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Spock is Vulcan, a concept he struggles with as a child of two worlds. Jim Kirk isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be, he just knows he isn’t his father. Their friendship begins seamlessly, but life catches up to them faster than they can keep up.

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st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  meet-as-kids  fanart  comic  wip 
yesterday by runpunkrun
Soul Mates - by redheadedbisexual
Once Bones had finished a rushed examination of the Admiral—arriving at the conclusion that he was exactly who he claimed to be and adding some commentary on how Jim ought to take better care of himself—the party removed themselves to the briefing room. Spock fired a series of questions at the Admiral about the logistics of his plan to locate the Ambassador as they sat waiting for the man in question to arrive. Jim and Bones, meanwhile, quietly conversed with each other.

“What is Starfleet gonna do with this guy?” Bones wondered aloud. “They can hardly handle one of you. And to be honest, I’m surprised you lasted long enough in Starfleet to make admiral; didn’t get yourself killed with one of your dumb stunts, or fired!”

“Your faith in me is overwhelming, Bones” Jim muttered.

Before Bones could counter that the doors to the briefing room slid open to reveal Ambassador Spock.

“Captain,” he began. “I am told you requested—”

The Ambassador was struck speechless as his eyes fell upon the Admiral, seated at the head of the table and adjacent to a younger version of himself. A flood of emotions washed across his face, a sight to see on a man known for his traditional Vulcan stoicism.The room fell silent as the two men gazed at each other, a silence broken only by the single word that unconsciously escaped the Ambassador’s lips.

“T’hy’la…”

A moment later, whatever emotion Ambassador Spock had so foolishly allowed himself to display disappeared, replaced by a flush of embarrassment.

“Jim,” he corrected himself. “Admiral, that is. I am…. most surprised to see you.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  spockprime  kirkprime  matchmaking 
4 days ago by runpunkrun
Didn't We Almost Have it All? - by IvanW
He turned to greet Joanna as she approached him. She wore an off the shoulder ivory traditional wedding dress decorated with pearls and sequins. He wasn’t surprised, really. She’d always given him the impression she liked the old traditions and customs.

“Dance?”

“Sure,” Jim said with a smile, pulling her close, and resting his hand on her waist.

“Is this okay?” she asked after a few seconds. “I mean with your—”

“It’s fine. It only hurts when I stand.”

Her eyes widened and she went to pull back.

“I’m kidding, Jo.” He paused, searching her pale face. “It’s okay to joke, right?”

“Of course. I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m acting more sensitive about it than you are. I should know better.”

“I’m actually pretty used to it at this point. It seems to be the elephant in the room wherever I go. If I go anywhere.” He grinned. “Which is rare.”

She smiled then, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so glad you came.”

“I wouldn’t have missed it.” It was a lie, of course. Because he most certainly would have and gladly. Which said a lot about him and none of it good.

Joanna would have none of it, though. “Daddy didn’t think you’d come.”

“Yeah well.” Jim smiled. “Here I am. So that shows you what he knows. I’m so happy for you, Jo. And I wish you all the happiness in the universe. You deserve it.”

“Thank you,” she said softly. “So do you.”

Jim shook his head. “I missed those chances long ago.”

“But—”

“I’ve reconciled myself to the life I have. And it’s fine.”

“Daddy said Spock and Nyota are divorced now.”

Jim rolled his eyes. “Daddy has a big mouth.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  retirement  earthside  iowa  disability  pining  grief  joanna  addiction  kolinahr  whoops  bonded  marriage 
4 days ago by runpunkrun
Not Unpleasant - by DarkAliceLilith
Jim turned towards him, his eyes slipping closed and an arm sliding across Spock's hip, pulling him closer. Spock let it happen, feeling Jim's body press flush against him as the human fell back asleep.

It was illogical, cuddling, and a very human thing to do, but Spock found it to be not unpleasant. When Jim had first done it, Spock had pushed away, but as the nights went on, he let his own arm slide around him and hold him tight.

It may be a human thing to do, but he was part human himself, and he was drawn to Jim and craved his touch, so he sank into it, holding Jim closer and closing his eyes.
st:tos  kirk/spock  snuggling 
23 days ago by runpunkrun
Airbrush - by yeaka
The woman actually glares at him, and Jim mutters a hushed, “Sorry, Ensign.” He pulls back to his full height, trying to stand taut, even though her paintbrush tickles. He’s passed the point now where he’s embarrassed—the black paint already snakes up his entire lower half, crotch included—and now it’s just weirdly uncomfortable and still vaguely amusing. It helps that he’s not suffering alone. Leonard stands next to him, staunchly staring up at the ceiling and probably trying to pretend literally anything else is going on. On Jim’s other side, Spock’s stiff as a board.

Jim makes the grave mistake of glancing at him again, following the blue paint sloshing back and forth across his toned chest. Their six best painters are currently at work, trying to make the three members of the away team suitable for the planet below. Apparently, Mrennenimians don’t believe in clothes. Apparently, body-paint is the only acceptable form of coverage. The ensign in front of Jim straightens up to paint the outline of his Starfleet badge.
st:tos  kirk/spock  bodymod 
29 days ago by runpunkrun
Life As We Know It - by IvanW / Jesse4Love
Spock put the glass in front of Jim and then sat across from him, where the black pieces were. “You may make your move, Lieutenant.”

Jim nodded and tried to look at the game instead of the insanely hot Vulcan staring at him. It really was ridiculous.

“Tell me about yourself.”

Jim’s gaze flew up to Spock. “Sir?”

“I am curious about you…Jim. Where are you from?”

Jim felt himself turn red. “Earth,” he blurted out.

Spock arched a brow. “Yes. I am aware of that. But where, specifically?”

Jim cleared his throat. “Sorry. Riverside. Iowa. Captain. A-a place quite different than Vulcan.”

“I am sure. And did you always want to be in Starfleet?”

“No.” Jim moved his chess piece and watched as Spock moved his immediately, leaving it once more for him.

After a few moments, Spock said, “Care to elaborate?”

“Captain?”

“What you wanted to do rather than Starfleet.”

“Oh. Um. Well. To be honest, Captain, I applied to the Vulcan Science Academy.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  rolereversal 
5 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Fighting Gravity - pantswarrior
As if the guy could feel Jim looking at him, he ducked his head lower, turning it slightly away, which served to obscure his face further behind the shaggy hair. Which only made Jim more curious, and he leaned away from where he was leaning against the wall himself, trying to catch at least a little glimpse of the guy's face. A light breeze gusted past, rustling his hair, but even that didn't do it.

On the other hand, that breeze lifted the hair by his ears just for a second, and Jim's eyes widened.

...Of course, just because he only knew one person with ears like that didn't mean it was him. Hell - there were several entire races he'd met by now with pointed ears. He hadn't even gotten a good look, maybe the ears weren't even really pointed. But the hair was the right color, and he had sounded totally emotionless when he talked...

"...Spock?"

There was no visible reaction at first, and then the guy turned his head a little further away. That was enough for Jim, and he stepped away from the wall, coming to stand in front of the guy and really get a good look at him. "Spock?" he asked again, but this time it wasn't a question of confirmation - just incredulity.

The dark eyes lifted again, meeting his evenly, if only for a moment. "Kirk," he quietly acknowledged with a curt nod, and then lowered his head again.

Jim just gaped for a second before he could manage to say anything. "What are you doing?"

"I would have assumed you had already guessed," Spock replied, his head still lowered, "seeing as you have given assistance. It is appreciated."

"No, I mean..." And having it confirmed, that Spock was actually begging for credits, almost shocked him speechless again. But not quite. "What are you doing here?"

[the one where Spock's homeless]
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  shore-leave  earthside  roommates  spockprime  mccoy  joanna  sleeping/together  games  drunk  iowa  mind-meld 
5 weeks ago by runpunkrun
a proposal (and one, and two, and three) - by t_3po
He did not need a ring to know that Jim loved him. He thought about being called Jim's 'husband' and felt a little thrilled at the idea, yet when he thought about the fact that they were already 't'hy'la' the term paled in comparison to that.

