Enterprise High
being a high school AU of ST: XI
with many hijinks
and much angst
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Chapter Sixteen: Amok Time
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"You and Bones, huh?" said Winona carefully, watching her son over the edge of her newspaper. Kirk had waited until last night, Friday night, to casually mention to his mother that he was dating Bones and had been for nearly a week now.
"Yup," said Kirk, eyes fixed on the viewscreen hanging from the ceiling. A smile flickered around his mouth, which made Winona feel better. "Me and Bones."
"I always thought you two would do well together." Actually, she didn't think that at all, but she wasn't about to say so. To be perfectly honest, she had a horrible feeling that her son would never be happy in a relationship.
"I'm glad you feel that way. We've been through a lot together. I mean, I know it's only been about six days, but it already feels—natural."
"You were always talking about how strange it was, being in a relationship," said Winona. She felt guilt spike through her and pressed it down. She hadn't helped Jim one bit when it came to relationships. "You've dated, what, six people, officially?"
"One of them was Ruth, mom, she didn't count."
"Of course she did, honey! She was the true love of your elementary school years. And then—" Winona hunted through her mind for the list. "—Carol Marcus, Rohan Ansari, Gillian Taylor, Soren Nielsen, and now Leonard McCoy. You dated Carol for ages."
"Six months, mom. That's not too long."
"And how long did you go out with Gillian for?"
"About a week. She left me for her biology tutor." Kirk sighed. "Rohan and Soren were two months each." He smiled when he thought of Rohan, who had been his favorite by far, but had also ended up being the one who cheated on him. Kirk thought this made a certain amount of sense, in a horrible way.
"But you've—known so many other people," she said as lightly as possible.
Kirk made a face at her, actually turning away from the viewscreen. "You could just come out and say that I'm promiscuous."
"You've already had sex with Bones, then?"
"Mom! Why are you asking me that? Okay, one, you're my mom, so I'm not telling you, and two, we haven't been dating for that long, only seventy seven point four two eight percent of a week."
"You're trying to distract me with your math skills and it's not working. You're using protection, right?"
"Mom. Seriously."
"As long as you're being safe, honey. What exactly are you doing on your first date?" Since the past week had been spent in continued construction of the Enterprise, Kirk and Bones hadn't had much of a chance to do couple-y things yet, including go on their first official outing together.
"I don't know, but I guarantee you that it won't involve a bed." He saw her expression and backtracked hastily. "Not that we're going to be humping in a public park or something! I tried to get him to go rock climbing, but he's evidently afraid of heights, so we're biking down to Golden Gate and then going to the gym."
"The gym?" spluttered Winona. "You can't go to a gym on your first date!"
"Why not?"
"It's not—romantic! Or appropriate! You should go to a museum or, or boating or—not the gym."
"But… we want to go to the gym."
Winona shook her head. "You boys are crazy. A gym… I took your father to a jazz concert on our first date."
"I hate jazz."
"That's not the point, dear. The point is—"
"It's nearly noon, mom, I should go get ready."
"He won't be here for another hour and a half!"
"I have to look perfect, and you're lecturing me about how much I suck at dates, so bye."
Winona laughed and waved Kirk off. But as she glanced back down at her newspaper PADD she felt her smile melt away. Not only was she still feeling bad about her poor boy, the article her eyes settled on was about the speculation surrounding Barda and Ezar's child. She briefly considered going to the media—they needed money—but her pride pulled her as fast as the thought crossed her mind. Eleen might betray Pike, but she would never betray anybody. Not intentionally.
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As he pushed his bike down the street towards the bus stop, Bones's mind was going a mile a minute.
Shit, I should get Jim something. What should I get Jim? What could I possibly purchase for Jim that would be both romantic and sexy? Maybe some flavored lube? Oh God, no, that's a bad idea, since I have to give it to him in front of Winona, because I'm getting him something to try to get on her good side, so, okay, must be mother-approved. What would any mother like for her son to receive from his new boyfriend? Um, um, um. … candy? No. That's lame. A book? What the hell. I don't have time to pick out a book. Shit, the bus is about to be here—fuck it, I'll grab those.
Which was how Leonard McCoy ended up on the San Francisco public transit line with a gigantic bouquet of peach orchids.
The first thing he said when Kirk pulled open his front door is, "I didn't mean to get so many."
