Originally I was going to publish this chapter attached with the third chapter, but hey. I decided not to give you goods too much at a time. I don`t want you to get sick after all.(or too greedy):)
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It was perfectly quiet before high pitched yell from the high window of the house pierced its way through the air. The two officers flinched at the voice like they`d been kids caught in the middle of something forbidden.

"Food is ready! Everyone to the lunch hall!" Spock was the first one of them to collect himself as an result of many years of practicing. However not seemingly fast enough.

"You actually flinched!" Jim grinned laughing at Spock. The vulcan looked at him with mischief. It was definitely not the expression Jim had waited for, and if he had held something in his hands at the moment it would have probably dropped just like his jaw.

"Oh, but Jim, you have no proof." "Doesn`t matter." Jim stated matter of factly, pointing at Spock accusingly for spoiling his fun.

For a moment he stayed in Spocks personal space almost as if trying to prove a point. The power play of two great minds however came to an end, as the vulcan raised his left eyebrow looking at Jim, who fought against a blush before giving in, and turning towards the house.

"C`mon lunch`s ready." He said over his shoulder almost afraid to face the vulcan.

Why had these situations started to happen more often? Without knowing it, the same question rounded in both of their heads. In perfect sync both sighed as they reached the badly painted green front door, paint on it had cracked in various places slices of it dropping on the front door mat.

Jim was so wrapped into his own thoughts, he didnt even make notes inside his head about the world around him like he usually would have had. How could Spock ever think him as anything more than a friend? He needed a plan, but on a second thought in the case of James Tiberius Kirk, how many of his plans concerning his well being had actually worked. The negative side of his mind agreed and the positive part of his mind was easily prevailed. To his defence you had to admit he had survived with that attitude for a long time.

The rest of the day until the next class went uneventfully, and as the clock finally reached nine Jim was already dead on his feet.(even without red shirt (AUTHOR: Don`t hate me!)) And why shouldn`t he be? he had woke at six O`Clock that morning, cursing at the kink in his back as well as the lark in him.

The sun had already set almost an hour ago,(After long periods of time on the Enterprise the crew was used to the unchanging rhythm of night and day. So It might not come as a surprise how odd it felt to see sun set, when on the ship the lights would still create the illusion of day) and it was dark in the meeting room. It made all of them more drowsy, and you could hear yawns from all around the room circulating like a serious epidemic.

They had to wait for the director of the class to show up. He was late for ten minutes, naturally. In the room the keeper of the house had worked his magic, and made all the chairs disappear somewhere so they sat on the ground. Jim noticed Spock was much less tense now after the first day. The slight tense of his shoulders had vanished almost like it`d never been there. Everyone were so sleepy they didnt almost even notice as the creepy smirk, wink, wink man came from through the door behind them carrying a lantern. The lantern was dark red (It was obviously left from Christmas if the elf decorations drawn onto it were anything to go by)and it was the only source of light in the room. The light it provided made the man carrying it look even creepier. The red light reflected from the directors front teeth which were revealed between his lips as they curved into smirk the moment he spotted the first good looking woman. The way he was smiling made Jim think of sharks. He couldn`t help a chuckle at the mental image of the man as a big gray fish hitting on anything that moved. He earned a curious glance from Spock, and murderous glare from the director who by some miracle knew Jim was laughing at him.

"Okay, nice to see you again ladies..." He wiggled his eyebrows. Making Jim Kirk the captain of the Enterprise, to think how long would it take from him to punch the director. Deducing by the distance between them, far too long." and gentleman." The slimy one continued continued much more coolly like all the men in the crew would be his enemies. And by the glares he got from the men crew, they were. "Before sending you all to bed I am going to read you a bedtime story. Today you are going to hear a story about a girl named Lisa. She fell down a rabbit hole and found the wonderland. I know most of you might have heard it, but who cares, it`s a nice story. This class lasts an hour, so I recommend you take comfortable positions. You can even lie down on the floor next to your friend if you want. Okay, I start reading after everyone`s ready."

