This is lovely: Sea-Salt
Let’s see.
Did some cleaning this weekend. Usual laundry crap too. Went to Target and Trader Joe’s. Had an amazing salad we made for dinner on Saturday. Played some of my games.
Got my post date for my T’h’yla Bang story which is June 25, 2017. I also corresponded with my artist and I am excited to see what she will come up with.
I saw on the internet that Zach said Star Trek 4 was not guaranteed, but we already kind of knew that information from Chris when he said he hadn’t heard anything. As pointed out in one of the articles, Star Trek Beyond did not make as much money as the previous installments and given the turmoil going on at Paramount…well…who knows. Whatever happens, I am grateful to have the marvelous three movies we do have that has given me such joy writing about these fantastic characters Gene once created all those years ago. I do love the idea of our guys all reuniting but making another movie has never really been guaranteed. Hollywood holds no guarantee and Star Trek has never been the money maker that other “Star” series has been. So, we will see. As I said, these three movies have given me so much incredible pleasure. And introduced me to some wonderful, talented and HOT actors.
Zach also had to put his dog Noah to sleep this past week and having had to do that with my own pets in the past…it’s incredibly hard and sad.
We had to have one of our cats to the vets this past week too because of vomiting but she seems to be doing much better. We were quite concerned, so that’s a bit of a relief.
This weeks posts should include Where My Demons Hide, and if I can manage to also Who’s the Daddy, and You are the Light Leading Me. We will see. I’m going to work really hard on making my chapters longer so if that happens I may not get all of that done. Especially if I am also working on my cheating story.
Prompt was an incorrect star chart and a clandestine kiss.
“Okay, where the hell are we exactly?”
“I don’t know, Keptin. Ze planet is supposed to be here according to the latest star charts.”
Jim looked down at Chekov’s screen. He was at the science station in place of Spock, who was currently taking leave on New Vulcan.
“What about the coordinates?” Jim demanded.
“They match too, Captain,” Sulu said from his station. “But the planet’s not here.”
Jim returned to his captain’s chair. “Any signs of an explosion or debris?”
“No, sir.”
“Lieutenant Uhura, any records of distress signals?”
“No, Captain.”
“Report this to Starfleet and ask them what our orders are.”
“Aye, sir.”
Jim took his seat. They were supposed to search for a class M planet that had been reported by and charted by a freighter for further exploration. Only when they arrived, it hadn’t been there.
They were already late returning to New Vulcan for his first officer. And Jim was getting a headache. And speaking of headaches.
The doors on to the bridge opened behind him and Bones stepped out and over to his chair.
“Jim, you’re late for your physical.”
“We’re looking for a planet, Bones.”
“Yeah, we’re always looking for a planet. That’s why we’re out here. That’s no excuse.”
“Not now, Bones. This is important.”
“It’s always important.”
“Captain?”
Jim rose from his chair and went over to Uhura.
“Turns out the sector is wrong,” Uhura told him. She pointed to a new chart. “It’s over here.”
“That’s nowhere close to our current location.”
“Right. So we’ve been ordered to return to New Vulcan for Commander Spock and they’ll send the Constellation to investigate that planet.”
“The Constellation? They don’t know anything about—”
“Jim,” Bones said, waving a hypo.
Jim sighed. ”Fine. Thank you, Lieutenant. Mr. Sulu, change course for New Vulcan, warp three.”
“Aye, Captain.”
****
“Welcome back, Mr. Spock. How’s your dad?”
“Much improved, Captain,” Spock replied as they left the transporter room together. “It turned out not to be a serious illness.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
“Any problems while I was gone?”
“Nope. Just boring, routine stuff. Oh, and Bones made me do a physical.” Jim made a face.
“You were past due,” Spock said as they stepped onto the turbolift.
“Who’s side are you on?” Jim asked, grumpily.
“Yours.”
Suddenly Spock was pushing him against the bulkhead, covering Jim’s lips with his, Spock’s tongue slipping inside Jim’s mouth.
He groaned into the kiss, about read to crawl up his first officer when the turbolift doors opened on to the bridge.
Abruptly they parted and both stepped off the turbolift.
Uhura smiled at Spock, her eyes shining. “Welcome back.”
“Nyota.”
Jim went to his captain’s seat and sat down, ignoring their whispered voices. He smiled at Sulu. “Take us to Pyris VII, warp six.”
“Aye, Captain.”
Jim turned slightly in his chair to watch Spock go to his station. He touched his fingers to his lips and then turned back to the screen.
