Okay, so this is that last Part. BUT. There's an epilogue. It's a tiny, fluffy little thing, and I'm going to post it soon, I just preferred it being separate from this part because it didn't quite fit. :)
On with the show!
Black tie
Part 2: Smart Casual
"Jim… what is your meaning?"
Spock is, very slowly, backing away. The sight makes Jim snort with laughter, but he covers that up by faking a coughing fit.
Then he schools his face into his most seductive, predatory look, and drops his voice to a sultry bass. "Spock, you know why we're here. Don't deny it."
It's difficult to talk and not laugh at the same time, but Jim is an excellent actor. The mirrors beside them show the scene in parallel, and it's just ridiculous. But awesome.
Spock looks…
Huh.
Spock doesn't look scared.
What's up with that? Jim is rather annoyed when he realises this. He used his best come-hither voice, too. Why isn't Spock cowering at the corner anymore?
"Jim, you said you wished to speak to me."
But his voice, or maybe something about his tone, has thrown Jim off of his game. What's happening?
"Oh, sure, we can talk too. As long as you're using you tongue, Commander."
This causes eyebrows to raise, but no panic. Why isn't Spock freaking out anymore? Dammit, Jim is beginning to think he's missed something. Oh well, the tie is distracting him again, he might as well end this before the joke goes too far and Spock accuses him of sexual harassment (that would be the day).
"Okay, okay, I was kidding! Come on, you didn't think I'd do it, did you?"
Spock manages to look exasperated and Vulcan at the same time. "You were attempting to be humorous?"
For some weird reason Jim really feels like he's just shot himself in the foot with this one.
"Well yeah! I just wanted to ask you something, relax." He says loudly and brightly. But it's not funny, it's weird, and awkward, and there's a silence now between them that's even weirder and more awkward than when they were talking.
"You wished to ask me something?" Spock repeats, and the sentence falls flat into the air and sort of hangs there.
"Yeah. I…"
Of course this is when Jim realises he's staring at a brightly illuminated Spock again, and he mentally curses because it is not a good idea to try and remain articulate while facing that much condensed hotness.
"I'm taking your tie hostage." He declares.
Good start, Jim.
What's sad is that he actually thinks that without irony, he's genuinely impressed with his ability to sound coherent.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Take it off. It's bothering me and I can't concentrate."
"You are unable to concentrate… because of my tie."
And that's what Spock says. What it sounds like is this: "Dear God you've finally gone insane, I knew this day would come, what will I tell your mother?" (Winona Kirk met Spock once; it was a fantastically terrifying and uncomfortable experience for Jim because she and the Vulcan got along instantly in a very strange, we're-talking-about-you-secretly-and-comparing-experiences sort of way).
"Yeah. The thing's driving me crazy. So take. It. Off."
He nearly freezes when Spock walks toward him so they stand very, very close, and says coolly: "Then you shall have to undo it yourself."
Biting back the million retorts that come to mind (and yes, they all have to do with sex, in case anyone was doubting here) Jim decides to meet the challenge in Spock's voice.
"Fine." He says, faking nonchalance.
The moment his fingers extend toward Spock's neck he sees Spock's eyes widen a fraction and the Vulcan unconsciously pulls back. Jim snorts.
"Didn't think I'd do it, did you?"
Wordlessly, Spock untangles the knot and lets it hang loose, so it's draped across his shoulders.
Jim, in a moment of weakness, wraps his hand around one end and gently tugs, so with silken smoothness the tie brushes against Spock's collar and then falls from around his first officer's throat and into Jim's hands.
"You are very unusual." Spock says curiously, as Jim wraps the black garment around his wrist absent-mindedly.
"I know. I'm brash and impulsive and unpredictable." But he can't quite meet Spock's eyes.
"Those are two adjectives that may be used to describe you, yes. However, I was not referring to your unusual actions at this moment. Although they do continue to baffle me."
"You weren't?"
