A Night of Dreams
Jim turned the key in the lock, opening the door as quietly as he could. He took almost an entire minute closing it behind him to ensure that the door would only make a soft snick from the locking mechanism.
Spock was adamant that Vulcans required less sleep than humans and would insist that he wait up for Jim. But nevertheless, Jim often found Spock passed out on their bed, his deep breathing making the pages of his textbook flutter gently. And Jim couldn’t blame him because no matter how much less sleep Vulcans needed Jim got home around three in the morning. Staying up that late every night could be brutal, Jim at least napped during the day.
Once they had moved in together Jim had quit his job at the mechanic’s to spend more time with Spock, but he kept his job at the diner. Since it was a twenty-four hour diner in the midst of a college town it didn’t interfere with school or one-on-one time with Spock. Plus, he still got decent tips.
And yeah, Spock had more than enough money to support them until Jim went gray. But Jim didn’t want to have to ask Spock for money every time he got the groceries or whenever he had to buy himself new clothes.
Plus, Jim was used to supporting himself. It wasn’t like his stepfather had ever even tried to take of him, let alone feed him. Jim had been financially independent for a long time, something that had been key in earning his emancipated minor status.
Jim eased off his shoes, shrugged off his jacket, and entered the bedroom the heavy scent of coffee and potatoes trailing behind him. Sure enough the lights were on and there was Spock, dead asleep slumped down on his pillows. His advanced physics book shifted slightly on his chest with the rise and fall of his breathing.
Jim could feel the exhaustion settling deep into his bones and wanted nothing more then to sink into the softness of their bed. But at the sight of Spock sound asleep a soft smile stole over Jim’s face and he took a moment to appreciate the sight. Spock looked so relaxed, his face so open in sleep, making him look more vulnerable and younger than his eighteen years.
Jim padded over to the bed. He gently removed the physics book and marked Spock’s place before setting it on the bedside table. He rubbed Spock’s arm reassuringly as he shifted restlessly in his sleep. Jim turned out the lights and pressed a soft kiss against Spock’s bare shoulder. He brushed his teeth and stripped down to his boxers before joining Spock in bed.
Jim snuggled under the covers close against Spock’s back. He buried his face in the juncture where his neck met shoulder and wormed one leg between both of Spock’s. He lay there letting himself be lulled to sleep by the comfort, familiarity, and routine of it all.
In the morning Jim woke up to Spock trailing kisses down his chest.
“Hi there,” he said, his voice thick with sleep, as he tangled his hand in Spock’s hair.
“Good morning Jim.” They shared a soft kiss before Spock reached down and wrapped his hand around Jim’s already hard cock.
They fucked hard, fast, and dirty, like the horny teenagers they were, before serving each other eggs and tea and watching the morning news like the married couple they were. Finally, like the kids they hadn't been in a long time, they packed up their backpacks and waited for the buss.
Spock sat right up behind the driver, while Jim sprawled carelessly across a seat near the back. This had to be Jim’s least favorite part of their shared routine: watching as people got on the bus slowly filling in the space between them until Jim could only see flashes of dark hair and pointed ears.
Jim knew Spock hated it, having to hide it. He could read it in the tensing of his shoulders as each new person separated them further and in the flashes of feeling that sparked down their bond.
It used to bring comfort to Jim, having this secret life that no one could touch. But now after two years of hiding it, he hated it too. He hated it at least as much as Spock did.
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When the fliers for senior prom were passed around at lunch Jim turned his attention from the excited buzz of his friends to look across to look at Spock sitting at a table full of science geeks. His head was bowed over a book, engrossed in his reading, as he absentmindedly chewed the celery that Jim had washed and cut that morning.
“So have you decided who you’re going to ask yet, Jim?” Gaila's excited voice drew him back into conversation.
“Um, nobody.”
“Oh come on Jimmy,” Gary said. “You could have anyone. You never date and it’s Senior Prom. Why not just chose a girl and let loose for once?”
“Gary, don’t you know how hard it is to ‘let loose’ when you’re tied down to just one girl?” Jim managed a sleazy grin and the table broke out in laughter.
“Fair enough,” Gary answered with a grin.
“Date or no date you’re taking pictures and ridding in the limo with us,” Gaila told him.
“Of course,” Jim said, “I wouldn’t miss it.” And her eyes crinkled up as she grinned at him.
Jim let his smile fade as attention turned from him to a discussion of how hard it would be to sneak in alcohol.