I’m going to get away from the stress of yesterday’s post today.
I have basically decided to do a story that I probably won’t be posting on AO3 (I never say never) because I don’t actually think it will have a lot of interest.
I intend to write this story for only a few select friends. Not because I am trying to exclude anyone, just because as I said, I don’t think the wider readership is there.
This week’s Flash Fic is the start of the story, but it is a very brief glimpse into the wider story. You can read the flash without reading the rest of the story. There’s nothing particularly untoward about that little scene.
Rather than have any of you who read this blog have to email me or ask on here what the story is about only to have you decide “no thanks” after I tell you, I’m going to tell you right here. If it interests you, when I have it completed, I will be sending out PDF’s of the completed story, likely with some kind of cover to be determined.
So without further ado and to stop being “mysterious”…
Jim and Spock will be cheating together, having wild sex at every opportunity and in all places, clandestine, while Spock is still with Uhura. In other words, Spock has not ended things with Uhura. This will be an exciting, forbidden thing for them for most of the story, until it reaches the conclusion it eventually does (remember I write Spirk, so you can probably imagine its ultimate ending).
So that’s it. Cheating isn’t everyone’s thing and since they do not immediately announce what they are doing to anyone, this is why I am choosing to go this route. I don’t feel like posting it anonymously on AO3, so you get this method, and it won’t be available until it is completely finished. Other than this week’s Flash Fic, it won’t be posted here, either, since it will involve graphic and frequent sex.
I already know my friend, Kris, is on board, but I thought I’d let you know here, in case anyone else might be.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
So I have today off work, which is always a good thing.
Had a nice weekend. Was alone for most of Saturday, but spent it writing, watching stuff, and playing games. Sunday was a family thing so I was gone most of the day. It wasn’t an emphasis on Easter as we aren’t really religious people but cousins were visiting from another state so we have a get together.
Today I am just chilling though I did get an angst filled chapter of When it Began up.
I got my artist for my T’hy’la Bang story over the weekend. I am excited to see what the artist comes up with. I’ve seen her work and she’s great, though she mostly does TOS. I can’t wait to see the art work she comes up with but she does have until the end of May and of course I can’t share it with anyone anyway! Posting of my story and her artwork won’t be until the last two weeks of June.
This week I will be working on When I Fall in Love, my Cinderella story, and For the First Time in My Life I was Happy.
My prompt was A Lie, a Truth and Alien interference. I got the Alien interference part but the other? Oh well. This will be added some time on Friday to my For Love of Spirk collection on A03, but you get the first looksie here.
“So, what are you doing here anyway?” Bones eyed Jim over his glass of whiskey as he leaned back in his desk chair.
“Well.” Jim sort of shrugged. “I, um, I guess I need advice.”
“Advice.”
“Yeah.” Jim grimaced and took a sip of his own liquor.
Bones nodded. “About what?”
“Spock.”
“Oh lord save me.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “You’re a big help.”
“What do you want?”
“To, um, how to tell him how I feel. You know.”
“Why is that so hard?”
“Because I’ve never done it.” Jim blanched. “It’s icky.”
“God, are you sure you’re an actual adult?”
Jim grinned. “No.”
“Thought so. You just want to spring it on him then? Go up to his station on the bridge and blurt out you love him?”
Jim made a face at the L word. “Last night…we did it.”
“Did what?”
“It.”
Bones stared at him. “Oh. That it.”
“Yeah.”
“Spare me the details.”
“Three times.”
Bones made a strangled sound. “Is that sparing me the details?”
“You’re old enough to know people sometimes have sex.”
“People, yeah. But you and Spock?” Bones shuddered.
“I almost said it, you know, when. But that’s not really the proper time to say it, is it?”
“No?”
Jim swirled his whiskey in his glass. “Your sincerity is doubted if you scream it out during sex. Everybody knows that.”
“Hmm.” Bones finished his own whiskey and set down the glass and then reached into his desk for a package of crackers that Jim recognized he’d purchased the last time they were on Risa. “Why don’t you practice telling me?”
“Huh?”
“People practice speeches all the time. And stuff like that, right? So tell me you love me. And if you can tell me you love me with a straight face then you’re good to go.”
Jim thought about it. The suggestion did have merit. Would be a bit awkward though. “Well. I guess I could try it.”
“There’s a good captain.”
He was tempted to roll his eyes again. “Okay. Here goes.” He cleared his throat, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. “The thing is. I’ve harbored this secret for a long time.”
