Author's Notes: Oh ho! Chapter 3! This part is what started my love of Kirk/Pike.

There is no sex in this part! But there's implications like WOAH!

Pairing: Kirk/OFC, Kirk Pike (sort of), Kirk/Spock (This part has Kirk/Pike...though it's only implied)

Rating: M for sexual situations and language

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not a thing! Not even Pike's gift to Kirk! I am not making money off of this!


3. Jim learns that seminars are as important as regular classes, people are not always what they seem, and the different types of lube is something he should definitely look into.

Christopher Pike is not a professor, he's a seminar instructor. There is a difference, one that Jim just can't get Bones to understand. Jim likes seminars. He gets to choose which ones he goes to. Pike's seminars are usually pretty interesting. But then, Jim usually wants to go to them. He feels a bit bad that he's not really paying attention. He has a lot of respect for Pike and Pike deserves his attention… but who schedules a mandatory seminar about diplomatic relations on the most beautiful Saturday afternoon of the entire year? It's just stupid.

Twenty minutes into the presentation Jim has successfully zoned out. He's thinking about who he'd be more likely to go out with tonight. The girl sitting three rows in front of him? The boy sitting two seats to his left? Or both? Hm… Decisions. Of course, Pike picks that exact moment to ask a question and, of course, he calls on Jim, who is caught completely off guard. Bones is sliding down in his seat, there are a few giggles in the back, and Pike is wearing a strange smirk.

"Mr. Kirk, please see me in my office after the seminar is over," Pike says, smiling. "Now, you there, how would you greet a diplomat on a planet if you don't know the culture?"

Jim sighs. He can hear someone giggling in the row behind him and he's tempted to turn around and slug him. He won't. Not with Bones sitting next to him and Pike having already called him out once. This does not, however, keep him from zoning out again.

Pike's office is extremely comfortable and this comfort extends to Jim's chair, which may be the best chair ever made. Leather is a good thing. A very, very good thing. Pike is reclining behind his desk, an easy and kind smile on his face.

"I know you don't really need to have someone spoon-feed information to you, but when you attend a function that has several younger cadets also attending, you need to show some respect for the instructor."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I-"

"Of course," Pike grins, "you did have an excellent reason for not listening."

Jim gapes. "W-What?"

"That boy? He's delicious. You have very good taste, Jim."

"Um…Thank you…?"

Pike laughs as he stands up and walks over to a cabinet. "I know what you were thinking. Something to the effect of, 'God, what a pretty mouth?' You were thinking just how gorgeous he'd look beneath you, right, Jim?" He takes something out of the cabinet.

"Uh…Yeah…I guess I was…" Jim's not really sure how he's supposed to react to all this, so he settles on a truthful, if lame, answer.

"He's not what you think." Pike walks back to his desk and scribbles something on a piece of paper. "You won't be able to dominate him. He's not going to be submissive."

"No?" Jim smirks this time.

"No. So, here." He presents Jim with a small blue vial.

"What's this?" He takes the vial and carefully looks over it.

"A gift. The first time on bottom can be rough. It'll make it a little easier for you. It does other things, too, but I'll let you discover that for yourself." Pike sits back down looking self assured.

"What makes you so sure I'll use this with him?"

"He'll be in the student lounge in the B-Wing. I recommend the Thai place on 5th Street," Pike says and turns to his computer screen. Jim laughs and takes this to mean he's been dismissed.

Two weeks later, Jim finds himself back in Pike's office holding an empty blue vial, begging for more.