Jim nodded. "Will you mind if I keep asking you to marry me?"

He did not mind at all, and Jim smiled at him.

Jim's smile turned sly. "What if I get down on one knee and propose to you during your dad's speech in the Babel conference?"

"Goodnight, Jim."


It became a joke between them. Spock couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it became a source of amusement, mostly for Jim, but Jim wouldn't stop asking him to marry him. "I'm only speaking hypothetically," Jim argued whenever Spock tried to argue how illogical and inconvenient it was to get married in the middle of the five year mission. The first time Jim asked him in broad daylight, he had thought Jim was actually serious and he’d spent five minutes lecturing him before Jim got fed up and told him he was just teasing Spock.
st:aos  kirk/spock  marriage 
6 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Oils - by yeaka
Jim Kirk is looking right at him. Those vivid eyes pierce right through Spock’s being, freezing Spock’s hand. Leonard quietly grumbles, “Of course he’d look this way. Ass.” Jim is turned towards them; they can’t see his ass.

Jim’s lips quirk up in a slight smile, as though he heard Leonard’s comment. Fortunately, the teacher doesn’t seem to have heard. She’s still across the room, scolding a Tellarite for his use of purple paint.

Spock slowly lowers his brush to his palette, but his eyes are still on Jim’s body. Jim’s face. Jim’s chest. He can feel his blush deepening but refuses to look lower. Jim’s standing with one leg thrust out to the side and one arm half raised. Spock will have to draw only his bust. Leonard mutters, “I’m gonna give him a small ween.”

Spock doesn’t know what a ‘ween’ is and doesn’t want to ask. He can tell that Leonard’s extremely bothered by this model and can tell why. Spock knows absolutely nothing about Jim Kirk aside from the fact that he’s devastatingly attractive, yet Spock would be willing to bet that he’s trouble. And Spock doesn’t usually make bets.

It’s not advised to talk during the class, but Spock risks whispering to Leonard anyway, “Do you know him?”

“Do I know him?” Leonard repeats. “That’s my best friend!”
st:tos  spock&mccoy  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  art 
6 weeks ago by runpunkrun
It's Tradition - by summerofspock
Together, they tottered carefully up the frozen steps and Jim knocked on the door as quickly as possible so he could shove his steadily freezing hand back in the pocket of his coat. The door opened abruptly, the wreath hooked over the top swinging with the swift movement.

Frank.

“Jim!” Frank said brightly and Jim gave him his best polite smile. The sort of captainly one that got treaties signed.

“Frank, it’s good to see you,” Jim said as his stepdad pushed open the screen door and ushered them inside.

“Your mom’s just making hot toddies. She wanted them ready when you got here.” Frank turned to Spock who was shaking only a little from the cold outside air. “You must be Jim’s boyfriend. Spock, was it?”

Jim’s mouth fell open. He closed it. Boyfriend? He had decidedly not said boyfriend. Not at any point. Nope nope nope.

“I am Spock,” Spock said with a little bow of his head. The tip of his nose was a pinkish green that gave Jim the absurd urge to give it a boop.

Why wasn’t he correcting Frank?

“Let me show you to your room,” Frank said, taking one of their bags and leading them up a staircase and down a hall to another kitschy room decorated like something out of a twenty-first century log cabin. “You’ll be in here,” he said to both of them.
st:aos  kirk/spock  shore-leave  earthside  meet-the-family  whoops  faking-it  sleeping/together  drunk  xmas  oblivious 
10 weeks ago by runpunkrun
All I Want for Christmas is... - by yaoichan12
Jim shook the new crew member’s hand and welcomed them aboard. Along with Grayson-Clarke, they had openings for seven new crew members. Jim always liked to take the time to greet and get to know his new crew members. The one in front of Jim expressed their excitement to be aboard and to be apart of the Enterprise family. As they talked, Jim glanced down the line of new members and saw a human male at the end of the line. Spock was standing close, closer than he would normally stand to someone, and was speaking to him.

“Won’t let you down, Captain,” the member whose hand Jim was shaking finished.

Jim looked back at them and smiled. “Excited to have you aboard.” Jim released their hand and moved down the line, still glancing over to Spock and who he figured was Grayson-Clarke.

When Jim finally made it to the new crew member, Spock had split. Jim looked around then smiled at the lieutenant. “Grayson-Clarke?”

“Yes, Sir,” Lester nodded, standing at attention.

“Nice to meet you.” Jim held his hand out and Lester shook it.

“Nice to meet you as well. I’ve heard so much about the great Captain Kirk. My cousin thinks you hung the stars.” Lester’s eyes widened. “I don’t think I should’ve said that.”

Jim chuckled. “No, its fine. I didn’t hang anything, but I appreciate that your cousin thinks so.”

Lester nodded.

“We’re all glad to have you aboard. I know Commander Spock pushed to have you on the team. Your credentials are top notch.”

“Thank you, Sir. And I’m sure Commander Spock gave me and the other applicants equal consideration.”

“Of course, of course." Jim leaned in and whispered, "but the best person is here.”

Lester ducked his head and nodded. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Lieutenant, I run a tight ship and expect great things from my crew. We’re a family here.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lester snickered. “Sometimes literally family.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  holidays  pining  oblivious  xmas  gifts  matchmaking  off-world  snow 
10 weeks ago by runpunkrun
The Human Professor: Home for the Holidays (2016) - IvanW
Jim tilted his head back and looked up at his husband. “You look good.”

Spock raised an eyebrow. “Thank you.”

“Too bad my stomach is killing me.” Jim groaned. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

“I apologize.”

“Why?”

Spock sat down next to Jim and he made to move as though he intended to take Jim into his arms but then stopped when he took in Jim’s gooey ice cream covered face and hands. He even scooted back a little. “I should have been here during your conversation with your mother.”

Jim smirked. “You skipped out on purpose.”

Spock avoided Jim’s gaze. “That was not my intention.”

“It most certainly was. My little lying Vulcan who isn’t supposed to lie. Serves you right, though.”

“What does?”

“We’re going to have an old fashioned Kirk Christmas in Riverside.”

Spock tilted his head. “What exactly is an old fashioned Kirk Christmas?”

Jim shook his head. “Hell if I know.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  holidays  iowa  xmas 
10 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Shadow of a Dragon - by yeaka
Ever ungrateful and insolent to the Vulcan Empire, Jim earns his final sentence. He’s sacrificed to the secret son of an ambassador, locked away deep in the mountains. And things will grow from there.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  vulcan  exodus/exile  fuckordie 
12 weeks ago by runpunkrun
Pretty Paper (Day Three) - by IvanW
He grabbed up a glass of what Sulu had declared was Holiday Spiced Punch and a plate that contained about a dozen decorated cut-out cookies. “I’m off to my quarters, Bones.”

“You’re going to have a belly ache,” Bones called after him.

“Yeah, yeah.”

He made it back to his quarters without being accosted by anyone and the minute he did, he stuffed a cookie, in the shape of Santa’s boot, into his mouth. He set the punch down and went to his wardrobe to get out of his uniform, munching absently on the cookie. He opened a drawer and discovered a square-shaped box neatly wrapped in shiny red paper with a glossy green bow around it.

Jim pulled it out, smiling. Had to have been Bones, he thought.

There was a tag, well, a folded card anyway, so he lifted it up and saw the words To: Jim From: Spock.
st:aos  kirk/spock  xmas  gifts  clothes 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
The Handmaid of Genius - by ladyblahblah (trek_hc)
Spock has never seen Jim Kirk panic before; he is fascinated to realize that it looks nothing like what he might have anticipated.

Had he attempted to anticipate such an event, he imagines he would have expected a great deal more noise. If there is one thing that Jim has never been, it is low-key. Had Spock been called upon to speculate, he would have said that a panicking Jim would have involved quite a bit of talk, a not-inconsiderable amount of yelling, and what Dr. McCoy refers to as ‘flailing’. The reality, however, is far more disquieting.