“Harbored a secret? That’s what we’re going with?”
“Shut up. Am I doing this or are you?”
Bones snorted.
“I’ve loved you for a long time. Um. Way before the mission. Really way before. Maybe even back in the academy and—”
“You’re babbling.”
“This isn’t easy for me.”
Bones sighed. “I know, kid. Just say it. Forget all the preambles and just come right out and tell me.”
Jim exhaled slowly. “I love you.”
There was a long moment of silence and then Bones grinned.
“Was that so hard?”
“Incredibly so,” Jim told him. Then grinned too. “Especially without laughing. Ugh. I do love you, but fuck me, not like that.”
“Thank God,” Bones said dryly.
“Now, really, I need to go. I’m late. Spock’s expecting me.”
“Good luck.” Bones paused. “And Jim? I’m happy for you.”
Jim may have been a little giddy as he made his way to the turbolift and ordered it to the deck with the officers’ quarters. He was feeling good. Really good. The night before had been amazing and for once it looked like everything was going to go his way at last.
He smiled at a passing ensign and as he rounded the corner, he spotted Spock standing and talking to Nyota. Which was fine. He knew they were no longer together and hadn’t been for a few weeks. But he stopped walking when he heard his own name.
“In point of fact, my relationship with Jim is not going to work out after all,” Spock said quietly.
“What?” Uhura asked, her face scrunching up in confusion. “But I thought—”
“New information convinces me otherwise. Last night was clearly an error on my part and I will be forced to apologize.”
Oh God.
Spock didn’t want him. Spock changed his mind. It was-it was an error on Spock’s part.
A beautiful lie.
Jim turned on his heels and went the other direction, blindly walking away so that they wouldn’t see him. The last thing he wanted right now was to face Spock’s apology.
He was going to be sick. That’s what he was going to be. He went to Bones’ quarters instead. He knew how to access it, had with Bones’ permission many times.
Once inside Bones’ quarters he sunk down onto the bed. He pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes to stop any tears that might leak out. He would not cry. No. Jim Kirk didn’t cry over anyone.
Even—
Even Spock.
He pulled himself into a fetal position and lay on Bones’ bed, waiting for when his friend would come.
****
“Captain? Captain, are you all right?” Spock asked. His heart thundered in his side as he waited for Jim’s answer. He hadn’t heard a sound out of Jim for an hour. They’d been held captive for five. Jim was in the cell next to his.
After receiving a distress signal from the colonists on Loganville, they’d made their way to the planet, only to find that the city had been overrun with Klingons. Their security detail had been quickly decimated and Spock and Jim had been taken captive. So far, they were unharmed. But Spock was unsure how long that would last.
“I’m fine, Spock,” Jim said, his voice so soft Spock struggled to hear. “Just like the last time you asked.”
“You suffer from no injuries?”
“No.”
To say Jim was subdued around Spock was an understatement. In the last twelve hours prior to the mission, Jim had barely looked at Spock, let alone spoken to him. Spock knew why, yet it was still painful.
“Captain.”
A long pause.
“Yeah?”
“I need to offer an apology and—”
“Forget it. You don’t owe me an apology or anything else.”
“I disagree. The other night I—”
“It doesn’t matter, Spock.”
“It does matter. I acted unprofessionally and therefore I must apologize.”
Jim sighed and Spock heard a slight thunk as though Jim’s head had hit the cell. “Okay. I accept your apology.”
“If I took advantage of your vulnerability then I—”
Jim laughed. “You didn’t. And I’m not vulnerable.”
“Jim.”
“Just shut up, Spock.”
For about twenty minutes, Spock did, somewhat stung by the rebuff from his captain. And in Spock’s defense, Jim had acted as though he wished physical contact between them.
“It is only that I was under the impression that you shared my interest at the time.”
Another long pause.
“Captain? Are you injured?”
“No, Spock.”
“Then—”
“Your interest?”
Spock nodded which seemed ridiculous considering Jim couldn’t even see him. “In mutual copulation.”
“Do you think the Enterprise will find us?”
Spock frowned slightly. “You are changing the subject.”
“Yeah. Not to mention, I’m hoping they will find us and save me from this really fucking idiotic conversation.”
Spock’s ire bristled. “You could have simply said you did not wish to discuss the matter.”
“I did. I told you to shut up. After telling you I didn’t want to your apology.”
That was true, Spock admitted to himself.
