Hello, everyone! :D I'm very excited about this years Thirty Days of Spirk, and I hope that you are as well :)) The prompt I chose to start us off with worked so great it's 1,568 words long (according to my word doc, anyways). Like holy frap, guys. That's the longest yet. We can only hope they are all as lengthy!

Anywho. ANYWHO.

I'll shut up and let you get to reading now. Hope you like it~

Disclaimer (for the whole fic!): I don't own Star Trek! And I never will - which is a-okay with me!

I didn't know you were my teacher AU

The semester had barely started, and it was already off to a rough start. Thanks to his mother and her…issues, Jim missed his first two weeks of classes. If not for the fact that his advisor was Pike, he doubted he would have been able to continue attending them instead of dropping, which he knows is what would have happened had this happened to someone whose parent wasn't a hero of Starfleet.

Though he would rather escape the 'special' treatment, he can't say he isn't grateful, in this case. The classes he's in this semester are some of the most important for his field of study.

Jim hated the trips back home like he'd just had; what had started out as a short weekend visit before school started again turned into a case of 'my face sets my mother off but I'm also the one needed around to settle her again'. It was a vicious cycle.

But finally, finally, he was back home and ready to get into the swing of things again. And to celebrate that fact, he dragged Bones out of his room and away from his books, going to the bar they preferred when they didn't want to be surrounded with their fellow Cadets. It was busy but calm, too, the perfect—yet odd—combination. To make up for the fact that he had given him no choice in going out with him Jim bought the first round of drinks, getting the good stuff he knows he likes but won't buy because of the price.

Bones buys the next round and Jim knows he's in the clear then, settling into the stool and talking about what drama he'd missed. It was just the lighthearted chatter that he needed, and before long he was roaming around the room, stopping here and there to talk to familiar faces. It was during his second go 'round, when he came back for another beer and to set Bones talking to a woman he knew was just his type that he saw him.

He's sitting at a table in the back by himself, back to the wall and a glass of wine before him that's almost empty. His face is softly lit by the glow of his Data PADD, and Jim can tell by the cut of his hair and the pointed tips of his ears that he's a Vulcan.

Jim's attention is instantly caught.

Turning back to the bar he makes sure Bones is doing okay with the woman—he is—before flagging down the bartender. "I'll have another one of these," he wiggles the empty bottle in his hand before setting it down. "And a refill of whatever he's having." He tips his head in the Vulcan's direction, thanking the bartender with a wide grin when he sets the drinks on the counter before him moments later.

Jim deftly navigates his way through the crowded room, shifting into the Vulcan's line of sight so he could grab his attention. When he did look up, he lifted the glass of wine a tad, smiling demurely at him. "Mind if I join you?"

In the time it takes him to answer Jim can imagine him weighing the pros and cons of saying yes, looking between the glass in his hand and the smile Jim knows people find irresistible. He knows his answer before he says it by the way he locks his PADD, setting it down before nodding towards the chair across from him.

Jim sits and hands the glass of wine to him, taking a sip of his own drink before introducing himself. "Hey. I'm Jim,"

He watches as he draws the glass closer, finishing the last bit of wine left in his original glass before he introduces himself as well. "Hello, Jim. I'm Spock."

"It's nice to meet you, Spock," Jim grins, privately enjoying the way his name rolls of his tongue. Settling back into the chair Jim turns on his charm, asking just the right questions to get the conversation flowing. It isn't long before he's leaned in towards him, animatedly talking about the paper Spock had been reading before he walked up. At that point he's being solely himself, the majority of him enjoying talking to someone on his level, the idea of taking him home on the back burner for the moment.

It isn't often that he really finds someone he connects with on an intellectual level—the majority of his fellow Cadets believing him to be stupid—and it's more stimulating than he expects.

Jim suspects that's why the rest of the night unfolds as it does.

Nipping his lower lip Jim wraps his legs around Spock's waist when he lifts him, tongue darting in and tangling with his when granted the opening. His runs his fingers through Spock's hair, fisting his hands in it to gently tip his head back, listening to his soft panting as Jim kisses down his neck. He feels the shiver run through him when he lightly drags his teeth along his adam's apple, groaning himself when Spock brings his head back up and presses a bruising kiss onto his lips.

Jim lets go of his hair and scrambles at his shirt instead, letting out a shaky moan when his efforts earn him a small thrust of the hips.

They're rolling around the bed, fingers pressing bruises into hips, scrambling to find a grip on sweaty skin. The low rumbling growl of a sound Spock makes every time Jim does something he particularly likes might just be the sexiest sound he's ever heard in his life. Spock rolls them so he's on top, changing the angle so that the next thrust hits that spot dead on, making Jim let out a strangled mix of a yelp and a moan; he grabs Spock's face and brings it down to share a sloppy open mouthed kiss through their thrusts.

Though they have a while to go, Jim knows this will easily be one of the most sensual nights he'll ever have.

Waking up is a surprise for Jim; out of all the one night stands he's had, never before had he fallen asleep at their place afterwards. As he slips slowly out of the bed and into his clothes, quietly making his way out of Spock's home, he can't help but wonder what it was about the Vulcan that made him comfortable enough to do so.

Luckily for Jim, Bones is already up and in class for the day, so he doesn't have to try and fail to avoid the cocked brow and steady drawl when he asked him if he had fun the night before. It wouldn't be the first time he'd asked that, but it would be the first that involved him having done the 'walk of shame'. Using the sonic shower so he could be quicker, Jim changed into a clean pair of clothes and headed out to his first class of the day.

By the time he'd made it to his last class of the day—the one he'd heard was the hardest—Jim couldn't wait to get home. The day hadn't been bad, but he'd had a constant back burner thought of finding Spock and seeing if he wanted to go another round—something he doesn't do very often, if at all.

Guess it proved to be just his luck, that he settled into his seat and looked up to find just the man he was thinking of.

Slouching into his seat Jim curses under his breath, chewing on his lower lip; shaking his head he straightens back up, smiling sheepishly when Spock finally sees him halfway through class, back stiffening ever so slightly. Jim isn't surprised when at the end of class, he's asked to stay. He waits until everyone is gone to make his way down to Spock's desk, shoving his hands into his front pockets.

It only takes a minute of looking at each other for Spock to ask his question.

"Did you." He pauses, before continuing on. "Did you sleep with me for good grades." His voice is stiff, and if Jim were to hazard a guess—hurt.

Jim is quick to shake his head in denial. "I didn't even know you were my teacher, Spock. This is the first day I've been able to get to classes."

Spock's eyebrows do a complicated movement between frowning and raising in disbelief.
"Why were you absent for the first two weeks?"

Rocking back on his heels, Jim rubs a hand at the back of his neck. "It was a uh, family emergency. Pike said he cleared it with everyone?"

"Commander Pike?" At Jim's nod, Spock cocks his head and continues. "You are Cadet Jim Kirk."

"The one and only." Jim grins.

Spock lets out what can only be described as a sigh. "What happened last night can never happen again."

"Oh, no sir." Jim says with a smirk, leaning into Spock, blocking him in with his arms on either side of his torso, holding on to the edge of the desk. His smirk only deepens at the intake of breath he both feels and hears him take—it's only too obvious just how his proximity is affecting Spock. "Never again, Spock." He breathes, watching smugly as his eyelids flutter shut before he seals their lips together in a kiss.

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I'm going to get started on the next prompt like...right now. lol

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