Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Fan Fiction and Personal Ramblings



Throw Back Thursday 05/17/2018

On July 18, 2014 I posted my first chapter in My Spirk One-Shot Collection Part 1

Miss Me

“Are you gonna miss me?” Jim asked Spock as they lay in the afterglow of love making. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, though Spock didn’t seem particularly sweaty, damn the Vulcan.

“You will be gone three days and only two nights,” Spock replied.

“I’ll miss you.”

Spock did not have a response for that and Jim sighed. His head had been lying on Spock’s chest but now he rose up and lay on his side facing Spock, who still lay on his back.

Jim reached for Spock’s fingers with his and stroked them together. “You won’t miss me?”

“I did not say that.”

“You didn’t say you would either.” Jim sighed. “I wish you were coming with me.”

“Both the captain and the first officer are not required.”

“I know, Spock. It’s just…never mind.”

Spock opened his mouth as though to speak, but Jim feigned a yawn.

“Wow, I’m super tired all of a sudden.” He leaned over and placed a kiss on Spock’s lips. “Night, Spock.” He turned to face away from Spock and closed his eyes, trying not to be disappointed.


Jim was dead tired when he beamed on board the Enterprise from the three day meeting he’d had on Starbase 9. God Admirals and dignitaries could talk forever.

He stepped off the transporter pad and managed a weary smile for the chief behind the controls. He was back a couple of hours earlier than originally anticipated, so instead of heading for the bridge, Jim went to his quarters.

A check with the computer indicated Spock was on the bridge, so Jim discarded his clothes and got into the shower. He planned on drinking coffee when he was finished, so he could face the rest of his shift. What he really wanted was about three days straight of sleep, but that wasn’t going to happen.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the bathroom.

Spock stood in his quarters, hands behind his back. For a moment, a fleeting one, Jim was annoyed Spock had entered his quarters without his permission. They had only been…well whatever they were…for a couple of weeks. Spock shouldn’t just think he could enter without asking, should he? But then Jim realized normally he wouldn’t care. He was just still smarting from Spock not telling Jim he would miss him.

“Hey, Spock. Everything okay?” Jim smiled. ”I got back a little early so I figured I had time for a shower.”

But Spock only stared at him.


Spock moved suddenly, so fast Jim gave a yelp of surprise as he was shoved against the bulkhead. The Vulcan slammed his hands on either side of Jim’s head, trapping Jim there.

“What?” Jim asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

Spock crushed Jim’s lips under his, ferocious and bruising. Jim moaned and threw his arms around Spock’s neck, pressing into the kiss, into Spock.

When Jim finally had to come up for air, he blinked hazily at Spock. “What was that?”

“I missed you.”

“Oh.” Jim smiled. “Oh.”

“Is that all you can say?” Spock asked, his pupils blown wide, as his gaze went to Jim’s swollen lips.

Jim went in for another kiss. “I missed you, too.”


This turned out a little more sorrowful than I originally intended and I almost just deleted it thinking it was too sad. But what the hell. Here it is.


Jim found him tending his garden, knelt in the dirt, fingers in the soil. His shoulders were slightly stooped, but really that was almost the only sign of his age. That and the black hair now liberally streaked with gray.


He looked up at the darkening sky. It was not quite four but this time of the year it got dark far too early. Plus Jim was fairly sure a storm was coming.

Spock looked up from the garden he tended. His lips quirked just slightly when he took in that Jim had bundled himself into his warmest coat. “You should have stayed inside, t’hy’la. It is cold out here. I will be in soon.”

“To think I used to be always hot,” Jim replied. “While I’m grateful for the extra time I got from that super blood, it would have been nice to have a few other perks.”

“The fact that you are still with me is all that I need. I will warm you up later.”

Jim smiled. “Is that a promise?”

“Of course.”

Jim looked down at what Spock was growing. “Your onions are doing great.”

“Indeed. I will be harvesting them tomorrow and most everything else, too. The weather is turning too cold to grow much of anything much longer.”

He sounded wistful and Jim hated that. He should have let them move to a climate better suited for Spock’s wanting to grow things.

“Speaking of onions,” Jim said instead. “I’m making potato leek soup and we’ll have hot fresh baked rolls with it.”

“I look forward to it.”

There didn’t seem much else to say and Jim really was cold.

“Okay, I’ll see you inside.”

“Yes, t’hy’la.”

Jim bit his lip and turned to go back into the farmhouse. He paused on the porch to look back. The thing he feared most, more than any other in this lifetime, was that he would outlive Spock. He would ensure that it would not be for long, should that happen, but it still plagued him. In the other universe, Spock had died saving the Enterprise, he knew that. And the other him had endured it. Somehow. And in the end he’d made sure Spock lived once more. Yet, that Spock had died alone without Jim, anyway.

He watched as Spock stood with still a great amount of grace. He wiped the dirt off his robe and turned toward the path to return to the farmhouse himself.

Spock arched his brow when he saw that Jim still stood on the porch.

Jim pulled him up the stairs and wrapped his arms around his Vulcan.

“I am still covered in dirt, ashayam.”

“I don’t care.”

Spock leaned his head against Jim’s. “You did not return to the warmth of the house.”

“I know. It’s not warm without you.”

“You are most—”

“Illogical. Yeah.” Jim pulled back and smiled at the Vulcan that was everything. “I love being your illogical human.”

Spock’s hand came up to caress Jim’s cheek. “You do it so well.”

He laughed then and soundly kissed his husband. “I love you. So much.”

“And I worship and adore you.”

Jim took Spock’s hand and led him inside the farmhouse.

And it was indeed…warm.

Flash Fic Friday, June 23, 2017

Prompt This Week: Going Back to Bed (or in this case staying there) , interfering with diplomacy which will require an excuse!


