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The Art of Relaxation

X

Sometimes Starfleet had really stupid ideas. Jim already learned a lot of rules that he didn't understand existed, but the new idea was really ridiculous.

"Art class?" He asked his best friend skeptically while they were having breakfast together in the cafeteria.

Bones was already chewing the last bites of his sandwich before he answered. "Yes."

Okay. That wasn't quite informative.

Jim leaned a little closer to his buddy. "Why do they suddenly want to introduce art as a topic? In the diplomatic class, it is already treated enough to respect other peoples' cultures and so on."

"It's not necessarily about the general understanding of art."

"Then what is it?"

"Working for Starfleet can be very stressful for some. Spending eternity on a spaceship, dangerous exploration missions and so on. The admirals received a proposal to show the cadets various art forms to give them ideas on how to calm their minds."

"So they want us to choose a relaxation therapy in the future?" When Bones nodded, Jim leaned back against his chair and shook his head. "This is nonsense. I can relax."

"When you're really working on a spaceship, you can't sleep with every crew member who has legs. That should be pretty bad for the teamplay", countered Bones and enjoyed a sip of orange juice.

Jim looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You really want to participate?"

His buddy shrugged. "No exams, no proper study materials, just sit around and watch other people make fools of themselves. Yes, this is going to be terrible."

"You could have saved yourself your sarcasm."

He thought for a moment. "No."

In the end, Bones was right. They would spend a full day learning about different art forms that were meant to be relaxing. How bad could that get?

X

Bad!

It was amazing how many people thought their work was art and expected the same enthusiasm from others. Well, Jim wasn't absolutely blind to art, but some things were just too high for him.

A professor had actually piled a pile of trash in the middle of the room and asked them to let their creativity run wild. The man didn't seem impressed by the stench. Bones did. The good doctor examined the pile from a safe distance and even thought he had seen a rat.

Okay! The first was a failure, but they had a full day to study other arts.

The next one was about painting with the body, which in the end wasn't that bad. Their professor showed them how he painted with his feet and Jim had to admit that he was very impressed. The picture looked like something. The guy could be holding the paintbrush with his toes ... Wow!

But he didn't ask the same of the cadets. As he said, the first thing you should do is feel the color with your feet.

"The guy could have said right away, 'Dip your feet in paint!'" Bones grumbled grumpily while standing in two paint buckets.

But Jim was already spreading the paint on the floor. "I don't know what you have. It is fun."

3 more followed.

X

During the lunch break, they could rest and enjoy a spicy chili stew together. Well, Jim was enjoying his meal. Bones just sat at the table, still trying to get rid of the paint between his toes.

"Didn't your mother teach you that there is no pedicure when you eat?", teased Jim as he swallowed the last bite of his chilli.

His buddy threw the towel on the floor and pushed himself to the table in a bad mood. "My mother taught me to draw with pens", countered Bones and finally began to eat. "If things continue like this, I'll go back to lectures."

"Seriously? The day is as good as over and you want to give up the second half? I thought we'd see others make fools of themselves and relax."

"With the difference that we make fools of ourselves. I thought that would be just stupid demonstrations and not that we have to attend. I envy Gary."

"Gary broke his foot." Jim reminded him, but couldn't keep the joy off his face.

"And whose fault is it?"

"Not mine! I didn't tell him to kick an extremely valuable piece of art."

Bones sighed. "No, you didn't. You told him to kick the ball to you, and he kicked something that turned out to be a stone."

There was a moment of silence as Jim considered what had happened. He laughed at the memory of Gary's face. He was so shocked.

"This stone looked really very soft", he defended himself. "That doesn't explain why you envy him. I'm glad I didn't kick the ball."

The doctor just shook his head. "Gary doesn't have to do the crap here anymore."

"Cheer up, Bones!" Jim tried to cheer him up. "I promise you, the next art will be unforgettable."

His friend stopped chewing and narrowed his eyes skeptically. "What you up to?"

Jim wanted to act mysteriously, but he just couldn't wipe the big grin off his face. "Let yourself be surprised!"

"Every time you say that, my stomach gets sick."

"You should definitely see a doctor about this."

"Ha. Ha. You clown!"

They spent the rest of the lunch break in silence.

Bones didn't know that Jim had organized the schedule. Everything on it sounded pretty boring and to make sure they didn't fall asleep he wanted to create a little surprise. The next class would be still life and that screamed boredom. So Jim would do something about it.

X

Leonard would never have believed that he would miss the lectures and the training. At first this art thing sounded simple, but now he just wanted it to end. He had to touch things he didn't even want to name, and the paint stuck in places he shouldn't mention to anyone else. After that day, he would stay away from art as much as possible.

At least the current art sounded largely simple. Still life. Just sit behind a canvas and paint an inanimate object. Leonard would do it. After all, they didn't have to create masterpieces.

The only question was where Jim had gone. After their lunch break, they were still on their way to the next room together and a moment later he said goodbye to prepare for this so-called surprise.

Just thinking about it, Leonard felt uncomfortable again in the stomach area. When his buddy could have one thing, than having crazy ideas. The question remained, however, what he was up to. Hopefully nothing that would concern Leonard. He couldn't get in trouble.

