Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto)

Tag: Star Trek

  • Flash Fic, November 15, 2019 (Fall Guys)

    NSFW

    Jim woke in the darkness feeling restless and horny. Not that unusual really. Spock slept beside him, his heavy limbs still partially covering him. And Spock sleeping beside him is what made him this way.

    They hadn’t done much more than hand jobs and blow jobs because Spock was being very careful. But Jim had discovered Spock had this amazing self-lubricating cock he was just dying to try out.

    Maneuvering himself on the bed, he got his sleep shorts off and then the ties of the sleeping robe Spock wore undone. He pushed Spock gently until he was lying on his back, legs slightly parted. The Vulcan was half hard already and Jim decided he’d see to it that he got Spock hard the rest of way.

    He placed himself between Spock’s spread thighs and opened his mouth over the tip of Spock’s thickening penis.

    Spock came awake instantly as his cock hardened fully in Jim’s mouth.

    “Jim,” Spock moaned. His fingers reached down to thread in Jim’s hair as he pushed himself deeper with Jim’s mouth.

    This…they had done. But this time Jim wanted more.

    He rolled Spock’s testicles between his thumb and forefinger, adjusting his gag reflexes the further Spock thrust into him and just when he knew Spock was becoming almost unbearable aroused, he pulled his mouth off Spock’s engorged member.

    “Jim,” Spock whined.

    “Ssh. I know. I have something else in mind.”

    He stretched across Spock to reach for the tube he’d left on the bedside table and squeezed a small amount out.

    “Ashaya…”

    “It’s okay.”

    “But—”

    Jim shoved his lubricated fingers into his own hole. His erection jumped eagerly as his digits moved within himself, preparing himself to take that big Vulcan cock.

    When he thought it was enough, he straddled either side of Spock’s legs.

    Spock stopped him just as he was about to lower himself down. “Are-are you sure, Jim?”

    “Yes, babe. I’m sure. Trust me. Want you so much.”

    Spock, instead of letting Jim go, helped him to lower his ass down onto Spock’s hard throbbing member. They both let out needy moans as Spock became fully embedded within him.

    “Spock, oh my…”

    “Yes, Ashaya, you-you feel so good.”

    Spock pounded up into him, holding Jim down as he thrust up, hard and deep. When Spock’s hand wrapped around Jim’s erection, he mewled.

    “I can’t-I can’t stop…”

    “Do not,” Spock urged.

    Jim gasped, his whole body vibrating as pleasure coursed through him. He released all over Spock and himself, jisms of spunk splattering everywhere. With just a few more thrusts, Spock spilled into him, crying out hoarsely.

    After Jim collapsed on him, Spock held him tightly.

    “Are you certain you are all right, Jim?”

    Jim chuckled. “Lost a few brain cells, but yes. You?”

    Spock was quiet for a moment, and the said, almost reverently, “I am amazing.”

    “Yeah you are.”

    “While I appreciate the sentiment, that is not my intent. I have…never felt such…contentment…with anyone. I am so thoroughly captivated by you I cannot and will not imagine any circumstances that do not have us together for the rest of our lives.”

    Jim leaned up to gaze at him. “Me too. I’ve loved you for so long, this hardly feels real.”

    “It is the same for me.” Spock paused. “T’hy’la.”

    Jim smiled. It whispered around him, warmed him, like a secret embrace. “I like that word. It’s…”

    “You. Me. Us. You are my mate, now and always.”

    His smile widened. His gaze went to the window. “Looks cold and windy today. How about we spend the day in bed, just being together.”

    “I can think of nothing I want more.”

  • Flash Fic, November 08, 2019 (Fall Guys)

    “What exactly is a…hayride?”

    Jim smiled as he pulled on a heavy, quilted plaid shirt. The plaid was a sort of umber color and he wore khaki cargo pants and combat boots with it. Spock was dressed in black jeans and gray sweater that appeared to have metallic silver threads through it. It might have looked a little too dressy on anyone other than Spock, but somehow it suited the Vulcan.

    “You never did one as a kid?”

    Spock arched a brow. “On Vulcan?”

