Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
Jim + Spock
“Oh. My. God.”
Jim Kirk looked up from the pad of paper he’d been scribbling on to the wide-eyed incredulous stare of Leonard “Bones” McCoy .
“I thought you were actually taking notes during that lecture only to find out you’re writing that crap instead.”
Jim snorted. “Notes? You have to be kidding.”
“I don’t know, Jim. I thought maybe we came here to attend this conference to learn something. Silly me. You’re acting like a lovestruck school—”
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence.” He leaned back in his chair. “It’s not that I don’t want to learn, Bones, but on this particular subject—”
Just then the lecturer approached their table. The man, Abraham Waller, hurried over to Jim.
“Captain Kirk! What a pleasure.”
“Hello, Abraham. It’s great to see you. And please, it’s Jim.”
“Jim.” He glanced at Bones. “You must be Doctor McCoy. I’ve heard so much about you.”
Bones, looking unusually uncertain for him, shook Abraham’s hand. “Yes, I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Great lecture and subject.”
“Thank you, but of course Jim’s responsible for the course material and all that I spoke of.”
Bones stared at Jim, mouth hanging open. He closed it. “Of course.”
“Jim, if you’re available this evening, my wife and I would love to meet you for dinner.”
“That would be great. Contact me later with the information and we’ll set something up.” Jim smiled.
“I will. Nice to meet you again, Doctor.”
Bones gave him a look. “You could have told me, you know.”
Jim shrugged. “And missed that shocked look on your face?”
“What could you have told the doctor?”
“Oh, hey, Spock.”
“Jim here pretty much wrote our last lecture.”
Spock nodded. “I am aware.”
“Wait, you told Spock but—”
Spock glanced down at Jim’s pad. “Jim + Spock? What does that mean, Captain?”
“It means that your captain is a school—”
Jim laughed. “Actually, Abraham Waller wants to have dinner, how about you be my plus one?”
“Very well, I accept.”
Bones grimaced. “Just like that?”
“Just like what, Doctor?”
Bones sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jim just asked you out on a date, your first date, and you agreed without so much as a by your leave.”
Spock stared at him. “As a matter of fact I have gone on several dates with the captain.”
“Dates?” Bones asked, incredulous.
“Dates like to dinner.”
“We often dine in the mess together.”
Bones chuckled. “That doesn’t count. That’s a group thing. Movies, romantic dinners, long walks, that kind of thing. That’s a date, Spock. Not chess or eating in the mess.”
Spock seemed to consider this. “I see. That is the only definition of dates with regard to the captain?”
Jim smirked as Bones seemed quite satisfied with the entire thing.
“Well, was there something else you consider a date, Spock?” Bones asked, grinning.
Spock shrugged. “So, the numerous occasions we engaged in sexual intercourse do not, in fact, count?”
Bones choked. “What?”
Jim rose. “You should have minded your own business, Bones. Come on, Spock. Let’s get ready for our first date according to Bones.”
Even before he spoke, Jim knew who had found him outside on a raised deck that overlooked the sea and the Golden Gate Bridge. Jim supposed it could have been Bones, but no. Bones seemed to know instinctively when it was best to leave his friend alone.
“You have left your own celebration.”
It sounded vaguely accusatory though Jim doubted Spock meant it that way.
“Needed some air.” Jim smiled faintly. “It’s a beautiful night and you can see a lot of stars.”
Spock watched Jim instead of the stars. Or at least Jim felt Spock’s gaze on his face.
“You are unhappy with the outcome.”
“Well.” Jim shrugged.
“Most Starfleet officers would be eager for promotion.”
“I’m not most. You know that by now.”
Spock didn’t say anything to that, but he did move his gaze to the stars. “It coincides with your birthday.”
“Yep and that’s another punch in the gut,” Jim said with a laugh.
“I recall another birthday I was there for the celebration.”
Jim nodded. “Back on Yorktown. Yeah. A lot has changed since then.”
Spock and Uhura were no longer together. Chekov had died. Jaylah was the Enterprise’s navigator now, and her captain…well, it wasn’t Jim anymore. Not now.
Everything had changed and nothing had changed.
“See that star? The really bright one?”
“I was thinking of making a wish.”
“A wish, Admiral?”
Jim winced at that. “Don’t call me that, Spock. It’s Jim.”
“Very well, Jim.”
“There’s an ancient Earth song.” Jim sang, “When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are, anything your heart desires, will come to you.”
“You have an unexpectedly pleasant voice.”
Jim laughed. “Okay, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Do you wish often on stars, Jim?”
“I haven’t in years. But I once did.”
“What did you wish for?”
Jim sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. He didn’t really know how it had happened but somehow the two of them had positioned themselves as they spoke so that they stood almost impossibly close. He ought to move, he guessed, but he didn’t.
