Obviously this is a continuation from the previous two weeks.
My prompt was fairly simple, Spock clears up any confusion.
If there was one thing Jim didn’t care for it was games. He wanted people to be straight with him and not hide behind anonymity. He’d never had a secret admirer and he wasn’t about to start. He tossed the rose in the trash.
Valentine’s Day was for fools and suckers. And Jim wasn’t about to be either one.
Okay, maybe his mood wasn’t the best. Jim could admit that.
His door chimed and he turned with a sigh.
Ship’s business would surely distract him from this ailment.
“Enter.”
When Spock stepped inside he quarters, Jim nearly ordered him out. But then caught himself. Spock was not responsible for Jim’s bad mood. Maybe indirectly, sure, but not really Spock’s fault.
“Hey.”
And after that brilliant opening, Spock remained silent, his gaze going past Jim to the little trash bin next to Jim’s desk.
“You did not appreciate the rose?” Spock asked.
“That?” Jim snorted. “Someone’s idea of a joke, I guess.”
“A joke?”
Jim crossed his arms in front of his chest. “What can I help you with?”
“I confess I am at a loss at present.”
He frowned. “A loss? About what?”
“Romantic gestures. The advice I have been given is apparently wrong.”
“Advice? You mean Uhura?”
Spock nodded. “Indeed.”
He tapped his fingers on his sleeve. “You got bad advice on romance for Uhura?”
“Negative.”
Jim blinked. “But you said—”
“From Uhura not for her.”
“Huh?”
Spock sighed. There was no other word for the sound his first officer made. “Everything I have tried has been unsuccessful. I can only come to the conclusion that my interest is not reciprocated after all.”
“Everything you’ve tried? For who?”
“You cannot be this obtuse.”
“Excuse me?”
The sigh again. “The rose, a declaration of affection, was left in your quarters by me. Since only a very few senior officers and your yeoman have access to your quarters at all, I would have thought it was fairly obvious.”
Jim stared at him.
“I attempted to ask you to a concert on Risa which you refused.”
“Wait, what? You were with Uhura.”
“Nyota and I were attending the concert as friends. It was her suggestion that I ask you, as it would be a casual, relaxing atmosphere in which to learn your interest.”
“My-my interest?” Jim felt a little faint.
“I also invited you to play chess last night, you refused the invitation. There were other attempts if you would like me to mention them.”
“Spock, I had no idea you wanted me to go the concert with you. I thought you were being polite.”
“I am not known to care for such social graces.”
Jim licked his lips. His heart was hammering. “That-that day was not good for me. It was Sam’s birthday and—”
“Yes.” Spock took a step closer. “I thought perhaps you would like to be distracted from your melancholia. But you did not appear to wish for a distraction.”
Jim bent down and retrieved the rose. “This is from you?”
“Yes. I was told it was an appropriate gesture for Valentine’s Day. I confess I have no notion how to be romantic in any way.”
Jim smiled and stepped up to Spock, holding the rose. “I don’t know, Mister Spock. I think maybe you’re doing okay.”
Spock stared at him, dark eyes unreadable yet intense. “Then may I presume my interest is reciprocated after all?”
“Are you kidding?”
“Vulcans do not—”
Jim laughed. “Yeah, I know.” He kissed Spock, right on the lips, the lips he’d wanted to taste, well since, forever, really. In all his forevers.
Spock’s hand curled around the nape of Jim’s neck, drawing him in closer.
“In fact—”
“It is time to be quiet now,” Spock murmured against Jim’s lips.
He tried to be affronted, but damn Spock could kiss. “Okay, I get it. Live in the moment. Because—”
“Jim.”
He smiled against Spock’s mouth. “Shutting up.”
Another Spock sigh. This one sounding warmer and softer somehow. “At last.”
So I was watching The Original Series and saw the episode Operation Annihilate. If you don’t know that’s the famous episode where Spock goes blind (briefly).
It is also the episode with Deneva (pronounced in the show as Den-A-Vah, not De-NEE-Vah, which is how I would have preferred it was pronounced, lol). This is where Jim’s brother, Sam, (Shatner in a mustache) dies as well as his wife, Aurelan. Peter, Jim’s nephew survives.
By the way, we are pretty sure we know this building complex in LA. We think it’s one of the colleges. Looks super familiar to us.
Anyway the point of this is it had me thinking about returning to the Life You Are Given. I’m not sure exactly when I will but I will get to it.
My Peter Kirk does not look like this:
Or even this:
Who does not even have blue eyes, by the way. What the hell is wrong with casting? They can’t find a child actor with blue fucking eyes?
But he does look like this:
I’m going with sad this week. I still feel crappy and I’m feeling sorry for myself, so therefore, so is Jim. My challenge was Bones, a Birthday and a Malfunctioning Tricorder.
We were getting a rare bit of shore leave. And on Risa, of all places. But I didn’t feel at all happy about it. Partying hard was the last thing I wanted. More like drowning in my own sorrow.
