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Happy Independence Day 2021

A little mini flash for your enjoyment…

 “So, what do you think?”

Spock turns his gaze away from the display exploding over the water in the distance.

“It is a dazzling display,” Spock agrees. “Though a waste of resources.”

Jim smiles, moving closer. He puts his hand under Spock’s forearm. Spock continues to stare into his eyes. In Spock’s dark eyes, Jim swears he sees the reflection of the fireworks over the city.

“You’re missing the show,” he murmurs.”

“What I am looking at is far more beautiful than the fireworks.”

“Oh, now you’re trying to get me into bed with you.”

Spock nods which just makes Jim’s smile widen.

He turns to gaze at the explosion of blue, red, yellow, pink. It’s beautiful over the ocean. And weirdly he feels closer to Spock in that moment than he had ever felt before. He is aware Spock continues to watch him. It’s exhilarating to have the Vulcan’s riveted attention.

Jim looks at Spock again, lowering his lashes flirtatiously.

“I’m at your mercy,” he says, softly.

Spock puts a hand, just his fingers, really, on Jim’s jaw, tilting his face upward for Spock’s kiss. Jim has heard Vulcans kiss with their hands, but Spock kisses this way and each time it’s like the renewal of life.   

“Come, a bed awaits us.”

Jim spares a last glance at the fireworks display and allows himself to be led inside. It will be their first time and the anticipation nearly has him undone.

Spock glances around the room. “What is Christmas in July?”

Jim laughs,, tugs him toward the bedroom. “I’ll tell you later.”

Christmas in July, Post 1

As requested. this involves the characters from my Trading Places fic.

If you will recall, it inspired three pieces of fan art too

Fan Art 1

Fan Art 2

Fan Art 3

Hope you enjoy this holiday look at Tiberius, Zachary, Jim and Spock

“I’m bored.”

Zachary did not look up from the task he was attending to that afternoon.

“You are always bored, Tiberius” he replied.

Tiberius lounged naked on their bed. He rested on his back and stared at the ceiling while he threw a small rubber ball into the air to then catch it repeatedly.

Less than an hour ago, Zachary spent a great deal of time making sure Tiberius was not bored. But that time had come again, and Zachary actually had work to do assigned to him by the King of Woldron, Tiberius’ father.

“Well…amuse me.”

Zachary snorted. “I think not. Go find something to do. Preferably with clothes on.”

“You’re no fun.” His prince’s tone was petulant.

“That is not the tune you were singing a short time ago,” he said wryly.

Tiberius sat up. “How long do think the talents of your magic cock last?”

Zachary shook his head. He chose not to answer that one.

Tiberius got out of bed then, but to Zachary’s annoyance, he came to stand behind Zachary, and then, lean on his shoulders to see what he was doing.

“Do you mind?”

“Only a little.” Tiberius smirked, kissed Zachary’s neck, and then dramatically took himself off to get dressed.

“Oh, and my darling prince, do try to stay out of trouble.”

A door slammed and Zachary sighed.

****

Jim Kirk looked at his terminal with a frown. “Lieutenant, did you say the transmission is from Woldron?”

“Yes, Captain. It does not appear to be a distress signal,” Uhura replied. “Should I tell them you aren’t available?”

“Yes,” Spock said coolly from beside him.

Jim gave him a look. “No, Uhura. Patch it through.”

“I do not like the royal family of Woldron.” Spock sniffed.

“Didn’t you almost sleep with Tiberius?”

“I did no such thing.”

“Shh.”

Prince Tiberius himself appeared on Jim’s screen. He was dressed all in frilly satin and his bejeweled crown was askew on his head. He held a golden goblet. Really, he looked quite ridiculous.

“To what do we owe this…uh…honor, Tibby?”    

The prince rolled his eyes. “No one calls me that.”

Jim grinned. “I know.”

Tiberius replied, “I’m bored.”

“So?”

“My husband suggested I find something to do, so…”

“Well, his husband suggests you look elsewhere for entertainment. The captain is busy commanding a starship.”

Tiberius chuckled and then waved. “Hi there, Spock. Long time no see.”

Spock stared stonily at him.

“My my. He’s gotten stuffier over the years, hasn’t he?”

“Well…” Jim looked at Spock. “Why don’t you go, uh, sit over there, Spock?”

“I am fine where I am, Captain.”

Tiberius took a drink and then said, “What’s that tree with lights behind you?”

“A Christmas tree,” Jim replied. “It’s the Christmas season.”

“Christmas? Woldron doesn’t do Christmas.” Tiberius leaned forward eagerly. “Is it fun?”

“Well, sure. You sing carols and have presents and drink peppermint mochas and…”

“Hmm. I would like to try it. Perhaps we should switch again?”

