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Flash Fic, September 14, 2020

“Oh, God, I’m dying.”

Jim doubled over, clutching his stomach.

“I’ve been poisoned.”

He dropped down to one knee, one hand grasping on the porcelain bowl.

In the other room he heard Spock’s voice.

“Nyota, I believe we should contact medical help immediately.”

“Spock, he’s not actually dying.”

“Yes, I am,” Jim yelled.

“It’s hyperbole, Spock. You know what that is. Jim’s just had too much to drink.”

A long pause.

“Kirk, how much did you have to drink?” she yelled into the bathroom.

“Hardly any and it was poisoned.”

He heaved and his stomach contents went into the bowl.

“Nyota…”

“Spock, he’s fine. Go see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

Jim heaved again as he heard hurried footsteps.

“Jim, do I need to rush you to the hospital?”

Jim held up a finger and then emptied his stomach again.

“Jim?”

He leaned back, sitting on the floor and hugging the toilet.

“I’m okay, I guess.”

“If you require medical attention…

Jim sighed. “I probably don’t. You can go back to the other room. Or leave or whatever you want.”

There was a long pause.

“I do not want to leave. And I want to see you are returned to your dorm safely.” Another pause. “Then it was the alcohol consumption that caused this?”

Jim nodded. “Dad’s birthday. Stupid.”

“Do you think you are able to stand and be escorted home?”

He thought about it for a second and then nodded. “Yeah, with help.”

Spock reached down and lifted him to his feet effortlessly. Jim swayed a little and steadied himself by having a death grip on Spock’s arm.  

For a moment he met Spock’s gaze, but then he quickly looked away, afraid of the judgment he might see there.

They left the bar bathroom and it was Spock who made their goodbyes. Jim did notice he spoke low to Uhura, who had rolled her eyes, but then pushed Spock in Jim’s direction.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your evening.” Jim said, miserably.

“You did not.”

Jim knew he had, of course, but he fell silent and allowed Spock to almost carry him to his dorm. He was just grateful Bones had gone out with a lady friend for the night so he wouldn’t have to hear the doc tell him what a fool he was in front of Spock.

Spock opened the door for him and helped him inside.

“Do you need…”

Spock never got to finish because Jim made a break for the bathroom, dropping once more to his knees and heaving his guts.

He stayed in there for a while, even after he was done, hoping Spock would just leave and save him the embarrassment.

To Jim’s surprise when he came out, Spock was sitting at Jim’s small table, having a cup of tea.

“Uh.”

“You still look quite pale. Can you manage tea? I made you a cup.”

“Maybe.”

Spock gestured for Jim to sit at the other little chair. He did and wrapped his hands around the hot cup.

“And here I was trying to impress you,” Jim muttered. “Some dummy huh?”

Spock stared at him. “You were trying to impress me?”

“Uh-huh.” Jim laughed mirthlessly.

“Jim, I do not go to bars.”

“Well, okay, but…” Jim scrunched his face up, confused. “So why did you…”

Spock gave the barest hint of a smile. “Because I wished to spend time with you, Jim.”

“Oh.” Jim blinked, then smiled. “Oh.”

Flash Fic, September 07, 202

“If you’ll all please bring up the information I asked you to research for today’s lesson on quadrotriticale, we can get started.”

The blue-eyed sandy haired human professor standing in front of the class was definitely new, Spock realized. 

And absurdly attractive.

The entire class was staring at him and not at all the coursework.

Spock among them.

He glanced at the name written on the board in old-fashioned chalk.

James T. Kirk.

“Excuse me!” a student Spock knew was called Pavel Chekov yelled out to get the instructor’s attention.

“Yes?”

“Vhat happened to Professor Lansing? The old guy.”

Kirk shrugged. “He got sick so I’m taking over this class for the semester. Problems?”

“No, no.”

“Good, then we can get started.”

Kirk turned his back on the class to start some sort of slide program. Which seemed to fill the other students with relief as they turned to their PADDs.