"No. Perhaps unusual is not accurate enough. I might have said… 'unique'."
"Unique?"
"There is no one quite like you, Jim."
"Huh." Jim smiles. "Actually, some might say you're kind of like me."
"I am like you?" Spock looks confused, but intrigued.
"Yeah. I mean, in some stuff we're opposites, but with… I don't know, I guess I think we're really similar with other stuff. Our likes and dislikes, for example. We both like chess, and hate paperwork." Spock raises his eyebrows, but to Jim's satisfaction, doesn't deny it. "And we both love our jobs. And I think we're both really passionate about what we do and what we stand for." Before Spock can object to being referred to as 'passionate' Jim quickly ads. "In our own different and special ways, of course." Then he sees his chance, and adds casually. "Hey, and we both liked Uhura."
"Indeed."
Deciding to steel himself and just say it, Jim manages to voice his suspicions. "So… what's up with you guys? I mean… she's dancing with Bones, Spock. Is something wrong?" His words are light but there's a gentle, serious undertone as he speaks: Jim might care for (kill for, die for) Spock in ways a little more than professional, but that just means he wants Spock to be happy, in his own, repressed Vulcan way.
He doesn't look remotely happy when Jim mentions his girlfriend, he looks blank and stoic.
"Nyota and I are no longer in a romantic relationship, Jim."
Okay, correction: ex-girlfriend.
This is when Jim's heart does a very weird soaring-yet-plummeting thing which ends up in a kind of uncomfortable lurch, and he coughs to cover up the undoubtedly freaky happy-yet-sad expression on his face. He doesn't know whether it's because Spock is single or that he's just feeling bad for the half-Vulcan. Probably both.
"I'm sorry." That, at least, is true.
He has suspected something was wrong for quite some time now, actually. And Jim noticed how Uhura looked at Spock when they met with him earlier. It was the way Jim knows he always looks at Spock: a yearning, mournful look, of craving for something he can't have.
Spock is looking at him funny. Again.
"What?"
"Why do you believe you were the cause of the termination of our relationship?"
"Oh, no, I don't! I just meant… I'm sorry for you, that it's over. If you're sad about that."
"I am not sad-"
"Okay, okay, if you found it… disagreeable."
"It was a mutual decision. However… I must confess a certain negative reaction …"
Jim waits with bated breath, his thoughts a painful blur. He has to admit to himself that he'd thought Spock had been the one to end it, judging by Uhura's expression.
"…to inflicting pain onto Nyota's emotions. She remains very important to me."
"Of course." If it were Bones saying this, Jim would give him a hug, but he can't really see that happening with Spock, so he sort of shuffles closer to his friend and pats his shoulder. "Uhura is great."
"… yes."
Spock's breath tastes amazing.
Shit.
"Thank you for your kindness, Jim."
He wouldn't be thanking me if he knew what I was thinking, Jim reflects grimly, and takes a few, decided steps back.
"You wanna go back to the party?" He doesn't, and he has the feeling Spock doesn't either, but they can't really hide in here for the rest of the night. Someone's bound to notice they're gone.
"It is what protocol dictates we do." Spock settles for, which Jim interprets as "No I don't, but we have to, though it sucks".
"Okay."
As he's about to walk out, however, Spock grabs his arm, strong fingers digging in to stop him. It's the arm around which Jim wrapped the tie.
"May I have this back, Jim?" Spock says, his eyes glinting in the light, and Jim has to take a moment to gulp, as Spock's shirt neck is now slightly open, all it needs is one button less and it'll be perfect… and suddenly Jim's entire nervous system seems to shudder awake and focus on that little white button, and before he knows what he's doing, he reaches out toward Spock's throat.
Spock doesn't pull away, but his eyes once again widen in surprise. Lips slightly parted, and breathing a little too shallow, Jim undoes the button in a quick flick of two fingers, then sighs.
"That's better." His voice sounds alien to even to him.
Spock examines himself in the mirror for a moment, and seems to settle for not understanding the situation.
