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.
“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—”
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—”
“Fifty.”
Jim shrugged. “Five hundred fifty then.”
“Jim—”
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
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.
This comes from a prompt from J, but I like it and might try to somehow work it into the Best Friends universe, if I can make it work. I might have to tweak it or something as it’s been a while since I read that story: Best Friends. But I think it can work. Anyway, here you go…
“What do you want?” Spock asked his brother, Sybok. Spock was standing on the terrace of their father’s home overlooking the mountains and the city in the distance.
“Well.” Sybok shrugged. “I thought you might like to talk.”
Spock gave him the side eye. “About what?”
Sybok came to stand next to him and looked down to where Spock’s gaze was fixed on the level below. A young blond human laughed, conversing with another.
“The birds and the bees.”
“What?”
“You know. The birds and the bees.”
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
Sybok sighed. “Sex.”
Spock glanced quickly at him, expression carefully blank. “I know about sex, brother. I am not a child.”
Sybok’s lips turned upward. “At least I got your attention. If it helps, I’m fairly certain T’Pring is no more interested in maintaining your ill-advised bond than you are.”
As they both watched, the blond human suddenly glanced up, smiled, and waved at them. Spock, before he had a chance to think otherwise, returned the wave. But he regretted instantly, his cheeks warming, as the blond human winked.
Spock moved away from the edge of the terrace.
“He likes you too.”
“I do not know what you are referring to,” Spock said, primly.
“No?” Sybok asked. “Oh. Well, then. If you are not interested in James Kirk, then I will…”
“No,” Spock said quickly, his voice coming out in a snarl.
Which only caused his brother to laugh. “Yeah, I knew you knew what I meant.” Sybok looked over the edge. “I think he’s coming up here.”
“He is?” Spock’s heart began to race.
“Yes, he’s headed to the stairs leading up here. Shall I leave you two alone or do I need to chaperone?”
“I am not a child,” Spock insisted again.
“And you’re sure you don’t need the sex talk?’
Spock took a step toward him. “Leave.”
Sybok held out his hands. “I’m going, I’m going.” Just as he turned away, he spotted James Kirk at the top of the staircase and his brother, wringing his hands, waiting anxiously. Sybok grinned and went back inside.
Spock had thought Jim asleep since he had not spoken for many long minutes after their lovemaking. He’d just been deciding how best to extricate himself from Jim, who had snuggled up to Spock’s chest and had a hand lying there, just under Spock’s nipple. He was not altogether sleepy and had decided that he might wish to meditate after the extraordinary circumstances of the evening. Most unexpected and entirely welcome.
But just as he contemplated easing away from Jim, Jim’s fingers stroked along his chest and down to his abdomen, freezing there.
“This feels like a scar,” Jim whispered, curiosity in his voice.
“It is.”
“From a battle?”
Spock shook his head. “Not the sort you refer to.”
Jim lifted his head, looked down at the scar, and then up to Spock. “Looks like a word.”
The old memories threatened for a moment, but Spock pushed them away. “Yes. It was supposed to be. They were interrupted before they could finish it.”
Jim leaned over the scar. “Half…” His gaze flew to Spock’s, eyes wide, the beginnings of emotion welling up to make those blue look like gemstones. “Spock.”
He swallowed. “Yes. They meant to write half-breed. They never got to finish. I was able to get most of the scar removed, but a small part remains. It reminded me for many years that I didn’t fit in with Vulcans or Humans.”
“I…”
“That is no longer the case, T’hy’la. I know exactly where I belong and that is with you.”
Jim kissed him fiercely and Spock forgot about getting up to meditate.
The first person familiar to him in the crowd that gathered was Nyota. She was gesturing to him, her face somber, her attire that of their dress uniform, hat firmly in place.
Spock stepped up to her and allowed her to lean forward and kiss his cheek. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “How are you holding up?”
“I…well enough under the circumstances.”
She nodded, sympathetically, and then drew him forward. “The others are seated already.”
He followed her to where Lieutenant Sulu, Ensign Jayleh, and Lieutenant Commander Scott were seated. There was a spot left for Spock. A few aisles away he spotted Carol Marcus. He looked away quickly and took the offered seat.
