Finally, right?
Spock bristled as they entered the drinking establishment Kirk had insisted they go to after their somewhat disastrous afternoon at a museum Spock invited his captain to attend with him while they were on shore leave.
Kirk had been in a bad mood most of the day and Spock felt drinking would hardly help the situation.
“That was like the worst place ever,” Kirk grumbled as he approached the bar.
Spock was losing patience with his complaints.
“You did not have to attend with me. It was your choice.”
“Believe me, I regret it. Mazebelian Cocktail, please,” Kirk said to the bartender.
“That has three different kinds of hard liquor,” Spock pointed out.
“Trust me, I need it.” His captain downed the drink in three quick gulps. He signaled for another. “I’m never letting you pick where we go again.”
Jaw muscle clenched tight, Spock snapped, “There will be no further invitations from me.”
Kirk looked past Spock to a blonde woman at the end of the bar who was giving him the eye. “Great. So I can avoid being bored to tears.”
He finished his second drink, slammed credits on the bar and headed over to the blonde woman. After a few minutes of conversation, during which she put her hand on his arm, they headed out of the bar and, presumably to Kirk’s hotel room.
“Want anything, pal?” the bartended asked, scooping up the captain’s credits.
“Thank you, no.” Spock turned to leave when he noticed Kirk’s small personal PADD left on the barstool next to where Kirk had sat. Spock picked it up and found that it was open to an email.
I regret to inform you that our investigation has found that your brother, George Samuel Kirk, was shot and killed fifteen years ago on the planet, Altoos.
Spock took the PADD with him and left the bar.
***
In the morning, Spock knocked on his captain’s hotel room door. He only hoped that the blonde woman had already left.
Kirk opened the door dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, looking freshly showered. “Spock. Come in.”
Spock did and was relieved to see that the hotel room seemed empty besides Kirk.
Kirk closed the door and turned back to Spock. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for yesterday. It was not a good day.”
“I also wish to apologize.”
“You? What for?”
Spock held up Kirk’s PADD. “I…may have seen personal information you would not want me to see.”
Kirk smiled slightly and took the PADD. “No, it’s all right. I would have probably told you about it eventually.”
“You were looking for your brother?”
“Yeah. Mom and I wanted to find him. I guess we did.” He sighed.
“I grieve with thee,” Spock said, quietly.
“Thanks.” Kirk blew out a breath. “So, anyway, I know I was being a shit yesterday. You didn’t deserve that.”
“Your…companion has departed?”
“My companion? Oh. No. I mean, that didn’t…I didn’t spend the night with her, Spock. I sent her away. We didn’t hook up.”
“Oh.” Spock thought about it. “I thought when you left together…”
Kirk nodded. “I wanted you to think that. But…no. I know that maybe something between the two of us may never happen, probably won’t really, but I don’t want even the slightest chance to be ruined because I hooked up with some random somebody.”
Spock frowned. “Why?”
“Why?” Kirk laughed at that. “I might as well tell you the truth. I’m totally in love with you and have been for…a long time…I don’t really need to go into how long. I figured you had to know by now. Anyway, I know you don’t feel the same way, but as illogical as it probably is, some part of me is holding out hope that someday—”
Spock pushed him against the wall and started kissing him. Hard.
Kirk tore his mouth away. “Spock, what—”
“You talk too much, Jim.” And he kissed the words away until Kirk had his arms around Spock’s neck and he was practically crawling up Spock’s body.
But then…
“Wait!”
“What for?” Spock demanded.
“We’re meeting the others for breakfast this morning,” Kirk reminded him.
Spock shoved an available hand into his front pocket, which wasn’t easy as he was unwilling to put space between them and removed his communicator.
“Spock?” Uhura responded almost immediately. “Where are you and the captain? We’re waiting.”
“I am afraid some business has come up and we are going to be thirty minutes—”
Kirk shook his head.
“An hour late.”
Kirk smiled his approval and pulled Spock back into the kiss.
“An hour? What are we supposed to do for an hour?”
Spock sighed. “Have a mimosa or a bloody mary. Spock out.”
And then he hiked up Kirk until his legs were wrapped around Spock’s waist and he carried him to the bed.
“Might be ninety minutes,” Kirk murmured.
“Might be lunch.”
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