a step forward. “Spock I—”

“Jim.”

All of a sudden Spock moved and they met somewhere in the middle and as Jim reached for Spock, Spock reached for Jim. Their lips crushed against each other and Jim let out a desperate little mewl.

Spock’s arms came around him, holding him tight.

“I love you so damn much,” Jim said wetly against Spock’s throat.

“Ashaya,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry.”

Spock shook his head. “It is I who owe you the apology.” He pulled back and used his hand to tip Jim’s chin back so that their gazes met. “Do you forgive me?”

“Always.” Jim may have hiccupped. “Don’t leave me like that again.”

“I will not,” Spock promised. And he knew he could believe Spock, because his Vulcan would never promise something he would not keep. Spock’s gaze swept over him. “You were injured.” His thumb gently swept across Jim’s split lip.

“Minor.”

“I should have been there.”

“You can’t protect me from everything.”

“I wish to.”

Jim smiled, his heart so much lighter than before. “I know. Will you stay with me? I’m so wiped out I think I’ll be asleep inside five minutes, but…please?”

“I can be nowhere else.” Spock drew him close. “I belong at your side. And I will always care for you.”

Jim closed his eyes as Spock lifted him into his arms as though he weighed nothing and carried him toward the bed. As Spock laid him down, his heart leapt in his chest. His lips curved. “I am gratified.”

Flash Fic Friday, May 12, 2017

Kris and I decided to do the same prompt this week for our flash fics!

This week’s prompt…A Break Up. it will conclude next week!

“You know what? If you don’t like my command decisions, Commander, you can file a report,” Jim told Spock angrily. He pulled his gold shirt on over his head.

“You are being unreasonable.” Spock’s tone was as cold as it ever got.

“And illogical too,” Jim spat.

“Yes.”

Jim fixed his shirt and then tugged at the wrists. “See these stripes here? It means I’m the Goddamn Captain. I make the decisions.”

“Even if they are clearly wrong.”

“Even when they are clearly right.” Jim headed for the door of his quarters. “I don’t have time for this crap, Mister Spock. I’m due in the transporter room in less than five minutes.” He paused at the doorway, hands on hips, as he watched Spock going through the drawers and pulling out clothes. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I am removing my belongings from your quarters,” Spock replied, his voice clipped.

A muscle jumped in Jim’s jaw. “Oh. So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?”

“Indeed.”

“Well…good! Who asked you to move your stuff here anyway?” Jim snapped.

Spock stiffened. Or got more stiff. And the blank look that fell over his face made Jim realize that he’d probably just pushed Spock too far. It was true that Jim hadn’t “officially” asked Spock, but for the last three months they’d spent all of their time in Jim’s quarters. Little by little Spock had begun to move belongings over for easier access. And in fact, his Vulcan lyre even now hung on Jim’s wall.

“You are quite correct, Captain. You did not. My error.”

Jim opened his mouth to say something. Take it back or whatever. But the words got stuck in his throat. He was still pissed. And not at all in the mood to placate Spock.

Instead he crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the wall. “So, this is it, then?”

“Clarify.” Spock stepped over to the wall where his lyre was affixed and removed it.

His chest suddenly tightened and he had to swallow a couple of times before he could say anything. It was hitting him that this was pretty damn serious. Irreparable even.

“We’re breaking up.”

He meant it to come out softly, wistfully, but somehow it came out much harsher than that. It sounded cold and heartless.

“Affirmative,” Spock replied, his tone robotic and with a note of finality that made Jim’s heart squeeze. “I have sudden clarity at how much of a mistake it was to engage in such an inappropriate and one-sided relationship as this was.”

“Inappropriate and one-sided? Wait, what?”

“You are due in the transporter room.”

“I know but—”

“Now.” Spock straightened, all his belongings were held in his arms. And there were a lot, now that Jim stood there looking at him, holding everything. Three months’ worth of a life spent together. It had been stupid for Spock to go back and forth between their quarters. Or so it had seemed. “In fact, you are two minutes past schedule.”

As if on cue, there was a boatswain’s whistle. “Scott to Captain Kirk.”

“Kirk here.”

“Landing party’s waiting, sir.”

“I’ll be right there, Mister Scott.”

Spock nodded stiffly. “I am due on the bridge. If you will excuse me, Captain.”

Jim nodded back. “Sure.”

Spock walked past him and into the corridor. Jim let door close in his own face. For longer than he should, he just stood there. He’d pushed things too far. He knew it. Pushed Spock away. But Spock had been in the wrong too. Maybe Jim overreacted. But then—

Fuck it.

It wasn’t like he’d ever expected this…whatever…with Spock to last. Of course it wasn’t going to. And anyway, this was for the best.

One-sided.

Just which side did that apply to?

