Disclaimer: Star Trek does not belong to me.
A/N: This really happened to my cousin and his fiancé – I thought it would be funny if it happened to K&S.
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The One With The Kiss Cam
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When McCoy offered Kirk two tickets to a professional baseball game that had originally been meant for himself and Joanna, the captain politely declined. He and Spock had just confessed their feelings for each other, and he wanted to spend all of his shore leave with the Vulcan. As much as he would've loved to go, Terran sports were not exactly Spock's thing. So when Spock said, 'we would be honored to accept offer', Kirk was extremely surprised.
"Look, Spock, you don't have to do this just to be nice," he insisted, once the doctor was out of earshot.
"You do not wish to go?" Spock looked faintly confused.
"It's not that." Kirk sighed. "I don't want you to get bored."
"Will the activity give you pleasure?" The Vulcan asked.
"Yes, but you don't-"
"Then we shall attend," the Vulcan said firmly.
"Alright," Jim conceded, touched that Spock would make such a sacrifice just to make him happy. "But I want us to wear disguises. It won't be fun for either one of us if we're recognized and mobbed."
"Very well."
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They took a transport to the stadium, and arrived just as the game was starting. Jim was wearing a T-shirt with the home team's name emblazoned across the front and jeans. Interestingly, Jim had convinced Spock to wear the same thing. They both also wore baseball caps, which, apart from shielding their faces from the sun, allowed Spock's Vulcan ears to be concealed. To partially cover his slanted eyebrows, the Vulcan wore sunglasses. Privately, Jim thought that Spock looked positively adorable out of uniform. Spock thought that Jim looked a bit strange wearing a fake beard, but understood the logic behind disguising themselves.
They quickly found their seats and settled in to watch the game. Without thinking, Jim reached for Spock's hand and twined their fingers together. Then he realized that Spock may not appreciate that he was essentially making out with him in public.
"Is this okay?" He leaned over and asked.
"It is. No one here knows that I am Vulcan," Spock reminded him. "Otherwise, I would not permit it."
Jim brushed his fingers against the back of Spock's hand. "Then I'd better take advantage of the opportunity." He began to try different techniques, trying to elicit a response. Predictably, after a few minutes, Spock pulled his hand away.
"Sorry. Was I not any good?" Jim asked.
"Just the opposite," Spock admitted.
"Ah." Jim smirked knowingly at the Vulcan, who simply raised an eyebrow at the human.
They both returned their attention to the game. Two innings went by before Spock asked Jim if he would be offended if he pulled out his PADD and started to review the crew reports. Jim promised that it was fine, and Spock did just that.
Another inning passed, but Jim's attention was not on the game. It was a little bit difficult to concentrate with Spock typing away on his PADD. Not only that, but Jim felt bad that Spock was obviously getting bored. He was just about to lean over and suggest that they leave and do something else, when he was distracted by the kiss cam.
Kirk chuckled as he watched several couples kiss on-camera. How did the people behind the kiss cam decide who to pick anyway? What if they accidentally selected a sister and a brother? Or just two friends? Talk about awkward…
That's when he realized that the kiss cam had zeroed in on him and Spock. Oh no, he thought. There was no way this could end well. He knew that the kiss cam crew never would have chosen them if Spock's Vulcan traits had been visible. But as far as anyone knew, Spock was just another human.
"Hey, you should kiss him!" The lady on his right encouraged.
Jim ignored her, and prayed that the camera would move on. But it didn't. The announcer started a "kiss him, kiss him" cheer, and soon the entire stadium was chanting it. Kirk knew that Spock was hearing the crowd, but had classified the noise as 'irrelevant'. This was ridiculous – when had he ever backed down from a no-win situation? He should at least try to kiss Spock.
"Hey, Spock," he leaned over and whispered.
"Yes?" The Vulcan replied, thoroughly engrossed in his PADD.
"Can you look up for a second?"
The Vulcan did. Thinking Spock had realized their situation, Jim leaned in for the kiss. He told himself not to feel too disappointed when Spock pulled back away from him.
"Booo!" The crowed chanted. "Booo!"
"Jim, what are you doing?" Spock hissed, his cheeks flaming green.
"I'm sorry, it was the kiss cam. I just reacted on instinct." Jim had the decency to look abashed.
"Kiss cam?" Spock said, uncomprehending.
"We're on TV," Jim explained, pointing to the huge screen at the end of the field. "Please don't kill me."
Spock just stared at Jim as he processed the information. Then he gave the tiniest of shrugs, and leaned in to kiss the man who held his affections, the human way. An extremely surprised Jim returned the kiss, pulling away quickly as not to embarrass Spock. The crowd thundered their appreciation. A shocked Jim was still staring open mouthed at Spock as the game resumed play.
"Spock, let's go," Jim whispered.
"Why?" His First wished to know.
"My mind's not on the game."
"I see." The Vulcan stood up and followed his captain out of the stands. The roar of the crowd sounded as the home team scored.
"Spock, I'm really sorry about what happened back there." Kirk looked absolutely miserable. "I know you hate being put on the spot, and that public displays of affection are not your thing and- "
"Jim, it is hardly your fault that we were selected."
"I know, but I hate that you were forced into kissing me just to appease the crowd."
"I believe we are having a misunderstanding."
"I know that," Kirk gritted out. Why was Spock stating the obvious?
"No, Jim. I was unaware that we were on camera. Your action startled me. That was why I pulled away."
"You mean if you'd realized what was going on-"
"I would have been happy to comply," Spock finished. "Especially since we are incognito."
"Oh." Jim gave him a wry smile before he began to frown. "Look, Spock, we shouldn't have even been there. I appreciate your gesture, but crowds of humans can't be good for your telepathy. Plus there's the fact that you were bored out of your skull. I never wanted you to be miserable."
"Perhaps I was willing to compromise."
"You didn't have to," Jim insisted.
"Or perhaps I was hoping you would remember today when I suggest that we visit a museum."
"Hey, I actually like mu…" Jim trailed off as he stared at the Vulcan in a whole new light. "You're just yanking my chain. On purpose!"
"Now really, Jim." Spock tried to look stern, but Jim saw right through him. "Vulcans do not engage in such practices."
"I can't believe I got you to make out with me both ways in public." Jim shook his head.
Spock raised an eyebrow. "Is that not what one does on a first date?"
Kirk let out a bark of laughter. "First date? This is hardly our first date. We spent all those dinners, chess games, and sparring matches together. I think we were dating then and we didn't know it."
"Perhaps you are correct." Spock held out two fingers in the traditional Vulcan gesture of affection between bondmates. Jim matched it with two fingers of his own, the significance not lost on him.
"You never have to accompany me to another sporting event again," Kirk promised, before he pulled out his communicator to contact their transport.
"Oh I do not know about that," said Spock, his eyes glinting with barely concealed mirth. "The kiss cam had its advantages."
The End