Spock did not. His gaze zeroed in on…

Kirk turned around and suddenly narrowed his eyes as he looked toward Spock, who felt himself turn green with embarrassment. He dropped his PADD.

“What’s the matter with you?” Nyota hissed from beside him.

“Nothing,” Spock murmured.

But he could feel her eyes on him, and Spock swore everyone’s eyes were on him. That he had somehow been caught ogling the instructor’s ass.

When the class ended, Spock barely recalled what was said, and he scrambled to get up and out of the class. He made it to the door.

“Cadet Spock.”

Spock froze. He exchanged a look with a smirking Nyota, and he once more felt his cheeks go warm.

He waited until all the others turned away and left before facing Kirk.

“I…”

Kirk was smiling. He walked up to Spock and opened his arms.

“It’s been way too long.”

Spock went into his arms and closed his around Kirk’s. “Indeed. I-I didn’t know you were…”

“I know. It was a surprise.”

Their lips met and Spock murmured against that precious mouth. “It was. A very pleasant one.”

Kirk’s hand move up to come his cheek. “Hey. Were you staring at my ass?”  

Flash Fic, August 31, 2020

Here is my last “Summer” themed August flash. This is an alternate beginning to Star Trek 2009

“So…summer’s just about over.”

Spock eyed the blue-eyed blond haired man he’d spent most of the Earth’s summer months with. Tomorrow, Spock would be returning to San Francisco and his teaching position at Starfleet Academy.

James Kirk.

Just that day they’d lounged in bed at Jim’s farmhouse.

“Yes. Unfortunately, I must depart in the morning.”

“Yeah.” Jim licked his lips. “I know.”

Now Jim wanted to go to this “dive bar” as he called it. Spock recognized several Starfleet Academy recruits. A subject Jim had not wished to discuss with Spock. Something about his father and his mother.

Still it meant he might not see Jim again. Going to a bar their last night together was not his idea of a good time.

He put his hand on Jim’s arm. “I see Captain Pike. I would like to have a word with him. I will be in shortly.”

“Okay, gotcha. Want me to order you something?”

“Tea if they have it.”

Jim smiled and nodded and went inside.

****

Spock was just finishing up speaking with Captain Pike when someone came out from the bar. It was very loud inside.

“There’s a fight going on,” the man said.

Pike frowned. “A fight? What sort of fight?”

“A bunch of Starfleet dudes are beating the crap out of a guy in civilian clothes. I don’t know. He was being friendly to a woman and they went berserk. You may want to go in there if they’re with you. They’re giving that guy a pretty bad time.”

Spock knew Jim was somehow involved.

Pike and Spock rushed inside and sure enough the big brut called Hendorff was pummeling Jim in the face.

Pike whistled loudly and the fight abruptly stopped.

Spock moved forward and pushed Hendorff aside as he let Jim fall onto the pool table.

Pike moved toward Jim. “You all right, son?”

“You can whistle really loud,” Jim said, sounding pretty out of it.

Spock glared at Hendorff and the others. “You will be on report. This is not conduct becoming to a Starfleet cadet. Wait outside.”

They all rushed out.

Spock met the uncertain gaze of Nyota Uhura, who he knew from his recruitment of cadets. Spock helped Jim to straighten from the pool table.

“Do you need medical attention, Jim?”

Blood was pouring from Jim’s nose.

“No. No. I’m all right.”

“Actually, I’ll take care of Jim here, Spock. I’d like to have a few words with him,” Pike said, taking over holding Jim up. “Why don’t you take care of those recruits outside?”

Spock nodded. “Very well.” He squeezed Jim’s arm very gently. “I will be right outside.”

Jim smiled a little, though it was ghastly with the blood. “Okay. I’ll be okay.”

Spock turned to Uhura. ”Nyota, please come with me.”

She followed him outside the bar.

Uhura fidgeted. “That guy…you know him?”

