Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. I just worship it.
Story: Star Trek XI. Kirk and Spock become an item.
After finishing their shifts on the bridge, Kirk and Spock were enjoying a romantic picnic in the holographic Vulcan programme.
"I wanted to thank you for creating this," Spock stated as Kirk sat down on the blanket, marvelling at all the food. "It has brought comfort, and served me well as a place of meditation."
"It's cool," Kirk smiled, sitting down and browsing through the food to try and decide what to start with. He looked up briefly and felt awkwardness from the Vulcan. "Spock...you okay?"
"Yes," the Vulcan replied, though he didn't sound sure, as he locked eyes with Kirk only momentarily. "I wanted to express my gratitude physically..."
"Oh. I see." Standing up, Kirk walked over to Spock, and met his lips with a kiss. He could still feel the Vulcan's hesitation, but it began to gradually ebb away until the Vulcan was slowly moving his lips in time with Kirk's in a way that had Kirk trembling right down to his toes. Finally, he ended the kiss and pulled back to go sit down in his previous spot.
"We should dig in, this food looks great."
The Vulcan nodded, and went over to sit down. But he couldn't keep thoughts from coming, and eventually he spoke up again. "Jim."
"Mmm?" Kirk looked up from the cocktail sausages he had been devouring.
"I am aware, that with previous partners, you are usually quick to consummate the relationship, and move on. Yet you have not attempted this with me. Am I to assume this suggests you do not wish to...consummate the relationship?"
The food Kirk had been holding fell away from his mouth in surprise. "No, that's not it at all," he began. How could Spock possibly think he didn't want to sleep with him?
"Then...may I enquire as to why your behaviour with me is different?"
Being half Vulcan, most of Spock's sentence was relatively emotionless (though Kirk was getting to know his subtle nuances). But his voice changed and became almost emotional when he said the word 'different', and a memory hit Kirk, it had been a little while ago, after Spock had broken up with Uhura, but before he had gotten with Kirk. Kirk had been eating lunch, and had overheard a conversation between Uhura and Gaila. He remembered Uhura saying that although Spock kept it hidden and controlled, he had deeper issues about being half human, half Vulcan.
"Spock," Kirk began with a sigh. "I treat you differently because you mean more to me. It's not that I don't want to have sex with you. Believe me, I do," he couldn't help adding, with a blush and a smile as he noticed Spock's eyebrows raise. "I want to get to know you first. Is that okay?"
Spock nodded and Kirk could see he felt a little embarrassed. "That is, perfectly acceptable, Jim."
Feeling a self conscious happiness spreading through him to have told Spock how he really felt, Kirk turned his attention back to his food. Then a cheeky idea came to his mind. He picked up a cocktail sausage and held it towards Spock, kneeling forward so he was almost on all fours.
"Hey Spock, open wide..."
"Jim, I don't..."
"Actually, forget it," said Jim, and tossed the cocktail sausage aside, as he went straight in to kiss Spock.
"Captain, I must protest your careless littering of Vulcan," Spock said as they moved down into a more horizontal position on the blanket.
"Why don't you stop me?" Kirk dared his boyfriend, stopping his mouth with another kiss. Needless to say, Spock didn't bother to come up with a reply, he preferred Kirk's lips on his own.
