These ficlets are a series of songfics that came to me while I was listening to music. I personally love old jazz music, and I really see Kirk as being the type to love it too, seeing as he does collect antique books and art. So enjoy these small songfics that I thought went really well with not only the timeline, but the characters themselves. The entire story of the fics goes together, but they can be read separately.

Music in these fics are by various artists and have been recorded and rerecorded by a number of different artists. The suggested artist for what I'm thinking is listed next to the title in each fic. I'm not saying this is the best version, this is just the version that inspired what I was thinking and gives you optimum insight into my train of thought (also these versions are the versions that I consider to be playing, since each fic has music playing in it).

Also, these fics are rated M for Mature. Meaning there is dirty dirty smut in these fics. Read at your own digression.

I don't own Star Trek or this music…would I be writing fan fiction if I did?

Reviews greatly appreciated! So please read and review!

Come Fly With Me - Frank Sinatra

Jim Kirk was a sucker for classic music. Not that twenty-first or twenty-second century crap. No, Jim liked older stuff. Stuff that could get his feet moving and get his head out of whatever he was stressing over that day, like Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Michael Bublé. Of course, he'd never admit his love for this music to anyone, even his closest friends, even his first officer and sort-of-one-sided love interest, Spock.

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There's a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away

Except, of course, on those occasions when he had no say over what was spewing out of his mouth. Mainly when he and his officers enjoyed a few too many drinks together.

The drinking itself wasn't extremely rare, Jim liked sitting down and catching up with each of them a few times a month at the least. Every once in a while they'd sit down together and play poker for a while or another card game until one or more of the officers were called away for another engagement, mainly Scotty to check on something in the engines or Bones to look in on a patient or Uhura to translate something for the Ensign that was taking her place on beta shift, and then Jim would follow Spock to one of their quarters and the two would sit down again and play chess for a few hours. This was the way things ran on the Enterprise, it was a familial system that they all enjoyed.

Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru
In llama land there's a one-man band
And he'll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue

On one particular occasion, they had just returned from a particularly well completed mission. Jim was ecstatic about just how well the mission had gone and was ready to enjoy his officers' companies. As they filtered into the rec room, Bones put a particularly large bottle of a blue liquid that was faintly glowing in the center of the table.

"This is from one of the ambassadors we met up with. He said that as thanks for saving his daughter's life, we should all enjoy this…" Bones was watching the liquid curiously as he spoke. Jim grinned broadly at him and got up, getting glasses for each of the officers around the table.

"What is it exactly?" Sulu sat down at the table slowly, eyeing the liquid as well. Bones shrugged slightly and took his own place at the table, on Jim's left. Their seating arrangement had become habit easily. Jim chose where he wanted to sit and the rest of them formed around him, Bones always on his left and Spock always on his right. Uhura would sit on Spock's other side and Chekov on Bones', followed by Sulu and Scotty. And so the circle was completed at every card game or relaxing moment they had in the room. Every once in a while, someone would remove themselves from the circle for a bathroom break or to refill a glass or replicate some snacks for them, but not until there was an emergency that needed taking care of was the circle ever truly broken.

As per usual, the glasses were distributed around the table, even Spock taking one, claiming that he was curious as to the taste of the odd glowing substance, and each glass was filled slowly. Finally, Jim raised his own glass over their heads, looking around at his officers with a beaming smile.

"To all of you, the best crew a man could ask for. Congratulations on another successful first contact mission, even if it started off a bit rocky." They all laughed slightly, glasses clinking together before the drinking began, each of them slowly sipping the drink and enjoying eachother's company.

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer 'cause we're together

It was around his fourth or fifth glass, he couldn't remember anymore, hell, for all anyone knew it was his eighth or ninth, that Jim had started complaining that the room was too quiet. He wanted music to be played, to dance, and despite the protests and drunken arguments of the rest of his officers, he would have his damn music. He got up slowly, steadying himself partly on the chair and partly on Spock, who, despite his claim of alcohol not affecting Vulcans, was looking a bit green around the ears and seemed a bit more cheery than the norm.

Sliding over to the computer, he punched in his override code and loaded a file he'd saved into the ship's memory banks himself. The jazz beat flowed through the room, followed by the smooth baritone vocals that Jim loved. He smiled as he returned to the table, not sitting, but offering his hand to Uhura first, the closest to him. She frowned up at him before sighing and taking the offered hand.

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
You just say the words and we'll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say
Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away

As the group discovered, Jim was an exceptional dancer and singer, despite being drunk. He swayed elegantly to the music and lead Uhura to do the same, the two of them almost gliding in their movements. Spock could feel his ears heating up slightly before realizing it and forced himself to calm his emotions, unwilling to admit to himself that he was slightly jealous. Of who exactly he was jealous, he was also unwilling to admit.

Chekov was watching Jim with his version of a hero-worship look to him, enjoying the show that was being put on. Sulu had one arm around the smaller man and was talking to Scotty about something or other, it was always of questionable nature. Bones was grinning to himself slightly and watching Jim. He had already made a mental reminder to have security pull this vid, just in case he ever needed any blackmail against his captain.

Finally the song finished and Jim settled back in his seat, the next song continuing, but without the stage show. Their enjoyment and drinking continued, until the comm beeped loudly, the voice of an ensign calling Scotty away from the room. They all sighed slightly at the loss and agreed that it was, indeed, late and they did all have to be awake in the morning, preferably without hangovers. Sulu collected glasses with Chekov while Bones corked the bottle quickly. Spock threw one of Jim's arms over his shoulder, holding the captain up, the lack of dancing inexplicably causing his equilibrium to falter, and making him stumble. They each nodded a "good night" to one another and separated, Spock heading for Jim's quarters to make sure he made it into bed before planning on going to his own.

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We'll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I'll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer 'cause we're together

When Spock finally made it to Jim's room, despite Jim's drunken behavior and tendency to be very touchy and very stubborn while drunk. Punching in the override code, the two entered the room quickly, Spock finally letting go of Jim and watching him make his way into the room. He'd barely made it five feet before spinning around quickly on his heel, facing his first officer. At the same time, Spock heard the whoosh of the door behind him and they were plunged into almost darkness.

"Spock..?"

"I am still here, Jim. Please rest, as we both must be on the bridge at precisely 7am tomorrow morning." He stood there, not moving. He could hear Jim's movement in the silent room, stumbling toward him it seemed. He held his arms out slightly to catch the captain if he were to fall or bump into him. He finally felt fingertips against his arm near his shoulder, his eyes widened slightly in surprise of the close proximity of the other man, especially in such a short time and without otherwise feeling his approach.

Weather-wise it's such a lovely day
You just say the words and we'll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It's perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say

Before his analytical mind could register what was going on, Spock felt himself hit the closed door behind him, Jim's hands on his shoulders pushing him backwards. Next came the mouth. Jim's mouth was known for its many talents in many fields, but Spock obviously still was not quite aware of a few of the talents, one of which was happening against his own mouth. His eyes widened even more in shock before realizing exactly how pleasurable the experience was, the near heat of Jim's lips against his own, the difference in body temperature, the friction between them.

And then as quickly as it had happened, Jim was gone, disappearing again into the darkness. He heard a faint breathing from the captain before a whispered "Night, Spock" and he took that as a cue to leave, opening the door again and stepping out into the hallway.

Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly
Pack up, let's fly away!