“Yes. We have been engaged in a relationship since our arrival in Riverside.”

She blinked. “Oh.”

“I accompanied him to the bar but was delayed in entry. Will you explain what started the melee?”

“Well. Um. He approached me at the bar and offered to buy me a drink. I guess I thought he was hitting on me or whatever but maybe he was just being friendly. Anyway, those guys thought he was bothering me and even though I told them I could handle your friend, they got all macho and started a fight.”

“I see.”

“Your, uh, your friend kind of encouraged it a little by being sarcastic to them, but they were mostly at fault. I tried to get them to stop but then…”

“Then?” Spock prompted.

“One of them threw Kirk into me and he grasped my body, my breasts, and I got mad and threw him right back into them where they got even more crazy and started beating him.” She winced. “I’m sorry, Spock. I didn’t know he was your boyfriend or anything.”

“I suggest you leave here and be prepared to be on the shuttle to San Francisco first thing in the morning.”

“Will I be on report?”

“No. Though none of the circumstances were ideal, you do not appear to have taken part in the assault of the civilian, James Kirk. I trust you will conform yourself appropriately from now forward.”

“Yes. Yes. I will. Thank you, Spock. And I’m sorry about Kirk.” She hurried off and Spock turned his attention to the offenders.

****

Spock joined Jim in bed much later that night. “You are sure you are all right, Jim?”

“Yeah. Just a bit bruised. Nose hurts. But nothing broken.”

“I am sorry I wasn’t in there to stop it.”

Jim laughed. “It’s okay, Spock. They were looking for a fight. I was just stupid enough to egg them on.”

“What did Captain Pike have to say?” Spock said, as he leaned in to kiss the corner of Jim’s mouth.

“He wants me to enlist in Starfleet.”

Spock drew back, surprised. “And will you?”

Jim’s eyes were sparkling as he smiled. “What do you think?”   

Flash Fic, August 24, 2020

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“What’s going on, Jim?”

Jim opened his mouth to answer McCoy, but Spock beat him to it.

“We were out by the ocean of this planet—”

“Spock.”

Spock touched Jim’s hand. “And Jim decided he wished to surf.”

McCoy held up his hands. “Say no more. He biffed, right? Where’d you hit your head, Jim?”

“I…”

“He did not hit his head. He became overcome.”

Jim closed his mouth and gave Spock a look.

“Overcome?” McCoy frowned, holding up his tricorder.

“Faint. Heart racing at a rapid pace. Broke out into a sweat. Turned very pale.”

“Hmm. Jim, what did it feel like?”

“It was very hot out,” Spock replied. “He stated he felt nauseated and had a headache.”

“Is that right, Jim?”

Jim opened his mouth.

“His vitals are a bit off,” McCoy said. “When was the last time you ate something, Jim?”

“Not since last night at dinner. And then it was just a small salad.”

McCoy looked at Spock. “Unable to speak is he?”

“I can speak,” Jim said.

“Chest pain?”

“No. Just the heart racing.”

McCoy shoved a hypo into Jim’s neck. “You’re starting to return to normal. Probably a combination of things.”

“Such as?” Spock asked.

“Heat exhaustion, low blood sugar from lack of food, and a panic attack.”

“Uh.”

McCoy shook his head. “Go back to your hotel and rest. REST. And eat. And stay cool. And eat.” McCoy pointed at Spock. “You make sure. And calm down, Jim.”

“I can leave?”

“Yes.”

Spock helped Jim off the table and then escorted him out of the room and outside where they were having shore leave. Their hotel was only a short distance away from where McCoy had set up to examine Jim.

“What were you panicked about, ashayam?”

“Um. Well. I guess maybe it has been a while since I tried surfing and the waves were more than I anticipated.”

Spock could see that his mate was embarrassed. “Jim, you do not have to show off for me.”  

“I know.”

