Not: Sorry for the hiatus! I have been working my tail off and have had no time to really write (seriously, I'm getting up at 5 am and working till 9 pm). However, I now find myself with time and so will hopefully be churning out chapters a heck of a lot faster. Also, a dear friend of mine is drawing me some very inspirational art to help me.
Thank you to all of the people who read my story and thank you for all the amazing reviews and comments. It keeps the author alive (that and popsicles apparently).
To T'Pinto: 23 mosquito bites in all on me…and you get 1…what the hell?
Also, this chapter was going to be HUGE! But…I broke it into two chapters so that 1) I wouldn't be typing all fracking day, and 2) you could enjoy another chapter in a day or so.
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Ch 11 Something There
Jim walked slowly in the cool air of the night. As he made another lap around the grounds of Starfleet, beer still in hand, he wondered what would happen now. What if he had made a mistake? He cursed himself for being the impulsive person that he was.
"Way to go. Now he probably hates me. Guess he hated me before so not much has changed, right?" But it had changed. The way Spock looked at him had changed. There was tenderness there. There was something to the way Spock made him feel. The rush, heart pounding, the butterflies in his stomach, the way his palms would sweat and he would become self-conscious. He felt giddy.
He felt like an idiot.
Hell, he'd even built the guy a library that definitely did not fit with his mother's quaint farmhouse.
He heaved a large sigh as he walked along the path. It had been a stupid idea to transfer his thoughts to Spock. He could still see himself gently kissing the Vulcan's luscious lips, feel the press of their bodies. The image of Spock beneath him made him shudder with excitement. Mentally, Jim replayed how it would be over and over in his head.
Why did he find Spock attractive? He had asked himself the question hundreds of times. Had it been the mind meld with the older Spock, somehow transferring what had happened with the other Jim and driving him to be more like his counterpart? Jim didn't think so. The tension between them had always been there, regardless of what form it had taken. Spock had been arrogant, had called him out for cheating on the Kobiashi Maru test. He was stubborn, unemotional, but undeniably intelligent.
Jim stopped in his tracks. That was it. Spock had what he didn't. True, Jim could be arrogant and was intelligent, but Spock had knowledge in areas Jim couldn't conceive of. Spock was like his other half, everything that he himself wanted to be. Everything he needed had been right in front of his eyes. It worked both ways. Jim knew things Spock didn't.
About being human…
Jim smiled, drinking from his bottle. So that was it. He knew that deep down, Spock was a hell of a lot more human than he let on and he wanted the Spock he could see underneath the Vulcan exterior. He wanted to bring out the human in Spock.
"Jim."
Jim turned around quickly, heart pounding. Spock walked through the grass to where Jim was standing. They merely stared at each other, unsure of what to say or do. Finally, Jim decided to break the intimidating silence.
"Spock. I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. I knew that you were a touch telepath and I shouldn't have done such a perverse thing." Spock looked down at the ground before taking a step closer to Jim.
"There is no need to apologize, Jim." Large, warm eyes looked into the captain's intense blue gaze. Spock closed the distance between them and hesitatingly lifted his hand to Jim's face.
"Ooo… are you going to do the thing?" Jim wiggled his fingers in front of Spock's face. Spock looked at the fingers, slightly concerned. Quickly, the look was replaced by one of comprehension.
"You mean a mind meld."
"Yeah."
"No, I was merely going to do this."
Spock snaked his hand to the back of Jim's head, lacing his fingers in Jim hair, and pulling him closer.
Warm, soft lips pressed against Jim's lips. A rush of lust ran through him. He wrapped his arms around Spock, pulling the man closer as they continued kissing passionately. Jim roughly shoved Spock into the outer wall of the nearest building, allowing his lips to travel the Vulcan's jaw line down to Spock's neck. Spock shuddered and gasped under his captain's touch. Jim allowed his hands to roam the lean body of his first officer, feeling Spock tense as his hands traveled ever lower.
Spock pushed Jim away, gasping for air, every part of him trembling. Jim stood, every ounce of his being electrified by the physical encounter.
"Spock…"
"We should rejoin Dr. McCoy and Mr. Scott."
Jim hesitated, watching Spock tremble. He became consciously aware of the tightness of his pants.
"Damnit, Spock. I want you. I don't want to go back there yet, especially like this." He gestured to the bulge with both hands.
Spock had regained some of his usual regal manner.
"Jim, I must state that the feeling is mutual. However, we must discuss the nature of this relationship before anything else takes place."
"What do you mean?"
