Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings


May 2021

Just a Very Short Mother’s Day Flash

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“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.”    

Cosmic Love, Chapter 13, May 07, 2021

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.    

Eveningstar’s Birthday Flash (for May 10)

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!

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“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.”

“Thanks, Spock.”

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.”

“Watch me.”

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  

Cosmic Love, Chapter 12, May 03, 2021

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.

“What’s that?”

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.”   

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