“I hope that you do. For the rest of today, you will sit in our room and I will pamper you, feed you,  and make sure you do not overdo anything.”

“I don’t need…you know what? Yes.” Jim sagged against Spock. “I’d love that. I need that. And God, thank you, for your love.”

“Always.”  

Flash Fic, August 17, 2020

“You were correct, Captain. This has indeed been fun in the sun.”

Jim looked at his first officer. Looking didn’t hurt, at least.

“Sarcasm, Spock?”

The Vulcan stared back at him with what Jim could only categorize as Vulcan insolence. It was particularly sharp and hurty.

And sure, he guessed, he had it coming. He winced when he heard a noise from the other side of him.

“Well, gee, Jim, do you think it might be because the three of us are burnt to a crisp from head to toe?”

“Trust me my burning flesh has reminded me of that. Energize.”

They reappeared on the transporter room of the Enterprise.

“Welcome back aboard, Cap’n,” Scotty greeted them. “I trust you had a relaxing shore…oh, aye, what happened to you lads?”

“We fell asleep,” Bones yelled. “Oh let’s have some drinks while we lie out on the sand under the hot sun’s rays.”

Jim grimaced. “Well I…”

The transporter doors opened and Uhura strode in.

“There you guys are. You’re a little late and I…wait. What the hell did you do to my boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyfriend.” Jim scowled at her.

But she came forward and helped Spock off the transporter. He moved as awkwardly and painfully stiff as he and Bones.

“I don’t know what was in those drinks,” Bones was saying, “but they knocked us off our asses. We fell asleep and you see the result of that.”

“Aye, a cooked lobster comes to mind.” Scotty glanced at Spock. “Er, ‘cept you, Commander. Uh, not sure what to make of you.”

Spock glared at the engineer balefully but he didn’t say a word. He’d had very little to say since they’d awakened on the beach.

“You got drunk and fell asleep, Spock?” Uhura asked him.

“Negative. I had decided to meditate and…”

“He fell asleep, too,” Bones added when it seemed that Spock wasn’t going to continue.

Jim nodded. “There was this nice ocean breeze and well…we were all kinda tired.”

“Idiots,” she muttered. “Come on, Spock.”

Jim opened his mouth to protest her splitting with his boyfriend, decidedly not ex, but one look at Spock’s stony face made him shut his mouth again. Instead he turned to Bones.

“You have something that can fix this right?”

“Such as?”

“A spray or something that puts us back to normal.”

“You haven’t been normal since…”

“Bones,” he whined.

Bones sighed. “I have a spray that will give you some relief but you’re going to have to deal with this for a few days, Jim.”

“I can’t wear my damn uniform over this burning hot flesh.”

“I’ll put you out for forty-eight hours. You too, Spock. And me.” Bones sighed again. “Come to the medbay and I’ll spray you down.”

“Okay.”

Jim walked with his legs kind of bowed so his stinging red skin didn’t have to touch as he trundled after Bones.

****

He’d been in his quarters wearing the tiniest pair of briefs he could find, and nothing else, with the temperature set to Delta Vega, when there was a light tap at his door.

“Enter” formed on his lips before he realized he should ask who the hell it was considering his state of undress, but it was too late and the door slid open.

“Spock.”

Well, at least Spock had seen him naked, so that wasn’t a problem.

“It is extremely cold in here,” Spock said, flatly.

“Er yeah. Computer raise temperature twenty percent.” He surveyed his boyfriend. He hoped his boyfriend. “You look improved.”

Spock nodded. “It still hurts but it is manageable.”

Jim took a step back when Spock approached him. “No offense. I love you a huge amount but I think touching me right now would probably kill me.”

“Doctor McCoy—”

“An exaggeration. But yeah. I mean the spray helped. And he gave me some to keep applying but I gotta say, I’m damn miserable. I’m sorry, Spock.”

“You are not to blame.”

Jim closed his mouth. Opened it. “I’m not?”