Kirk stared at the flowers. "Woah," he said.
"Really, Jim, I'm sorry, but they were just right there next to the bus stop and I was thinkin', 'You know, Leo, you should really get Jim somethin', he is your boyfriend an' all,' and so I just bought 'em."
"How many are there?"
"Uh, think the guy said… seven dozen?"
"Shit, Bones. I love you too."
"You're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad? You bought me flowers. Here, let me try." Kirk cleared his throat and adopted a scolding tone. "What the hell were you thinking, Bones? How dare you purchase plants for me? God, you're so inconsiderate. I don't know why I ever agreed to date you." He couldn't make it much farther; he started laughing. Bones, a grin sneaking over his mouth, started laughing too.
"Come in and I'll put them in water, okay? And then we can go."
"Sounds great," said Bones, coming inside and kissing Kirk hello. He spotted Winona immediately. She was staring at the flowers.
"Hi, Ms. Lawrence," said Bones carefully.
"Hello, Bones," said Winona sweetly. "Nice orchids."
"Thanks so much, ma'am. Found 'em on Mission and couldn't resist."
Kirk disappeared into the kitchen to put up the flowers, leaving Bones and Winona alone in the living room. Winona took the opportunity to fix Bones with an ice-cold stare.
"You're a smart kid," she said, her voice positively dripping with menace. "Keep in mind that if you hurt my son in any way, shape, or form, I will make sure that they never find your body."
Bones gulped.
Kirk reappeared from the kitchen and Winona hiked a large, slightly terrifying smile onto her face. "You two have fun," she said cheerfully.
"Yes, ma'am," said Bones in a tiny voice.
"See ya, mom," said Kirk, taking Bones's hand and squeezing it reassuringly. "Thanks for the flowers. Really," he told Bones as they left. "They're beautiful. You're so sweet."
"Welcome," said Bones gruffly. "It was nothin'."
Kirk held up a paper bag. "I made us snacks!" he said as Bones strapped on his helmet and threw a leg over his bike, which he'd left leaning against the rickety front gate. "Carrots and celery and awesomesauce."
"What," said Bones, "the hell is awesomesauce?"
"It's this… dip type stuff… that I invented a year or two ago."
"You cook experimentally?"
Kirk shrugged. "On occasion. Uh, did mom try to kill you with her brain?"
"A little, yeah."
"Sorry. I forgot she might do that. She's kinda protective these days." Kirk finished strapping his bag onto his bicycle and swung onto it. "Ready?"
"Ready. Bet I can beatcha to the park."
"As if!" Kirk pushed off and shot down the sidewalk. Bones threw himself after him.
They cycled nearly three and a half miles to Golden Gate Park and ate Kirk's vegetables and awesomesauce underneath the shadow of Murphy's Windmill. It was nearly sixty degrees and windy, and Kirk's light jacket was too thin, so Bones, muttering about being a human, not a heater, wrapped his arms around him as they lay back on the grass and talked. After a while, they got up and biked over to a free gym and lifted weights for an hour or two, then went out for dinner.
"I should go home," said Kirk, leaning against Bones's arm. It was dark now, and even colder. They were outside of the gym in a small public park next door, spread across a bench. Bones nodded and kissed Kirk deeply, holding his face tenderly in his rough hands.
"Tomorrow? Early?" said Bones, fingers stroking the back of Kirk's neck. "Lunch, maybe?"
"That sounds wonderful."
"At my house," said Bones. "I'll cook, I can show you."
"I have no doubt you can," said Kirk, kissing him goodbye. "See you tomorrow."
"Eleven!"
"Eleven."
Kirk, on his bike, threw Bones a kiss over his shoulder as he sped into the dark. Bones, sighing a bit, gathered himself and went home to agonize about cooking.
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Spock and Uhura's Sunday date, while it occurred in a nicer place, was not quite as romantic. They were both getting slightly behind on schoolwork because of the Hoverclub and various other (mainly physical) distractions, so they went to the San Francisco Public Library at nine thirty and worked nearly all day.
As they were leaving the library at six, a tall, busy-looking woman in a suit ran straight into Spock, spilling her coffee all over him.
Uhura, improvising, pounced.
"My house is closest," she said, helping him sop up the liquid on his shoulder with a bunch of napkins. He had been wearing a white shirt, and the large stain made him look quite homely. "Come on, we can get you changed and then go out for dinner."