When he first hears the news, Jim goes immediately and completely still. For a moment, Spock is concerned that he may have stopped breathing. That concern is allayed, however, when Jim takes in a deep, shuddering breath and nods tightly. He continues to sit, unsettlingly still and quiet, in his chair; only after several minutes have passed does he give a full-body shudder, snapping back to himself.

“Lieutenant Uhura,” he says stiffly, “get me Engineering.”

The problem, Mr. Scott tells them, is fairly simple to explain. All of the replicators are tied in to a central mainframe that tracks and channels the necessary matter conversion as well as logging activation codes and crew rations. It was that mainframe that had suffered a power surge that resulted in a cascading system failure, disabling every last replicator on the ship.
st:aos  kirk/spock  food  tarsus-iv 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
This Is Just to Say - by dogpoet
Someone had been leaving little notes around. Little poems. Jim found himself staring at one of them at breakfast. How had it gotten on his tray? Was this the ship's doing? Was it spewing out the equivalent of fortunes on bits of paper? Was it a replicator malfunction? It all seemed much more targeted than that.

Jim read the bit of poetry again.

this is just to say
yesterday
your uniform bunched up
showing
your abdomen
so pale and delicious

Jim recalled his shirt riding up during his shift the previous day, but who else would have noticed? And of those people, who would have written him this note? He glanced around to see if anyone was looking his way, but no one was. Nurse Chapel sat at the table with him, but she was talking animatedly to Scotty about something or another, God knew what, since they had nothing in common. Jim squinted at the piece of paper. Of course, no one wrote notes by hand anymore. There was no way of identifying the script.
st:tos  kirk/spock  epistolary  poetry 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
Pet Peeves - by dogpoet
Spock held the black cat in his lap, stroking its fur. Jim narrowed his eyes. Unless cats were out in the barn catching mice, he had no use for them. They were aloof, cruel creatures who never obeyed orders. Jim was particularly suspicious of them when they arrived in the arms of men who beamed aboard and claimed to be from unknown planets. The mysterious Mr. Seven had said he needed to get to earth to save it from destruction. That was just bunk. The fact that Mr. Seven's cat had attacked one of the security guards hadn't escaped Jim's notice either.

"What do you think of the cat, Mr. Spock?" Jim asked. He suspected there was more to the beast than met the eye. Spock always had some scientific hypotheses to offer.

"Quite a lovely animal, Jim. I find myself strangely drawn to it."

Jim narrowed his eyes even more, and ground his teeth. It was clear that the cat was exerting some sort of power over Spock's mind. "I meant," Jim said, "do you have any theories as to its origins or its powers? Was it communicating in some way with Mr. Seven?" He didn't like how the cat was taking up all of Spock's attention, and not in a research-oriented way.

Spock considered the cat for a moment. The cat lifted its head and looked Spock in the eye. "I could form a telepathic bond with her in order to obtain answers to your questions."

"That won't be necessary," Jim said sharply. The last thing he wanted was some feline/Vulcan mind-meld going on under his watch. There was no telling what the cat might do to Spock if given access to his brain. Jim had seen the results of that kind of thing before. No one was going to do any mind-melding with Spock unless his name was James T. Kirk. There were other ways to get information. Jim turned to the computer. He'd find out what Mr. Seven was up to without Spock's -- or the cat's -- help. But Jim planned to stick close to Spock just in case the cat tried anything funny.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  cats 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
Desire - by yeaka
The familiar sounds of the bridge itself aren’t magnified—the constant beeps and whirs of the machinery hum all around him, just like always, but the other sounds echo in his ears. Every bated breath, every nervous twitch, each little rustle of clothing—it’s thunderous to him now, just like the smell of them—Sulu’s rich cologne and the floral remnants of Uhura’s shampoo. He can practically feel their warmth from his captain’s chair. He looks to the helm, and he just wants to reach out and grab Chekov by the arms, throw him over the navigation console and drive into him like—

Jim swallows. He tilts his head back, trying to slink deeper into his captain’s chair. He’s the captain, for goodness’ sake. He can’t go on like this. He can’t keep staring at Sulu’s broad shoulders, picturing him practicing shirtless in the gym. Scotty’s over by the Engineering station, just checking readings over Riley’s shoulder, and Jim shouldn’t think about Scotty in a kilt bending over for his captain. Uhura’s dress is tantalizingly short. Her voice is so sweet, and when she quietly hums beneath her breath, Jim can hear every note rippling across his skin like a gentle caress. He would be gentle with her. But he’d be rough with Sulu, because he knows Sulu could take it, and Jim doesn’t really care how or why he gets it, he just needs it, needs to fuck someone now. He salivates for it, starves for it. Food has been like ash ever since his infection. Sex is all he wants. He can’t live without it.
st:tos  kirk/spock  sick  aphrodisiacs 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
Rack - by yeaka
Spock parts their lips just enough to murmur, “Are you still interested in me, Captain?”

Jim could almost laugh. That should be incredibly obvious. He kisses the side of Spock’s mouth and asks, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I was raised alongside a human and am used to your kind. But I am very alien to you,” Spock reminds him, as though that’s news at all. Jim never thinks of Spock as a Vulcan. He thinks of Spock as Spock, nothing more and nothing less. The differences don’t matter. But Spock lists off anyway, “My pointed ears, my green blood, my lack of antlers...”

That was the strangest one. Spock’s ears are certainly different. The green flush to his skin when he becomes aroused is unique but thrilling, hardly bothersome—it’s only a colour. The fact that Vulcans don’t have the decorative horns that humans do was incredibly jarring at first—an entire missing body part that made Spock looks so vulnerable. But Jim has since grown used to it. He insists, “I don’t mind.” After all, he’s been with plenty of other aliens. Most aliens don’t have antlers. Spock has always been his favourite.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  kissing  bodies 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
Note - by yeaka
There is no logic in wasting valuable credits on specially prepared drinks that he could easily synthesize in his dorm room, but Spock frequently does so anyway. There are a dozen small cafes within walking distance of the Academy and two locations within the premises, but Spock crosses the street to one in particular—the USS Enterprise, named after the starship Spock would someday like to serve on. He only ever goes to that one place, having stumbled on it in the middle of the night during a particularly difficult bout of exams that even his Vulcan genes couldn’t keep him awake for. After doing nothing but attending class and studying for three days in a row, he had to resort to the human pleasure-drug colloquially known as ‘caffeine.’ The coffee was dark, rich, bitter but relatively pleasant. Spock aced all his tests. He wouldn’t have gone back again, except that the barista had written an encouraging message on his cup, and bizarrely, nonsensically, those words had gotten him through the stress more than the caffeine did.

Spock now drinks coffee frequently enough to warrant a travel mug, but he uses the recyclable paper kind anyway, because they wouldn’t write on a personal one.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  food  flirting 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
Pauper - by yeaka
He comes straight to the counter, close enough that Jim can see the fluorescent lights create a halo in his neatly trimmed black hair. He opens his mouth, perhaps to get Bones’ attention, but Bones already sees him and meanders over, barking, “We don’t take Federation credits here.”

The alien’s frown tightens. Clearly, he hadn’t expected that. Before he can protest, Jim fills in, “Put it on my tab.”

Bones gives him that look that says not again, but Jim just grins and waits for Bones to cave. Bones rolls his eyes and asks, “What’d you want, pointy?”

The Starfleet officer looks wholly unamused by the nickname. He glances sideways at Jim, and pauses, seeming to consider the offer. Jim makes an obvious sweep of the man’s trim body, eyeing him up from his long shoes to the smooth jut of his hips to the tips of his exotic ears. Jim’s smile is plenty warm and inviting—he likes what he sees.

After a moment, the alien slowly answers, “Water.”

