Get Your Motor Runnin’ | STXI | PG-13
Title: Get Your Motor Runnin’
Series: STXI AU
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~450
Warnings: I slipped a little Supernatural into this cocktail as well. Shhh...
Summary: Kirk and Spock wait to get towed, while Spock gets to say ‘I told you so’.
Disclaimer: Somewhere over the slash rainbow of my mind, it happened. But not in Kansas, unfortunately.
A/N: A super quick drabble written for verizonhorizon while she was waiting for her car to get jump-started. I had to entertain her somehow!
“Were our positions reversed, I believe you would be inclined to say I told you so.”
Jim slammed the smoking hood of the ’67 Impala with a metallic shunk that echoed across the vast - so fucking vast; why did he think Iowa was a good idea again? - fields of corn. “Technically you didn’t tell me anything, except for some kind of standard Spock warning which, this far into our relationship, automatically fades to white noise now,” he replied with a smirk as he turned to face Spock.
Okay, maybe Spock had been right about renting a dependable hovercar instead of the old-as-dirt beauty that Jim had immediately fallen in love with. Unfortunately for Spock’s ego, there was no way in hell Jim would admit it. So they would just have to wait for their tow while Jim plastered an unapologetic grin on his face.
As always, Spock remained seemingly unaffected by Jim’s stubborn streak. He merely angled his chin and asked, “Do I bore you, Jim?”
Spock loosely folded his arms across his chest in a relaxed stance that a rare person but for Jim ever saw. Whenever Spock did something like that, Jim relished the possessive streak that stabbed at him and dug in - like Spock was inadvertently offering him a secret that Jim would rather die than share.
A genuine smile nudged at Jim’s lips. His attention lingered on Spock’s slim, jean-clad hips; the strong, almost awkward length of arm and sloped shoulders; and finally that pale, enigmatic expression. “Not yet,” Jim murmured. “But you can’t blame me if I get so distracted by your lips that I forget to hear whatever no doubt fascinating shit you’re talking about.”
“I believe I can, as to my knowledge, no one else has encountered a similar predicament.” But Spock’s pupils flared in time with the spark of interest igniting in Jim’s jeans.
Jim hummed in consideration even as he leaned against the hood and Spock insinuated himself between his thighs. “Good to hear.” He slung his arms over Spock’s arced shoulders, his lips brushing that delectable pointed ear. “Else I’d have to set my phaser to kill.”
Spock’s breath hitched faintly. “Jim. Your possessiveness is unfounded. You have me.”
It wasn’t until Spock had Jim splayed out over the hood of the car - t-shirt bunched up around his ribs, their tongues lashing and licking new promises into each other’s mouths - that an awkward cough had them freezing on the spot.
Jim hooked a leg around the back of Spock’s knee and peered up and over Spock’s shoulder. He heaved a ragged breath and beamed at the wide-eyed tow truck driver.
“Come back in ten minutes.”
Series: STXI AU
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~450
Warnings: I slipped a little Supernatural into this cocktail as well. Shhh...
Summary: Kirk and Spock wait to get towed, while Spock gets to say ‘I told you so’.
Disclaimer: Somewhere over the slash rainbow of my mind, it happened. But not in Kansas, unfortunately.
A/N: A super quick drabble written for verizonhorizon while she was waiting for her car to get jump-started. I had to entertain her somehow!
“Were our positions reversed, I believe you would be inclined to say I told you so.”
Jim slammed the smoking hood of the ’67 Impala with a metallic shunk that echoed across the vast - so fucking vast; why did he think Iowa was a good idea again? - fields of corn. “Technically you didn’t tell me anything, except for some kind of standard Spock warning which, this far into our relationship, automatically fades to white noise now,” he replied with a smirk as he turned to face Spock.
Okay, maybe Spock had been right about renting a dependable hovercar instead of the old-as-dirt beauty that Jim had immediately fallen in love with. Unfortunately for Spock’s ego, there was no way in hell Jim would admit it. So they would just have to wait for their tow while Jim plastered an unapologetic grin on his face.
As always, Spock remained seemingly unaffected by Jim’s stubborn streak. He merely angled his chin and asked, “Do I bore you, Jim?”
Spock loosely folded his arms across his chest in a relaxed stance that a rare person but for Jim ever saw. Whenever Spock did something like that, Jim relished the possessive streak that stabbed at him and dug in - like Spock was inadvertently offering him a secret that Jim would rather die than share.
A genuine smile nudged at Jim’s lips. His attention lingered on Spock’s slim, jean-clad hips; the strong, almost awkward length of arm and sloped shoulders; and finally that pale, enigmatic expression. “Not yet,” Jim murmured. “But you can’t blame me if I get so distracted by your lips that I forget to hear whatever no doubt fascinating shit you’re talking about.”
“I believe I can, as to my knowledge, no one else has encountered a similar predicament.” But Spock’s pupils flared in time with the spark of interest igniting in Jim’s jeans.
Jim hummed in consideration even as he leaned against the hood and Spock insinuated himself between his thighs. “Good to hear.” He slung his arms over Spock’s arced shoulders, his lips brushing that delectable pointed ear. “Else I’d have to set my phaser to kill.”
Spock’s breath hitched faintly. “Jim. Your possessiveness is unfounded. You have me.”
It wasn’t until Spock had Jim splayed out over the hood of the car - t-shirt bunched up around his ribs, their tongues lashing and licking new promises into each other’s mouths - that an awkward cough had them freezing on the spot.
Jim hooked a leg around the back of Spock’s knee and peered up and over Spock’s shoulder. He heaved a ragged breath and beamed at the wide-eyed tow truck driver.
“Come back in ten minutes.”