“Of course not. I blame Doctor McCoy.”

“Bones? What…you know what?” Jim smiled. He walked close to Spock and leaned in to kiss him. That didn’t hurt, at least. “Me too. I agree to blame Bones.”

Spock arched a brow but did not respond to that. Instead his gaze went to the bed. “Am I permitted to sleep here tonight?”

“You’re always permitted to sleep here. Want something cool to drink?”

Spock nodded. “Yes.”

Yep, still his boyfriend. And despite the sunburn, Jim felt good.    

Flash Fic, August 10, 2020

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“Good God, it’s hot and muggy here.” Jim wiped his brow with the cooling cloth Bones had given him. Cooling cloth, his ass. It didn’t do a damn thing.

“Georgia in August, Jimmy. What did you expect when you agreed to come with me?”

Jim eyed the old house. “Central air. Please tell me you have that at least.”

Bones chortled. “Course it does.” Bones stopped just at the front door. “Listen, you sure you’re okay?”

“Sure. Almost as good as new.”

“I know. Physically, of course I know. But about Spock…”

“Hey, it’s fine. No problem. We don’t even have to mention old pointy ears.”

“We, uh, sure, but…”

“He’s the one who decided to go to New Vulcan for three weeks instead of spending time with me, so just…drop it.”

Bones pursed his lips. “If you say so.”

“I do. We’re spending the next few weeks having fun in the sun. Or you know in central air. Bars with air and tropical drinks. Pools. Waterfalls. Lovely ladies. Cute guys.”

“What about Spock?”

“Oh, will you leave it? It’s not like I’m going to…”

Bones opened the front door.

Jim stepped inside.

A Vulcan stood there with a quirked eyebrow.

“Spock!”

Jim rushed at Spock throwing his arms around the Vulcan, who wrapped his arms around Jim and pulled him close.

“So much for fun,” Bones said.

“Bones, you devil. You set this up.”

“Ya think?” Bones made a grumpy face. “Happy anniversary or whatever.”

Jim released Spock and hugged Bones. “You old softie.”

“Yeah, yeah, about those drinks.”

Jim returned to Spock and kissed him.

“Old pointy ears?”

“Uh.”

“Lovely ladies, Cute guys?”

“I’ll make it up to you. Blow job later?”

“I can hear you!” Bones yelled from the kitchen.

Jim laughed, grabbed Spock’s arm and led him toward the kitchen. “This is going to be great!”

Flash Fic, August 03, 2020

This was a prompt from J. Thank you!

“Paradise for three days, Bones. This is going to be so great,” Jim said to his best friend as they were preparing to go down for shore leave.

They were headed to the transporter room.

Bones looked behind him and spotted Spock walking several paces away from them.

“You know Spock broke up with Uhura.”

“Yep, he told me.”

“And?”

Jim laughed. “What?”

“Think you should invite him to join us?”

“Huh? What for?”

Bones sighed. “I don’t know. He’s by himself. Uhura’s partying with a new group of friends.”

“He doesn’t go on shore leave.”

“I think he’s going this time. He told me he has trunks.”

Jim frowned. “What?”

“Yeah. Swim trunks. And he was asking what we were doing.”

Jim stopped and leaned against the bulkhead. “Swell.”

“Jim.”

“Well, come on. I mean, I know we’re friends and all, but he’s going to crimp everything. I’m planning on getting laid.”

“You’re always planning on that.”

“I’ve already made an assignation with that Commodore from the Constellation. He’ll be there too.”

“What? That big beefy dude? Yule?”

“Yeah, that’s him. What can I say, Bones? I like the built, muscular ones. Why do you think I could never go for someone scrawny like you?” He pushed Bones.

“You wish you could have a chance with me.” Bones looked behind them. “Here he comes. Let’s ask him.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Fine.” Jim smiled and turned to his first officer. “Spock, there you are. We’ve been waiting for you.”

“Waiting?”