Bones snorts and sarcastically tells Jim, “This one’s a keeper.” Jim just grins. He doesn’t need alcohol to get his partners in the mood. Bones disappears into the back and remerges with a mug of clear water that the alien doesn’t touch.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  bars  royalty 
december 2019 by runpunkrun
Enticed - by yeaka
Jim’s seen a lot of beautiful people in his time. He’s met Orion women, watched new Ylfrettub adults emerge from their cocoon, and he even shares a ship with Spock. But the people of Mrennenimus II are like walking sexual fantasies born out of other’s wet dreams. There are times when he’s watching one talk, and they don’t even feel real, because the more he looks, the more he wants to salivate, and he can feel their bedroom eyes pulling at him. He couldn’t even pinpoint exactly what it is about them. They just all look... perfect.

“Pheromones,” Leonard grunts, once the princess has left their company and drifted back across the large room to the rest of the delegation. There are only seven Mrennenimians in the enormous hall, which is about all Jim can handle, and they seem to be sending people forward to speak one at a time. Maybe they know the effect they have and are trying to be polite. While the Mrennenimians group around one another, maybe deciding who to send next, Leonard tilts his tricorder towards Jim and Spock. “I don’t think they’re doing it on purpose—seems to be a natural process for them. But it’s definitely affecting us.” Jim agrees. He’s hardly a saint, but he doesn’t usually gawk quite so badly. Spock tugs lightly at his sleeve.

“If I could have a word, Captain?” Spock asks, nodding towards the pillars behind them.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  aphrodisiacs 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Fuzzy - by yeaka
Jim’s gaze sweeps over Spock, exactly the same as Jim left him several weeks ago on what should’ve been a simple survey mission. Spock’s still in full uniform, his black pants and blue tunic a little wrinkled—nowhere near as bad as anyone else would be. His hair still falls in its usual perfect cut, though it’s grown a little longer, too far down his pointed brows. The biggest difference is the shallow, dark beard growing all along his chin and throat, up around his mouth. Jim’s never seen his first officer with more than the slightest bit of stubble.

He doesn’t stop until he’s so close that Spock’s knees are forced apart. Jim stands right between them, legs brushing the edge of the bed. Jim lifts his hands to Spock’s face, gently thumbs his cheek, and goes in for a kiss.

Spock’s breath is awful. That’s to be expected. Jim loves him anyway. Jim pulls back to murmur, “Welcome home, Commander.”

“Captain,” Spock returns, level and easy, as though he hasn’t been out long enough to grow fur coarse enough to make a Tellarite blush. Jim can’t help raking his fingers through it—it’s just so very different.
st:aos  kirk/spock  grooming 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Secret Santa (2013) - by IvanW
Five days before Christmas and it was time to start leaving gifts for Spock. Of course he still didn’t even have a gift to give him on actual Christmas day. He’d have to pull off some enormous miracle because they’d long since left the Starbase and there was nowhere else they had been to secure a fifth present.

Entering Spock’s quarters when he knew said Vulcan was not there was probably totally giving it away as to who had his name but fuck it, Jim was beyond caring if Spock knew. He’d know on Christmas when Jim had nothing to give him anyway.

Jim coded in his captain’s code and left the Plomeek soup he’d put together with the Plomeek he’d gotten at the general store on the Starbase. He’d followed some obscure recipe he’d found on line. Had no idea if it was right or if Spock even liked it. It didn’t taste like much of anything to Jim. But Jim figured Spock would be at his quarters any minute and now was the perfect time to leave it. He left a little tag Uhura had included when she’d given him the other Secret Santa stuff that simply read From Santa.
st:aos  kirk/spock  xmas  gifts 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Shorts - by yeaka
“Sorry, Captain,” Uhura’s soothing voice cuts in. “The Mrennenimians just contacted us with a last minute question.”

In Jim’s peripherals, he can see Spock lifting a brow. Thus far, the aliens below have proven somewhat scatterbrained by Federation standards, and this breech of protocol is just further proof of their uniqueness. Jim tells his communications officer, “Let’s hear it, Lieutenant.”

There’s a quickly muffled noise on the other side that might be Chekov laughing. Uhura’s voice wavers, but she continues in a forced calm: “They’d like to know if you’ve removed your pants, Captain.”

From behind Jim, Bones mutters, “What the...” Scotty’s barely stifling his surprise. Spock’s brow knits, and Jim pauses.

“Excuse me, Lieutenant?”

Chekov is definitely laughing. Sulu might be too. Jim can’t even fully blame them. Uhura impressively ignores them. “They say the surface of Mrennenimus Prime is covered entirely in waist-high water. Their sanctioned beam-down site is in a courtyard outside, where you’ll have to wade through this water to reach the parliamentary building. Apparently, they’ve just now finished going through the Federation records we sent down, and they consider our concept of ‘pants’ to be unfit for their planet.” Someone mutters something behind her, and she adds, “Underwear is okay.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  clothes 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Peer Review - by walkandtalk (Scientific Inquiry #4)
“You have missed four particularly meaningful events in Earth culture for formally declaring your intention for matrimony.”

“I have missed three,” Spock corrected, inadvertently validating Senik’s hypothesis that Spock had researched the topic, although it was unlikely it was as thorough or ongoing as his own, as Senik’s interest in Terran mating habits and Spock’s happiness predated Spock’s own self-interest.

“Four,” Senik insisted. “In order: New Year's Eve, Saint Valentine’s Day, the anniversary of your first meeting, and Jim’s birthday. You are fortunate, as the anniversary of your first official date is approaching.”

Spock frowned. “The anniversary of our first meeting was not between Earth’s New Year and Jim’s birthday.”

“Yes, it was. Stardate 2257.71”

“Point one-oh-six,” Spock objected.

Senik reached over holo emitter where Spock’s visibly affronted face hovered, light years away from Senik’s camp on New Vulcan, and found a PADD. He opened the relevant file and scrolled until he found the entry he was looking for. “You first interacted with a Cadet Kirk on stardate 2257.71,” he declared, satisfied his eidetic memory had not let him down.

“You have that written down,” Spock said, illogically describing the obvious.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  progeny  wip 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
LLAP - by yeaka
Spock’s quarters must be uncomfortably warm for him, but Jim makes no complaint. He sits square in the middle of Spock’s bed, legs folded, back straight, eyes bright and beautiful. Spock’s logic doesn’t prevent him from seeing the art in his surroundings. He asks, “Try again.”

Jim does. His lips twitch, maybe holding back a smile, and he lifts his hand, trying to spread his fingers, but he can’t seem to part them down the middle properly. Two stick together, the ring and pinky finger unable to connect. Jim stares at it for a moment, as though concentrating hard, but he can’t seem to make the solute come together as it should. Finally, he sighs. He drops his hand into his lap and shrugs his shoulders.

Spock notes, “You should have learned this at the Academy.”

“I should have,” Jim agrees, “But I didn’t.” He says it so matter-of-factly, as though he isn’t Starfleet’s greatest captain, serving with a Vulcan first officer, unable to give a simple alien greeting. Spock lets out a steadying breath and realizes that he’ll have to take further measures.
st:tos  kirk/spock  training 
november 2019 by runpunkrun
Disparate - by yeaka
There’s something so horribly twisted about kissing himself over his lover’s shoulder, but Jim does it anyway, because he loves the strangled moan that snakes out of Spock’s throat. Jim’s own tongue tastes like ash in his mouth, and his doppelganger is too forceful with his teeth, but he knows Spock likes the way it looks. So he indulges it until he can’t stand being bitten anymore, and then he pulls away to share something chaste and sweet with his first officer.

Spock leans right into him. Spock’s entire body strains closer, arms locking tighter around his waist and cock driving deeper into his channel—Jim nearly chokes on the feeling of being filled; Spock’s so long, so thick, so warm. The heat cloys at Jim’s body from the inside out. Spock rolls into him at a fluid, sensual pace, though Jim can see just how erratically the other Jim is bucking into him. That Captain Kirk fucks Spock with purpose, driving in and out at a merciless speed. Jim can feel the vibrations of it throughout Spock’s pliant body. But Spock is impressively restrained, and he takes that virile pounding without delivering it in return. His thrusts are measured, almost gentle. Jim rides him in the front while the second Kirk fucks Spock from behind. It’s a sticky mess of limbs and mouths and dripping sweat, but Jim’s grateful for the opportunity. He feels like he’s consuming Spock more wholly than he ever has.