“When I was a small boy, I wished that my dad would be alive. After that, when I was a bit older, I wished my mom would come home. Then I wished Frank would disappear. I wished I wasn’t hun…a bunch of things. But I stopped when I was a teenager because nothing I ever wished for came true. It’s been years since I even bothered.”
He felt Spock’s gaze again, unwavering.
“Why now then?”
“Desperation?” He laughed, but it was self-mocking. “Wanting something so much and knowing you’ll never ever have it no matter what the song says.”
“And what are you wishing for tonight, Jim?”
Jim met Spock’s unreadable gaze. “I don’t think I’m supposed to tell you.”
The corner of Jim’s mouth tugged upward against his will. “Wishing etiquette?”
Spock arched a brow. “If your wishes do not come true what harm is there in telling me?”
“What harm indeed.”
He sighed then, put his hand on Spock’s jaw and saw the widening of Spock’s dark eyes. The recognition there.
“Anyone ever tell you that you ask too many questions, Spock?”
Jim kissed him. There was a moment where he felt Spock’s surprise through the touch of their lips. And just when Jim wondered if Spock would pull away, Spock put a hand on Jim’s waist.
Fate is kind.
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing.
A bit of silliness from The Original Series, OMS
The first one Spock allowed into their house, Jim hadn’t care that much. He’d known Spock liked them, though he would never admit it outright. Every time they had come across one, Spock ended up holding and petting them.
Once after they’d first married, Jim had suggested Spock adopt one. Their duties, though reduced, seemed to preclude that, so Spock had declined.
After Spock’s memories returned, after all the disaster of Khan and Genesis, Jim had brought it up again, but Spock had once more said no.
Therefore, Jim was mildly surprised when they retired to Riverside when one day Spock came into he house carrying a fluffy gray cat.
“That’s a cat,” Jim said, obviously.
“Well. Where did it come from?”
“I do not know the origins of these particular feline, but when I was out in the barn, she walked in.” Spock shrugged. “I believe it was her intent to adopt us.”
“Adopt us? Spock, she likely belongs to someone.”
But they checked and no one claimed her but Spock. Or as Spock had insisted, she claimed them.
The second one came home with Spock one day when he’d been at the store. Jim waited for his husband to say that the cat had followed him home, but Spock merely said that he saw the stray and picked him up.
The third and fourth were twin kittens Spock arrived home with some months later. By then, Jim had decided not to ask Spock where he got them. They made Spock happy and that was good enough for him. If they were, a bit, underfoot at times, well.
The fifth came one year right around Spock’s birthday and when Jim opened his mouth to protest, Spock coyly advised that this one was Jim’s birthday present to Spock. Since Jim had, in fact, forgotten Spock’s birthday, he closed his mouth.
There was a time or two when Jim broached the subject of a dog, but Spock pointed out that the cats probably would not welcome such a companion. Jim gave up that idea.
The moment he noticed a sixth cat, he counted them twice, Jim finally put his foot down.
“Spock, baby, you know I love you.”
Jim smiled. “But maybe. Perhaps, a half a dozen cats is our limit.”
Spock pursed his lips. “Yes, perhaps.”
“I mean I know you have a particular fondness for—”
“Not over any particular creature, Jim,” Spock insisted.
“Er, right. Anyway, this should make our home quite full now.” He smiled again.
Jim raised both brows. “However?”
Spock shifted awkwardly. “I was thinking that eight might be a more suitable number.”
Jim felt a headache building behind his eyes. “Eight, Mister Spock?”
Spock shrugged slightly. “It is only that they have already been acquired and are due to be delivered tomorrow.”
“Yes, and since it is our anniversary—”
Jim frowned, thinking about it. Was it? He couldn’t quite recall. It was possible. He sighed.
“Very well. Uh. Happy anniversary, Spock. But that has to be the last.”
“Of course, Jim. Of course.”
Probably not safe for work
Clothes were strewn about Jim’s dorm. They finally were lying on the little bed. Spock on Jim, kissing him breathless. Whatever experience neither of them had, Spock was a damn fine kisser.
And damn fine too. Before they’d gotten on the bed, Jim had snuck a look at Spock’s nude body. Maybe he was wrong, but Jim was pretty sure Spock was extremely well built.
And perhaps that part being well built ought to scare him a bit but it didn’t.
Jim sucked in a gulpful of air when Spock paused long enough to allow it. When Spock resumed his mouth’s assault, Jim lowered his hand between their bodies and closed his fingers around Spock’s hardening shaft. Of course, Jim knew what one felt like, having one himself, but this seemed somehow different. Having his fist around someone else’s dick, and Spock’s for pity’s sake, well…Jim considered his mind blown.
