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Flash Fic Friday June 16, 2017

Navigating the Relationship  from My Spirk One Shot Collection, Part 3. Love these two!

Bones peered down at Jim as stood in front of the mirror in their dorm room. “You’re not going out with that guy again, are you?”

“That guy’s name is Spock.  And of course I am. I really like him.”

Bones snorted. “You like every guy.”

“Do not.” Jim looked back at Bones in the mirror. “And I really like him. You know. Like maybe more than like.”

“Save me from lovesick cadets.”

Jim laughed. “I’m not sick. But love? Yeah. I’m pretty sure.”

Bones rolled his eyes as Jim turned away from the mirror. “Does the hobgoblin feel the same way?”

“He’s a Vulcan, Bones.”

“I know what he is. Does he?”

Jim shrugged. “I’m pretty sure. Vulcans don’t really do casual dating, Bones. And we’ve, well, you know.”

“Don’t even put that image in my head, kid.”

“Ah, Bones, does it bug you that Spock and I are doing the nasty?”

“You wish.” There was a knock at the door. “That’s your prince charming now.”

Bones went to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Spock stood there dressed in black slacks and a black sweater.  “Come in, Spock.”

“Doctor. It is pleasant to see you.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Jim smiled. “Hey, Spock. Let me just grab my jacket.” He pulled on his coat and then headed to the door where Spock stood. He looked back at Bones. “Don’t wait up.”

“Like I would.”

“Good, cause, um, might not even come back.” Jim grinned. “Night, Bones.”

“Where shall we go for dinner?” Spock asked when they were alone.

“Your apartment?”

Spock arched a brow. “While I am not opposed to that, I do not have any food to prepare for us. If you had indicated such a preference prior to this moment, I would have had the provisions.”

“Well, I was trying to be spontaneous.”

“There is a small market near my apartment,” Spock told him. “We could purchase the required product for our meal.”

Jim smiled. “Yeah? You mean it?”

“Of course. If that is what you wish, Jim.”

“Yeah, it is.”

They made their way to the little market by Spock’s house and Jim felt so happy and hopeful. It had taken him forever to get Spock to notice him. And when Spock had finally expressed an interest in Jim, he didn’t even know that’s what Spock was doing.

The first time they’d kissed, which was after the third date, boy was Jim patient, it was some Vulcan thing with fingers. It took another three dates before they human kissed.  That was quite satisfactory because they’d ended up kissing and kissing and kissing.

Finally their seventh date was the magic number and he and Spock had finally had sex.  They’d been happily having sex ever since. Well okay so this was only their tenth date. But they’d totally done it a lot during the seventh, eighth and ninth dates.

It was during their eighth date that Jim knew he was totally and completely in love with Spock. He wanted Spock to ask him to move in with him, but so far, he had not done so. Jim didn’t want to ask. But really, he spent more time at Spock’s anyway.

“Hang on, Spock,” Jim said as they entered the store. “I’m going to get that wine I like. I’ll be over at the pasta in a second.”

Spock arched a brow. “You would like pasta?”

Jim grinned. “Well yeah. Be right back.”

He went over to the chilled wine refrigerator and took out his wine.

“Jim? Jimmy Kirk?”

Startled Jim turned to see a man rushing toward him. A very familiar man.

“Finnegan?”

Sean Finnegan smiled wide. “Jimmy! I can’t believe it as I live and breathe! How long has it been?”

Jim blinked, shook his head. “Um. You dumped me my first year in Starfleet Academy.”

“Well, now I think dump is a wee bit of an exaggeration, Jimmy.”

“You wanted to explore other relationships.”

Finnegan nodded. “Yes. Hardly dumping you. And what luck running into you like this. Go to dinner with me.”

“Well, actually, Finnegan—”

Finnegan suddenly pushed Jim up against the wine fridge and kissed him.

A throat cleared.

Jim pushed Finnegan off him. “Spock!”

Finnegan wiped his mouth. “Who is this, Jimmy?”

“I am his jealous Vulcan boyfriend,” Spock replied.

“What?” Finnegan asked.

Jim laughed. “Yeah, and um, we’re busy. So if you don’t mind, Finnegan.” Jim waved at him and grabbed Spock to go to the next aisle. “Sorry about that, Spock.”