He knows Spock loves it too. He can see it in the dark haze of Spock’s dilated eyes. Spock’s kisses are more frantic than usual, his fingers digging in just a bit too much. He hasn’t said a word about it. He must have thought this whole idea insane. And it is. But it’s worth it. In a way, Jim loves seeing the image of himself utterly wrecking his first officer.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  seeingdouble  threesome 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Ownership - by yeaka
He tries to resist, he really does. Relationships have proven nothing but a complication—he isn’t strong enough yet to weather them without having them whittle away what little logic he has. Spock tries so hard to be Vulcan, and non-essential intimacy seems little more than a human luxury he can’t afford. It isn’t a struggle he’ll ever breathe aloud. If his father were to ask, Spock would report that he is fine: he is a fully rational creature, capable of just as successful a relationship as his father held. But privately, Spock knows that isn’t true. He still has so much to learn.

He still has so many weakness, like the way his captain looks at him across the dimmed lights of their bridge in an emergency—just a brief flicker of concern and care that can’t be at all productive. They leave the bridge together, and their hands brush in the turbolift, and that tiny point of contact is enough to leave Spock reeling—his temperature spikes and his breath quickens. Jim cracks a joke in the messhall, and suddenly Spock wants to smile, even though he doesn’t understand the humour in it. He just likes seeing the joy on Jim’s handsome face. What it boils down to in the end is that most of Spock’s failings are all tied up in Jim, and Spock should stay away.

But Spock’s never felt as whole as he does when he’s in Jim’s arms, sharing heady kisses in the dark heat of his quarters. They stumble backwards around his desk, past his console, too lost in each other’s mouths to ask the computer to light the way. They reach Spock’s bed, and they tumble down, by now so intertwined that nothing could possibly tear them apart. Jim’s hands roam Spock’s body, leaving sparks of fire in their wake. Spock shudders for air and breathes, “Jim.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  bed 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Grossly Undeserved - by summerofspock
Just as the clock hit 8:20 and the more irritated cadets had put away their materials, the door to the classroom whooshed open and the most unkempt man Spock had ever seen stumbled in.

Despite his black professor’s uniform, Spock could not find it in himself to believe this was the highly lauded Professor Kirk, hair a golden mess plastered over his forehead with a lankness that indicated it had not been washed for some time. His wire-rimmed glasses were askew and he somehow gave the appearance of tripping despite moving in a straight line to the desk, coffee cup in hand, each step dribbling the brown liquid over his hand. The man hissed with each drop.

“Sorry, sorry,” the man said, putting his cup down on the desk into a puddle of coffee that had already formed beneath it as he swung his shoulder bag onto the ground and sighed, wiping his hand down his half-zipped uniform absentmindedly.

The room was eerily silent as the man wheeled the squeaking chair out from behind the desk and sat down heavily, in a manner akin to a newborn foal, legs giving out beneath him, splaying in two directions at once. Spock found himself unable to look away.

“Introductions,” the man said. “I’ll start. I’m Jim Kirk and yep, the rumors are true, I’m 26. I prefer Kirk or Jim. Please don’t call me professor. It gives me the heebie jeebies.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  professors  rolereversal  teacher/student 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
I'll Sing While I Simmer - DoctorTrekLock
It turned out that when Spock had told Jim that Vulcans tended toward asexuality outside "mitigating factors," he'd been shifty-eyed for a reason.

"I am going to be generous right now and assume that there was a very good reason why you didn't tell me," Jim said, fighting to keep his voice steady.

And there were the shifty-eyes again, the only tell in Spock's otherwise perfectly Vulcan visage. "I can assure you--"

"Because to me," Jim continued, barreling on, "this seems like the kind of thing one might be expected to tell their partner."

"Jim--"

"Oh yes, dear," Jim mimed, "I'm terribly sorry, but I forgot to mention that I have to have sex every seven years. Guess it just slipped my mind." And there went all his calm veneer.

Spock's eyes were dark and perhaps a touch sympathetic. Jim felt a pang in his chest and crossed his arms against the sensation.
st:aos  kirk/spock  asexual  fuckordie 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Spit - by yeaka
Jim makes a note of telling the computer, “Lock Dr. McCoy’s office doors.” The computer beeps its response, and they all hear the hidden metal clicking into place. Leonard crosses his arms and waits for his doom.

Jim hesitates. That’s another bad sign. Spock stands particularly rigid, hands folded behind his back, eyes on the back of the room. Jim finally starts: “We need you to settle something for us.”

Leonard grunts, “It better be medical.”

“It is.”

Leonard arches a brow. Jim shuffles his feet, clears his throat, and asks, “Is Vulcan semen safe for oral ingestion?”

Leonard blinks. He appreciates Jim’s carefully clinical phrasing, but he’s still horrified. And scandalized. It’s not that bodily fluids irk Leonard. Of course not. He’s a doctor. Spock’s bodily fluids going into Jim’s mouth are a whole other story. Leonard’s brain shuts down out of self-defense, so he doesn’t answer right away.

Jim fills in, “Look, I know you don’t want to hear this, but Spock gets genuinely concerned every time I swallow. But it’s just easier that way, and frankly, I don’t believe there’s anything wrong with it. Unfortunately, you know how the Vulcans are with their propriety. I tried searching this up myself before coming to you, believe me, but I just wasn’t getting anywhere.”

Technically, M’Benga is the Vulcan medical expert aboard the Enterprise. But Leonard understands why Jim wouldn’t have gone to anyone else over this. No one else needs to be haunted by nightmares of the captain and first officer making out like Leonard’s seen. He already knows. He couldn’t not know. He knows them both too well, but at the moment, he really wishes he knew them less.
st:aos  kirk/spock  mccoy  bodies 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
sqoiler: kirk/spock forced to marry
“If you keep arguing, it’ll be a court martial,” Pike said, looking beyond tired. Kirk opened his mouth, then closed it.

“There’s nothing we can do?” he asked. They were on the bridge, Pike’s call on the viewscreen for the whole crew to see. Kirk was fixated on Pike, but he had heard the crew’s reaction to the news. Nobody wanted this.

Pike didn’t even want it, as far as Kirk could tell, but the other admirals made their decision. Kirk supposed it was good that Pike had delivered the news instead of someone else, but he still didn’t like it.

“Afraid not,” Pike said. “Unless that first officer of yours is married and decided not to tell us.”

Kirk put his hands to his chin in thought, then twisted around in his chair to look first at McCoy, who looked pissed. Well–more pissed than usual. Kirk then looked at Uhura, whose lips were pursed like she was trying not to say something. Sulu was slumped over in defeat and Chekov was stiff in his seat. Rand looked rather like she was trying not to cry. Kirk, finally, twisted around to look at Spock, who was, as always, standing right behind him.

Their eyes met, and an agreement passed between them.

“What if…” Kirk said.

“I suppose it is time,” Spock said.

“Wait, what are you–” Pike started to say, but Kirk shushed him.

“Rand, go get Scotty. Mr. Spock?”

Rand hurried out of the room. In the corner of Kirk’s eye, he could see that Uhura was beginning to smile.
st:tos  kirk/spock  marriage 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
It's All in the Past - by lunaesomnium
The story of how Jim saved Vulcan (and by proxy, like 80% of active Starfleet officers, you're welcome) and may've sort of accidentally landed himself a boyfriend.
st:aos  kirk/spock  post-narada  timetravel  wip 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Two Very Different Men - by Wingittofreedom
“It’s been six months. Tell me why you haven’t tried to kill me,” Jim snarled, pressing the knife to his First Officer’s throat.