Spock moaned and stopped kissing Jim long enough to say hoarsely, “I can blow something else should you desire.”
Mirth bubbled up inside him. “Oh, I desire all right. Wait, were you reading my mind?”
“I am a touch telepath,” Spock reminded him. He groaned loudly when Jim swiped his thumb over the head of Spock’s cock. “For someone who has not done that you remarkably talented.”
“Well.” And Jim was blushing. “I have one, you know, and have done some…practicing.”
Spock arched a brow. “Yes, I take your meaning. I cannot deny a bit of research myself.”
Jim grinned, pulled him down for another kiss, but this time Spock pulled away.
“If your desire is for me to work my mouth on that particular appendage of yours, we will need to cease kissing, so that I may move down there.”
This time Jim laughed out loud. “Oh, my gosh, you’re so cool. I never imagined sex would be so funny and fun at the same time.”
Spock shrugged, kissed Jim once more, and then began to crawl down Jim’s body, dislodging Jim’s fingers from his own dick as he did so.
Jim’s breaths shorted. This was real. Spock was about to—
“You don’t have to go with me. It’s okay.”
Jim meant it too. He knew that even now, after all these years, Spock acutely felt the loss of his mother. His one champion when no one else was for so long.
“I know that I do not, Jim, but I am going anyway.”
Jim smiled faintly. “Are you sure? I’ll understand. So will Mom.”
For a moment Spock looked away, looking Jim didn’t know where. Into the recesses of his mind, Jim supposed. Jim squeezed Spock’s hand.
They stood outside Jim’s mother’s retirement facility. Jim and his mother had made the decision for her to enter one of those places last year. They’d let the farm go to pay for it. It was one of those places where his mom had her own little apartment, and there was a restaurant and activities. It was at that restaurant where Jim planned to have brunch with her.
Spock gazed back at Jim. “I will always be at your side, you need not fear.”
“I know. But this is different.”
“No, it is not. I am glad we are able to be with your mother today. Because not everyone can be with theirs.”
Jim squeezed Spock’s hand again. “All right then. Let’s go, honey.”
And when they went inside, his mom’s eyes lit up at the sight of them.
Jim went to her, hugged and kissed her.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.”
When I post this all at once on AO3 (if I do so we can all collect it if we want), I’ll probably play around with chapter placement, for now, this is the chapter numbers you get.
Spock kissed Jim for a long time. Holding him close. Arms around his waist. Just kissing. He wanted no pressure on either of them. Yes, he’d brought the necessary lubricant. And yes he wished for them to do whatever they felt like doing, but…on the other hand, he didn’t want to rush Jim. Or himself. They had time.
They made it over to Jim’s single bed. Fell on to it. Lips still connected. Arms still locked around each other. A fleeting thought was that they really needed bigger beds, both of them.
During a particularly heated kiss, Spock managed to knock Jim’s glasses askew, which caused a puff of a laugh to escape from Jim’s mouth to Spock’s and somehow it was like breathing the same air.
Spock removed the glasses and put them on a little side table by Jim’s bed. Now as he drew back and looked into those sapphire eyes, Spock thought they were like the most beautiful of jewels. He felt a bit foolish thinking this but he did anyway.
Jim licked his lips and Spock watched him. He watched Jim’s every move.
“Do you want to…do what we talked about or…like the-the full thing?”
Jim’s shy question filled Spock with so much warm affection and yes, lust, that it was almost too much for a Vulcan. He put his hand on Jim’s face. Everything about him, about this human, felt perfect, felt right.
“I want…everything with you.”
“Have you-you ever—?”
“I have no more experience than you, Jim, but…I have done research and I understand the logistics.”
Jim turned a bit pink, but his smile lit up his face. “Well…as long as you understand the logistics.”
“You are laughing at me.”
Jim shook his head, but his smile widened. “No. I mean, sure, but only a little. I, uh, too did some research. And I know how it works too.”
Spock’s lips twitched. “That is good.”
Jim returned to kissing him, and all amusement fled Spock’s mind, and his thoughts turned to what would happen next.
A little early, because her birthday is May 10th but I wanted to get it up now so she could enjoy it before her little wine tasting trip!
“Stood up again,” Leonard muttered as he lifted his glass of bourbon to his lips and took a large swallow.
Last time they were supposed to meet him at a restaurant, a few months back, some crisis prevented them from showing up. And Leonard was pretty sure getting stood up by Jim for plans dated back to their Academy days. If he thought Spock would be a mature, steadying influence…
He’d at least thought on his birthday, Jim would make the effort. But nope. They were supposed to be there a half hour ago.
He finished his drink and was about to slide right off the stool he sat on so he could be on his way when suddenly the bar’s door burst open and none other than Jim came rushing in, running, literally running, to Leonard.