"Does this mean you will not return my tie?"
"You're a smart man, Spock."
"I believe the adjective is accurate to describe my intellect when compared to the average Human's Intelligence Quotient, however I fail to comprehend why it is relevant in this discussion."
"I'm keeping your tie, now let's go."
*
However, while they're walking back to their table, Jim feels a hard tug around his arm and whirls around, grabbing Spock's hand and yanking back the tie his sneaky first officer was trying to steal.
"Hey! I told you you're not allowed to take this back!"
"That is illogical, Jim. You are illogical."
Jim rolls his eyes, and bundles up the black fabric. "I don't care."
And he quickly strides ahead, and stuffs the tie down the front of his pants, being careful that Spock won't be able to see what he's done. Then he turns, hands spread wide, knowing that even though they stand quite far apart Spock will hear him over the music.
"There, now I made it disappear and you'll never find it!"
To his delight, a slight smile creeps up on the right corner of Spock's lips. From where Jim stands, the full effect of Spock's elegance plus undiluted sex-appeal wrapped in style is quite, quite… quite.
"I believe the statement is worthy of repetition: You are illogical, Jim."
"I prefer unique!"
And he walks away, knowing, with a certainty that sends thrills down his spine, that Spock will follow him. And then he smiles.
*
It starts okay. For good half hour Jim keeps his thoughts in check, feeling a lot more like his usual self, relaxed, and he even sort of manages to forget how Spock looks, firmly setting his mind to "just good friends" mode.
They stand near the pillar again, talking as they always do, as though they're just back on the ship during a long, boring shift, and the banter is easy and comfortable and normal.
That is, until-
"Jim, I must ask for my tie to be returned."
"What is it about this tie that you need it so desperately?"
Spock pauses, considering. Jim decides now is not a good moment to preach about the meaning of the word rhetorical.
Finally, Spock says something Jim hadn't expected at all.
"I must admit to feeling rather… uncomfortably… exposed, without it."
Jim almost laughs.
Almost.
"Exposed?" He manages, trying not to follow that up with "Awwww."
"It is merely to do with the arterial pulse in my neck and the fact that the room temperature is not very elevated, therefore to my Vulcan metabolism…"
"Your neck feels exposed?"
"… as I was saying, my Vulcan metabolism, which-"
"No no, you don't get to rationalise this. You said exposed." Jim's voice is gleeful by this point, but then Spock moves to stand in front of him, so Jim is leaning against the cold pillar and Spock has him trapped against it, and suddenly Jim is caught again, and he realises that he's staring at Spock's neck with intent, and that maybe he should stop it.
"Perhaps it was not the most agreeable choice of words, and I can withstand the cold much better than a Human can, up to a certain extent. Jim, I am asking that you please return-"
"I'm sorry, but it's not an option."
"Please, Jim."
"I'm sorry, Spock." He means it, although he knows his reasons for wanting Spock not to wear his tie are as ridiculous as Spock's reasons for wanting to keep it on. "But if you knew why I'm doing this… it's really for your own sake, too."
"Then explain your reasons or I shall have to conclude they do not follow a logical thought-process, the likelihood of which seems to increase in direct proportionality to your stubbornness."
Jim doesn't answer. The words don't even sound so provocative; it's the soft, intimate tone Spock uses that makes Jim bite the inside of his cheek.
"I shall take it by force if necessary, Jim."
Okay, so the words are a little-
"You don't even know where it is."
When Spock cocks his head to the side his neck looks incredibly pale and exposed and inviting. Like it's just aching to be kissed, or bitten. Jim licks his lips, knowing he's still staring and that maybe he should really stop it.
"I will find it on you." Spock says quietly.
"No, you won't."
But this, finally, this moment, this dimly lit, dangerous moment, makes Jim snap from his trance, and he manages to wrench his eyes away from his first officer, because he cannot let himself lose focus. Spock doesn't know what this is doing to Jim, and so it's not fair to him to be thinking the things he can't help thinking about when Spock corners Jim against a wall.