    Jim laughed. “No, I guess not. But I thought, you know, on Earth, when you’d come with your mom or something.”

    “Generally, when we visited, it was with Father for his diplomatic visits,” Spock explained as he wrapped a gray scarf around his neck. “Even if we saw Mother’s family, which was rare, they always came to us in the hotels and accommodations provided to us for Father’s diplomacy.”

    Jim frowned. “So your mother never really got much time to visit where she was from?”

    “She did not.”

    “Well…that sucks.”

    “She never expressed such a sentiment.”

    “Maybe your dad never gave her much of a chance.” Jim shook his head. “I don’t know, Spock. I’m glad you aren’t like him and try to, I don’t know, logic away every ounce of my humanness to conform to expectations.”

    Spock stepped close and tugged the collar of Jim’s shirt into place. “I suspect such methods would have little to no success where you are concerned.”

    Jim grinned. “You’re right about that.”

    “You did not answer my question.”

    “Oh. Yeah. Sorry. You get into this wagon full of hay and you’re dragged behind a tractor or a truck while you ride in it.”

    “For what purpose?”

    “Fun.”

    Spock simply stared at him and so Jim’s grin widened.

    “Come on, babe. Let’s go.” He went to move forward and swayed as he got lightheaded. Spock was right there grabbing onto him.

    “Jim…”

    “I’m all right.”

    “You are not. You are doing too much. You are supposed to rest and you have done nothing of the sort.”

    “Spock, I am fine. I just…as my grandmother used to say…had a spell.”

    “You are not your grandmother and you were recently severely injured.”

    “Babe, it’s fine, I swear. Okay?” He leaned in and kissed Spock on the corner of the mouth. “Can we go?”

    “Very well.”

    But Jim noticed that Spock held onto Jim’s arm as they left the farmhouse and made their way, on foot, down the road to where the planned hayride was to be held.

    When they arrived there were already several others, including families excitedly waiting for their turn, so they had a while to wait in line for it. Spock still held on to Jim, like he could keep him standing by sheer will. Jim supposed Spock could.

    There was a crispness to the air that was normal for November here, and soon enough it would become crisper still. Something Spock was definitely not looking forward to.

    Finally they made it to the front of the line.

    “Our turn,” Jim said cheerfully to his grumpy Vulcan.

    They piled into the wagon full of hay with a family that included four rambunctious children. One of which kicked Jim in the side, accidentally as they scrambled around the wagon.

    Spock gave the child’s mother a death glare.

    “Uh, sorry. Sorry,” she said hurriedly, pulling her little boy away from Spock. “Anthony, watch your feet. You kicked that man.”

    Jim smiled. “It’s all right.”

    Spock glanced at him, stonily.

    “Behave,” Jim whispered.

    Spock pursed his lips, but said nothing as the tractor started up and began to pull along the wagon.

    “Sometimes they’d use horses,” Jim told him.

    “They would be far less smelly.”

    Jim laughed. “I don’t know about that. Horses have a tendency to go when they gotta go.”

    They were pulled around the field at a rapid speed that made Spock hold onto the side of the wagon, his face looking even paler than normal. Jim thought it was exhilarating.

    When they finally stopped, Spock was the first one out of the wagon, practically hauling Jim right off his feet to take him out of it.

    Jim put his hands on Spock’s arms. “Fun, yeah?”

    Spock actually rolled his eyes. “I will be picking hay out of parts of me for hours.”

    He couldn’t help but laugh again as they headed back down the road toward the farmhouse, their hands locked together.

    “Corn chowder for dinner?”

    Spock nodded. “Yes.”

    Jim knew their domestication wouldn’t last. Eventually they’d be back on the Enterprise, returning to missions and danger and all of that, and truly, he could not wait. But this was nice too.    

  • Flash Fic, November 01, 2019

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    Jim had loved November most of his life. He really had. The month had some of his better memories when he was a kid. For years, prior to his eleventh birthday, he would leave Riverside and travel to San Jose in California where his grandparents lived, his dad’s parents, his only connection really to the Kirks for the most part, and he’d stay there from November 01 to November 30th.