He looked down at the flier that promised him “a night of dreams.” He crumpled it and watched as the fresh ink bled across his palm knowing he wouldn’t be able to dance with the one person who could set his soul on fire.
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Spock stared unseeingly at the test tube heating over the Bunsen burner; his hands gripped the blacktopped edge of the lab table in front of him. All of his attention, every particle of his being, was focused behind him on the thread of conversation between two girls from Jim’s group of friends.
“I know right?! I have no idea how he’s remained single for this long. He never even hooks up with anyone, I’d say he’s asexual…But-”
The two girls burst out into giggles. “You can’t be both asexual and the embodiment of pure sex,” the second girl, Gaila, chimed in. “My only hang-up with my plan is that I can’t decide if I want to focus my end goal on swaying to a slow song gazing into those eyes or in a deserted corner, my hands on that ass.” There was a pause before Gaila let out an obscene, “Mmmm,” accompanied with a loud smacking of her lips. Presumably she was imagining taking possession of what was Spock’s.
Spock’s grip tightened further and he closed his eyes for a moment focusing on the bond, needing to be reassured that even though no one knew it, the most lusted after being in the school was his.
The conversation continued unheeded behind Spock as he let the low comforting hum of Jim taking a math test fill his senses. Letting the quick jumps of Jim’s agile mind working steadily towards a solution wash through his mind, Spock’s muscles slowly relaxed. As he unclenched his hands from the lab table the sounds of the room once again filled his senses just in time for him to hear the tail end of the girls’ conversation.
“You mean you didn’t hear the way he sounded talking to Jim at lunch today? Gaila, he’s been in love with Jim for years. You better watch out at the prom. You’ve got competition.”
Suddenly the test tube in front of Spock flamed, startling him out of turning around and demanding to know who dared to be in love with his bondmate. He scrambled to grab something with which he could put out the fire.
Spock’s lab partner looked up from where he’d been working on a lab report for an entirely different class. As Spock hurriedly looked for something that would suit his purposes, Leonard fixed him with an unimpressed stare and let out a heavy sigh. “I thought you said you could handle it.”
“I became…distracted,” Spock admitted, resigning himself to watching as the fire burnt itself out.
Taking in Spock’s dejected countenance Leonard leaned in, concern taking over his features. “Are you…is Jim okay?” he whispered.
The last time he’d seen Spock flustered was also the time he had learnt that Jim and Spock actually knew the other existed. It had been a year ago in Intro to Chemistry and Spock had turned to Leonard and had insisted that Leonard’s good friend Jim Kirk was in the school parking lot and needed immediate medical care.
“Jim is well,” Spock stated calmly cleaning up the mess. Leonard just raised one eyebrow at his back. He would hate for his two best friends to be in a fight, they had it hard enough as it was, trying to maintain a marriage in high school.
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Jim walked into the library intending to study before his next class, but he paused, a smile lighting up his face when he saw a familiar pair of long lanky legs sticking out from behind a bookshelf. He walked over to investigate.
Spock was sitting in an armchair between the stacks staring down at a book. Jim walked up and gently nudged Spock’s calf with his foot.
“Hello, Jim.” Spock didn’t look up.
Jim stepped between his legs, leaned forward, and lifted Spock’s face with his hands until he was forced to make eye contact. Spock leaned into Jim’s touch for a moment before something flickered across his face and he pulled back.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jim let his arms fall to his sides and he took a step back.
“I merely do not wish for us to be caught in a compromising position.”
“You know I’m going to find out eventually, right?”
Spock looked away for a second before looking back at Jim. “You are attending prom.”
Jim ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, and? So are you. Rent tuxes, go separately, stay long enough to get pictures for your mom, leave together and have a special date, just the two of us. Remember?”
“I recall the conversation. However I do not recall when it became permissible for you to take a date.”
“What?”
“Watch that volume level, Kirk.” The librarian’s warning came from beyond the shelves that blocked them from view.
“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not taking a date.” He hissed quietly.
“I overheard your friend Gaila-”
“I’m not going with whoever she might have been gossiping about. You know it’s true. I’m not going with anyone. There’s only one person I want to go with. But he’s also the one person I can’t take.”
Jim moved forward again, this time climbing onto the chair and straddling Spock. Spock ran his hands up the backs of Jim’s thighs, pulling him closer.
“Who is this person you can’t take, but wish to?”
Jim lightly brushed his mouth against Spock’s and whispered into his lips. “Pike. Too bad he’d get arrested, I bet he looks smokin’ hot in a tux.”
Spock raised an eyebrow and Jim could read the amusement on his face. “Principle Pike is an illogical choice for a prom date.”