“I am well aware you had prior relationships, Jim.”

Jim bit his lip. “Yeah.”

“If you have made your selections, I am ready to check out.”

“Okay, yeah.”

****

“So, um,” Jim said, sipping his wine. Spock was making pasta and vegetables in the kitchen. “Spock?”

“Yes, Jim?”

“You told Finnegan you’re my boyfriend.”

“I did.”

“Are you?”

Spock arched his brow. “Am I not?”

Jim smiled and set his wine down. “Yeah, but you know so far, we haven’t really called each other anything like that.”

“Humans are illogical.”

Jim went into the kitchen and took the spoon out of Spock’s hand. He put his arms around Spock’s neck and leaned in for a kiss.

A moment later, Spock murmured, “If we are going to engage in coitus, I will need to turn off the fire.”

Jim laughed against Spock’s mouth. “Are we going to?”

“It would seem we have done so frequently lately.”

“Are you complaining, Spock?”

“Certainly not.”

Jim kissed the corner of Spock’s mouth. “I love you.”

Spock closed his eyes and kissed Jim. “I love you also.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you think otherwise?”

“Well. You’re hard to read.”

“I would not have engaged in coitus with you if I did not.”

Jim sighed. “I don’t know how I got so lucky as to get you.”

“You definitely have me. Now I have an important question for you, Jim.”

“Yeah?”

“When are you going to stop pretending you still live with the doctor?”

Jim laughed and hugged Spock. “Tonight?”

“That would be agreeable.”

Flash Fic Friday, January 20, 2017

My prompt for this week was a stupid argument, a new star system, and bonus points for a scorching kiss. I decided to use my ongoing Jim & Spock from my One-Shot Collection, Part 5 who are in the beginnings of their couplehood. Oh and probably NSFW.

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“Hey.”

Jim scowled as Bones nudged him with the toe of his boot under the table. “Hey yourself. What do you want anyway? Can’t you see I’m busy?”

Bones looked pretty much unaffected by Jim’s sour mood. “You’re on your PADD, ignoring a gloopy mess that passes for oatmeal like most mornings. What’s different?”

“We’re supposed to investigate a new star system.”

His friend shrugged. “So? We’ve done that before. Why the grouchfest?”

“It’s nothing.” Jim reached for his coffee and took a sip. He put it back down with a grimace when he realized it was cold.

Bones tapped his fingers on the table. “Where’s lover boy?”

“Who?”

“Mister Pointy.”

Jim grunted.

“Your first hobgoblin.”

Jim returned his attention to his PADD. “How would I know that?”

“Aren’t you two doing the nasty?”

“No. I told you before we haven’t done it. There’s always something that happens. He gets hurt. I get hurt. There’s a red alert. Uhura needs him to write music. Whatever.”

“Far be it for me to want to even imagine anything between you two, but Jim sometimes you just have to make time.”

“It doesn’t matter now. I don’t think we’re ever going to do it at this point.”

Bones frowned. “Should I ask?”

“Spock’s just a big stupid jerk.”

“Uh-oh.”

Jim just shook his head and continued reading about the new star system.

After a minute, Bones cleared his throat. “Trouble in paradise?”

“Hardly paradise. And yeah, you could say that.”

“You didn’t break up, did you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. I flounced out of his quarters last night and I haven’t seen or heard from him since.”

“You had a fight.”

Jim nodded.

“Do I want to know what about?”

“It was stupid.”

“Aren’t they all?” Bones smirked, but there was no malice behind it. His eyes were sympathetic. “Details?”

Jim blew out a breath. “He never gets jealous.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Well, yeah. I mean the Chancellor’s daughter was all over me on that last planet, she even kissed me. Which Spock witnessed, by the way. And nothing.”

“So, it is a bad thing?” Bones smiled. “Maybe he just trusts you, Jim.”

“I asked him if it bothered him that I flirt and he said no. I asked him if it bothered him that I cheated when she kissed me. He said he doesn’t consider kissing cheating. Which led me to believe he’s been going around my back kissing others.”

“Um, what?”

“If he doesn’t consider it bad, it’s because he wants to do it himself, right?”

“That’s some bizarre logic.”