Flash Fic Friday, May 05, 2017

Today’s prompt was Hurt/Comfort.

It was a day like any other and it was stupid to think or feel otherwise. There was nothing special about it. Okay, well, there was to Jim. But not to anyone else. And most especially not Spock. In fact he’d think it was absurdly illogical for Jim to put any importance on it at all.

So Jim had vowed to keep his remembrance of what day it was completely to himself. Silently he held a little reverence for it but that was it.

And anyway, as days went, it ended up pretty much sucking.

He’d been sitting on the bridge for a couple of hours before he first started feeling horrible. It started out with his stomach twisting painfully and then turned into a terrible nausciousness. By the time Bones notified him that Ensign Martell had brought back the Dorivian Flu from shore leave, Jim knew he was in trouble.

He’d tried to ignore his ever worsening condition. Tried to hide it from those around him. But of course he couldn’t fool his first officer.

“Captain.”

Jim blinked rapidly and barely resisted running his hand over his face. He licked his lips. “Yeah?”

“You are ill.”

“No. No. No. I’m fine.”

Spock arched a brow. “You most certainly are not.”

“Seriously, babe, I’m fine.” Jim winced. He never called Spock an endearment on the bridge and Spock knew it.

Spock hit the comm. “Spock to sickbay.”

“McCoy here.”

“The captain has the flu.”

“I do not,” Jim protested.

“Bring the idiot here. McCoy out.”

Jim sighed and stood up and immediately fell into his first officer’s arms.

****

“You’re an idiot,” Bones grumbled as he helped Jim into his bed in his quarters.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You should have reported feeling sick earlier. Now I don’t have any beds.”

“Suits me fine, I don’t wanna lie around the morgue.”

“It’s sickbay.”

Jim made a face as Bones fluffed up his pillows and pushed him against them. “Same thing.”

“Not at all.” Bones stood back, hands on his hips. “I think you’ll live.”

“This isn’t going to infect Spock, is it?”

“Nah, they’re practically immune to everything. He’ll be fine. And it’s not like he’d stay away from you even if I told him to.”

Jim smiled faintly. Even now he could feel a slight warm buzz in the back of his mind where his bond with Spock was.

“Spit it out.”

“What?”

“You look all mopey.”

Jim scowled. “I’m sick.”

“Yeah, I know. But there’s something else.” Bones give him his best sympathetic look, which, of course, worked every time.

“It’s stupid,” Jim admitted.

“I’m sure it is. But what?”

Jim stuck his mottled tongue out at Bones. “Today’s…our anniversary.”

Bones frowned. “What anniversary? You only got bonded three months ago.”

“Not that. Um. It was a year ago, um, you know.”

“What?”

Bones.” Jim gritted his teeth. “The first time.”

“The first time what?”

Jim made a strangled noise.

Bones laughed. “I totally knew what you meant. I was playing with you.”

“Fucker.”

“Sorry to spoil your fun, Jim, but no sex today. Probably not for a week or so.”

“A week?”

“Believe me, you won’t even want it.”

The door to his quarters opened and Spock stepped in.

“Your shift over?” Jim asked.

“Indeed.” His gaze flicked to Bones.

“Yeah, he’s fine. I was just leaving. Bed rest, Jim, for forty eight hours. Seventy two off duty.”

“Seriously?”

“Don’t I look serious?” Bones walked out without another word.

Jim pouted. Spock didn’t seem to notice. He walked up to the top of the bed and re-fluffed Jim’s pillows the way he liked them fluffed.

“Thanks, babe,” Jim said with a smile.

“You are very pale.”

“I feel like crap,” Jim admitted.

“You should not have waited to advise me of your difficulties.”

There was definitely admonishment there.

“It came on all of a sudden.” Jim sighed. “I never really had much contact with Martell.”

“You are sensitive to any ailments or allergens. He was probably on the same deck as you.”

“Funny.” Jim huffed.

“Are you hungry, ashayam?”

“A little I guess. Bones says I can have broth.”

Spock nodded. “I am aware. He sent me a list of limitations.” Spock went and fetched him broth from the replicator and then returned with it.

Vegetable broth, Jim noted dryly.

Spock sat on the edge of the bed. “You are agitated.”

“Well.” Jim shrugged as he took a sip of the broth. “I hate being incapacitated.”

“I know.” Spock reached for Jim’s hand. “And on our anniversary.”

Jim’s eyes widened. “You-you know about that?”

“We share our minds, ashal-veh,” Spock reminded him gently. “But you are correct.”

“About?”

“You are illogical.”

Jim laughed. “I love you so much.”

Spock’s lips curved ever so slightly. “I reciprocate.”

Flash Fic Friday, April 28, 2017

Today’s prompt was a broken chair and a kiss. I went Mirror for this.

