Disclaimer : None of it is mine. Or else we'd have a lot more Spock on Kirk action.
Author's Note : This is just a quick drabble I had stuck in my head. It's sweet and intoxicatingly fluffy. I think I might have cotton mouth from it actually.
Enjoy.
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Jim remembered high school; the teachers and their bullshit; administartors and theirs; easy girls who were always open for a quickie in the bathroom,; stupid jocks who thought that football would get them somewhere in life.
Yeah, Jim remembered high school and how much he had hated it.
Probably the worst part for one James Kirk had been the school spirit. Back home in Iowa, they still had the old fashioned parades, the Homecoming games, Spirit Week, all that. His school had been blazing with the royal blues and flashy golds.
He got a headache just thinking about it.
The colors, the noise, the overall chaos, something he normally caused all on his own, was just too much for one resident slacker.
Why people felt the need to go cheer on a team of losers who picked on people who would actually become something in their lives was news to Jim, but he had found himself leaning against the fence at one of the games in his four years of Hell. It was not a memory he much cherished.
But thinking back on it now, as he lay in bed with a heavy arm thrown over his stomach, Jim couldn't understand his previous hatred of his school colors. Maybe he just hadn't seen them in the right place, the right time. Maybe it was all about the circumstance, and the that little outskirts town wasn't that by any means. Maybe, Jim though wryly, he was just getting sentimental.
Either way, as James T. Kirk stared at the intertwining sleeves of his gold command shirt and the deep blue of Spock's science uniform, he couldn't help but admire how well the colors seemed to go together.
"You find something amusing." It wasn't a question, just a statement of fact. Jim could almost sense the confusion underneath the Vulcan's words, which wasn't too surprising considering the Vulcan bond which he felt lightly thrumming in the back of his mind.
Turning over to face his stoic lover, Jim smiled at the mussed hair and bruised lips. Seeing Spock so only brought back images of earlier, causing Jim to fidget slightly.
"I was just thinking that maybe some Terran traditions aren't so stupid after all."
A raised eyebrow. Another brilliant smile.
"And to which tradition would you be referring, Jim?"
A softening of a smile. The lowering of a brow.
"Honecomings. Spirit Weeks. High school, Spock. Sometimes contradicting colors do go together nicely, just like people."
Jim would never admit it out loud, but he would treasure the image of those shirts tangled together for years to come, just as he treasured the softening of a Vulcan's features and the soft kiss that ensued from there.