Of course, a phaser would have worked equally well to ensure the Vulcan’s compliance, but steel is more eloquent, and it was important that Jim was understood.

Six months ago, Jim had been assigned a new first officer. Spock. A Vulcan whose record was marked with mysterious deaths, speaking clearly of an ambition and ruthlessness that Jim could admire as well as fear.

Assassination attempts by first officers were common in the Empire after all. And especially on the ISS Enterprise, where privileges and salaries for captains were many and high, so Jim had been on his guard from the first. Spies alert and vigilance doubled—sleeping with one eye open, watching his back down every corridor, waiting for the inevitable attack.

Assassination was how Jim had gotten the job after all.

But this strange new First Officer hadn’t tried to kill him.

Stranger still, there had been no posturing, no threats, no shows of power or intimidation of the sort which were practically routine in the Empire’s fleet.

The Vulcan hadn’t done any of that. Just gone about his business as Science and First Officer, completing assignments, filling out paperwork on time and punishing those who failed to do so with the agonizer.

And watching Jim.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  mirrorverse  soulmates  enemies-to-lovers 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
First Date [Fan Comics] - by mizore
a fan comic of spirk's first date based on The Cleverness of Me by screamlet
st:aos  kirk/spock  dating  fanart  comic 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
Sequins - by yeaka
Spock doesn’t look up. Jim thrives on attention, so Spock needs to starve him of it. Jim Kirk is responsible for at least three fifths of the current problems in Spock’s day, and it doesn’t look like he’s letting up any time soon. The very fact that he’s sitting on Spock’s worktable is unthinkable. He’s an animal. Worse, he’s shirtless. His chiseled bare chest fills up Spock’s peripherals. He’s still in the tight-fitting leggings Spock designed, even though he arrived at the studio dressed in his own street clothes and he could easily change back whilst waiting for Spock’s adjustments. Instead, he’s flittering around Spock’s meticulously organized workshop in a state of wildly inappropriate undress. He’s already completely decimated the painstaking order of Spock’s mood board and irreparably wrinkled three well-ironed dresses.

The worst offense is simply what he does to Spock’s mind. Spock really is trying to work. He’s trying to concentrate. He spends a large portion of his life trying to be objective and rational in general, as Vulcan as possible, even though he’s chosen a subjective, emotionally-driven field in a Terran-dominated city. He’s made egregious mistakes.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  civilians  clothes 
october 2019 by runpunkrun
praise - by sunshine_captain
Jim starts backing towards the bed, sits when he feels it against his legs. Without being asked or told, Spock kneels in front of him, palms on Jim's solid thighs encouraging him to spread them.

Jim does, leans back on his hands and bites his lip at the sight of Spock between his legs, expression of open wonder on his face as he stares intensely at the obvious bulge in Jim's pants.

Spock looks and looks, but then glances up at Jim for permission. Jim takes Spock's hand from its place on his thigh and presses it where he's hard and wanting. For Spock. All for Spock.

Spock traces the outline of his hard cock through Jim's pants with his fingertips, squeezing gently. Jim moans, and Spock looks upward again, feeling him, rubbing and playing with him through the fabric.

"That's for you," Jim breathes shakily. "You do that to me, sweetheart."
st:tos  kirk/spock  praise  kink  <3 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
Sweet tooth - by ErRose
The rich smell of chocolate was everywhere. He was sure that during the small amount of time he spent there, the scent would permeate his clothes and hair, needing a deep clean to get it out. After a few moments, however, he was entirely enveloped in the sweet smell, and it faded to the background of the consciousness. To his right was a table with colorful boxes and ribbons- clearly pre-made gifts, ready to be presented with no extra thought. Still, he was shocked by how many choices there were. Flavors in the boxes, patterns on the outside, and hundreds of ribbons made for millions of combinations.

He began to run the numbers through his head, curious now about just how many options he had, and just how overwhelmed he should be. While he thought, he reached a hand out to stroke a piece of gold ribbon. It was so shiny he could almost see his own face reflected back at him, it couldn’t possibly be soft, but when his fingers ran over it, it felt so nice he wanted to pull it up to his face so he could feel it aainst his cheek.

“Oh, hey!” the voice was friendly, not accusatory, and yet Spock couldn’t help but feel as though he had been caught doing something he should not have been doing, and yanked his hand back from the ribbon and clasped it behind his back, “Sorry I didn’t hear you come in. Can I help you with anything?” He turned to address the speaker, to say he was here to buy and gift and leave, and would not require and assistance. However, when they locked eyes, something happened in his brain, though he could not place the symptoms.

The man smiled, setting the whole room in a heavenly glow, his eyes sparkled as he waited for Spock to respond.

Say something, Spock reprimanded himself silently.
st:aos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  food  drunk  kissing 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
"Chimborazo, Cotopaxi had taken my speech away" - by Wingittofreedom
Spending his afternoons and evenings in the fields though meant he and Spock didn't have as much time to spend together, despite the better weather that would’ve made their exploring expeditions more enjoyable.

So it was with great excitement that Jim received news from Aunt Abigail the following Sunday that he could have the day off after church.

Bounding down the single step out the church doors as soon as the service was over into the burning sunshine outside, Jim went so indecently fast that he was sure the good people of Tarsus would worry for his soul.

Let them worry, Jim thought gleefully, sprinting back to his room, stripping out of his stiff Sunday clothes—bowtie, good shoes, suspenders—and pulling on his jeans and t-shirt and then he was out the door again.

Minutes later he was pounding on Spock’s flimsy door and waiting impatiently as he heard Spock call out something in Vulcan that either meant “Hang on, I’ll be right there,” or “Leave me alone, you crazy sonofabitch.”

Apparently it was the former because Spock pulled open the door a moment later, the neat disdain of his expression belied by amusement gleaming in his eyes.

“Come on!” Jim exclaimed, grabbing Spock’s wrist and trying unsuccessfully to yank him out the door.

“Geez, what do you keep in that robe? Your rock collection?” he asked, huffing. “C’mon, I snuck us sandwiches from the Hall—right out from under Hansen’s nose!” Jim persuaded, holding up the purloined sandwiches in their paper bag, still trying to pull a stubbornly unmoving Spock, whose Vulcan density apparently transcended the merely physical and had crossed into the spiritual realm.

“You’re stubborn as hell, you know that?” Jim informed him, dropping his wrist and putting his hands on his hips.

Spock merely gave him a haughty, long-suffering look and then proceeds out the door at his own pace, the bastard.

Jim groaned. Spock was weird like that. He would follow Jim around, but he seemed to like to do it of his own free will rather than being dragged.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  tarsus-iv  meet-as-kids  language  sleeping/together  correspondence  vulcan  rejection  starfleet.edu 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
Bonds and Restraints - by tiliquain
It is going to happen now, there is no possibility otherwise. It has begun. There is no longer any chance Jim will back out, at this point. And Spock will soon be biologically incapable of backing out, with Jim here, touching, offering himself. It cannot be stopped now. It is going to happen, and his burning blood is rejoicing and throbbing in anticipation of it, even as his mind crumbles into a new panic at the inescapable reality of... control lost, dignity burned away, logic overcome by lust, Jim seeing him, seeing him, reduced to this madness.

"I am..." He tries to put his fear and humiliation into words, struggles to get those words through his mouth. "I am going to do things to you, unspeakable things that I am -- ashamed, to be thinking of, right now. To be..." He can barely say the last word. "...Wanting."

Jim's lips are fuller now, pupils expanded, skin flushed, human signs of arousal. "Oh yes. Your control, Spock. I know. But don't worry. I understand."

And now his voice lowers in volume, and somehow this makes it stronger, intensifies its power to inflame Spock's fever.

"Those mental shields that you have up most of the time. I'm not sure if you realize it, but they are beginning to fail. You're a strong telepath. This room is already quite suffused with your... desires."

Spock's face is aflame.