    In those days, Sam came with him too, though already he had an attitude. He couldn’t understand why Grandpa and Grandma Kirk wouldn’t or couldn’t keep them full time instead of them having to live in Riverside with Frank, with Mom gone most of the time.

    They’d never had any real explanation either. Sam had asked. Their grandparents had gotten silent and weird about it and it had been the worst of the Novembers they’d spent there, so the next November, Jim had begged Sam not to say anything, and to his relief, Sam hadn’t, and everything had been normal.

    The year Jim turned eleven, though, that October, his mother had come home for a time and had taken them aside to tell them that Grandpa Kirk had ‘passed away’ as she’d said, and Grandma couldn’t handle a visit with them that year. That meant the previous November was the last time Jim had ever seen either of them, because Jim was sent to Tarsus IV the following year and when he came home from that nightmare and it became just him and his mom, no Frank, no Sam, no one, his mom had the task of informing him Grandma Kirk had died too.

    For a while, when November came it only brought Jim sadness, but time brought distance from his sorrow, and he didn’t feel that way anymore.

    “Captain?”

    Jim looked up from the box of stuff he was going through in the basement. He sat on the ground.

    “Are you down here?”

    “Yeah, Spock, I am. Come on down.”

    He smiled faintly as Spock’s footsteps descended the stairs. Spock appeared, still wearing the scarf he had wrapped around his neck earlier.

    “Done with your walk?”

    “Yes. What are you doing?”

    Jim looked down at the box. “A box of my grandparents old things.” He shrugged. “I didn’t get much. Or I…didn’t save much, I should say. I was just a stupid kid when they died, you know? And I received these boxes. I didn’t open them for a long time, because, well I was stupid, like I said, and angry too. Because they died. Some were addressed to Sam, too. He was already gone though and…” Jim closed his eyes and shook his head.

    Spock crouched down next to him. “What, Ashayam?”

    “While I was gone to-to Tarsus…” He paused at the sharp intake from Spock, but the Vulcan wisely said nothing. “Well, Frank got rid of all of Sam’s stuff. He wasn’t coming back, not ever, and we all knew that. But he also got rid of the boxes from our grandparents. Threw most of it away without ever even opening any of them. Sold some stuff he did go through.  When I got back from that place, I went through some stuff, and I was just, I was so messed up then, Spock. I saw so much horror, I didn’t care about anything.”

    Spock reached for Jim’s hand then, closing his fingers around Jim’s palm. “I grieve with thee.”

    He smiled a little “The point of that long rambling is to say that this box, well, it’s all I have left of them. It’s just…knick-knacks mostly. Mementos that aren’t worth anything. Like this.” He reached in and took out a marble seal. “When I was six, I wanted this. We were at a store, you know, and I asked for it and she got it for me. But I was six and the moment we brought it back to her house, I completely forgot about it. But she kept it. And it ended up in this box of stuff sent to me.”

    “For her to have kept it, she must have found it important,” Spock said softly.

    “Yeah. Sam was convinced they didn’t want us and that’s why we spent a month with them every year and that was it. But I-I’m not so sure. Guess we’ll never know now.” Jim moved to stand up and Spock straightened and pulled him up. “Hungry?”

    “I could eat.”

    “Let’s go into town and have dinner at Eric’s Restaurant. They have some good choices for both of us. And I need to get out of this space for a bit.”

    “This house or the space in your head?” Spock asked, drawing Jim near.

    “Both I suppose. Sorry, I don’t mean to be melancholy. November just gets me thinking of them. They were really all I had of my dad. Mom didn’t like them around much because she thought about him, too, but that wasn’t a good thing for her.”

    He leaned down and reached into the box again. He pulled out a small stuffed white cat. It was yellowed now. It was that old.

    “Yours?” Spock guessed.

    Jim smiled. “Nope. His. Dad’s. When he was a little boy. She sent it to me.” He rubbed his chest. It ached but it was emotional ache. He blinked away the moisture in his eyes. “Never mind. I’m glad you’re with me. I love you. So much. Thank you for being here.”