I took my rotation and made my way down there. I spotted my favorite Risan bar right away. It was ridiculously crowded and not at all what I wanted. So I turned away to seek another establishment.
I was surprised to see Spock beaming down as he always told me he didn’t need shore leave. So surprised I invited him on instinct.
“Mister Spock. Surprised to see you here.”
“Indeed, Captain.”
“I’m about to go sit and have a drink. Want to join me?”
He hesitated for the barest of maybe ten seconds, but his gaze moved beyond me to where I noticed, for the first time, Uhura stood waiting. She had changed into a blue dress with a deep vee, exposing an ample amount of her breasts. The dress had a handkerchief hem and reached down to about the middle of her calves. She had little matching blue slippers on her feet. She wore her long hair loose. She looked pretty. Ready to take on the pleasures of Risa.
Spock glanced back at me. “Nyota and I have plans to attend the concert in the garden courtyard. You are welcome to accompany us.”
I’d rather eat boiled slugs. But I made myself smile and shake my head. “Nah, that’s okay. You go ahead. Enjoy the concert.”
He inclined his head but then said nothing further as he quickened his pace to join her. She linked her arm with his and they continued walking in the direction of the garden center.
For a brief time I had thought…but no. Bones had said there had been trouble between them during the Krall incident. But whatever it had been had obviously been resolved.
And really, it was not my business. It never would be.
I turned away from the sight of them and kept walking until I found myself a fairly quiet bar. I sat at the far end of the bar counter and ordered myself two whiskey sours.
“Two drinks when you’re drinking alone is not good.”
I glanced at my best friend and smiled. “How’d you find me?”
Bones took the seat next to me. “Followed the smell.”
“Ha.”
He gestured to the drinks the bartender had set before me. “What’s up?”
“It’s his birthday, you know.”
Bones frowned. “Who’s?”
I stared at the drinks, left them untouched for now. “Sam.” I picked one up and swirled it in the glass. “Or was.”
Bones was quiet for a while. Then he said, “I’m real sorry about your brother and his wife.”
“I hadn’t seen him in years.” And yet his loss still hurt.
“Have you heard from your nephew?”
And that was weird, wasn’t it? Having a nephew but no brother.
“This was his favorite drink.” I took a sip.
“You’re ignoring the question.”
“I haven’t. It’s difficult with him being on Earth. And Aurelan’s parents are raising him now.”
I heard the low whine of the tricorder Bones held in his hand as it scanned me.
“Bones.”
“Damn fool thing. According to this, you’re dead.”
I smiled slightly. “I guess you need a new one. Unless I am.”
“You aren’t. And I’m going to see it stays that way.”
I pushed the other whiskey sour toward Bones. “Have a drink with me for Sam.”
He picked it up and we clinked glasses, both taking a sip.
“I resented him, you know. For leaving.”
“I can imagine.”
“Mostly because he got away.” I swallowed heavily. “He never had to go to Tarsus either.”
“No,” Bones agreed.
“But he went to Deneva.” I sighed. “Birthdays suck.”
“Yeah.”
I finished the drink, letting it burn down my throat and then pinched the bridge of my nose. “God, this is a shitty day.”
“Want me to get Spock?”
I laughed. “For what? So he can parade his girlfriend in front of me? No thanks. I think I’m just going back to the ship and sleep for twelve or fourteen hours.”
As I rose, he put his hand on my upper arm. “You’re depressed.”
I snorted. “You think?”
“I’m concerned, goddamn it.”
“I’ll be fine, Bones.”
“Jim—”
I hugged him then, because at the moment it really felt as though he was the only one who cared. Stupid and wrong, I knew. But even still.
“Why can’t I love you instead?” I whispered.
He shook his head. “I wish I knew. Life doesn’t work that way.”
I nodded and pulled away. “Not for me. I do love you.”
Bones paused, his eyes becoming very sad. He nodded, then looked away. “I love you, too, kid.”
I looked at the now empty glasses on the bar. “Happy Birthday, Sam.”
One of the things I like to do with my stories is challenge myself. I started writing a couple of mpreg stories to see what the big deal is, for example. But even then the stories had to be different, which is why you got The Hardest Part and now Who’s the Daddy.
In 2016 I challenged myself to take place in the Old Married Spirk Challenge, writing both an TOS, Every Hour Has Come to This and an AOS entry, A Satisfactory Life.
This year, I am taking on the biggest challenge yet, taking part in the T’hy’la Big Bang challenge. I saw the sign up and challenge information online yesterday and after a bit of discussion with a close friend, I decided to do it. While I can’t talk about the story I will be writing for it, I believe I am able to say that I am taking part in it. I think posting isn’t until June, though there are a number of deadlines before that. I probably won’t say much more than this on it, but I do hope I am not biting off more than I can chew.
Nah I’m not coming at you from my vacation. I did this ahead of time and have scheduled it to post now.