“Are you pursuing a relationship with Doctor McCoy?” Spock made himself ask.
This pause was the longest one yet and Spock opened his mouth once more to ascertain Jim’s well-being.
“A what?”
“A relationship with Doctor McCoy,” Spock replied with far more patience than he felt. “Considering your confessed feelings toward him.”
“My-my what? Commander, did you hit your head?”
“I did not. I overheard your declaration to Doctor McCoy in the medbay.”
“Uh, what?”
Spock’s control was on the verge of snapping. “You were late and I went in search of you and discovered you in the doctor’s office revealing your affection for the doctor. I could only surmise our own sexual intercourse from the night before had convinced you that you should declare your feelings to McCoy after the inadequacies of our night together.”
“Inadequacies? You thought that was inadequate?” Jim’s voice had risen an octave.
“Certainly not. It was most satisfactory.”
“Satisfactory. That’s so much better.”
Spock recognized the sarcasm in Jim’s voice but he did not understand the reason behind it. “Captain?”
“Spock, I was not declaring my love for Bones, I was declaring my love for you.”
“But you were not aware of my presence.”
Jim groaned. “I know. This is going to sound really lame, but I was practicing.”
“Practicing what, Captain?”
“Telling you I loved you.”
Spock’s side ached. “In the past tense?”
“No,” Jim said softly again. “I still do. But you don’t want me.”
“What?”
A long sigh. “You. Don’t. Want. Me. I knew it was too good to be true.”
“Captain, I—”
“I overheard you telling Uhura we weren’t going to have a relationship, Spock.”
Spock closed his eyes. If Jim had been close, he might have shaken him. “Because I thought you were in love with Doctor McCoy.”
“I love you, Stupid Pointy-Eared Bastard.”
Though Spock would have preferred a different endearment, he felt relieved nonetheless. “And I love you as well, you highly illogical, infuriating human.”
At that moment, Spock heard the approach of footsteps and he tensed as he heard them stop just outside of Jim’s cell. He heard words spoken in Klingon and then Jim’s cell being opened.
“Now would be a really a good time for the Enterprise to beam us up,” Jim called out.
“Captain—”
He heard the sound of a transporter activating and then the Klingon swore angrily. Spock felt his own particles breaking up.
And he emerged on the transporter on the Enterprise.
“Hot damn!” Jim exclaimed from next to Spock. “Scotty that was amazing!”
“Well I did the calculations—” Scott began to say excitedly.
Jim grabbed Spock and pressed his lips to Spock in a very deep, erotic kiss that should never have been seen by anyone. Spock found himself quite aroused.
“Ahem.”
Spock broke them apart and they both turned to look at Scott, McCoy, and Nyota all standing in the transporter room.
“Captain, that was a most unseemly display,” Spock protested, feeling the blush in his own cheeks.
“I know.” Jim grinned and grabbed Spock’s hand. “Come with me and I’ll get even more unseemly. Scotty, get us out of here. And you have the con.”
“Aye, Captain.”
And as they left the room, Spock heard McCoy’s sigh and Nyota’s giggle.
Oddly enough Spock didn’t care, as his gaze was most firmly riveted on Jim’s ass.
This weekend was a social horror for me.
I had to do a birthday party for a two year old on Saturday and we were there from 10 to 10 with lots of loud obnoxious people and by the time I was able to go home I was more than done.
Two good things, I helped her color Easter eggs and at one point she stuck her little hand in the green dye because she was tired of trying to pull up the little scoop the egg dye color comes with. Then her little grubby hand was green. Very cute.
The other was one of the guests was fostering kittens and they were tiny, one of them barely two weeks old, and she brought them because they have to be fed every few hours. And they were very cute. Here are two of them on her lap.
One little guy thought he was going to fall and my arm was the nearest thing to grab on to.
Please ignore the ridiculous whiteness of my skin. The mottling too. Please and thank you.
Yesterday was yet another social thing, this one for an adult, but at least it was in a beautiful location. Carpenteria.
I am socialized out. Woke up with a killer headache today as a matter of fact.
Next up on the updating is “What Happened to Spock?” Angst is coming.
Now I just need some serious coffee and alone time. Yes. Alone. Thank you.
My Prompt was Something Amusing about Space Husbands and this is what I came up with. This is NSFW.
Jim grimaced at the first taste of too bitter coffee and reached to add more cream to it just as the cream container was snatched out of his hand and moved aside. “Hey!”