“What are talking about? He’s the most logical choice there is. I bet he’s great at giving blowjobs in the backs of limos. Years of practice and all that.”
“Please desist from speculating on the sexual proclivities of our principle.”
“Of course I want to take you,” Jim said getting serious. “I would too if it wouldn’t cause such a stir. The emancipated minor son of dead hero George Kirk has an underage marriage to the only Vulcan/Human hybrid, son of Ambassador Sarek. We’ve been over this before.”
“I recall.” Spock leaned up capturing Jim’s lips with his own; Jim instantly pressed himself as hard as could against Spock.
“We good then?” Jim mumbled between lightly sucking kisses down Spock’s neck. Spock turned his head to give Jim better access, gripping his hips.
“Hey, Jimmy, you back here?” A voice called.
Jim froze and Spock pushed him off his lap fast. Jim snatched his books up off the floor and held them in a strategic position.
Gary Mitchell rounded the corner; his eyes flicked between Jim and Spock briefly before motioning that Jim come with him.
“Thought I’d find you in the library, nerd.”
“Shut up.”
“You friends with that Spock kid now?”
“No, just needed notes from a class.”
Even though the words are taken from a suggestion from his mind, they still sting Spock as they drift back muffled by the barrier of books between them.
Gary guides Jim out of the library and outside into the courtyard. “You’ll never believe what I heard.”
Jim groaned, “Please tell me you didn’t drag me out of the library for gossip. Couldn’t it have waited until later?”
“Yeah, maybe, but this is more fun.” Gary grinned at Jim before his gaze suddenly stuttered. “Jesus, Jimmy, were you eating a popsicle?”
“What are you talking about?” Jim asked, playing dumb to stall for time, knowing his lips must look kiss swollen.
“Your mouth,” Gary breathed, hand reaching out, clearly intended to brush his fingers over Jim’s lips. On instinct Jim batted Gary’s hand down and away from his face.
“Jimmy, Gary, come join the rest of us,” Gaila’s call came from across the courtyard. Jim turned to go, but Gary stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“Wait, I didn’t mean to…Look I know you don’t like guys-”
“It’s not that,” Jim rolled his eyes; he sometimes wondered how people, especially his friends, came to that conclusion. “I just don’t like being unexpectedly molested by my friends.”
“Noted,” said Gary. “So, we’re cool?”
“We’re cool.” They walked towards the rest of their friends. Jim couldn’t figure out why Gaila seemed to be trying to decode his and Gary’s body language as they walked over, he didn’t think they’d been that visible. But actually, that he thought about, it didn’t seem like she was looking for animosity between them. He shrugged it off and wholeheartedly threw himself into the conversation.
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A couple weeks later Jim was walking into the school with Bones chatting animatedly about the newest software upgrades on the school’s computers, when his friend stopped dead.
“Err Bones, you okay?”
“Jim, please tell me you talked this over with Sp-um I mean… whatever, you know who I mean. He’s been touchy about prom lately.”
“First, my prom plans involved dressing up, showing up, and leaving for a different more romantic setting and everyone involved in those plans are perfectly content with them. Second, what the fuck are you talking about?”
Bones wordlessly pointed up to the wall where posters of all the seniors running for prom royalty were. Jim was up there along with three other boys and four girls.
Jim groaned, “Since when am I running for prom royalty?”
“Your whole life, kid,” Bones smirked.
Gaila came up behind the two boys. “Isn’t it great? I’m running too.” She pointed out her picture, a couple down from Jim’s. “Last year the prom royal pair was both boys. This year, it will be at least one half female.”
“I’m sure you’ll do great Gaila.” Jim said almost tonelessly, he was trying to figure out if Spock had seen the picture yet.
“You too. Oh my god, wouldn’t it be so fun if we were the royal pair?”
“Yeah, fun,” he muttered distractedly before abruptly walking off to find a ladder.
While Jim managed to get his poster off the wall, he wasn’t allowed to withdrawal his candidacy, which he thought was just dumb. People who strictly adhered to rules about prom seriously had a few screw loose. And while Jim was 98% sure Gaila had submitted him as a candidate for prom royalty he couldn’t get her to admit it.
Spock hadn’t noticed Jim’s annoyance with the whole situation because early in the day Jim had realized that the shirt that he had pulled on that morning was Spock’s blue button up rather than one of his own. And his pleasure at being able to get away with such a sign of being with Spock under everyone’s noses was drowning out every weaker emotion.