“You’re coming down to shore leave with us and I won’t take no for an answer.”

Spock nodded. “Very well, Captain. I will go and get my belongings and will meet you down there.”

Jim patted his arm. “Meet us at the pool of the hotel we’re staying at, Mister Spock. I plan to be sitting under an umbrella sipping something tropical in no time.”

“I will be there.”

Jim watched Spock walk away toward the turbolift. He turned to Bones. “You owe me.”

“You like Spock.”

“Sure, I do. On the ship when he’s saying sciencey things to me.”

“That’s not a word.”

“Sure it is. I just said so.” Jim entered the transporter room. “But down on shore leave when I’m getting me some? Not so much. And he’s liable to sit there moping over his breakup when I’m trying to have some fun.”

“Wow, Jim, you’re in rare asshole form.”

“Well, come on, Bones. This is Spock. Well, whatever, the two of you aren’t going to keep me from having Yule. I’ve been planning this for a while.”

Sometime later, Jim was in his own swim trunks, sitting beside Bones under an umbrella by the hotel’s lagoon, sipping on a pineapple daquiri. He was attempting to contact Yule when Bones nudged him.

“Here’s Spock.”

“Mmm. Good.”

“Captain. Doctor.”

Jim finally looked up to see Spock standing next to their table. He blinked rapidly, lowered his sunglasses.

Spock was ripped. Muscular. Adonis.  

And Jim was staring like a lovestruck fool.

“Captain?”

“Uh.”

“Jim? Something wrong?” Bones asked.

“Hiya, Spock.” Jim licked his lips. Rubbed the back of his neck. He suddenly felt like covering himself in the face of such magnificence. Without thinking it through, he lowered his gaze to the trunks Spock wore. He didn’t fail to notice Spock’s significant package. “Holy shit.”

“Captain?”

Jim’s gaze flew up quickly to Spock’s face. He slammed down his sunglasses over his eyes. But of course that wouldn’t hide the reddening of his skin that showed his absolute mortification.

“Want-want a drink?”

“A virgin margarita would be acceptable.”

Jim felt his own cock jump at the word virgin and he felt even more in some kind of surreal place.

“Fl-flavor?”

“Strawberry. I am going into the pool for a swim.”

Jim watched Spock’s tight round ass as he walked away from their table. He watched him get on the diving board and he watched him dive into the pool. He watched…

“Jim, your communicator is buzzing.”

Jim kept staring at Spock as he swam.

“It’s Yule.”

“Who?” Jim asked, absently.

“Sorry, he’s not interested,” he heard Bones say.

Jim took a sip of his daquiri, watched Spock.

“Should I go get him the margarita?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Jim, what’s wrong with you?”

“Spock’s really really hot.”

Bones snorted. “I’ll never understand you as long as I live. I’ll be back with the drinks, Romeo. You want another daquiri?”

“Uh-huh.”

Bones left their table and Jim continued to watch Spock.

He was screwed. Seriously screwed.

He wanted Spock. And he wanted Spock, badly.

What the hell was he going to do about it?

Flash Fic, July 27, 2020

This one is a revisit of the TOS OMS in Every Hour Has Come to This

Jim slept in these days. More than he used to.

He remembered a time when he was up before the sun, and then with the sun, and often before his husband, Spock. But those days had faded away now. And often he woke long after the sun and his husband rose.

This time he got out of bed mostly because he was hot and sweaty. This promised to be a scorcher of a day. Not that surprising in July.

But it made for uncomfortable sleeping.

He went into the bathroom, peed, and then turned on the shower. He made it warm, because he didn’t particularly care for cool showers, even in summer.

Jim smiled to himself as he soaped up. Just yesterday they’d been in the main town doing their usual shopping and Spock had made rather derisive remarks about the store’s advertisement.

“Christmas in July.”

“It’s a gimmick, Spock.”

“Hmm.”