He had not felt the shields break in the past few seconds, but he is aware of it now. Every Vulcan member of his family, dead or alive, anywhere in the galaxy, is looking down on him right now with eyes he can feel. Cold Vulcan disapproval. Can the blood fever not work more quickly to end his life?

"I don't know if this helps at all. But by human standards they're... really very normal and healthy desires. You seem to think they ought to disgust me. But, if your powers of observation are not too impaired..."

Jim is drawing closer now, the hand sliding from Spock's shoulder down his back. "I'm sure you can tell what they are actually doing to me."
st:tos  kirk/spock  fuckordie  bondage  dirtytalk  telepathy 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
Getting To Know - by Rae Trail (Kirk/Spock Online Festival (KSOF) 2000)
“Yes, Captain. I am listening.” He glanced up at the continued silence. “Sir?”

“You’re reading your reports. I want your full attention. Damn it, this is important, Spock!”

The small and astonishing thrill of anger that Spock had been repeatedly feeling for the last few weeks ran through him again. Mother, he thought, if I had known this is how it felt I would have stayed on Vulcan. He began to run the quick series of meditative cues that would halt the anger, and then stopped.

This was Kirk. This was the man who had undermined his controls, whose friendship was demanding more and more of his time. The one he admired, even emulated. And not a man to back down from emotions. He let the anger reach his fore-mind and was amazed at himself when he said, “You have served with me for 2.25 years. I find it difficult to believe that, despite seeing me do this more times than I wish to recount for you, you don’t understand that I am capable of thinking about several things simultaneously. I fail to understand why you think I should waste my time by limiting my mind to Human norms. But if you insist on completely monopolizing me, I shall put all my resources at your disposal and waste three quarters of an hour for every hour you choose to speak to me. Will that satisfy you?”

Kirk’s eyes were huge. “You’re angry.”

“Yes. That is correct.”

“You’re always saying that you have no emotions.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  trauma  honesty  masturbation  bodies  voyeurism/exhibitionism 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
Another Country Beckons - by Rae Trail (Side By Side Issue 04)
McCoy was lying on his couch, a padd on his lap and a glass of bourbon on the table beside him. The bottle beside it was nearly full.

“Hey, Jim. What’s up? Or just the usual trouble sleeping?”

Blowing out his breath in frustration, Kirk swung himself onto a chair and set the empty mug on McCoy’s table. He reached for the bourbon bottle and poured himself a generous portion. “Am I that transparent? Do I always have trouble sleeping the night before planetfall? Some youngsters were talking about it in the mess.”

“That’s what’s bugging you? Of course they notice, and talk about it. Everyone on this ship is a dedicated Kirkologist, Captain. Their lives revolve around you. That’s simply the nature of society on a starship.”

“Some people seem to be paying more attention to Spock, these days,” he ventured.

McCoy sat up abruptly and set down his padd. “Uh-oh. I knew you’d hear about that sooner or later, I should have brought it up. Believe me, Jim; no one thinks it wrong or dangerous or anything like that. In fact, I’d say that the vast majority of the crew actually feels there is a kind of poetic harmony in it. I know that stress levels dropped significantly when the rumour started going around.”

“Huh? Why, just because half the women on board could stop obsessing about him?”

McCoy laughed aloud. “About both of you, of course. Don’t worry, if you two continue to ignore it, it’ll peter out and become ‘just one of those things’ pretty quickly.” He stopped when he saw the intense gaze that Kirk had focused on him. “Jim?”

“What exactly are you telling me? What rumour?”

McCoy sipped his corn whiskey and cocked his head. “You’re kidding, right? Weren’t you talking about the current scuttlebutt about you and Spock taking up housekeeping?”

Kirk felt his mouth dropping open as a wave of shocked heat ran over him. “Me? And Spock?”
st:tos  kirk/spock  kirk&mccoy  oblivious  flirting  we're...dating?  off-world  jealousy  honesty  negotiation  firsttimes  <3 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
beside the river - by couldaughter (space manhattans #4)
A long, tuneless whistle. Jim sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose, sits up straight. Bones has been nagging him about his posture for months, but it’s not really had much of an impact. Jim thinks maybe he was just born to slouch.

“Captain, incoming transmission.”

“On screen, Lieutenant.”

Admiral Thwaites looms large over the bridge. Jim really doesn’t know why the view screen has to be so goddamn huge. He asked Scotty once, and all he got in return was a shrug and a, Fuck if I know, captain . Scotty has a standard answer these days along the same lines, although it’s a little bit more diplomatic.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Admiral?” Jim asks, crossing his ankles, leaning forward on one elbow. “A video call all the way out here, just for little old me?”

“No need to get excited, captain,” says Thwaited. “It’s a simple escort mission. The Karidian Players have asked if they can hitch a ride. Apparently their previous ship was blown up in a skirmish along the edge of the neutral zone.”

What the hell is an acting troupe doing along the neutral zone? Jim knew he wouldn’t get a satisfying answer to that kind of question from an Admiral, but all the same — the thought nagged at him, like a stone in his shoe. The rustle of otherworldly wind through the fields.
st:aos  kirk/spock  tarsus-iv  correspondence  ep-related  kirkprime 
september 2019 by runpunkrun
Birthday Between - by nerdybloomers
Thanks to having shared a mind meld with both Spocks, James Tiberius Kirk is privy to all sorts of information on Vulcan-friendly date ideas, tips and tricks for the bedroom, and the like. But most importantly, he knows that the other Jim’s birthday is two months away his own, give-or-take. He knew he was a preemie, simply due to the stress on his mother during the Kelvin attack, but now this tidbit is all the more interesting to know.

He’s mostly excited to realize how fortunate he is to have a birthday so close to Spock’s.

And although Spock - his Spock - had also seen the memories of the Ambassador, there’s no way that he’d be able to see this surprise coming. His first officer (and, recently, boyfriend) had his birthday redacted from most Starfleet records, probably to avoid any and all surprise parties, gifting, and well-wishes that are roughly unnecessary to his daily life. But surely a birthday wouldn’t be complete without a little fun, come hell or high water. He just had to set the scene.

The first step is, well, the where. Spock has been lowkey excited (try as he might to not admit it) about stopping for a couple days next to a nebula for analysis. The best place to see it is the observation deck. So when the daily newsletter goes out shipwide saying that the observation deck will be closed on January 5th, Spock is… unenthused.

So much so that he corners Jim in the turbolift, and with his angled brows furrowed in frustration, he asks, “Have I done something undesirable?”

Jim doesn’t know how to react. “What?” He reaches out and stops the lift. For the amount of time he spends in a paused turbolift, maybe he should move his office there. “Babe, what are you talking about?” They were about to head down to the deck, all set up for a romantic post-shift dinner with a nebula backdrop. God help him if he messed this up now.
st:aos  kirk/spock  holidays 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Waking Up and Waking Up and Waking Up in Starbase 16 - by SupposedToBeWriting
Waking up this time was a little more peaceful. Jim felt groggy, though. He was on his side and his eyes cracked open, immediately seeing Spock there. Alive, okay. Jim smiled in his sleep. This might be a neverending nightmare, but I’m never going to get tired of waking up to that face. Slowly, he started to shake the grogginess from his mind and gradually grow more alert.

There were two things that he noticed immediately.

One, Spock was wearing a yellow uniform.

Two, he couldn’t feel any emotion coming from him, though Spock’s eyes were on him nevertheless.

Damn asshole was blocking the bond again. Hadn’t they been through enough already? Jim had no idea how much time had passed. If time even meant anything there. “Hey, jerkwad,” he mumbled against the pillow, “Let me in.”

Spock’s eyes flicked down to Jim, regarding him as Jim still remained on the pillow. He would get up, eventually, but right then, he just wanted to rest. He was pretty sure he had just died because Bones had inadvertently gave him a sedative he was allergic to. He deserved a few more minutes of rest.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bonded  infirmary  dejavu 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Eleventh Hour - by Ophelia_j
Spock straightened, his gaze travelling around the room. That sea of eager, responsive, sympathetic faces. He said clearly, ‘Your earlier statement, Captain, was technically untrue.’