"Listen, Spock…"
He finally decides that it's not healthy for him to spend another minute standing next to the man he loves but cannot touch, so he will have to remove himself from temptation.
"… I'm gonna go dance, okay?"
Spock looks surprised and his jaw clenches, but nods and steps away. Jim breathes a sigh of relief at this little easing, and doesn't notice how an expression of distressed misery flashes across Spock's face for less than an instant.
"Uh, so, you'll be okay here by yourself, right?"
To this Spock doesn't even deign to answer; he just goes back to his stoic Vulcanness near the pillar, and with a brief, forced smile, Jim leaves.
He's not sure whether the emotion flooding his bloodstream right now is relief or sadness. It's strange, but he really wants to sprint back to Spock and stick to him like glue, and at the same time, run as far from his anchor as his rebellious feet will let him, because it hurts to be so tied to something that doesn't want him, not in that way…
It's easier to pretend he can't remember Spock when he's surrounded by so many people. That being said, it's not easy. Forcing a confident smile on his lips with some effort, Jim walks carefully into the crowd of dancers, trying to spot a familiar face.
"Jim!"
Uhura, of all people, is suddenly in front of him. The song playing right now is quite slow and she moves her body in a gentle swaying motion, and Jim's mouth curls into a grin.
"Well hello, Uhura. Care to dance?"
She gives him a sweet smile that means "Yes" and they start to move to the music together. It's great. He can sort of stop thinking and just enjoy the fun of dancing with a person who he deeply cares for without any ulterior motives. Jim's never had this kind of relationship with a woman before, and it's actually really cool. He likes Uhura because she's brilliant and talented and yes, she's also beautiful, but he doesn't want her that way, not anymore, she's just his friend now, and Jim also likes that there's nothing just about friendships.
Soon, people around the pair start to cast admiring glances their way, and it's almost as though they did it on purpose, her in red and orange and him in blue and black, with the purple lights that make the colours blend instead of clash.
Then the song ends and a faster, more sensuous rhythm begins. With a questioning glance Jim asks Uhura is she's up for it, and she laughs and takes his hand and pirouettes in a whirl of flowing skirts.
Jim can dance and, if he does say so himself, he's pretty good. A girl once said to him that he looked like a lion when he danced; all dangerous grace and energy like a coiled spring, predatory but contained, movements smooth and flowing. He knows that with a partner like Uhura showing off is simply not possible, but he also enjoys making her shine.
The floor around them starts to clear as the song progresses and their showy routine makes others stop in their tracks, Jim can spot McCoy bemusedly watching them, and next to him Scotty, with Chekov and Sulu close by, clapping. Then he sees Admiral Pike, with an attractive blonde woman by his chair, wink at him. They met and spoke earlier during the meal, but Jim wasn't expecting to see the man in the middle of the dance floor. He winks back at his old mentor all the same, of course.
To his surprise, however, Uhura suddenly freezes in the middle of a step and stares at something behind him.
Jim turns around, frowning, to see… Spock is walking toward them.
The half-Vulcan's purposeful stride makes everyone leap out of his way immediately, and Jim isn't sure if he does it on purpose, but his steps are in time to the beat.
"Jim, may I speak to you a moment." It's not a question.
Uhura looks more perplexed than heartbroken, thankfully, and Jim flashes her an incredulous look after Spock grabs his arm and starts to drag him away. The moment right before the crowd surges and she disappears from view, Jim is relieved to see Scotty come to Uhura's rescue, and spin her around. She laughs, and then is swallowed once more by the music.
"Spock, what's wrong?"
Spock is facing away from him, still pulling his arm through the crowd, but curiously doesn't seem about to leave the dance-floor, just move around in it.
Jim has no idea what's going on.
"Spock."
Finally Spock stops and turns to look at him. Jim can feel the many curious looks upon them, but all he cares about is Spock's strange behaviour.