“Over my dead body,” Spock snapped. “Fortunately, the Enterprise is not near enough to your location for such nonsense to take place.”

Tiberius pouted. Jim decided then and there he would never pout again. The prince looked like a spoiled child. Well, he was. Spoiled anyway.

“You used to be a little fun,” the prince said with a sigh. “Still think I’d make a great Starship captain.”

“You make a fine prince, Your Highness,” Spock said, a little more kindly. “Your planet and your husband are indeed lucky to have you.”

“You think so?”

“I do. And we are even more lucky Woldron is so far away. Goodbye, Your Highness.”

Jim laughed as Spock disconnected the transmission. “Where were we?”

“I believe you were about to kiss me under the plant fungus.”

“Mistletoe, Spock. Sheesh.” But he pulled Spock down into his lap, held the mistletoe over their heads and laid one on.

****

Zachary had been called away by King George, but when he returned to the chambers he shared with Tiberius, he could smell…cookies? He thought they were cookies. Some sort of spiced cookies. And then he heard music.

“Hark the Herald, Angels Sing…”

And Tiberius was singling along at the top of his lungs.

Zachary pushed open the doors.

He was greeted by Tiberius, dressed from head to toe in green and red ribbons, one even discreetly covering his cock. His face sparkled as though it was covered in glitter. In the corner of their bedroom was a giant Earth pine tree decorated with ornaments and garlands. He’d seen pictures of this sort of thing. There was a…

“Tiberius…is that a reindeer?”

Tiberius looked at the animal feeding in another corner of the room. “Yes. Otherwise known as a Caribou, I guess. It’s Christmas!!!”

“That is a live creature. How did you…?”

“Magic, of course. Merry Christmas!”

“We do not celebrate Christmas.”

“We do now.” Tiberius threw his arms around Zachary. “Come on. Unwrap me, I’m your present.”

Zachary smiled and kissed him. “You are indeed my most precious gift.”  

Christmas in July Begins Tomorrow

But in this meantime…

This is for Jamie’s birthday. Sorry it’s not very long but at least you get something. This is a sorta Friends/Spirk fusion, ha ha

“Wait,” Sulu exclaimed. “Who’s the father? Er, you know, other parent.”

Jim Kirk had just announced to his Academy friends at the coffee house they met at regularly that he was pregnant. He didn’t seem terribly happy about it. Or unhappy for that matter.

All around the table the friends stared at Jim, waiting.

Uhura, McCoy, Sulu, and Rand.

Jim shook his head. “I haven’t told him yet. I’m going to wait to tell you after.”

“Oh, come on, Jim,” Rand protested. “That’s not fair!”

“It’s perfectly fair. I promise. As soon as he knows, I’ll let you all know.”

Uhura humphed. “At least tell us how far along you are.”

“Just about a month,” Jim admitted. “And I haven’t really seen him much since that night.”

“One-night stand then?” Uhura wrinkled her nose. “That’s going to be awkward.”

“Not exactly. He sorta left San Francisco right after that to, uh, deal with some family issues. He’s just getting back.”

McCoy eyed the charcoal gray sweater Jim clutched in his hands. “What’s that?”

Jim looked down at it. “Oh. Um. That’s…he left his sweater that night. I figured I’d give it to him at the same time I tell him.”

McCoy fingered the sweater. “Nice material. Not cheap. And there’s something kinda familiar about that sweater.”

“It’s a popular sweater,” Jim said in a rush. “Lots of guys have it.”

Sulu stroked his chin. “You know, I think I saw Gary Mitchell with a sweater that looked like that.”

Rand groaned. “Oh, Jim. Please tell me it’s not Mitchell.”

Jim opened his mouth to reply when the idiot himself appeared.

“Someone say my name?” Mitchell grinned at them. He was not among their group. But Jim had briefly went out with him. It was over some time ago though.

Sulu pointed at the sweater Jim held. “Jim has your sweater, Gary.”

Mitchell looked over. “That’s not my sweater.” He opened the leather jacket he wore to show that he wore a charcoal gray sweater. “Duh. This is my sweater.”

“Thank God,” Uhura muttered. “Get lost, Gary. No one’s talking to you.”

“Whatever, man.”

But he did leave.

“I could have told you it wasn’t Gary,” Jim said.

“Hmm,” Bones said. “I have seen that sweater though. Where…”

The door of the coffeehouse opened, and they all craned their necks to see who had come in when they noticed Jim’s eyes widen.

Bones swore. “Well, damn. Now I know who.”

Jim rose from the couch. “Hush.”

They watched him walk over to the guy who had come in.

“Hi Spock. Got a minute?”