"An excellent plan," said Spock, frowning at the discoloration through glasses specked with drops of coffee. Uhura smiled and guided him to her car.
Okay, thought Uhura, starting the engine. This could work. This could maybe work.
They hadn't even gotten to second base yet. Spock wasn't kidding when he said he was wary about sexual contact. While he was an amazingly enthusiastic kisser, she surmised that he wasn't willing to go any further with her. She'd brought it up a week ago, and he had said frustratingly that life was about journeys, not destinations, and then distracted her again.
At her house, she directed him into her bedroom and started rifling through her drawers until she found a large enough shirt. He took it and was about to go into her bathroom when she put a hand on his forearm.
"You can change in here," she said.
He looked at her.
Five minutes later, both of their shirts were off.
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Bones ended up making Reubens for lunch the next day, which involved grilling, if not cooking. When Kirk had sunk his teeth into a particularly large area of sandwich, Bones popped the question.
"Wanna go to homecoming with me, Jim?"
Kirk's eyes widened. He chewed for a while, quickly, trying to get to his answer.
"I completely forgot about it," said Kirk. "That'd be fun."
"Yeah, it will be, but, I have to admit, I'm asking mainly because the homecoming court nominations are out."
"Oh," said Kirk, not offended, just a little surprised.
"I'm one of the dukes," explained Bones. "We're all required to bring dates."
"Aw, man, does this mean I have to be in the parade? And by the sidelines during the game?" The homecoming football game was on a Friday night, right after the parade, and the dance, where the king and queen were crowned, was on Saturday.
"Yup," said Bones. "Sorry. Evidently I'm pretty popular."
"Who else got nominated?"
"Hikaru, Gary, Liam Ferrolin, and Raj Rapali," said Bones. "For the girls… Gaila, Ruth, Janice Lester, Miramanee Scharf, and Edith Keeler." Kirk grinned; he'd slept with Janice Lester a few weeks ago.
"Who's going to win?"
"Gaila." Bones rolled his eyes. "And probably me, actually. Our peers'll be biased, since the other sports don't start 'till November at the earliest. They'll be goin' from the homecoming game, where I play the role of the Handsome Star Quarterback, straight to the voting boxes. It's a little unfair to the other members of the court."
"I think you'll make a wonderful Homecoming King. The glitzy borite crown, the fur-lined robe, the hot babe on your arm…"
"Did you just describe yourself as a 'hot babe?'"
"It's possible," said Kirk, hiding behind his Reuben. "What? Deny it."
Bones just laughed.
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It worked, thought Spock, inhaling the scent of Uhura's hair. Shariel, it actually worked.
He was sitting on her bed, holding her from behind, his hands massaging her breasts gently. She was making noises into his shoulder, little pleading sounds that tugged at the pit of his stomach. He pushed her down onto the bed and placed himself along the length of her, running his hands over her whole body. Her hands were clenched on his back, undoubtedly leaving nail marks along his spine. Her expression was at once tense and lax, as if she were paying all of the attention in the world to what he was doing, but trying to sit back and let it happen at the same time.
"Nyota," he said into her ear. She opened her eyes. He pulled off his glasses and, folding the legs, placed them slowly on the bedside table before coming back to kiss her, keeping his eyes on hers as their tongues pressed against each other. She trembled, eyelids flickering. He ended the kiss. "What do you want?" he said, voice low.
She shook her head. "What do you want?"
He bit his lip. "I am not sure," he said. "Can I—take a moment to discover my intentions?"
"You can do anything you want," she said. "I'm game for whatever you're game for." She paused. "Do you want this?"
He raised his eyebrow. "I must admit that I placed myself before the woman with the coffee entirely on purpose," he said dryly.
"Did you really?" she grinned. "Oh, you are too cute." She leaned forward to kiss him again.
His body decided for him. He blushed, embarrassed, and tried to move away from her, but she locked her hands around his back, her surprisingly strong arms pulling him short. He could have broken her grip, but he realized didn't want to.
"You can have anything," she reminded him, trying to soothe the wild look in his eyes.
"I can't," he said, not meeting her gaze. He knew he was bright green with embarrassment. It was on her leg. Poor girl. She must just hate h—
Which was when Uhura reached down and ran her hand over the lump in his pants.