Fortunately, his increasingly panicked thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of a professor. He stood in the middle of the room, where a larger object was already hidden under a linen cloth.

He greeted cadets and other professors who were also allowed to attend the courses, and gave a small talk on the art of still life. Leonard sighed after only 10 minutes and hoped that the good man would finally stop talking. So far, every course had started with an extensive lecture. For a change, he just wanted to start and finish everything as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, the professor only spoke for another 5 minutes before he picked up the linen cloth and pointed out to those present that they should not put themselves under pressure because it was about relaxation and not masterpieces.

Leonard grumbled, picked up the paintbrush and was ready to paint the hidden object to finally finish it, but immediately regretted that he looked like everyone else in the middle of the room.

Why?

No sooner had the professor pulled the linen cloth aside than it was a second or two before a startled gasp went through the crowd. Then there were murmurs and giggles and finally there were some cadets who whistled appreciatively.

Leonard, on the other hand, got big eyes at first and when the information in his brain was processed properly, he buried his head in his hands and slid much deeper into his chair.

In the middle of the room was a very, very naked Jim. He was hiding absolutely nothing and seemed to have no shame. Judging by the professor's face, there had been something completely different under the cloth.

"Hey! Nude painting!" One of the cadets shouted cheerfully.

Well, surprise, thought Leonard bitterly, and would have liked to sink into the ground. He knew Jim knew he was good looking, but that act was beyond anything. His friend even had the boldness to wink at the professors and called to them: "See, admire and paint, ladies and gentlemen!"

Oh Jim! Leonard couldn't do anything but be ashamed. Sometimes the guy knew no boundaries.

Of course, someone had gotten Pike as fast as possible, because everyone knew there was only one person that Jim would listen to. Leonard could well believe that Pike had image his stay at the academy differently. Every time Jim did something, he was picked up. It was literally a ritual. Just like with McCoy, because he should always accompany his buddy to his room after the lecture.

It was no different now.

Pike stepped into the hall, stomped angrily over to Cadet Kirk, threw the linen cloth around his ears and immediately ordered him to follow him. Of course Leonard couldn't understand everything from his seat, but he saw on Jim's face that he was trying to make stupid jokes. Apparently that just made Pike use a certain tone and his buddy shut up.

When the two had left the room, Leonard sighed one last time and rubbed his face. He wondered how long he should wait before escorting his buddy back to his room. After careful consideration, half an hour would be enough. The professor seemed to make no move to continue his course. Apparently he had never seen such behavior from a cadet and Leonard couldn't blame him. James T. Kirk was a number for himself.

X

After 2 hours Jim was finally able to leave and he had to say that his ears were ringing from Pike's lecture. He hadn't wanted to listen to him for a moment and completely ignored his arguments. After all, nude painting wasn't on the list and all Jim wanted to do was stop Starfleet from completely ignoring an art form. But Pike didn't care at all. Jim's behavior was again just embarrassing, childish and blablabla. At some point he stopped listening. All of these lectures sounded the same after a while.

Jim was visibly relieved when he was allowed to leave and smiled all over his face when he saw Bones waiting. However, his buddy had the same expression on his face as Pike.

"Smile, Bones!" He said exaggeratedly happy. "Otherwise you will get even more wrinkles."

"Yes, worry lines and that's your fault!" His pal accused him with a raised index finger. "Nothing is too embarrassing for you."

"No. Why? "Jim was still holding the linen sheet around his waist to cover the most important part, but wasn't the least bit ashamed. "I know I look awesome and everyone is lucky enough to catch a glimpse of me. "

They continued talking as they walked.

"I think sending you around in this thing is supposed to be a punishment?" Bones asked, examining him top to bottom. He was probably hoping for some shame, but that was ridiculous in Jim's eyes.

"It should be. I just disappoint them." He laughed devilishly at his friend." I even suggested Pike that I should walk naked, but he didn't want to either."

"Well, he was talking to the wrong person, right?"

"Absolutely!"

And so they carried on their conversation carefree. Only when they reached the building that led to the cadets' living quarters did they interrupt their conversation because a professor was standing in their way.

Jim could only tell from his gray uniform that this was a professor. If he'd gone by age he would have thought he was a cadet, but Bones wasn't the youngest either, so age didn't matter either. What surprised Jim more were the pointy ears. A Vulcan? He had heard from a Vulcan professor but had not lectured with him. What did he want from them?

"Good day, gentlemen!" He greeted them politely. "I'm Professor Spock and I wanted to speak to you, Cadet Kirk. I remember you were the model in the last art class."

Before Jim could answer, Bones intervened and demonstratively let his gaze wander over him. "How did you know that?"

Smart ass!

However, the Vulcan ignored his pal's comment and continued. "In order not to waste more of your time, I will come directly to my request."

"Okay?"

"I took the class and assumed we were going to paint a still life."

"Not just you, buddy", Bones muttered, but continued to be ignored.

"I have to admit that after your presentation I assumed that the professor had simply changed his program. It wasn't until Captain Pike showed up that I realized the joke behind it."