    “I will always be by your side, Jim.” Spock drew him up the basement stairs. “Come dinner waits.”

  • Flash Fic, October 25, 2019

    In the nearly a month they had been living together at the Riverside farmhouse, Spock had become used to Jim rising from their bed before he did. It was a strange experience, because Spock had always risen well before Nyota during their time together and Spock was aware that Vulcans didn’t need as much sleep as Humans.

    But of course, Spock was no ordinary Vulcan. And Jim was no ordinary Human. At first he was worried about Jim’s sleep patterns and wondered if his sleep was disturbed with unpleasant dreams that woke him, but it soon became clear that was not the case, on average anyway, and that Jim’s sleep patterns were normal for him. He functioned very highly with much less sleep than others around him.

    Spock found himself often quite exhausted after nights of explorations between him and Jim. Though they had not fully consummated things between them, they’d experienced a lot of erotic play. Spock was careful never to take things too far while Jim recuperated. But last night their mutual blowjobs, as Humans called them, had been extremely satisfactory. Jim had referred to their position as 69.

    Curious.

    Today, Spock recalled as he rose from their bed to shower, they were going into the city proper for an event Jim told him was the Harvest Festival. Children would also be participating in an ancient custom called ‘Trick or Treating’ where they were given candy.

    “I know, you never went Trick or Treating on Vulcan,” Jim had said with a wry smile.

    “I did not.”

    Jim had told him the neighborhood kids traipsing about from door to door was no longer especially practiced, but there were generally activities such as this for children. He’d also asked Spock if he wanted to wear a costume.

    Spock had declined.

    Spock did dress in autumnal colors after bathing. He pulled on a pair of brown slacks that he paired with an auburn sweater. He also put on his brown ankle boots.

    He found Jim sitting at the dining room table, coffee and coffee cake in front of him, furiously typing on a PADD.

    Spock walked behind him to peer down at the screen. He straightened. “Jim, you are on leave.”

    “I know.” Jim absently held out two fingers toward Spock, who, of course, met them gratefully. “Good morning.”

    Spock shook his head and went into the kitchen. “Good morning. What time do you want to leave for the Festival?”

    “Soon as I finish this.”

    “You aren’t supposed to be doing that.” Spock lifted a cup to his mouth and took a large swallow of tea that Jim had left for him. It was still hot, so Jim must have heard him getting ready upstairs. He did love an efficient boyfriend.

    “It’s just the roster for when we’re back on the Enterprise.”

    “I could have attended to that.”

    “It’s your leave too.” Jim forked a bite of the cake, popped into his mouth and chewed.

    Spock was endlessly puzzled with Jim’s love for sweet breakfasts. “I was not subjected to mass internal injuries.”

    “I’m fine, honey.” Jim swiped his finger across the PADD and then set it aside. He leaned back in the chair and gave Spock a heart stopping smile. “You look scrumptious.”

    “At least you are looking at me now,” Spock replied with a raised eyebrow. He noted Jim had on a bright orange T-shirt with a ghoulish Jack O Lantern face on the front. “Where did you get that?”

    “Ordered it online.” Jim stood and went to where Spock stood. “Don’t look so grumpy. This is going to be fun.”

    “Wandering around in crowds of strangers who paw at merchandise they do not need, running to stand in lines for rides that are unsafe not to mention unwise, throwing darts at balloons in an effort to win prizes they will throw away next week…”

    Jim laughed and kissed him. “You are grumpy.”

    Spock shook his head. “I will do anything you wish to, Jim.”

    Jim’s grin slipped into a soft smile. “I know. Because you’re just happy I’m alive and that you love me.”

    “Yes.”

    Jim kissed him again. “All right. Harvest Festival time.”

    Much later, they returned home, Jim drooping again, but proudly holding the stuffed pumpkin with legs Spock had won him, and Spock holding the water filled bag with the goldfish Jim had won him.

    And they’d both ate far too much candy.

    But Spock had to admit, that yes, it had been fun. 

  • Flash Fic, October 11, 2019

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    When Spock opened his eyes, he was staring into the intense blueness of his boyfriend’s irises. He blinked and let his gaze move down to the soft smile lighting up Jim’s face.

