Casual Fridays aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise…
…And the Ensuing Complications.
Chapter Two – "Anyone seen Spock?"
Author's Note: This chapter comes after chapter one, seeing as it is chapter two. Also, fanservice for the fucking win. And plot starts soon.
Friday morning. Kirk was, as usual, the first to the bridge. He was wearing jeans. And nothing else. He was leaning back, his legs propped up on a control panel, and his hands were clasped behind his neck- the usual portrait of casual confidence. "Mornin', Sulu. Lookin' awesome."
"Likewise, Captain," the pilot said, relieving the Beta-shift pilot. He was wearing a Hawaiian print, button-up shirt of an obscene pink and light blue jeans. Flamingly, flamingly gay- the captain approved.
Chekov and Uhura entered together- Chekov in an oversized white t-shirt and rocketship pajama pants- quite frankly adorable- and Uhura wearing knee high boots that covered more skin that her shirt and skirt combined. Not that anyone was complaining.
"Has anyone seen Spock?" Kirk asked, shifting to a slightly more upright position and spinning about in the chair.
"Is he not here yet? I saw him at breakfast."
Jim craned his neck backwards to see his friend, who was wearing battered black slacks and a worn white dress shirt, buttoned half way up his chest and with the sleeves half-way rolled up.
"Damn, Bones. You look good," the captain said. Neither of them had to turn around to know that Uhura most definitely appreciated the doctor out of uniform.
Which was when Spock strolled onto the bridge as if everything was completely and entirely normal. His expression was characteristically serene, almost confident. Spock was wearing leather pants.
And indeed, as Jim observed keenly, these were some leather pants. Or perhaps pleather, considering the Vulcan was, well, Vulcan. Nevertheless, they clung to the contours of his first officer's body most starkly against the white walls of the Enterprise- and his skin. Kirk let his gaze drift upwards and there was a brief flash of pale skin before Spock pulled his shirt down slightly- it was a black t-shirt that had been ripped in multiple places, then patched up with fishnet just sparse enough to show hints of the man's chest.
"Good morning, captain. Doctor McCoy was agreeable enough as to help me assemble culturally correct clothing for your Casual Friday. I trust you find it agreeable? I have noticed you are not wearing a shirt, and thus assume that I have fulfilled all standards of decency."
Jim nodded slowly. Very slowly. "Maybe every Friday should be a Casual Friday."
Spock raised an eyebrow. "I must admit that I would find such agreeable," he said, his tone completely neutral.
He then abruptly turned to his station and began to work.
Someone let out a low and appreciative whistle, but Kirk was too dazed to notice.
The atmosphere on the bridge for the entirety of the shift was alternatively insanely tense (in the sexual way, that was, as Bones kept appearing on the bridge, Chekov insisted that pink was very flattering on Lieutenant Sulu, Spock…well, Spock was just plain distracting for every individual attracted to males, and there were quite a few of those on the bridge that day) or most light ("I spy…something black." "Mr. Spock's hot pants, Mr. Sulu? I'm ashamed of you, keep your eyes on your work!" "I must inquire, Captain- how can ones pants have an elevated temperature?")
It was around the end of the shift when Kirk announced that he was going to drop into engineering and talk with Scotty (who was most definitely wearing a kilt; the captain had seen him that morning).
"Captain," Spock had said, tilting his head the barest touch to the left. "May I accompany you to engineering? I desire a word with Mr. Scott as well."
Of course Kirk had agreed. He turned over the conn to Sulu and they left.
Which explained why they were now in the turbolift. Together. Spock looking completely innocent and Kirk not wearing a shirt.
"Are you sure, Captain, that my attire is entirely agreeable?" To his surprise, there was an underlying current of anxiety in his first officer's voice. "I have noted that many members of the bridge paid to me an undue amount of attention. Am I dressed inappropriately?"
"You, Mr. Spock, are dressed most excellently. I might go so far as to suggest that we're all staring at you 'cause you're really hot."
"I assume your usage of the word 'hot' is vernacular, Captain."
"…yes, Mr. Spock. Yes."
"My thanks, then, Captain. Dr. McCoy was the one who recommended the attire. He said that you might appreciate it."
"…really, now."
"Affirmative, Captain." Spock looked rather pleased with himself. Well, for a Vulcan.
There was an awkward moment where everything was quiet. Kirk realized that he was cold.
"I'm cold," he said.
The doors clicked open and there was another awkward moment.
"You're cold, Captain?"
"Yes, Mr. Spock. I'm cold."
"Captain, the body temperature of a Vulcan is much higher than the body temperature of a human. I would recommend that you return to your quarters to obtain a shirt before we go to engage Mr. Scott in conversation. However, until then, there is no need for you to remain uncomfortable. Your heart rate and rate of respiration have increased to a level that indicates a drop in body temperature." Which was when Spock leaned forwards with all of his fucking Vulcan grace and ease and punched the button to take the to quarters. And then pulled Jim Kirk against his body protectively.
The captain was totally and completely unsure as to how to react and so went with his gut- or, well, maybe other significant body parts as well. He wrapped his arms around his first officer's waist and tried not to shiver from the cold. Spock was warm. Spock did not move to push his captain away, instead keeping his right arm wrapped around the human.
When the doors opened once again, Spock did not let go. He kept his arm wrapped around the captain's shoulder as they strode through the (thankfully) empty hallways before reaching the captain's room, at which point he released his grip on the man and resumed a normal, neutral stance.
Kirk typed in his access code. The doors slid open. He stood there absently for a moment before jerking his head towards the door whilst looking at Spock.
"Care to come in for a moment?" he asked.
The Vulcan stood there for a moment, then nodded slightly. Jim led him inside.