"I wish to leave."
"What?"
No. No. He can't leave. He just… can't. Jim doesn't want the ache to come back, the terrible, knawing ache in his chest and his stomach, that misses Spock, that wants Spock to stay…
"Your argument to convince me that my presence at this event was necessary was based upon the premise that you would not enjoy your time here unless I remained by your side."
But Jim is still stuck on Spock saying he wants to leave in that tone, the tone he's still using now, as though Jim disgusted him, as though Jim disappointed him somehow.
"You… can't…" He murmurs weakly, moving closer to Spock, but Spock just takes another step backward, keeping his distance, and keeps speaking in that flat yet angry tone that acts like an acid onto Jim's skin.
"It is very obvious to me now that you do not need… you do not require my… me. You do not need me here, Ji-Captain. I do not wish to remain. It would be-"
"Don't say illogical." He can't resist.
"There is no logical reason for me to stay. I have observed your dancing with Nyota." A flash of expression clouds Spock's features, and when he speaks next his tone has more emotion than usual. "You are happy."
"No, I'm…" But what will he say? He can't ever, ever tell Spock the truth of why he couldn't stay by his side. Why he needed to breathe, just for a few moments, without also needing to make a confession that must never escape his lips.
"Jim, I am sorry, but this is the only viable outcome now. You have eliminated all other choices. I have given you fair warning of what could happen if you did not cooperate."
"Wha-?"
And that's when Spock does something completely unexpected.
They stand apart, so it's three times move obvious than it would have been had they stood much, much closer.
Spock deliberately reaches across the space between their bodies and his fingers curl around Jim's belt.
Oh dear.
"Spock!" It comes out as a high-pitched little squeal that Kirk will forever deny happened in the future. If there is, indeed, a future after this. Because he feels like he might die. Any second now.
"I saw where you put my tie, Captain."
The back of Spock's hand is brushing areas that make Jim choke back a hysterical laugh at Spock's use of his title.
"'Captain', Spock? Are you kidding me?" with a pointed glance down, Jim does the only logical thing he can think of: he steps toward Spock, so that at least the people around them won't be able to tell what the hell's going on. Jim certainly has no idea.
It probably looks like they're dancing very close, although the blood rushing past his ears won't let Jim hear the melody, just the pounding beat thrumming with his frantic heart.
"I am merely claiming what is mine, Jim." And that's when Spock slips his hand in, his expression utterly impossible to read.
"Holy shit, Spock stop that!"
Jim falls forward, completely unable to stand on his own two legs, palms slamming against Spock's biceps and forehead smacking onto the hard shoulder. His breaths are coming in difficult gulps.
"Not until I have my tie." Spock replies, voice icy cool.
"Fuck your tie." Jim says vehemently, resisting the urge to bite Spock's neck now that it's this close.
"Cease your struggling."
"My-?" When Spock's nails scrape Jim's thigh he jerks his hips away, or tries to, but Spock's grip is unforgiving. "Spock, we're in the middle of a, ah, people around us, you, oh shit, oh stop it, stop it please stop it…"
Spock's eyebrows arch in aristocratic contempt.
"I will once I have retrieved my-"
"That's not your tie." Jim wheezes, fingers convulsing around the fabric of Spock's suit, clutching it for support. His legs are going to buckle, this is ridiculous and embarrassing and oh hell no, oh no…
"Stop, stop, stop! That's an order, Commander!"
With cold fury sharp in his eyes, Spock retrieves his hand and Jim tries not to collapse onto the floor.
"What… the hell?"
"Give it to me."
Jim's laugh is strained. "Okay, we're having this discussion somewhere more private."
"No, I wish to depart instantly and you cannot stop me."
"Actually, I can. I'm your Captain."
"You have no authority over me now."
"My wish is your freakin' command."
"No, this is a recreational activity and your wishes mean nothing to me."