“Your cholesterol is up,” Bones muttered as he sat down directly next to Jim, which was not his habit. Usually Bones planted himself across from Jim. He thrust his PADD at Jim. “Mind explaining this?”
Jim thrust it back. “Bones, I have a headache the size of Cincinnati so really, can’t we do this another time?”
“No.” Bones shoved it into Jim’s arms. “You’d better think fast, Jimbo.”
Jim scrunched up his face and read out loud.
Rumor has it that only the Fleet’s most famous captain and first officer are secretly getting horizontal every chance they get, and readers we do mean, every chance and everywhere, and may even be secret space husbands. What say you readers? Are these rumors true?
Jim set it in front of Bones. “So?”
“Sound like anyone you know?”
Jim shrugged and took another sip of the coffee, grimacing once more. “Not really. And since when have you been reading those anonymous gossip columns?”
“I have to have a life somehow. Might as well live through other people.”
“Except all that shit is made up, Bones. I mean, seriously, who are they even talking about?”
Bones pushed the cream over to Jim. “Stop looking forlorn. And come on, don’t play dumb blond with me. You know it’s you and Spock.”
Jim burst out laughing even as he poured cream, lots of it, into the coffee. “First of all, no way. And second of all, no way. And third, Spock and I aren’t famous.”
“Oh so famous.”
“We are not. Look, I don’t know who they’re talking about there, if any actual real person, but I can assure you that it’s not us.” He grabbed Bones’ face and turned his head so he was looking at the corner of the room where Spock and Uhura were sitting at a table for two and looking very intimate. “What does that look like to you?”
“Well.” Bones huffed. “It sounds like you.”
“It’s not. Or if it is, it’s just made up to amuse gullible idiots like you.”
“Who are you calling an idiot?” Bones stood. “I guess I’ll be going back to the medbay. Dinner later?”
Jim smiled. “You got it. I need to head to the bridge myself.” He took a few more unsatisfying sips of coffee, then headed out of the mess and to the turbolift. The doors were about to close when an arm, encased in science blue shot out and stopped it.
“One day you’re going to lose an arm doing that, Mister Spock.” He pulled the lever. “Bridge.”
Spock stepped past him and stopped the lift.
“What are you doing?”
Spock arched a brow. “I believe you are aware what I am doing, Captain.”
Jim watched, wide-eyed, as Spock dropped to his knees in front of him and began to undo the zipper of his pants. “Spock! Not here. Not again.”
“Yes, here.”
“But, Jesus, everyone’s getting suspicious and—” Spock pulled his cock out of his pants and swallowed him down. “Oh, fuck.”
He lost himself to the sensation of Spock sucking his dick, deep throating him. He threaded his fingers into Spock’s hair, clutching him there while he rutted into Spock’s mouth.
“This is-is so inappropriate,” he gasped as his hips rocked and his legs began to feel like jelly. Spock’s hands gripped his legs then like a vise, holding him up while he swallowed Jim deep. His release hit him suddenly, powerful and hard, and he flooded Spock’s mouth with his seed when Spock refused to let go until he’d milked Jim’s cock to the last.
Jim leaned heavily against the bulkhead and Spock removed a cloth from his pocket, wiped Jim off, and then methodically tucked his captain back into his pants and zipped him up.
Spock stood, used another cloth to wipe his mouth, and as Jim watched with half closed eyes, took out a spray bottle which he then sprayed into his open mouth.
Jim huffed out a laugh. “You’re something else.”
“So you have said.”
“Bones is starting to suspect.”
“It is you who has kept our relationship a secret from the doctor. I have no real objection to him learning.”
Jim sighed and closed his eyes. “I know. It’s just he’s such a pain and so smug about things.” He straightened away from the bulkhead, opening his eyes again. “I’ll tell him. Or we could just walk into the medbay and kiss in front of him.”
“Whenever we kiss we begin to engage in coitus. I am not certain you wish for him to see that.”
Jim nodded. “Good point.” He grabbed Spock’s collar and kissed him thoroughly. “You still taste a bit like me.”
“Cannot be helped.”
Jim went to the lever. “Ready, Commander?”
“Ready, Captain.”
They reached the bridge and Jim went to his chair. He’d been there only for a few seconds when his PADD dinged a message.
Liar!!!
Eyes bugging out, Jim typed back,
What? You saw?
Everything!
OMG Perv!
And I think I’m owed a case of scotch.
Jim sighed and went to put his PADD aside when another message appeared.
And brain and eye bleach. Those too.
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 