His face was flushed red, his blue eyes shining, his lips looking a bit puffy. He wore his dress uniform. An admiral’s one, now, though just barely. There was a bit more gray in his hair than before, but still he was in pretty good shape. More than Leonard could probably say for himself. He guessed Khan’s blood was working its magic on Jim.
“Bones! Thank God, I didn’t miss you.”
Jim one armed hugged him and then kissed the top of Leonard’s head. “Happy Birthday!”
“You been drinking already?”
“What?” Jim laughed. “No, no. I’ve had nothing.”
“You seem intoxicated.” Leonard narrowed his eyes.
Jim sat down hard on the stool next to him. “Drunk on love maybe.”
“Please, it’s my birthday. Where is Spock anyway? Thought he was coming.”
“He’s coming at a much more sedate pace, of course. I said I’d run along ahead to make sure you hadn’t left.”
“Well.” Leonard glared at him. “I’ve been waiting thirty minutes.”
“Exactly. Sorry. So Sorry.” He leaned forward, almost tumbling off the stool, as he kissed the top of Leonard’s head again. “Spock’s got your presents.”
Leonard perked up at this. “Presents?”
“Yep. It’s just some booze and stuff. You can wait to open them later.”
“You wrapped them? Why wrap booze if you were going to tell me? That’s no surprise, you know.”
“You hate surprises anyway. I told you ‘and stuff” so it’s not just booze.”
Leonard snorted. “If you haven’t already been drinking then—”
The door to the bar opened again and this time it was Spock. And he too had dressed in his dress uniform. His arms were full of brightly wrapped birthday presents.
Leonard grinned. “Ah, Jimmy, you shouldn’t have!”
“I know it. But I did.” Jim got up from the stool and rushed toward Spock, grabbing onto his arm, and dragging him the rest of the way. “Need help, honey?”
“I have it, Admiral.”
Leonard rolled his eyes. They’d been shagging for years and Spock still called him his title. Wondered if he did that while they were…nah, Leonard didn’t want to know.
Spock gazed blankly at Leonard, dumped the wrapped presents on the bar beside Leonard, and said, “Happy Birthday.”
Jim looked at Spock as though he’d hung the moon or something. He put his arm around Spock’s waist, and then looked back at Leonard.
“So, we were a little late, because…”
“You were canoodling.”
Jim laughed. “I know that’s your word for—”
“We were not,” Spock said quickly.
“Right. But we were getting married. Barnett married us in his office. His wife and daughter were our witnesses.”
“Wait. What? You got married on my birthday?”
“I had to act fast before Spock changed his mind. We’ll have like a big reception with everyone later.”
“A small one,” Spock said.
“Right,” Jim said again. “With like, I don’t know, five hundred—”
Jim shrugged. “Five hundred fifty then.”
Leonard chuckled. “I can’t believe you saddled yourself to this idiot for the rest of your life.”
“Hey.” The idiot kissed his head again. Jim was very affectionate when he was happy.
Leonard got off his stool. “This calls for a dinner. For my birthday and your marriage. I’ll buy.”
“You can’t buy your own birthday dinner.”
Jim hugged him again, a full on one this time. “Thanks, Bones. I’m really happy.”
“I can tell.”
“Happy Birthday, Bones.”
Leonard gathered up his presents with Spock’s help and left the bar to go to a restaurant nearby. Happy Birthday, Eveningstar!~ I hope you enjoy your birthday trip
Got the next part done, so am posting it. Not sure about the rest of the week, but you get this, anyway.
Jim opened the door tentatively to the knock on his dorm door. He had a feeling it was Spock, though he certainly hoped Spock hadn’t thrown his mother out on Jim’s account.
Sure enough the Vulcan stood there.
“Hey.” Jim shifted a bit and pushed up his glasses on his nose. He’d changed into them earlier. “Uh. I’m sorry I bailed on you earlier. It was just…well…”
“I do apologize for the unexpected intrusion of my mother. May I come in?”
Jim held the door open and stepped back. He saw Spock carried a bag.
Spock seemed to hesitate and moment, but as Jim closed the door, he opened the bag and withdrew the contents. “I made a stop on the way.”
Jim stared at the bottle of lubricant. Moistened his lips. “Oh.”
“I thought, perhaps, given the interruption, we might wish to…start again.”
“I didn’t mean to be rude to your mom. I just, well, I hadn’t really expected that.”
Spock nodded. “Nor had I. That is not the norm for her. It was to be a surprise.”
Jim smiled a little. “She got that part right.”
“Indeed. Will you…allow me to stay?”
Jim came to him then, put his arms around Spock’s neck, and kissed him, deepening the kiss until Spock murmured low in his throat, kind of a cross between a purr and a growl.
It did crazy things to his heartrate.
“I think…you’d better.”