His jaw dropped slowly. He had gone completely still and was now staring straight at her.
So, logically, she did it again.
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"Shit, Bones," panted Kirk. "Just take off my pants already."
"I like teasin' you," said Bones, glancing up from Kirk's crotch. They had finished lunch a while ago and were in Bones's room, breaking in the bed. He ran his tongue over the bulging fabric again. Kirk bared his teeth in a low growl.
That was hot, thought Bones.
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Did he just growl? thought Uhura. Dear God.
Carefully, she found the zipper to his slacks and pulled down. He stiffened even more, which she hadn't thought possible, and to her great dismay, moved his hands down to hers and pulled them away.
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"Okay, sure, take your own pants off," said Bones, rolling his eyes and getting his hands out of the way. Kirk was out of his jeans in two seconds flat and working at Bones's pants now, which distracted Bones a bit. Okay more than a bit because Kirk had gotten Bones's pants off was doing the same licking thing that he had done earlier to Kirk and he was never going to be able to think straight again in his life haha pun oh God Kirk actually had his hand around him through his underwear this might just be the best day ever.
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Uhura's brain was a useless lump of flesh at this point. Spock had removed both of their pairs of pants and was now running his fingers between her legs. She knew her underwear were completely soaked through, but Spock didn't seem to mind.
And then his head disappeared out of her vision and before she could realize what he was doing, he had licked a stripe up her wet spot.
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Bones's jaw cracked as he opened his mouth in shock. Kirk had just licked him. That was it. That was absolutely it.
"Can the boxers go now?" pled Bones.
"They should have gone hours ago," said Kirk, the sexiest damn smile appearing on his mouth.
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To her surprise, Spock didn't hesitate.
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Neither did Kirk.
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Afterwards, he moved level to her and lay down beside her. She was quite unable to speak. She was shocked at how good he'd been. He hadn't been great, but dear Lord, he had sure known the theory behind what to do, and wasn't half bad at putting his tongue to work in practice. She hadn't expected to come, but there was something about his inexperienced persistence that had driven her suddenly over the edge. She had directed him, and he had been totally unafraid to do exactly as she said. He didn't know the ground very well, but he had managed. Oh, how he had managed.
Finally, she decided she could attempt speech. She was curled in his arms, her ear against where his heart should be. He was trembling too as he stroked her back.
"Spock," she said, turning to look at him. "That was beautiful."
He smiled. "Thank you," he said. "As you can tell, I had never undertaken that action before. I was pleasantly surprised by your physical response."
"You were pleasantly surprised… I think—"
Spock sat up suddenly, ears perking. "There is a car in your driveway," he informed her calmly.
She threw herself out of bed. "Dad! Shit! Clothes clothes clothes!"
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"Estimate," said Bones, "roughly the number of blow jobs you've given in your life."
Kirk put on his thinking face. "I have no idea. Four hundred, maybe? Or five hundred?"
"God, man. No wonder you're so good."
They were propped up against the headboard, under a blanket to their shoulders, both having realized they were cold after Kirk was finished with Bones. Bones was running his hands over Kirk's body under the covers. Finally, he made it all the way down to Kirk's hard-on. He wrapped his hand around it, watching Kirk's eyes roll up in his head.
"I can fix that," Bones whispered in Kirk's ear.
Kirk opened his mouth reply when Bones's bedroom door opened. Both boys moved away from each other quickly, but there wasn't much else they had time to do.
Ian poked his head around the door. He paused at the sight of them, his expression going flat, and tossed Kirk a flat, black object.
"Your communicator was beeping," he said. "I expect to see both of you in the living room in five minutes."
And he closed the door.
"Oh God," said Bones, covering his eyes. Kirk remained frozen, hand wrapped tightly around the communicator. Finally he flipped it open and redialed.
"Oh hey, mom. Yeah. I think I'll be home pretty soon."
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How they got their clothes on before Chane got up stairs, Nyota had no idea. But by the time he opened her bedroom door, they were sprawled on the floor with their physics homework in front of them, innocently working.
"Hey dad!" said Nyota.
"Greetings, Mr. Uhura," said Spock solemnly.