If you’ve ever seen Friends, I sorta of borrowed this bit from when Rachel was pregnant with Ross’ child. Happy Birthday, Jamie!

Flash Fic, July 31, 2020

When I think of Going Boldly, it’s hard to believe I wrote 114,00 word fic in five months. But I did. And so I thought I’d choose them as my last Kirk and Spock to revisit for my July flashes.

It was nearly ten at night as Jim stood outside the rented cabin in Aspen, gazing up at stars that seemed so very far away.

It was light though. Being July. It was beginning to show signs of getting dark, but still he could see pretty well everywhere.

The door of the cabin opened.

“Ashaya?”

“Yep. Out here, babe.”

Jim waited for Spock to join him, smiling all the while.

“Your Christmas tunes are still playing in there,” Spock said, with a barely contained reproach to his tone. “And your egg nog martini is waiting.”

Jim laughed softly. “I know. Sorry to make you crazy.”

“That you have been doing for a number of years.” Spock searched his face. “You received a troublesome message?”

“Lisa Michaels has died.”

“Your counselor back on the Enterprise.”

Jim nodded. “Yeah. I mean obviously I hadn’t seen her for years. But…I’m sorry for her. And her family.”

“Natural causes?”

“Yeah. She was good at her job. She told me at the end of the first mission she intended to put in for the second one.”

Spock frowned a little. “I don’t recall her then.”

Jim gave him a sad smile. “She wasn’t. See, when she told me, we joked about whether I would approve her or not and she was sure I would but…”

“You did not,” Spock guessed.

“I did not, yeah. I had a bit of a bastard moment then. And rejected her.” Jim sighed and turned into Spock’s arms. “I regretted after but by then it was too late. I never talked to her again either. Bones sent me the message about her death. She wanted me to talk about things I just…I talked to you about them.”

“I know, adun. And I am sure that she understood.”

“Maybe.” Jim kissed him. “Let’s go back inside. I want that egg nog martini and I’m in the mood for some Christmas music.”

“In July.”

Jim laughed again. “Yep. Come on, babe. Love you.”

“And I you. Always.”

And that is a wrap for the July flashes.

Hope you enjoyed them!

Flash Fic, July 29, 2020

Today we revisit Didn’t We Almost Have it All

Spock considered that, really, he was lucky. A strange idea for a Vulcan to consider, but one he did, nevertheless.

Because in spite of his many mistakes over the years, and miscalculations, his T’hy’la was seated across from him currently concentrating very hard on his PADD.

Jim had recently taken on duties from Starfleet. From their home. Jim still didn’t or wouldn’t travel much. But what he did do for them seemed to help him a bit.

“More coffee?”

“Hmm? Oh. No. Um. Thank you.” Jim hadn’t looked up.

Spock stood and went into the kitchen for more tea. He looked out the kitchen window. It was raining. There was a bit of thunder and lightening too. The humidity was not particularly comfortable either.

It was then that he noticed a tiny, worn, faded sticker at the bottom right of the window. With a frown, Spock leaned in to look at it. It appeared to be an image of the mythical Santa Claus, but much of the face was missing. Over the top of the image were faded words Christmas in July. Or at least Spock thought that’s what it said.

“Jim?”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“There is an old sticker here on the window.”

“What?” Jim finally looked up from his PADD over to where Spock stood. “Oh. That. Yeah. That was from…” He scrunched up his face. “Think I was five.”

“That long ago?”

Jim stood up from his PADD and walked over to Spock, who wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. “Yeah. There was a festival in the city. Not Riverside. Iowa City. Mom took us. That was all before…Frank. Anyway, I got that sticker. I stuck it on the window when she wasn’t looking. She got mad, but she couldn’t manage to get it off either.” He shrugged. “Been there ever since.”

“Do they still have a Christmas in July Festival?” Spock wondered.

Jim shook his head. “I don’t think so. Too much trouble I guess for such an old-fashioned thing. It was fun though. Back then.”

Spock watched Jim process those memories. He moved his face closer to Jim’s so that their cheeks were touching. Touching Jim in some fashion always soothed him. It was an addiction he had no intention of breaking if Jim would indulge him.

“Were you working on Federation tasks?”

“Nah. I finished all that this morning. I was…Spock, remember what I mentioned when we got married?”

Spock was torn between moving away from being cheek to cheek with Jim so he could look into his eyes and wanting to stay there. Curiosity won out and he pulled back to stare into those beloved blue eyes.

“About children?”

“Yes. I know, maybe you aren’t ready, with-because of your son, but…there’s a little girl…she’s part Orion, part Human and part Romulan and no one wants her, and I was thinking…” Jim stopped. Sighed. “Too soon? Too much?”