"But…" Spock's teeth are clenched. The sight derails Jim's train of thought somewhat. "Wait, what?"
Unfortunately this moment of distraction is what pushes Spock over the edge. And not in the good way.
"Enough. I no longer care to understand your reasoning, because clearly your mental faculties are incredibly poor at this time. I shall depart without the item, then, and our professional relationship may resume once we are back aboard the Enterprise. Until then, I give up. You, James T. Kirk, are the most infuriating, irrational-"
"Don't say illogical." He really can't resist.
And that's when Spock loses it: out of his Vulcan throat a frustrated, angry growl reverberates loudly and makes Jim's eyes widen.
"Okay, okay, calm down, Spock…"
The growl is getting louder.
"Spock, I didn't mean to, uh, let's go outside…"
Now it's more like a guttural snarl. Oh hell. Oh someone up there please have mercy this is a little much for the system…
"Spock. You can't kill me in front of witnesses, think about it. Think about what a bloody mess it would make."
But Spock looks like he's going to enjoy slowly ripping Jim apart limb by limb. And whatever it is that's keeping him from launching himself onto his Captain seems to be in danger of losing.
"Come on, man. It was just a joke."
Jim grabs Spock's hand and tries to pull him outside. But Spock is still and stiff and won't budge one bit. His eyes glow in the dim light and when Jim lets go of his fingers they curl into fists.
"Dammit, Commander! Snap out of it!"
He's about to slap Spock. He can feel his palm tingling with the urge, he's almost raising his hand to do it, and then…
"Jim! Everyone's looking for you." Sulu's smile fades when he sees Spock. "Shit, what happened?"
But Jim has a plan. "Sulu, I need a distraction."
"What?"
"Something to make sure no one looks at us. I can't get him to budge. Just… I don't know, do something crazy."
Sulu's eyebrows shoot up sceptically. "Uh, what are you saying exactly, Jim?"
"Get Bones to dance the conga! Pretend to punch Scotty in the face! Really punch Scotty in the face! Kiss Chekov! Oh, that's a good one."
Sulu's face goes beet-red at this last suggestion. "Why the hell would I want to kiss Chekov?" He splutters, which makes Jim grin.
"Didn't say you wanted to, I said I need a distraction. Not that I have a problem with that, as long as you two keep things professional while on duty, and-"
"There is nothing between me and Chekov!" Of course Sulu's tone just makes Jim's smile wider, and confirms what he's been suspecting for some time now. "I mean, has he said something? Never mind, I don't even, we're just… he's nineteen!"
"Yeah, and you're twenty-five. Big deal. Sulu, you have to save me."
"So what did you do to Spock to make him like that?" Sulu snaps accusingly, turning away from Jim to examine the first officer once more. Now Jim's the one who's uncomfortable.
"I can't say, to be honest. Just help me out here before I become the attractive yet tragic victim of a homicide. Please."
"Fine."
With a final eye-roll, Sulu quickly leaves. Jim hopes that it's in search of Chekov.
"Spock? Are you in there?"
Spock's eyes are two ink-black pools of undiluted hatred. So, eh… maybe not.
"Breathe, Spock. Try and remember why you like me so much. You don't want to regret this later, right? Come on."
Waving a hand in front of Spock's face doesn't seem to work. His hard jaw is clenched and Jim thinks that if he were to put his hands on Spock's chest he could feel the vibration coming from there.
All right, so maybe he should have given Spock the tie, before. But it's too late now, and all Jim needs is for the people around them to stop sneaking covert glances their way and he can put his plan in motion, and hopefully it will work.
"Hey, is that the Enterprise helmsman and the kid-prodigy navigator?"
"Oh my god! I thought he was underage!"
"No he's not, that was two years ago!"
"What's going on?"
"What are they doing, in the middle of-"
"Do you think it's serious?"
"These young officers, they think they can just do whatever they want…"
"What's happening?"
"Oh look!"