I still have two fics that are wallowing in December dates when they were last updated and those are Anything and Young and Beautiful.
Anything is, of course, my story where in one Spock’s universe his bondmate, James Kirk, has died. Devastated by grief, Spock manages to invade the Kelvin universe where he has switched places with the Spock from that universe under the belief that Spock doesn’t want his Jim, so he will not care if he goes to a universe where Jim is dead.He takes his Bones along for the ride. The next chapter will involve what has happened to Kelvin Spock and Bones in the strange, unrecognizable place they find themselves in.
Young and Beautiful is the lustful romance between young James Kirk, just after the incident with Nero, and Ambassador Spock, who has taken up residence on New Vulcan. No doubt about it, Jim is hot to trot for our studious older Vulcan.
These will be the stories I will be updating next. Then I will likely get back to my Tarsus story, When it Began.
I haven’t started my fairytale Cinderella yet. I’d like to get some other stories finished before I tackle that. I still intend to do the winter story at some point as well. Right now I am a little overwhelmed by the amount of stories I have going.
In other news, I’ve been sick all week and it has been quite the struggle too. Everyone I know has been sick this week so it’s made things doubly and triply difficult. I’m going off on my trip anyway and won’t be back until Tuesday night.
This weeks picture is the world famous gif that everyone talks about. Take a look at that look on ZQ’s face and tell me that they haven’t.
That’s it for this week. Have a good one.
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.
“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.
And here’s the final part, thanks for indulging me. It may end up at AO3. And for photos, I just wanted to use these even though it doesn’t really go with the story HA HA. Maybe this is what they wear to the wedding when it happens. With pointy ears of course.
Jim felt full for the first time in a long time. Maybe Bones was right and he should eat more. The thing was he didn’t enjoy cooking for just himself so he spent most nights at his office at HQ late into the night until, really, he had to go home and face his empty apartment. He survived on coffee, mostly, at HQ, and when he got home he didn’t want a big meal right before bed, so he had the replicator make himself something small like toast.
He was outside by himself, in Bones’ front yard, actually. It was a little chillier than he’d thought it would be considering how warm it had been during the day. Inside he could hear Bones, Shayla, and Joanna washing dishes in the kitchen. It was too fucking cute, is what it was. Jim was glad Bones was happy. Even if it meant Bones was no longer just down the hall from him.
When they’d first returned from that last mission Bones and Shayla had an apartment in the same building, literally down the hall from his. But Bones wanted to live closer to Jo, which Jim totally didn’t blame him, and pretty soon they were moving to Georgia.
Jim hated all the changes. And he was way lonelier than he’d thought he would be. But well, that was life wasn’t it?
He was about to turn and go back into the house when the hover car appeared just a few houses down. Jim stopped to watch it. He was more than a little surprised when a small Vulcan boy appeared. He looked to be just over three years old. He had the typical bowl cut, though his hair was not as dark as most Vulcans, and the cutest little pointed ears. He was dressed in jeans and a buttoned down shirt, rather than the Vulcan robes one might expect. He carried what appeared to be a stuffed sehlat.
Jim could not help but smile at the boy as he approached Jim with a very serious expression.
The boy held up his hand in the ta’al. “Live long and prosper.”
Jim returned the gesture. “Peace and long life.”
He crouched down to the boys level then.
“Would it be considered illogical to embrace you?” the boy asked.
Jim’s smile widened. “Absolutely not. It’s entirely logical.”
The Vulcan boy nodded and then leaned forward to wrap his small arms around Jim. Jim returned the hug tightly.
Then he pulled back. “Where is your sa-mekh?”
“He is coming.”
Jim straightened as Spock was walking from the direction the little Vulcan had come from.
“Hey,” Jim said softly.
As Spock reached him, Jim heard the front door open behind him.
“I didn’t know you were coming.”
“It was difficult to finish in time, but I did not wish to miss Leonard’s wedding,” Spock told him. He was dressed in black jeans and a black sweater.
Jim grabbed the collar of Spock’s sweater and kissed him thoroughly.
“Get a room,” Bones called from the front porch.
Jim laughed and then kissed Spock again. “God, I’ve missed you.”
“And I you, Adun.”
“If you avert your eyes, it is easier,” Jim’s son said to Bones.
“Yes, but your Dad is a noisy kisser, I can still hear him.”
“Oh, be quiet,” Jim said, throwing his arms around Spock’s neck. “So, do you have to go back?”
“Negative. Not for several months. We will return to our home in San Francisco with you.”
“How come you didn’t tell me?”
“We didn’t want to get your hopes up, Jim, in case Spock couldn’t make it happen.”
“Well, it’s a great surprise.” Jim turned from Spock and reached down to scoop up the Vulcan boy. He kissed his son soundly on the boy’s cheek, laughing when he made a face. “Now, it’s a vacation!”
Spirk (with a small dose of Pinto) 