“Jim. I did not say no.” Spock hugged him close, held him. Jim was shaking and Spock knew that was because this was so very important to him.

Maybe to both of them.

“Show me.”

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 24, 2020

This revisits those from Someone Like You

“Can we get a Chwisthmas twee?”

“A what?”

Sammy stared up at Spock, her big blue eyes wide. “A Chwisthmas twee.”

“It is July,” he said, logically. He had a hold of her hand as they went through a shopping area of San Francisco.

“But look.” She pointed to a sign that read Christmas in July sale.  

Spock inwardly sighed. “That is a…marketing ploy.”

“A…what is marketing ploy?”

“It is a way to convince people to spend money on frivolities that are certainly not needed,” Spock told her. “It is enough we are forced to participate in December.”

Sammy’s bottom lip wavered as it stuck out. “If Daddy was here, he’d get me a Chwisthmas twee.”

“Likely that is true. But he is not. Come, Sammy.”

She pouted for a bit, but Spock was soon able to distract her with pineapple ice cream. He would likely pay for it later when she had a stomachache.

Still, though Sammy was three and could be easily distracted, she was also still the daughter of a brilliant man, and therefore as Spock and Sammy arrived home later that afternoon, she returned to the subject quite readily.

“Still want a twee.”

“In December.”

“Well. Why do they call it Chwisthmas in July?”

“I do not know,” Spock admitted. “I do know that it became something in 1933 in a place called North Carolina.”

Sammy simply stared at him and so Spock wasn’t sure if she understood or not. Nor was he sure if he did.

They approached the front door and as they did so, Spock heard the very definite strains of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. It filled him with a sort of defeated dread.

But Sammy heard it too and got a big smile as she excitedly jumped up and down. She yanked open the door and exclaimed, “A Chwisthmas twee!”

Jim laughed. “Well of course, sweetpea. Had to celebrate Christmas in July. We’re having Frozen Polar Bear Hot Chocolate too.”

Spock exchanged a look with Jim’s oldest son, David, who shrugged and smirked at Spock.

George was getting as excited as Sammy.

Jim came over to Spock with a twinkle in his eyes. “Thanks for the text by the way. You’re just a big Vulcan sweetie, you know that?”

Spock felt himself blush at his husband’s kiss, but he readily accepted his kiss. “Well…she pouted.”

“I know. Hard to resist.”

Spock arched a brow. “Polar Bear Snowmen Hot Chocolate?”

“I found a recipe.” Jim winked. “You can have yours later.”

Flash Fic, July 22, 2020

For this we revisit the boys from A Surprise

“Are you sure about this?”

Jim smiled at Bones. Probably the third time his friend had asked him. “Yep.”

“It’s not been very long.”

“Since winter break.”

Bones snorted as he watched Jim pick up a box of his personal belongings. “It’s only July.”

“Yep. That’s six months.”

“Six months of…hot and heavy sex between you and Spock. But do you even know that much about each other?”

Jim grinned and patted Bones’ arm. “Guess we’ll figure all that out in between bouts of hot and heavy sex.”

His friend rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. It was just the holidays and now all of a sudden…”

“Six months ago. Now it’s like, I don’t know, Christmas in July.” Jim laughed. “Spock asked me to move in, so I said yes.”

“If he asked you to jump off a cliff would you do that too?” Bones asked sarcastically.

“Probably. God, you’re too much. It’s fine. Spock isn’t going to hurt me.”

“Definitely not,” Spock spoke from the open door way of Jim’s now ex-dorm. “Doctor, Jim spends almost every night with me anyway, it makes sense to have all his things at my apartment.” He paused. “Our apartment.”

Jim stepped over to Spock and kissed him. “Hiya, honey.”

Spock’s lips twitched. “Hi yourself.”

“Can we have a Christmas in July celebration?”

“A…what is that?”

Bones chortled. “I don’t envy you that part of Jim. He celebrates every little stupid thing.”

“Hey!”

“It’s because as a kid he never got to celebrate anything so now it has to be everything.”

“Oh now you’re gonna make me cry. Shut up, Bones. Stop telling Spock all my secrets.”

Spock eyed Jim. “Secrets?”

“Yes. Like we need to make Christmas cookies for Christmas in July. Watch some sappy romantic Christmas movies.”

“They exist?”

“Oh boy do they.” He linked arms with Spock. “Come on, honey. Let’s go have crazy sex on our first night together in our apartment.”

“I thought you wished to make cookies and watch sappy movies.”

“That’s after the crazy sex. Or before. Or during. I don’t know. The order doesn’t matter.”

He pulled Spock along, who went with him willingly, and waved at Bones. “Talk soon!”

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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