 

 

“What the hell did you do to my chair?” Jim demanded, as he stared at the lieutenant who just vacated the captain’s chair. It was now Jim’s shift time and he had arrived to find the right arm of the chair completely cracked.

“N-Nothing, sir,” the lieutenant said, turning a dark shade of red.

Nothing? That wasn’t that way when I left it!”

“I-I know, sir, but it just sort of happened.” He took a step back from Jim as though he thought Jim might strike him. Ridiculous. Of course. Well. He had thought of it briefly.

“Just sort of happened?” Jim pointed to the arm. “How does that just sort of happen?” He narrowed his eyes, assessing the man. “If you were doing things in my chair while on duty I’ll—”

“No! God no! No, Captain.” He was shaking his head frantically now. “I swear, sir.”

Jim’s jaw tightened as he flicked a quick glance at Spock, who predictably arched his brow in response.  “Very well. You’re relieved of duty.”

The lieutenant’s eyes widened and his mouth hung open. ”Relieved? But why?”

Jim struggled for patience. “Your shift is over, Biggins.”

“Oh.” He nodded, pulling at his collar. “Y-Yes. Thank you, Captain. I’ll just-I’ll just be on my way.”

Jim watched him go, even as Biggins spared one last glance at Jim as he departed, biting his lip as he did so. Jim shook his head. He glanced down at his broken chair with a grimace.

“I will order a repair crew to take care of it, Captain,” Spock spoke up from beside him.

“Thanks, Spock.” Jim sighed and took his seat, leaning away from the broken arm. “Am I that scary?”

“Sir?”

“That kid. He acted like I scared the crap out of him.” Not that Jim thought that was a bad thing, necessarily.

Spock quirked a brow. “He is not afraid of you in that way.”

“Then what the hell was that?”

“Captain, if I may,” Uhura said, coming over from her post. She exchanged a quick look with Spock. “Biggins has a crush on you.”

Jim laughed.

“It’s not a joke, Captain,” Uhura insisted.

“Why would he have a crush on me?”

She snorted and came forward to pat his face. “Really? You can’t think of any reason?” She rolled her eyes. “You’re the captain, so an authority figure, you’re Captain Perfect Hair, so there’s that—”

“You have really blue eyes,” Sulu said from his station even though Jim hadn’t even known he was listening.

“And that rakish scar by your eye,” Chekov added, almost leering.

“And then there is your posterior.”

Jim turned so fast to look at Spock he almost fell out of his chair. “What did you say?”

“I think he said—” Chekov began to say.

“That will be all, Ensign,” Spock said coolly.

Chekov winced.

Uhura smiled. “The point is, Captain, trust me, Biggins is nervous around you because he has a crush. So maybe you could be a little nicer to him? Just a thought?” She winked at him and then glanced in Spock’s direction. She winced. “Not too nice of course.”

Jim shook his head and frowned as she moved back to her station. He turned to look at Spock, but realized his first officer had returned to his station as well.

With a shrug, Jim began his shift by asking for a status report.

****

Hours later, Jim came out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist after his shower and glanced over to where Spock sat at the desk working on his terminal. “You totally said something about my ass on the bridge.”

Up went the eyebrow. “Would I say something about it on the bridge of all places?”

“Normally I would say no, but I heard you.” Jim chewed his lip. “I think so anyway.” He went over to the desk and sat in Spock’s lap. If they towel didn’t totally cover his ass, oh well. “You weren’t jealous because Uhura said Biggins has a crush on me, were you?”

Spock’s arms tightened around Jim. “There is no need. Everyone knows exactly who you belong to.”

“Only because you can’t keep your hands to yourself even in front of others.”

“You enjoyed everyone watching us,” Spock reminded him.

Jim shivered. He leaned in for a kiss. That was meant to be just light and playful, but quickly began to turn into something else entirely.

“I did, perhaps, order him to the booth,” Spock said casually.

Jim pulled back and looked into his first officer’s eyes. “The booth? For having a crush on his captain?” He cupped Spock’s bearded jaw.

“Mmm. He openly fantasizes about you. And I want everyone to be fully cognizant of what it means to cross me.”

“My scary Vulcan.” He glanced at the screen. “Whatever you’re doing can wait until you’ve finished fucking me.”

“Since we are about to begin shore leave I will not be finished fucking you for days.”

Jim shrugged. “How unfortunate for your reports.”

Spock’s fingers squeezed Jim’s ass. “And now it is time to show you just exactly who you belong to.”

“Biggins?” Jim teased.

Spock growled and lifted Jim onto the desk, his hand swatting Jim’s ass.

“Ouch! Ow. Okay, okay. You. I belong to you.”

“Do not forget it.”

And Spock made sure that Jim’s sore ass wouldn’t let him.

 

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