"Hey, you two," said Chane, smiling at them. He was, Spock thought illogically, about eight feet tall and seemed to be made of muscle. He had just gotten back from coaching a tennis lesson and was wearing a while shirt and shorts that showed off his incredible muscles to an amazing degree. "What have you guys been up to?"
"Physics," said Nyota. "Want to tell him about the Hiralt theory of electromagnetic transmission, Spock?"
"Okay, okay, I'm going," said Chane, laughing. "Don't threaten a poor literature professor with science." At the door he stopped and turned around, a very slight smile on his face. "Next time, Nyota, you might want to remember to put all of your clothes back on."
And he left.
Spock and Nyota turned around slowly. Sure enough, lying across her white sheets were the pair of black underwear she'd been wearing earlier.
"Fuck," said Nyota. Spock looked like he agreed.
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Ian, Kirk felt, looked like he was about to choke a bitch.
David was trying to calm him down.
"They're teenagers, for chrissake," said David, his hand on Ian's shoulder. Kirk and Bones were standing guiltily in the middle of the living room, as far away as they could get from each other. "What do you expect them to do when they're home alone?"
"That is not the point," said Ian. "Jim is seventeen and Leo is nineteen. They have done something illegal."
"Are you gonna call the police, then?" said David. "Come on, let it go. Maybe you weren't like that at their age, but I sure was."
"Fine. No legal consequences," snapped Ian. "But I want the two of you to understand this: You will not enter any bedroom in this house together again, without an escort. Leo, you will let me know if you are going anywhere with Jim, or if Jim is coming over. Jim, if this happens again, I will tell your mother."
Kirk not intimidated by the threat, but he was intimidated by Ian, so he nodded quickly.
"You may go," said Ian coldly to Kirk. Kirk grabbed his bag and, hesitantly and quickly, kissed Bones goodbye.
"Good luck," he whispered. "Call me if anything bad happens. Actually, just call me."
"Can do, kid," Bones whispered back. Kirk left.
"Room. Now," said Ian. "I have to have a talk with your father."
"And I have to have a talk with your dad," said David.
Bones exited as quickly as Kirk.
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Back at home, Spock set on the couch and rubbed I-Chaya's stomach despondently. Amanda came and sat down next to him after she had put dinner in the oven.
"What happened, dear?" she said. "Did you and Nyota have a fight?"
"Not exactly," said Spock, feeling his ears go green. "We just—" He shook his head. "It was nothing, mother."
Amanda frowned. "Do you like Nyota?"
Spock blinked at her. "Of course I do," he said, nonplussed. He was quite over Jim Kirk. "Why would you ask?"
Amanda shrugged. "I was just making sure, dear." She patted his leg. "Did you get very much homework done?"
"Yes, a majority of it," he said. He paused. "Nyota's father is very kind," he said slowly.
"Really?" said Amanda, wondering where he was going with this.
"He did not—he did not seem to mind—" Spock was very green now, and Amanda suddenly understood what he was trying to say.
"Oh, honey," she said. "Did he walk in on you?"
"Yes," said Spock, staring at I-Chaya, whose tongue was lolling out of his mouth all the way to the cushion. "It was… embarrassing."
Amanda had thought she would mind when she found out that Spock had finally entered into a sexual relationship, but as it turned out, she didn't. It occurred to her that she had simply been waiting for it to happen, and now that it had, she wanted to be there for him, not incensed with him.
"It's good that he wasn't angry," said Amanda. "Very reasonable of him. It wasn't, er, in flagrante, was it?"
"No," said Spock, still watching the sehlat closely. "We have not… reached… that stage."
"Good," said Amanda. She turned Spock's face towards her. "Listen, Spock, it's okay that you're telling me this. And it's a good thing. I care very much about you, and I'm glad you trust me enough to confide in me."
"I have no one else to tell," he said. The confession made her heart hurt.
"You have Nyota," she said gently. "I know it's difficult, not having—not having friends, but you're getting there."
"I am," he said. He looked so sad, in his restrained way. "But I wish I had realized what I missed earlier, so that now, when I needed people of my own age…" He trailed off.
"Dear," said Amanda, hugging him. "It's alright. You'll be fine, I promise."
He never did cry. He called Uhura later and they commiserated, Uhura describing in humorous detail how awkward her dinner had been. Then she mentioned she was ignoring Chapel, who kept calling her, so he let her go, his heart hurting just a little bit more.
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