    “Ashayam?”

    “Nothing’s wrong, sweetheart. It’s morning.”

    Spock’s gaze toward the window, noting the light streaming through. “I overslept?”

    “No, no. It’s only ten.”

    “Ten? That is late.”

    Jim laughed. “Guess I wore you out. I brought your tea. I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the pumpkin patch with me.”

    “Pumpkin patch?”

    “Yeah. You know what a pumpkin is.”

    Spock nodded as he sat up. “Of course. Ever since our arrival on Earth you have been obsessed with pumpkin spice everything.”

    Jim had even purchased pumpkin spice tea for Spock and it mostly tasted like cloves and cinnamon, so Spock didn’t mind.

    Spock didn’t mind much of anything that made Jim happy at this time. Only a short time ago, Spock had feared he’d been robbed of Jim once again.

    The mission had been untenable from the start and everything had gone absolutely wrong culminating in Jim’s life threatening injuries. Both Spock and Doctor McCoy thought more than once Jim would succumb, but he’d come out of it, thankfully, wonderfully, alive. Starfleet had ordered Jim to take an extended medical leave, a minimum of three months. At first, Jim had balked, until Komack had agreed Jim could take that leave on Earth, with Spock by his side.

    Jim was much improved. He still limped slightly, but even that would eventually go away. And Spock found himself filled with gratitude and abiding love for Jim.

    “Right. But this is pumpkin. I mean just the fruit. The squash. You go to this place and it’s filled with all kinds of them. Some you can carve and some you make into pie and just…you know. I want to go.”

    Spock nodded. “Give me some time to get ready and then we will leave.”

    Jim smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “You got it. Tea’s on the bedside table. See you downstairs.”

    Spock watched Jim walk stiffly from the room and when he was gone, Spock closed his eyes. Jim was still with him. Yes. And mostly better. They’d even been able to enjoy intimacy.

    He rose from their bed and went into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. His mind had been disordered since the ‘incident’. No doubt the real reason he’d slept all the way until ten.

    He took his tea with him and went downstairs to be greeted once more by Jim, this time with a slice of fresh baked banana bread. Even though it was Jim who had been injured, Spock noticed Jim seemed determined to take care of him.

    The pumpkin patch turned out to be crowded with families, but Jim seemed unbothered by this. He wandered up and down the aisles looking at pumpkins of various sizes. Some he said were sugar pumpkins, the kind used for pies, and others were carving pumpkins for what he said were Jack O Lanterns.

    By the time Jim had chosen several pumpkins, Spock could tell that Jim was suddenly, incredibly exhausted. He’d lost several shades of color and was very pale. Spock immediately rushed to him.

    “Jim, ashaya.”

    Jim sagged against him, clutching the sleeves of Spock’s sweater. “I’m okay, sweetheart. Just a little tired.”

    “You have done too much. We need to return home.”

    “I won’t argue with you, but I want to buy these pumpkins first.”

    Spock blew out a breath. “Very well.” He lowered Jim to a bench. “You wait here while I arrange the purchases.”

    When Spock had paid for all Jim’s pumpkins, he got Jim into the hover car and drove them back to the farmhouse.

    Jim moved to get himself into the house and then protested when Spock came toward him. “I can walk, Spock.”

    “I know but—

    “I’m okay, I promise. Just got too much sun exposure and did too much, I got tired. That’s all.”

    Once inside, Spock made Jim sit again.

    “Spock—”

    “Indulge me. You almost died again and—”

    Jim took Spock’s hand and drew him down onto Jim’s lap.

    “I am too heavy.”

    “Oh be quiet,” Jim said with a laugh. Then he put his arm around Spock to hold him there. “I’m here. I didn’t die, okay?”

    “Because of Dr. McCoy’s expertise. You take too many chances.”

    “Spock. Just…kiss me.”

    Spock did lean down and place a chaste kiss on Jim’s lips. He then got up when Jim let him. “Pumpkin soup for dinner?”

    Jim smiled. “Sounds great. Want my help?”