Admiral Morrow walked up to the podium. “Thank you for coming on this day to remember those from Starfleet we have lost, not only in the last year, but in all our years.”
Then to Spock’s amazement, Morrow turned to the side.
“We welcome, Captain James T. Kirk, who has only just gotten out of the hospital this very day to attend this ceremony honoring those who have fallen.”
Doctor McCoy wheeled Jim out in a chair toward the podium. Jim wore a dress uniform but looked shockingly pale. Spock was half out of his seat before Nyota gently pushed him down.
“Did you know he was going to do this?” she asked.
“No.”
“I don’t think the captain should be out of the hospital,” Sulu spoke up.
“He should not,” Spock said curtly.
Jim stopped at the podium and then was helped to stand by the doctor. Spock’s jaw tightened as Jim swayed.
“Today, we are gathered to remember our fallen brethren, including a member of my own bridge officers, Ensign Pavel Chekov.”
***
“Captain!” Nyota rushed at him after the ceremony. “You shouldn’t be out of the hospital.”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” McCoy grumbled. “Damn fool insisted. And he’s going right back.”
Spock dropped to his knees beside Jim. “T’hy’la. Why? We talked about this and decided you would stay in bed.”
“You decided,” Jim said softly. “For Pavel. I had to.”
Spock inhaled, counted to ten, and then nodded. “Very well. But you will not leave again until you are well. Promise.”
“I promise.”
Spock stood and took control of the wheelchair from McCoy, ignoring the doctor’s rolled eyes, as they all followed behind as Spock brought their captain back to the hospial.
The turbolift suddenly lurched and stopped abruptly.
Jim frowned and looked at the controls. “What the hell?”
“Perhaps if you let me look—”
“Yeah, because you know so much more about it,” Jim snapped. His headache had just gotten way worse. He stepped aside and gestured. “Go ahead, Mr. Spock. You’re the expert on everything.”
Spock gave him a look but wisely said nothing as he moved in place to the controls.
It was just the two of them in the lift. And they’d been bickering all day prior to this.
Jim smirked as Spock stepped back. “Can’t fix it?”
“No,” Spock replied, clearly reluctant to admit defeat.
Jim went to the comm. “Kirk to Engineering.”
There was no response. In fact, it was as though the comm didn’t work at all. He hit again.
“Captain, I am certain that pounding on it to oblivion will not make it work.”
He shot Spock a look.
“This sucks.”
“We are in obvious agreement on that.”
Jim mumbled, “Well, at least you agree with me on something.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“I believe you referenced something about agreeing with you.”
“If you heard me, then why say what? Geez.”
“Explain.”
Jim folded his arms across his chest. “Listen, mister, don’t take that superior, commanding, snooty-ass tone with me.”
“Snooty-ass is nonsensical.”
“Oh, yeah? Well so are your ears.”
Spock’s mouth opened and closed.
“Aha! Finally got you to shut up,” Jim said, triumphantly. Okay maybe he was being a bit childish. And definitely surly but…
“That begs the question.”
“Begs what question?”
Spock arched a brow. “How do I get you to finally shut up?”
“Are you…you know what…that’s it.”
Jim launched himself at Spock, pushing the Vulcan against the bulkhead. Spock’s eyes widened just before Jim’s mouth slammed down on his. Spock made a little bit of a squeal noise and then began to return Jim’s kiss.
The turbolift began to operate again, but Jim and Spock paid it no heed, continuing the frantic slide of mouth against mouth.
The doors slid open on their floor.
There was resounding applause.
“About damn time!” Uhura exclaimed.
Jim reluctantly tore his mouth from Spock’s and they both turned to look out at the crowd gathered on the deck. They were still clinging to each other.
“Uh.”
Uhura smirked at them. “Congratulations.”
“Nyota, did you stop the turbolift?” Spock asked.
“No, well, technically it was Scotty.” She laughed. “We were all sick of you two.”
“I feel…manipulated.”
Jim cleared his throat. “What do you say we discuss this in my quarters, Mr. Spock?”
Spock inclined his head. “Yes, Captain. We are, once more, in agreement.”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 