They’d passed by the display of fake snow, gnomes, and garlands. Later, Jim considered going back for one of the gnomes he’d thought was kind of cute, but he never got back over to the display.

He did pick up some gingerbread cookies, though. Since he’d gotten older, he’d developed a terrible sweet tooth.

After his shower, Jim put on some loose fitting pants, that sweet tooth did not help his waistline, and a T-shirt. No flannel in July, thank you very much.

He made his way down the stairs, using the bannister more than he used to, of course.

Spock was putzing around the kitchen. In a few days, Spock would be leaving for three weeks to attend to the duties that surrounded his ambassadorship. Jim didn’t look forward to it. He could handle the time alone, but yeah, he’d miss Spock. A lot.

As he approached the kitchen he spotted something on the dining room table.

His mouth broke out into a huge grin.

“Spock!”

It was the ridiculously cute gnome he’d considered at the store, sitting on the table next to Jim’s coffee cup.

Spock turned and arched a brow. “A poor substitute for my company for three weeks, but…”

Jim came to him and gave him a big kiss. “Still. I love you. Thank you.”

“You are welcome Jim.”

Flash Fic, July 20, 2020

This revisits the Kirk and Spock from You Were Meant for Me

When Jim walked into their apartment he was already speaking.

“Oh, my God, it’s hotter than Vulcan out there. Or, you know, what I imagine it to be.”

And Jim was bright red and sweating.

Spock frowned minutely. “Are you overheated?”

“Well. Yeah.” Jim looked past Spock, who had been waiting in front of the door for Jim to arrive. “Why is Bugby sitting on a pile of fake snow on the dining room table? And what’s that in his lap?”

Bugby was Jim’s stuffed purple bear. The second one of course. Spock had replaced the first one Jim had ruined with his tears. Over Spock. But those were memories Spock did not wish to visit.

“It is replicated snow rather than fake and it is quickly melting.”

Jim walked over to the table and stared at his bear.

“My apologies it is so hot the snow is melting too fast. I hope I did not get him too damp.”

“What the…?” Jim scooped Bugby up. He pulled out the little envelope with his name on it. “What’s this, sweetheart?”

“A surprise.”

Jim laughed. “Apparently. Why the snow?”

Now Spock was a little embarrassed, really. He felt foolish for his ideas. He cleared his throat. “Christmas in July” he spoke softly.

“What was that?”

Spock pursed his lips. “Christmas in July. You are enjoying my discomfort.”

“Only a little.” Jim leaned over and kissed him. “You’re so cute. What’s the note say?”

“Read it.”

Jim took out the slip of paper and scanned it.

Spock knew what it said. Had written it. And had re-read what he had written at least a hundred times. Illogical of course.

Jim, ashaya, I will always worship you. Merry Christmas in July. Please go to the bedroom.

Jim grinned. Waggled his brows. “Now that’s the kind of present I like. My Vulcan fucking me in bed.”

“Jim…”

“I really need a shower to cool down first though. I’m sooo hot.”

Jim kissed him again and then turned to head toward their bedroom. Spock glanced toward the kitchen where he’d left the container of peppermint ice cream on the counter to soften. With tinsel next to it.

“Foolish Vulcan,” he muttered.

He went into the kitchen and returned the ice cream to the freezer. He followed Jim to the bedroom.

He was in time to see Jim standing in front of their bed, mouth hanging open at all the holiday garland and tinsel Spock had decorated with.

In the middle of their bed was a ring box. Spock knew the moment Jim’s gaze landed there.

He turned to gape at Spock. “Spock, I…”

“You were…are…meant for me. Will you…?”

Jim reached down and lifted the small black box into his hand. He lifted the lid and gasped at the sight of the platinum band within.

“Yes.”

“Does that mean…?”

“It means everything.” Jim had thrown his arms around him and was kissing him all over. Spock did not mind.

“A bond and a marriage and…”

“Everything.”

Spock pulled him close, held him. He had no intention of letting him go for a very long time.

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