    “Are you capable?”

    “Give me five minutes. Then we’ll cook together. Come here.” Jim pulled him back down. “I love you. Thank you for going with me to the pumpkin patch.”

    “You are welcome. And I love you. More than I have words to convey.”

    For fun here is a link to a pumpkin soup recipe: https://thesaltymarshmallow.com/easy-pumpkin-soup/

  • Flash Fic Wednesday, October 02, 2019

    Every Wednesday in October you will get an October themed flash (including Halloweenish, though I will try not to make them too scary. Enjoy!

    “Bones hates pumpkin spice.”

    Spock looked up from his PADD to eye his captain who had just flopped down across from Spock at the table in the mess room. “While unfortunate considering your obsessive love for it, I hardly think it warrants the alarm in your tone, Captain.”

    “Well.” Jim sighed and leaned his chin on his hand. “I’ve known him for, I don’t know, years and years, and you think you know a guy and…then wham. They declare such a blasphemy.”

    “You could look at it as an indication that leaves more pumpkin spice for you.”

    His captain smiled. “That’s true.”

    “And also an indication that the doctor is not entirely right in the head.” Spock paused. “Although I have long suspected that.”

    Jim’s smile widened. “Damn, but you do know how to make me feel better.”

    “As first officer, it is my duty to do so.”

    “Mm. I guess so.” Jim lifted a cup to his lips and Spock gave a sniff.

    “Speaking of, is that…”

    “Pumpkin spice tea. Yes. Uhura got it for me on Starbase 9. She said she saw it in the store and knew because I was a pumpkin spice nut, I would appreciate it. She was right.”

    Spock considered. “It does smell good. But was it a recent gift, Captain?”

    “Uh.”

    “I wondered as this is the first time in my presence that you have had a cup and I could not imagine you were, perhaps, holding back from me that you had acquired it.”

    “Uh.”

    “As I recall Nyota returned from Starbase 9 a month ago.”

    “Well.”

    “The same as the rest of us. And I believe she also found pumpkin spice coffee for you at that time as well.”

    Jim bit his lip. “How’d you know that?”

    “She was excited to tell me about her findings. This may come as a surprise to you, Jim, but many of the crew think about your preferences when they are at places like the store on Starbase 9. They like to please you.”

    “That’s so sweet,” Jim said with a wide smile.

    “But you were, in fact, holding back the tea. And I don’t believe Nyota mentioned that purchase to me.  Did you convince her not to tell me?”

    “Uh.”

    Spock shook his head.

    “I’ll make you some tonight over chess,” Jim said in a rush. “And, you know…” Jim paused to let his tongue trace over his lips in a deliberate flirtation Spock was well aware of. “Before bed.”

    Spock inclined his head. “Very well. And the pumpkin truffles, too.”

    “Damn it!” Jim laughed, held his fingers out for Spock, who met them, and then went back to his PADD.   

  • Dancing on My Own Song Flash, September 27, 2019

    Today’s song flash is for Dancing on My Own by Calum Scott. At one time I wanted to do a full story to this song but it’s just not going to work out. So a flash it is. And that concludes my song fics for now.

    Spock wasn’t even sure how he had let this happen. It hadn’t been his intention.

    Things had been hot and heavy between him and Jim Kirk. Perhaps a little too hot and heavy and so, since Spock worried about appearances, and about Jim passing his tests for the semester at the Academy, he had suggested they take a break. Spock had meant to imply it was temporary, but Jim had gotten that shuttered closed off look he sometimes got and hadn’t spoken to Spock since. Had refused all communications with Spock.

    Then Spock had heard through others that Jim was dating someone else. Spock had been…heartbroken. That hadn’t been what he meant to happen at all.

    So, when Nyota had suggested they begin spending time together, Spock had seen no reason not to do so.

    Until Nyota had invited him to this club, pulled him onto the dance floor, and kissed him.

    Startled, Spock pulled her hands down from around his neck, and stepped back. “Nyota, I…”

    Her hands went up to her face. “Oh. Spock. I’m sorry.”