Besides, now that Jim wasn’t promoting his candidacy no one would vote for him, or at least not a significant amount of people anyway. And since Spock or his friends didn’t involve themselves in such illogical activities Spock would never have to know. It wasn’t worth getting into since Spock had been so weirdly tense about anything to do with prom that didn’t involve them leaving early.
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Usually Spock would spend his free period working on a project with Pavel Chekov. He had been assigned to be the boy’s student mentor through a program within the science department. But today he had cancelled their appointment so he could get all his work and reading done before he went home that night. Jim would be working a double shift at the diner and Spock wanted to spend time with him before he left.
He was on the third page of his essay analyzing the themes of Hamlet when a wave of extreme discomfort and awkwardness not his own caused him to lose his train of thought. Abandoning his computer at the back of the library Spock got up and swiftly walked over to the study room at the other side of the library where he could feel Jim’s volatile emotions.
The door was slightly ajar and Spock paused to assess the situation before entering.
“Listen, Gary, it just wouldn’t work, okay. Just trust me on that.” He couldn’t see Jim but he sounded exasperated as though the conversation had been going in circles for a while
“Why not? Come on, you don’t have a date, you’re interested in guys, and you’re single. I don’t see what’s holding you back.” Gary’s voice came from the left of the door. He sounded just as exasperated as Jim, if not more so.
Jim took a step or two backwards which put him in Spock’s line of sight. He sighed and scrubbed his hand across his face.
“I mean, if you don’t want a relationship or are afraid of screwing up our friendship we can just go as friends, and I’d be good I would try anything, promise.”
“This is not that big of a deal, Gary, just drop it. We’re going to be in the same group of people anyway. What’s the point of going as just friends, if it’d be like the same thing anyway? I just don’t understand why you want to be my date so badly.”
“Because I want you, Jimmy, and I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
Spock stiffened up, his hands clenched at his sides.
“Gary, look, I’m sorry but you just need to accept that can’t have me any way but as your friend.”
“Whatever. I’ll drop it for now, but I hope you know your reasons don’t make any sense.”
Spock took a step back and turned around so it looked as though he were examining the book shelve when as Gary left the room. As soon as Gary was out of sight Spock entered the room and closed the door behimd him. At the soft click, Jim’s head snapped up.
Spock strode forward and gathered Jim in his arms. Jim rested his head on Spock’s shoulder and Spock ran his hand through his hair soothingly.
“I’m sorry you had to hurt your friend.”
Jim shrugged. “It isn’t like I actually want to go with him. It’s just this whole situation you know?”
“Would things be easier for you if we were to reveal the truth about our relationship.”
Jim backed out his arms suddenly, his eyes wide. Spock had to stifle his urge to reach out and pull him back into his arms.
Jim’s voice was low. “You know we can’t do that Spock, things would just get…you know how they would get.”
“I know that I would feel relief at no longer having to behave as though the single most important aspect of my life were something shameful that has to be hidden.”
“Spock,” Jim said, his voice small and helpless, “you know I don’t feel that way.”
“I am aware. However, sometimes it seems as though you do.”
“Well, I don’t see you telling any of your friends that you’re involved with Jim Kirk, resident pretty boy.”
“You would not wish me to.”
Jim threw his arms up. “I wouldn’t wish you to? Jesus, Spock, this was something we agreed on at the beginning. That it was something we needed to do, even if we didn’t like it.”
“You enjoy the way it protects your reputation.”
Jim snorted. “Yeah, okay, sure. My reputation. Since that’s so important to the both of us, maybe I should protect it some more and just go to the prom with Gary since he can obviously tell something’s up.”
“No,” Spock practically growled.
“Why not?” Jim asked, voice mocking, “I thought you always just did whatever I wanted, whatever protected my reputation.”
“I do not wish for you to be anyone’s date.”
“Well, why not? I mean, since you defer to me on everything.”
Spock stepped forward, grabbed Jim around the waist, and walked him backwards into the wall. Spock’s voice was low and dangerous, “You may not attend with anyone else because you are mine.”
“Yeah? Prove it,” Jim demanded in a voice Spock thought was too challenging for someone trapped between a wall and someone who much stronger than them.
“Gladly Jim,” he said sliding his hands down to cup Jim’s ass in his hands. He claimed him there in the library’s study room, up against the wall, Jim’s legs wrapped tight around his waist.
When Spock walked into their bedroom and saw Jim in full profile standing in front of the mirror in his tuxedo, Spock finally understood why the tradition of prom had lasted as long it had.