"Vulcans are almost exclusively monogamous."
Jim stood, mouth slightly ajar. Vulcans were monogamous? "So you and Uhura never…?"
"No, we did not." Huh.
Jim growled, the bulge in his pants driving him mad. "Look, Spock, I want you. You want me. Not much to talk about." Regardless of the monogamy thing, Jim wasn't going to just walk away from a feeling like the one he'd just experienced.
"I do not know what your intention is, Jim. Perhaps you only mean to engage in sexual intercourse."
"Jesus, Spock, if I was just looking to get laid, do you really think I would be pursuing you?" Spock merely looked at him under dark brows. Jim sighed. "No, Spock. That isn't my intention. I am attracted to you in every way. It's almost mesmerizing when you're around me. You make me nervous, even self-conscious. You know me better than anyone on that ship. You listen to me, even pick up subtle hints or clues no one else even notices. I even like that you challenge me and question my decisions. It was you who pushed me to do what Starfleet wanted so I could retain my captaincy."
He stopped, looking at Spock's unchanging expression. "It was you, Spock, who had a replica of my father's car made for me. That car was the only thing I had left of my father. I thought it was gone forever." He moved over to Spock, grabbing the Vulcan's hand. Electricity passed between them as Jim traced his fingers over Spock's. "I'm addicted to you, Spock."
Spock's eyes met Jim's, shining with amusement. "Addicted?"
"Yup, and I want every part of you to myself." Jim flashed a genuine smile at Spock. "What do you think?"
"I think we should be discrete about our relationship considering Starfleet's regulations concerning such matters."
Jim let Spock's hand go, looking at him warmly. "Fair enough. We probably should considering Starfleet isn't huge on the whole fraternization thing. What I'm asking, Spock, is if you'll be mine." Wow, that was easier than I thought it would be.
Spock stood shocked. Had Jim really just asked that? "You have a notorious reputation as a womanizer, Jim." It was Jim's turn to look shocked and slightly hurt. "I'm sorry. I should not have said that."
"I have a reputation as something I'm not. Yes, I flirt…but I don't sleep with all of them, Spock. That's all fictitious. I'm not like that, really I'm not."
Spock mulled over the feelings he was facing. Jim could drive him nuts, but he always found himself coming back for more. Jim's was the face he eagerly awaited every morning on the bridge. It was Jim that made him feel like he belonged, like he was human. Jim stood looking at him, expectant. "Jim…" Spock scrutinized him with questioning eyes.
"Hey, Spock, I'm just letting you know how I feel."
"Truly?"
Jim nodded. "Truly." Spock's heart fluttered faster. He looked at the young man before him. If he did say yes, he was fully aware he might end up getting very hurt in the end. If he said no, he would be denying what he already knew. T'hy'la.
"Then…yes. That would be acceptable."
Jim's smile could have lit up the world. Sunshine. Spock sighed a relieved sigh. He could only hope he'd made the right decision. Something in Jim's eyes told him that he had.
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Bones stared at the two men as they returned to the suite. Jim beamed with a radiance Bones had never seen. Spock stood, face perfectly Vulcan except for the blush on his cheeks. He watched as fingers touched lightly for a brief, secret second before Spock proceeded to his bed. Jim stood next to Bones in the kitchen. Bones scrutinized his friend, keeping his voice low so Vulcan ears could not hear.
"So?"
Jim continued to smile. "So what?"
"Come on, Jim. Out with it. You could like up the entire city with that smile."
"He said yes, Bones."
Bones looked at his friend, slightly stunned. "Well, that was quick." He looked Jim up and down. Perhaps his friend was sick. I could fix that, at least. The fact that that his friend had just asked Spock out, not so much… "So, uh, you're…you're dating now?"
Jim threw a longing glance in Spock's direction. "Yeah."
"Great. Now is about the perfect time to invest in a pair of earplugs." Bones mumbled as he made his way out of the kitchen toward the beds.
"You'll be using them a lot, Bones."
"Bones flipped around. Jim smiled evilly. "WHAT?!"
Jim leaned toward Bones to make his whisper unheard by Spock's supersonic hearing.
"I'm a screamer."
"DAMNIT, JIM! Now I'm going to have to perforate my eardrums. You make me sick, you know that?"
"Oh, Bones, this is only the beginning. Wait until I start asking questions about Vulcan anatomy."
Bones stood in place, horrified. He sputtered, but couldn't manage to any words out. With a smug look, Jim walked away in search of his designated bed. He was going to have way too much fun with this.