    “It is I who apologize. I have given you the wrong idea. It was…my error.” Spock looked around, trying to find a place off the dance floor where he could speak to her more privately. It was then that he spotted Jim, looking absolutely devastated, right before he turned and fled the club.

    Nyota followed Spock’s gaze. She looked back at Spock. “You’re still in love with Kirk, aren’t you?”

    Spock did not reply but he didn’t need to, not really.

    “You should go after him, Spock.” She touched his arm. “Before it’s too late and you both regret something.”

    He opened his mouth to argue, then nodded, and hurried off the dance floor and to the exit.

    There were two directions Jim could have gone and though Spock was unsure which way to choose, he went to the right toward a courtyard. It was later and hardly anyone was around.

    By instinct he had chosen this way, and he had been right.

    In the middle of the courtyard was a large, old fountain. Jim was next to it but he wasn’t standing or sitting. Instead he was swaying as though dancing to some invisible music.

    When Spock approached him, he looked over, but continued his dancing.

    “Jim.”

    “I…heard you were with her.” Jim gave a little gasp. “I didn’t believe it until I saw you kiss her.”

    “She kissed me.”

    Jim shook his head. “I knew it was stupid to come there tonight. But-but Sulu said you were there, with her, and I just had to see it.”

    “It is not at all what you think you saw.”

    “No?” He stopped dancing then. “I was there a while. At the club. You two were so engrossed you didn’t even see me. Is that why you broke up with me?”

    “Ashaya, I did not break up with you. That was…I made a mistake. I thought…we spent so much time together I thought I was interfering with your studies.”

    “Did I ever say you were?”

    “No. But both Dr. McCoy and Captain Pike implied that.”

    “What?”

    “I thought a short break would benefit you and there had been whisperings about the inappropriateness of our relationship. I did not intend to break up and have-have felt bereft that you thought that was my intention.”

    Jim took a step closer to him. “What was all Uhura then?”

    “There had been indications you were dating others and Nyota expressed a desire to go out a few times.” Spock paused. “I did not realize until tonight that she meant more than as friends. Jim, my preference is for…males.” He paused again. “My preference is for you.”

    Jim laughed then and it sounded a bit hysterical. “Spock, I’ve been…you broke my heart.”

    Spock felt an ache in his side as he reached for Jim. “I am sorry.”

    Jim kissed him, deeply, thoroughly. “Don’t be sorry. Just mend it.”

    Spock pulled Jim close, burying his face in Jim’s throat. “T’hy’la.”

    “What does that word mean? You’ve said it before.”

    Spock pulled back only far enough to kiss Jim’s jaw. “Come home with me. And I will show you.”

    “What about Uhura?”

    “She told me to go after you. She knows it is you I love. And always will.”

    Jim smiled. It lit up his face. “I love you, too. Yes, Spock. I’ll go home with you.”

    “And perhaps, you can stay there. With me.”

    Jim took Spock’s hand as they walked out of the courtyard. “You want me to move in?”

    “Yes. Jim. What were you doing by the fountain?”

    “Dancing. On my own.” He laughed. It was lighter than his earlier laugh. “Never mind. Come on, Professor. I’m dying for you. I’ll beg if you want.”

    Spock moistened his lips. “I do want.”

    And Jim laughed again. It warmed and loosened Spock’s heart. They quickened their steps for home.               

  • The Sight

    is finished. I apologize in advance.

  • Flash Fic, September 25, 2019

    The Conclusion of our Clueless Vulcan

    Spock had barely been in his quarter but a few minutes when someone buzzed for access. Spock couldn’t have said why, but he suspected it was Jim.

    “Come.”

    “Hi Spock. Got a moment?”

    Spock found himself dreading whatever Jim would say. But he could hardly deny his captain. “Yes, of course.”

    Jim nodded. He looked uncomfortable and his gaze landed everywhere except on Spock. “Listen, I owe you an apology.”

    Of all the things Spock had expected the captain to say, that hadn’t been one of them. He was at a loss to respond or even know if he ought to, so he waited for Jim to continue.