Without turning his critical gaze from the mirror Jim asked, “On a scale of one to incredibly, how ridiculous do I look right now?”
“That scale is inapplicable to your appearance. You look quite handsome.”
Jim turned his gaze to Spock, quite possibly to protest, when he paused and looked Spock up and down. “Hot damn, you look good in a tux. How long before we have to leave?”
“The time is not sufficient for what you have in mind. You need to leave now if you are going to be on time for pictures at Gaila’s.
Jim grumbled and pulled Spock in for a long sweet kiss, their lips slowly moving together. “I can’t wait until after, for our plans.”
Spock just pulled Jim closer running his hands down Jim’s sides, overwhelmed by the thought of, later, being able to just be with Jim; and the possibility of being able to pull the tuxedo off of Jim slowly piece by piece until all of that delicious skin was revealed, with no constraints on their time whatsoever. Spock had to remind himself that if he missed the prom he would regret it later, as it was one of the last times he would see all his acquaintances in a social setting.
Jim sighed and pulled back resting his forehead against Spock’s. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”
“Goodbye Jim, have an enjoyable time.”
Jim snorted as he pulled away. “Yeah, it’s gonna be great.” He rolled his eyes and waved before walking out of the door.
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The next time Spock saw Jim it was at the prom where Gaila was attempting to drag him onto the dance floor with her. Spock couldn’t tell what was being said but Jim looked very adamant about not dancing.
Spock was standing near the back of the room observing the rest of the students in their formal wear when he felt a familiar presence at his side.
“You enjoy to dance, why are you refusing to do so?” He asked Jim.
“I promise you, there is only one person I wish to dance with, and if I can’t dance with him I won’t dance with anyone else.”
“That is illogical,” Spock said, but he reached out and briefly squeezed Jim’s hand.
Spock stepped a little away from Jim as Gaila scurried over. “Jimmy, they’re about to announce Prom royalty!”
Spock could see Principal Pike onstage at the microphone looking down at a piece of paper in his hand.
“Settle down everyone,” Principal Pike commands.
Spock didn’t pay attention to the announcement of the nominees for prom royalty as he was too busy trying to analyze Jim’s feeling of distress. He’s shocked out of his thoughts when he hears Pike read the words, “James Kirk.” Jim had never told him he was nominated.
Spock felt words from Jim flutter at the back his mind. “I never wanted to run. Someone nominated me. Gaila? And they wouldn’t let me pull out of the race. So I just took down all my posters and didn’t actively run.”
Spock sends a mental sigh. “That doesn’t explain why you didn’t tell me.”
“Things have just been so…with us lately. I dunno. Sorry.”
“And your prom royalty is,” Pike paused dramatically. “James Kirk and Gary Mitchell.”
As it was the custom for the royal pair to share a dance, Spock decided to leave before he could see Jim go back on his promise. He pushed through the cheering crowd until he was outside in the fresh air. He could feel Jim clamoring for attention in his head until he sent a stream of wordless distress, and heartbreak at Jim. Then he was alone with his own thoughts and feelings of betrayal, the night air cool around him as he contemplated his next course of action.
Spock’s feelings and emotions were cracking through and breaking his control. His bondmate after continually refusing to make their bond public knowledge had purposely kept certain knowledge from Spock the result being that Jim, his t’hy’la was dancing in the arms of another, in a romantic setting, in front of all their friends.
He began walking swiftly to where the limo driver would be waiting. Spock wanted nothing more than to put as much distance as possible between himself and the event inevitably taking place behind the large doors he had just left through. But the more distance he put between himself and the ballroom, the more it hurt. Spock stood there frozen in indecision.
He didn’t want to leave Jim, but he couldn’t stand being lied to either. Unexpectedly he heard someone call his name. He whirled around and saw a figure running towards him.
“Come back to the dance, Spock,” Gaila panted out.
Spock looked at her blankly.
“Jim, sent me, he wants you to come back.”
“Did he explain his reasoning?”
“Um, well that was it for the message. But when I asked him why he wanted you to come back he said, ‘I want to dance with my boyfriend.’”
Spock was already moving, when he heard Gaila call after him, “You guys make such a hot couple.”
The only thing thought running through his mind as he swiftly made his way back to the ballroom was, “Jim told her.”
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Jim was standing in the middle of the empty dance floor; it had been cleared for theroyal pair’s dance. His classmates in their formalwear were getting fidgety, wanting them to get on with it.
“Come on, Jimmy,” Gary hissed to him. “Just dance with me. It’s not like you even have a date or anything. Just dance with me. I don’t know what the big deal is.”