As the whispers grow in volume and everyone is craning their necks to see, Jim moves close up to Spock's face, and when their chests brush he confirms his earlier theory. Spock's growl feels like a low purr in his stomach.
"Spock, come back to me, eh?"
The Vulcan seems to be making the effort, flashes of awareness making his eyes widen. But it's not enough, he's losing control.
So Jim kisses him.
It works.
*
The cool night air fills Jim's lungs and he tries to think of what to do next. Besides the obvious thing. Because he really can't think of anything else.
"You…"
Spock stands beside him on the steps, and doesn't finish the sentence. Which is shocking.
"What is it, Spock?"
"You did not physically assault me."
"Guess not. Although, in a way I sort of did." Jim's laugh is soft and sad and the night swallows it whole.
"How did you…"
Again, Spock is silent for a very long time.
"How did I what?"
"How did you know, Jim? How did you know it would work?"
The stars are beautiful, Jim thinks. The sky casts blue shadows on Spock's serious, contemplative figure, and for a moment Jim feels like sobbing, something he has never done before in his entire life.
"I didn't. But it was the best guess. If I'd punched you, you would have just hit me back, and then, well, you know, blood and gore, tragic death, yada yada."
"I see."
Spock walks slowly to stand in front of him, his eyes intent.
"I must confess, I felt something when our lips met."
Jim's stomach drops at the same time as his heart soars, which makes for a confusing, dizzy feeling.
"What?"
"I am a touch telepath, Jim. I am sometimes able to gather impressions of your mind without necessarily having to meld with you."
To his horror, Jim can't stop a gasp of pain from escaping his mouth. It's incredible, he thinks numbly, how much something like this, this stupid misunderstanding which he doesn't… how much it can feel like Spock ripped his heart out and ate it for dinner.
"I must ask, Jim… do you… are you…"
The silence wears on. It's long and it hurts Jim's brain a little bit. Finally, he can't take it anymore.
"What? Am I what, Spock?"
Spock blinks slowly. "May I repeat the experience, to obtain more results and perhaps form a more coherent theory?" The words are low and rushed, and Jim is confused.
"You want to kiss me again?"
"Yes."
"For an experiment?"
"Yes."
Oh, what the hell.
"Sure. Go ahead." The bitterness in his tone doesn't seem to deter Spock, as he takes Jim's hand and moves them further from the main entrance, so they are hidden from the public eye.
"Thank you, Jim."
And that's all the warning Jim gets. Because next thing he knows, Spock is kissing him.
As in, kissing him.
There's nothing tentative or gentle about it, and Jim doesn't even try to hide the responses in his body or his mind, it's much too late for that and he knows. But it's so good and it feels as though they've both been trying to hold back from this for very long and have finally given in and it's delicious, Spock's hot mouth, and when his tongue thrusts with Jim's a moan builds at the back of his throat, or maybe that's Spock's throat, either way it doesn't matter. The moan turns into a grunt when one of Spock's hands slides in Jim's hair and tugs him closer, and the other lands flat against his back, pushing their bodies together so hard it feels like Spock is trying to make Jim come into him, become one with him, literally.
When they draw apart much too soon Jim feels winded, like someone punched him in the stomach and he can't breathe.
"Was… that… enough?" He pants.
"No."
Spock is flushed, and his collar looks ruffled, oh, maybe Jim did that when he grabbed it, how fascinating, but the important part to focus on here is Spock's expression, which is intense, and the gleam in his eyes, which speaks of knowledge. He knows. He knows everything.
"Do you mean you need more data, Spock?" Jim asks.
"Yes. Please, more."
There's something incredibly sexy about driving Spock to the primal, half-pleading half-demanding tone he's using now. Jim can feel it building; a powerful, exhilarating rush that makes his own face light up, pouring joy out of his eyes like fireworks.
"Have your way with me, Commander."
It's very dark where they stand, but Jim can make out Spock's devilish little smile with perfect clarity when the Vulcan says firmly:
"I am going to take my tie back, now."
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