    “I’ve been…behaving inappropriately. Giving you mixed signals. And I’m aware of it, but I haven’t been able to reconcile thoughts in my head until now. None of this is your fault, Spock. It’s all on me.”

    When he paused for a long time, Spock felt prodded to respond in some way.

    “What is?”

    Jim shook his head. He’d wrapped his arms around himself in body language Spock recognized as defensive.

    “I’ve had these feelings that I struggled with. I’ve found myself interested in you in ways far beyond friendship or camaraderie. And for much of that time, you’d be with Uhura and so I had forced myself to dismiss all of it. When you two broke up, I started to hope…” He shook his head again and turned entirely away from Spock. “I hoped that maybe, there might, someday, be some kind of reciprocation on your end. I convinced myself you’d been flirting with me. Vulcan flirting, but still. And that had me thinking that I’d been right to think there was a chance for us.”

    He paused again, seeming to shrink unto himself and Spock reached toward him even as Jim spoke.

    “But now I know I was kidding myself and all you’ll ever feel for me is friendship and that camaraderie. And finding that out…well…it hurt for a while.”

    Spock blinked. “When did I…?”

    “I heard you in the corridor with Uhura one night. I think my mom once told me that if you eavesdrop you’re bound to hear something you wished you hadn’t and she sure was right about that.”

    “But…”

    “I know I had no right to feel hurt. You didn’t owe me your affections or anything. But I took it badly. I drank myself into a stupor with Bones that night. And after, in order to protect both of us, or I thought so anyway, I pulled back from you even as a friend. That was wrong and I can see it negatively affected not only our working relationship but that of the crew.” Jim inhaled and exhaled. “So, basically, I’m sorry. I’ve made a big effort to get past it all and I think I have, so, from now on—”

    “No.”

    Jim turned around so fast to stare at Spock he almost lost his balance. His arms had dropped down from being crossed in front of his chest.

    “Excuse me?”

    “What if I do not desire you to get past it?”

    “Huh?”

    Spock let out a heavy, frustrated sigh, the likes of which were unheard from him, he knew, and very human, but at the moment he didn’t care. He was not good with words. Not emotional ones anyway. And if he’d needed proof, the fact that he had nearly destroyed what would absolutely matter to him most going forward, with carelessly spoken words he knew not to be true when he said it, should tell him that words were not needed just then.

    Instead he took the few steps left to reach Jim and took hold of Jim’s arms, gently in his grasp. Those blue blue eyes widened as Spock leaned in and kissed him.

    At first Jim’s lips didn’t move, didn’t accept the kiss Spock gave him and Spock had a momentary regret, fearing he’d gotten this all wrong after all despite Jim’s words.

    But then, as Spock was about to pull away, he heard the barest gasp of breath from his captain just as his stiff, unyielding lips softened under his, opened for Spock, and allowed Spock to conquer fully. Jim’s hands fisted in Spock’s uniform shirt as he sagged against him, accepting the intrusion of Spock’s tongue eagerly.

    Spock wasn’t sure how long they kissed. It felt like seconds, too short, but might have been years for all that he was aware of anything but Jim.

    And there would be things, surely, that they would need to talk about, together, their past, their present, and definitely their future, but for now their lips, their arms wrapped around each other as Spock moved them toward his bed, their very bodies, that was all the conversation they needed now.

    As he flung Jim onto the bed, his captain bouncing slightly upon impact, Spock flung himself onto Jim, his lips seeking purchase against Jim’s, his mouth wanting to return to the ultimate purpose of claiming this human as his…forever.

    But Jim, predictably, had to have more than mere action. He paused to seek out Spock’s gaze, a question in his eyes.

    “Spock, yeah?”

    He nodded. “I do not have the words.”

    Those sensuous lips, so addicting, curved into the slightest of smiles that somehow seemed more genuine than any smile he had yet given to Spock. There was a light within the blue eyes Spock had not seen.

    “I do,” said Jim, softly. “I love you.”

    Three standard words that had seemed trite and meaningless before. So many said them without ever meaning it.

    Yet Spock felt them all the way to his Katra and beyond. Perhaps he had the words after all.

    “And I love you.”