Jim woke slowly, trying to acclimate himself to where he was exactly. Besides bed of course. That much he knew. He felt a heavy arm across his midsection and for half a second he drew a complete blank. Then the arm shifted and a hand stroked up his hip and to his stomach.

“Spock?” he whispered, shivering.

“Is it morning, Captain?”

Spock’s voice was thick with sleep and somehow it was incredibly endearing. He was as naked as Jim himself was, of course, and plastered against Jim, all hot molten lava. But Jim didn’t mind. In face there was a chill in the air and even from where he lay in bed, he could see out the window that the snow was falling softly.

“Looks that way.”

Instead of moving away from Jim and rising from the bed as he expected, Spock snuggled closer. And even kissed Jim’s ear.


“Are you experiencing regret for our extensive sexual copulation last evening?” Spock asked. He didn’t sound particularly bothered or concerned.

“Extensive?” Jim smiled. How could he not?

“As I recall I took you in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, in the chair over there, and then—”

“Okay, yeah,” Jim said quickly. “Extensive.” He cleared his throat. Flexed his ass a little. Which turned out to be a mistake because Spock pressed closer and Jim felt Spock’s hard dick sliding over the crease between his cheeks. “Spock, stop that.” He may have groaned that.

“”To what do you refer?”

Jim chuckled. “You know what. We’re supposed to get up and leave. Our shore leave is over and we’re due in San Francisco to meet with the diplomats from…” Spock pressed against him. “Fuck.”

“They are from Xaria 4, Captain. There is no Federation planet, Fuck.”

“Smartass.” He yelped when Spock pinched his cheek. “Hey!”

“Did that hurt?” Spock murmured.

“Well, no. But it might have.”

Spock licked Jim’s ear.

“Oh my God.” He shivered. “How did I not know you are such a horndog?”


“Hell no. But my ass might be if you keep this up.”

“I suspect it will be just fine.”

Jim sighed and leaned back against him. “If I had known Riverside would cause you to attack me I would have invited you before.”

“I did not attack you, Captain. We engaged in extensive—”

“Sexual copulation. Yeah, I know. I don’t mean like punch me out. Anyway, why now? Our last night.”

“I could no longer resist you.”

“That sounds good.” Jim closed his eyes. “I guess we have to get up.”

“Or…we could stay in bed.”

Jim craned his neck a little to look at Spock. “What?”

“The crew still has three more days of shore leave before we must depart Earth. It was only the two of us who were advised to attend the diplomatic meeting.”

“Well, yeah, but we’re sort of important. And if we miss it, there will be hell to pay.”

“Mm. I believe it is snowing harder. What do you think?”

Jim glanced at the window. “It doesn’t look any worse than a few minutes ago.”

Spock shook him. “Does it not? I believe it may turn into a blizzard.”

Jim licked his lips. “Yes. You know. You’re right, Mister Spock. That definitely looks like a blizzard.”


Spock nipped his ear.

“Let’s just…stay in bed then, right?”

He felt the tip of Spock’s cock press between his cheeks. “I quite agree, Captain.”

“Spock,” Jim moaned out. To hell with diplomacy.

Not This Time


I should have told you…something. And now…it’s too late. My heart hurts so much. I can’t even breathe. I can’t even see past the tears. I feel so empty. Lost. Your face. Do you know? Do you even know what you were to me? I dreamed of tasting your lips. Touching your tongue with mine. Running my hands over your bare skin. It was not to be.

“Doctor, we’re losing him!”

“Damn it. Get out of the way. Get Spock out of here!”

“No. Jim! I want—”




Jim gasped as his lungs filled with air. He began to choke, leaning on the glass of the observation deck.

What the fuck was that?

“Captain? Are you all right, sir?” Ensign Davers was suddenly by his side, touching his arm.

Was he? He didn’t know. He’d never spaced out like that before.

“Yeah, fine. Thank you, Ensign.”

Davers looked uncertain, but he nodded, practically clicked his heals and saluted, and excused himself from the observation deck.

Maybe he was a little more apprehensive about the mission coming up then he’d thought. Which wasn’t exactly like him.

Shaking his head, he decided it was time to return to his quarters and get some real rest.

As he approached his door, he spotted Spock and Uhura in the hallway outside hers, a little ways down. She had her arms around his neck as usual. And his gut twisted, also as usual. Dumb, Jim.

She kissed Spock on the corner of his mouth and then released him, entering her quarters. Spock turned and headed down the corridor toward Jim.



“If you have time, I would like to discuss the parameters of the upcoming mission.”

Jim shook his head. “Yeah. I don’t. Not really. I’m a little tired and kind of spacey.”

Spock straightened minutely. “It will not take long.”

Jim accessed his door. “All right.”

Spock stepped in after him. “I recommend that you not be part of the landing party.”

Jim pulled off his gold tunic. “Why?”

“The mission does not require two senior officers. And since it is more a scientific mission, my presence is more logical.”

Jim frowned.

Spock stands in front of a native plant, scanning it. He begins to speak, “This is fascinating, Captain. The plant—”

Jim sees the plant turn its-its head or bud or whatever and aim its spores right at Spock’s side, where his heart is.


Jim pushes Spock out of the way and the spores hit him. He goes down.


Jim looked at Spock. “I think Lieutenant Commander Morse can handle the mission. I want both of us to skip it.”


“You have your orders, Commander.”

“Very well,” Spock replied, but he was not at all pleased. Even for a Vulcan. He turned to leave.

“Spock, I—”

Spock turned back. “Captain?”

“Nothing,” he said softly. “Goodnight.”


And Spock was gone.

Jim touched his fingers to his lips.

I dreamed of tasting your lips. Touching your tongue with mine. Running my hands over your bare skin. It was not to be.


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