"Well, when it comes to lecturing me again, I've heard enough today. Thank you very much!" Jim really didn't feel like having another one, especially not from a Vulcan. That would rather make him fall asleep.

But the pointy ear just looked at him and went on talking. "That's not my intention. You see, I believed it was changed to nude painting on purpose and I started painting."

Now Jim and Bones couldn't help but stare at him.

"You painted me?"

"You painted him?" Both said stunned at the same time.

"Indeed", the Vulcan replied emotionlessly and didn't seem to understand the astonishment of the two. "Even though I know it was just a joke, I started the painting and I want to ask you to model for me privately so I can finish it."

At least the guy got to the point straight away, even if Jim was struggling to process what he was hearing. The whole thing was just a joke on his part and now someone really wanted to paint him? Somehow he thought the Vulcan was trying to fool him.

"You're kidding", he replied skeptically.

The professor cocked his head a little. "Vulcans do not joke. My request is meant seriously."

Now Bones couldn't help but interfere. "You know that my buddy here mocked himself of his own free will and you can't just throw this picture away?"

"No." The answer was clear. "Despite the misunderstandin, nude painting is an art form. I've never tried it myself and would find it an extremely fascinating experience to complete the picture."

There was a moment of silence when they both considered whether the professor was trying to be funny. Jim couldn't find anything like that. The Vulcan seemed really serious. He wanted Jim as a model, naked, private ...

Jim looked over the pointy ears and the brown eyes. So the guy was handsome and there would be worse people out there who could ask him something like that. Perhaps at the end of the day he would have more fun than expected, even if he knew that Vulcans weren't exactly known for their emotions.

Jim felt the brazen grin on his face. If there was one thing he liked, it was a challenge.

"OK!" He replied enthusiastically. He completely ignored the shocked look on Bones face. "Where do you want to finish the picture?"

"If it isn't too much trouble for you, I would invite you to my apartment this evening. Until then, I still have obligations that require my attention."

Tonight, yes, Jim was starting to believe that the Vulcan himself was looking for some fun.

"Alright! Tell me where you live and I'll be there tonight."

And with that, they had a date. Spock gave him his address, told him when he would be home and said goodbye to both of them immediately to keep up with his obligations.

It would definitely be fun.

Only in their room did Bones find his voice and look at Jim again in disbelief. "What just happened there?"

"I have an appointment tonight and I'm getting sex with a professor", announced Jim, beaming, looking for new clothes under his bed.

"Woah!" Bones started. "Slow down! That the guy wants to paint you is weird enough, but you don't really think he wants to sleep with you?"

"Why not? He saw what I have to offer and just couldn't get me out of his head in such a short time."

It sounded perfectly obvious to him, even if his buddy looked at him like he'd gone mad again ... which was clearly too common.

"Okay, just as a reminder: this guy's a professor! He could lose his job with something like that!"

"Only if I'm in his class and I'm not. We haven't had any contact so far."

"Then there's the fact that he's Vulcan! No Vulcan is for one-night stands! ""

"And you know how many Vulcans?" Jim countered while looking at himself freshly dressed in the mirror.

"None, but that's not the point! The point is-"

"That you can't think outside the box." Jim threw himself on his bed and posed. "What do you think? Sexy enough to talk someone into sex?"

Bones just swore in frustration and sat down at his desk, picked up a PADD and gave Jim the middle finger before ignoring him. That ended the conversation for the dear doctor. Jim was crazy and he would keep telling him that the next day. It was almost a law between them.

Well, Jim couldn't care less now. He was on a date and had to think about how to convince his partner of himself. After all, being with a Vulcan wouldn't be easy.

X

A quiet evening after an annoying day; Leonard couldn't believe his luck. Those classes hadn't been as amusing as he expected, but at least they had got Jim to find something that would distract him for a while. In the meantime, Leonard was able to prepare for the next exams and didn't have to worry that his buddy would need medical attention in the near future.

How was Gary? Should he inquire? After all, he was a doctor and the accident happened in his presence.

Before he could make a decision, however, his door opened and an angry blond boy stormed in. He usually would have asked about the bathrobe, but the angry face indicated that something more important had happened. Fortunately, he didn't have to ask because Jim started right away.

"I was erotic, sexy, simply irresistible! Everyone could see the sparks fly! The message was clear! Sex was literally in the air!" Moaned his friend angrily as he paced the room.

"Do I really want to know how the story ends?" Bones asked in astonishment. Jim sounded very angry. Hadn't the evening gone as he'd hoped it would?

... If he thought about it, Jim was here again. Usually-

"Nothing happened at all, Bones! He finished his picture and thanked me before asking me to leave."

Okay! That explained a lot.

"Wow! Someone who can resist the legendary Kirk charm. I already like that guy", he said, amused. It was rare for someone to turn down his buddy when he was really fixated on one person. Bones would have loved to have been there to see Jim's silly face after getting a rejection. Being a Vulcan was a whole different story too.

"It's not over yet!" Announced Jim in his stubbornness and pointed resolutely with his index finger at Bones.

He couldn't help but sigh. "Jim, accept that there are people out there who can resist your charme."

"There is no one like that!"