“That’s what he said. Then I asked him if it would bother him if I actually had sex with someone else.”

“Lord save me.”

“His answer was a very calm, ‘have you?’ Just like that, in this total robotic voice.” Jim refrained from growling but barely. “I said, ‘no.’”

“And?”

“He said then this was a completely pointless conversation.”

Bones sorted of nodded. “He had a point.”

“Don’t start with me, Bones. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am.”

“That’s when I left his quarters.”

“Flounced,” Bones reminded him. “Jim, you aren’t going to like what I have to say.”

“When do I ever?”

“True,” Bones replied. “Maybe Spock is just what you need.”

“Excuse me?”

“Gee, I don’t know, Jim, it seems like Spock intends for you to have a mature, healthy relationship that doesn’t include a bunch of games. You ought to try it sometime.”

Jim opened his mouth and then closed it.

“You’ve never had a real, healthy relationship built on trust and love have you?”

“Well.

“Yeah, well. Games about whether Spock’s jealous if you flirt or kiss someone or imply you slept with someone, it’s all bullshit. Do you really want to lose Spock over something that stupid or do ya, I don’t know, wanna grow up?”

His communicator chirped.

“Bridge to Captain Kirk.”

Jim flipped open his communicator. “Kirk here.”

“Klingon Bird of Prey on approach, sir.”

Jim was already out of his seat. “Go to red alert, Mr. Sulu.”

****

Jim was exhausted and sure he could sleep on his feet as he entered his quarters after the battle. He’d fallen out of his chair at one point and banged his head pretty good. Even got a cut across his brow. But Bones had fixed it, in between dealing with more serious injuries. There were casualties, nine altogether, which wasn’t horrible, really, but still more than Jim wanted.

He eyed the bathroom door and tried to decide if he wanted to take a shower or if he wanted to just fall right into bed.

He turned toward the bed when his door chimed.

Probably some update from the battle, so he should probably get it.

“Open.”

When Spock stepped in, Jim was not prepared to see him. They’d worked together during the Klingon Battle. Spock had even pulled Jim up after he’d fallen out of his chair and hit his head. But they’d both been busy and hadn’t had time to talk or have alone time. And suddenly their argument came crashing down on Jim. Inexplicably, Jim’s gaze went to the pinky ring Spock had gifted him with at Christmas.

Or maybe not so inexplicable.

He recalled during their fight, just before he’d flounced out, he had twisted it on his finger and shot out, “Do you want this back?”

The weight of his ugliness from that argument was a lot to bear.

“Spock—”

Suddenly Spock moved, pushing him hard against the bulkhead in his quarters. He had Jim trapped between his two muscular arms that slammed against the wall. Jim’s eyes widened in shock.

“I demand to know now if your intention is for a fully committed relationship between us.”

Jim licked his lips. “Well I—”

“Now, Captain.”

In any other circumstances, meaning if Spock didn’t look just like he had before he’d choked Jim to within an inch of his life, Jim would have found humor in how Spock insisted on calling him captain in such an intimate situation. Just now with his heart pounding, he was anything but amused. Fucking turned on was more like it. Yeah, he had no shame.

“Yes.”

Spock arched a brow, even as his dark gaze lowered to Jim’s lips. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m fully committed.”

Those dark eyes rose and met his eyes. The room was still charged with that same intensity between them right before Nero.

Jim opened his mouth, prepared to say more, but then Spock’s lips were on his, unexpectedly kissing him, no devouring him, and as Jim gasped, the Vulcan’s tongue thrust in, tangling with his like a sensual sword fight.

If Spock wasn’t trapping him there, Jim would have fallen to his knees. He was instantly, achingly hard.

Please.

Spock’s fists clenched the top of his uniform shirt and, with fucking hot strength that made lust pool Jim’s belly, he ripped it down the middle then quickly discarded the remnants of Jim’s shirt. He had dozens in his closet to replace it.

Spock, eyes blazing hot, looked down at Jim’s boots. “Why are you still wearing those?”

“Because I—”

“Silence, you are not to speak.”

Jim snorted. “You asked me a—”

Spock slapped his hands over Jim’s mouth.

Jim tried to be affronted, but really, his dick was just too hard.

 

  • You can read more of this scene, in other words full sex, on A03, in the near future.

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