There was a silence filled pause before with the example of the few, everyone started to take comfortable positions using their fellows as pillows. Jim leaned against Spocks side before he could change his mind. Surprising the vulcan he whispered drowsily into his ear, lips almost touching the earlobe. Jim pretended not to notice.(he liked the way it made Spock uncomfortable)"If I fall asleep please wake me, and if you fall asleep too, we`re fucked." The last words were said with a grin which Spock missed. He was too busy trying to cover a shudder which threatened to make its way through his body as his captain snuggled even closer to his side, hot breath ghosting over his cheek. Jim was so concentrated to the steady beating of Spocks heart, he just barely heard the story the nasal director was reading. "Well, I wont loose much" Jim thought. He had heard the story a thousand times anyway, and it didnt even matter if the directors voice started to sound like the chainsaw murderer after few pages because of the strain on his voice. But what he was now experiencing, glued to his first officers warm side, this chance might never be repeated... Unless he pretended injured and get Spock to help him standing. However he thinks Spock wouldn`t appreciate the gesture in the least as he`d find out Jim wasn`t injured after all, so as he said, unique change.

Many times Jims eyes slipped shut making him jump as he noticed himself drifting asleep. After the first chapter of the story however Jim couldnt anymore resist and fell asleep head safely tugged into the crook of Spocks neck.(The vulcan didnt dare to move his captain even if Jims skin touched his, transferring dreamless peace into him) Spock didnt wake him up as the class ended. After all he had not responded to the golden haired captain affirmatively. Instead he waited until the class room was clear of people and gathered Jim into his arms. He was getting addicted in carrying Jim around. It was his conclusion from the way he couldnt help swelling in his chest and a smile which threatened to climb upon his face. The blond haired man was just too sweet for words. Spock could feel his calm warm breaths upon his cheek as his head rested on his shoulder.

When Spock reached their room door he had to adjust Jim into better position in his arms, and by doing so Jims cheek fell on his. Momentarily Spock paused in his movements and turned his head a little to the left to check if Kirk had wakened, but he hadn`t. Luckily he was quite a deep sleeper. Jims lips were close to his and Spock could feel warmness radiating from them. At the moment he felt so much love for his captain that he felt guilty. As he got the door open, which hit the corner of their bed, he laid Jim gently to the other side of the bed. Jim sighed lightly before snuggling deeper into the mattress.

Spock decided to use the shower before getting to bed so at the morning there wouldnt be any discord between them about who got to use it first. Spock took a step towards the bathroom door, opened it and watched the terribly small space. With a sigh he started to fit his stuff into the small area. and after a moment of arranging his stuff the door finally fitted close.

Jim blinked his eyes in confusion. He didnt remember getting into bed, nor taking off his shoes... Or jeans for that matter, he noticed eyes widening. At least he was still wearing his black T- shirt he comforted himself. Lifting up the upper half of his body Jim saw the vulcan at the other side of the bed. Blush deepened on his cheeks as he understood what Spock had done. "Stubborn vulcan" he muttered to himself almost like a perfect imitation of Bones "I hope no one saw him carrying me upstairs" He could already see the look on Uhuras face.(She had begun sending some odd looks with Scotty to his and Spocks direction whenever they were together, which was often) He rolled onto his stomach and pushed his face deep into the pillow. How pathetic from him to be excited about the fact he was sharing a bed with his loved one, who by the way, didn`t return his feelings. Surprise, surprise. Jim lifted his face up from the flat hotel pillow, and stared at the vulcan, who seemed to be deep in sleep.

This notion broke his bubble. What was the clock anyway? Jim furrowed his brow as he glanced at the clock hanging upon the door. Sighing happily he drooped back to the bed. It was just twelve. He had plenty of time to sleep. Before closing his eyes, Jim turned to face the vulcans side so he could watch Spock before getting hold of sleep again. It felt the same as it was when he was just a child, and it was Christmas night. He had taken his gift to the nightstand next to his bed and watched it before falling asleep, snuffing out like a candle. Spock was like a gift to him. The thought made his gut twist with something. If Spock just knew.

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