“Shut up, Gary. Even if he doesn’t show, I’m not dancing with you.”
Gary stared at him in shock, but Jim only had eyes for Spock, who had just entered the ballroom looking slightly breathless. Spock still wanted him. Even though he’d been the biggest dumbass ever.
Spock’s tux had remained immaculate, but his hair looked slightly windswept, perhaps from running, which gave Jim a little jolt of happiness. And Jim could feel the friendly questioning tug on their bond. Instead of answering mentally Jim waved his arms wildly over his hand and shouted, “Spock, over here.”
Spock’s head snapped up and people turned and parted to see whom Jim was waving like a maniac at. Spock and Jim’s eyes met from across the room and Jim felt a wide smile spread across his face.
And then suddenly Spock was in his arms, was holding his face between his hands and was kissing him in front of the whole school. Some sappy love song that they had had a conversation about hating q few days before came on, Gary was complaining in the background, and everything would probably go to shit tomorrow when the rest of the world found out, but none of that mattered right then. They fit together perfectly and moved gracefully across the floor, oblivious to their friends’ whispers and smiles.
Jim could feel the love and forgiveness pouring off of Spock, as they moved across the floor. Jim leaned forward, rested his head on Spock’s shoulder, and just trusted Spock to guide them.
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Two tuxedo jackets lay crumpled and tangled together on the grass, a few feet away a blanket was spread out and two boys laid on it, wrapped up in each other under the stars.
“Come on Spock, open up,” Jim said waving a chocolate covered strawberry in his face.
“Jim,” Spock said, hiding his face in Jim’s shoulder, “if you persist in feeding me those…those berries, my level of intoxication will overtake yours.”
“Your level of intoxication… silly Vulcan, you’re barely buzzed.”
“You have a point, hand me the strawberry,” he held his hand out for it imperiously, face still in Jim’s shoulder.
As soon as it touched his fingers, he rolled on top of Jim, pinning him down, and pushed the strawberry against his lips. Jim started laughing under him, shaking them both.
“Spock what are you doing? If you wanted me to eat it you could’ve just said so.”
“Jim,” Spock said pressing the strawberry against Jim’s mouth, his voice low, “I want you to eat it.”
Jim stilled immediately, all the laughter in his eyes was instantly replaced with heat and want. He locked eyes with Spock and his gaze never wavered as he parted his lips and slid them down the strawberry. When it was fully in his mouth he bit down and moaned as the rich sensation of the rich flavors of the dark chocolate and the sweet fruit hit his tongue coupled with the heavy press of Spock on top of him.
“That was delicious,” Jim got out before Spock pressed their mouths together, “tasted almost as good as you,” he said against Spock’s lips.
Spock rolled his hips down against Jim’s and he arched up against him. Spock began pressing kisses along Jim’s collarbone, began to unbutton Jim’s shirt with one hand, and reached to undo his pants with the other.
“Wait, Spock, stop,” Jim panted out gripping the back of Spock’s shirt.
“What possible reason could you have for stopping?”
“I have to tell you something.”
Spock stilled and brought his head up to look Jim in the eyes, “Jim, what-”
“Don’t worry, it’s not anything bad.” He scooted out from under Spock a bit and sat up, but left their legs and hands intertwined. “So you know how we were talking about going off-planet next year and maybe helping out at a colony or something.”
“Jim, I will follow you anywhere, you do not have to worry about what my father said.”
“Hush, this is my story. Well, anyway, I decided to follow your example and cultivate multiple options, and I talked to Pike and-”
“How did these activities escape my notice?”
“I don’t know, you were” Jim waved his hands vaguely. “Anyway, I applied to Starfleet, got in, and decided that I wanted to go there with you next year. I mean, if that’s okay, and what you want.”
Spock stared at him for a few moments before lunging forward and tackling Jim and kissing him everywhere he could reach. Jim yelped in surprise before giggling breathlessly and wriggling under Spock’s attention.
“I would love to attend Starfleet with you,” Spock got out between kisses.
“Mmm, good, because I already sent in our acceptance letters.” Spock brushed a kiss across his forehead before returning to give attention to his mouth.
This time when Spock reached to undo his pants Jim let him.
“Mmm so good baby,” Jim moaned as Spock pressed kisses to his belly and rubbed slick fingers into him. When Spock finally slid into him, filling him up all the way, Jim moaned and buried his face into Spock’s neck.
They panted and moaned words of affection to each other as they moved together under the night sky full of the stars and planets they would explore together.