Kirk smiled easily at him, then back at the hall. ‘Okay Spock, I’ll bite: where did I go wrong?’

To the hall, he added, ‘The only disadvantage of a Vulcan first officer: not indulging your love of hyperbole or fallible memory.’

This brought a ripple of laughter. Spock waited for it to die down before he said clearly, ‘You did sleep with a member of the crew under your direct command on our first five-year mission.’

There was an audible intake of breath, followed by a stunned, anticipatory silence through the room as Kirk turned to stare at him.

Through their bond, Spock heard, as clearly as if it were spoken, Spock, what the hell?

Spock kept his face a careful study in total neutrality. Even Kirk, a long-term student of all Spock’s subtlest expressions, was getting nothing.

You slept with me ten point five hours before the Enterprise docked. Eleven before we were officially relieved of duty.

Eleven hours? You're disputing with me for eleven hours?

Not disputing T'hy’la, merely clarifying. And now Jim felt, beneath the bare words, and Spock’s carefully neutral expression, the depth of affection. And love. And over all, a thread of amusement at Jim’s utterly dumbfounded expression.

Oh god. We’re really doing this? You’re outing us as a couple? Here? Now?

I have merely corrected your erroneous statement.

Wow. You – You really pick your moments.
st:tos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  professors  out 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
kyliselle: Five Times Kirk said "I love you" and one time Spock said it back (st_xi_kink_meme)
Kirk is asleep, and he has stretched out across the bed to lay his head on Spock's chest. As a result, he has filled 58.9% of the bed. This is 10.7% more than the 48.2% of the bed Spock has calculated Kirk to be entitled to, based on the theory that Kirk comprises 48.2% of the total physical mass of their combined bodies.

Spock is about to pick the human up - Vulcan strength does have its uses - and deposit him back on his rightful 48.2%, when Kirk tucks his cold nose into the juncture of Spock's neck and shoulder.

"I love you," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

Spock stills. Kirk's latest movement means he now covers 59.4% of the bed. Illogically, Spock no longer minds.

https://st-xi-kink-meme.livejournal.com/2654.html?thread=2062174#t2062174
st:aos  kirk/spock  language 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Tree - by 3six12
“You want me to take care of a,” Kirk paused. The pot in his hand, with the thin twig of a plant and its three leaves, was getting heavy. “Of a tree?”

The creature’s eyes closed, its impressive head coming down to almost touch Kirks forehead. Kirk could feel the heat of its breath and was reminded of the summer forests of Iowa, hot and muggy after a thunderstorm. When it opened its mouth to speak, there were no teeth or tongue and the vocalizations that came forth were carefully respoken in Standard by the universal translator.

“It is a sign of good faith. Bring up the young, raise it to the sun, allow it to find strong roots. In doing so, you will find roots with our people and your world will be connected with ours.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  flora  progeny 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Per Aspera - by TheBiFromUNCLE
Jim had gotten hurt. So what else was new? Except it was bad this time. Bad as in Bones didn’t call him a moron when he woke up in the sickbay. Bad as in grounded indefinitely. Bad as he didn’t complain when he was told he had to have someone stay with him while he recuperated. Spock was the logical choice. Reliable, even-headed. Besides, everyone else bar Bones had bolted as soon as they had docked. Uhura had taken a temporary admin job within Starfleet. It was beneath her but translating treaties meeting minutes was exactly the kind of mindless work she wanted. Scotty was overseeing repairs. Chekov and Sulu had filed separately for extended leave, but had left together.

Bones though, Bones had argued and fought and swore and demanded to be Jim’s carer. He was told in no uncertain terms that this would not be allowed. He had been about to tender his resignation when Jim said, quietly, from the sickbay bed ‘Just do what they say Bones’. Later Jim would be able to convince himself that he had imagined the way Bones’ shoulders had slumped, the way he seemed to collapse in on himself. Hallucinating, on account of all the drugs they’d (Bones) been pumping into him to keep him alive. So Bones left too and Jim was sad to see him go, but in a deep, shameful part of himself he was also relieved. Looking at Bones’ face was like staring at an open wound, seeing his own misery and brokenness reflected back at him.

‘Perhaps I would be better suited?’

Spock’s cool, clinical manner directly after McCoy’s outburst made him seem the ideal candidate.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  grounded  roommates  h/c  domestic  grooming  recovery  kissing  firsttimes  <3 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Steadfastness of Stars - by itsnatalie
Even from space, Jadis was white. Spock had to channel his revulsion into something more productive.

“Goddamn,” remarked Dr. McCoy, staring through the window of the ship at the faintly glowing planet, scowling. “That looks like a bucket of problems waiting to happen. If you get hypothermia or pneumonia, Jim, I’m not clearing you for duty for weeks. Weeks, do you hear me? Plural.”

“Cheer up, Bones,” said Jim from where he was scanning an information database. Spock was at his right, patiently waiting: he’d already memorized all pertinent sections. “I know somebody from this planet. She’s since become a Starfleet ambassador, she’ll be waiting for us.”

“What exactly is their issue, anyway?” Dr. McCoy was still scowling, and Spock privately agreed with the sentiment.

As Jim was still reading, Spock volunteered, “Their planet has experienced subzero temperatures for a period of over a thousand years, and as such, the way of life of the people of Jadis has become dependent on just this phenomenon. Over the last several weeks, however, the temperatures have begun altering alarmingly, and since they fail to fall within the parameters of observed anomalies, have begun to cause structural and ecological damage to the point of concerning permanence.”

“Their weather is changing? What’s happening?”

“It’s warming up, Bones,” said Jim, flicking through his PADD as they walked; Spock was tempted to take Jim’s shoulder and steer him just so he wouldn’t collide with people or objects. “They might have summer and that might literally be the end of the world for them.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  stb  pining  off-world  snow  chekov  stranded  cold  sick  infirmary  kissing 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Ugh - by yeaka
Sending Spock was the obvious choice. As a Vulcan with rigid discipline, it made sense that he’d hold out the longest and actually make it to sickbay, unlike Rand, wherever she got off to. ...Besides, if Jim had gone himself, he wouldn’t have been exposed to the airborne virus long enough to be fully affected.

...Just long enough to get a bright red nose and a wicked sneezing fit. He rubs his face in his elbow after another involuntary spasm, watching light zoom past the turbolift walls. He’s gone himself, now. No choice; Spock didn’t come back. And clearly today won’t be the day Jim gets to cross ‘sex pollen orgy’ off his bucket list, anyway. He sighs at the thought of the bridge he’s leaving behind—he’s the captain, for goodness sakes; if anyone’s getting up to shenanigans on his ship, he should be at the head of it.

But that didn’t happen, and he can’t just go violating members of his crew whilst still fully sober, even if a giddy pair of half-naked Sulu and Chekov practically stumbled into his lap in their childish antics. He only just managed to get out of his chair in time for Chekov to finally be thrown over it and divested of his pants, Sulu mounting him while Uhura wandered closer to watch. While the doors of the turbolift closed, Jim saw the dopey-grinned helmsman sliding into the giggling navigator, and now Jim’s having to spend the short ride down having to get that pretty cock and prettier ass out of his head. He’s already never going to hear the end of this embarrassing allergy, let alone if he shows up to get it cured with a pre-existing boner.

The doors open, and Jim’s off down the hall, desperately trying not to rub his sore nose or blink his puffy eyes too much—they’re probably red-rimmed. But no one pays him any attention; the few crewmembers he passes are either pinned to the wall or already down on the floor, too lost in the throes of passion to notice the one lonely soul left.
st:aos  kirk/spock  spock/mccoy  aphrodisiacs  allergies  poly 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Package Deal - by yeaka (A Honeycomb Tree #12)
No one says a word to him in the messhall or when he arrives back to sickbay; his secret must be safe. Though it might just be due to the warning glare at anyone who approaches. Full of mashed potatoes and bourbon, Leonard steps through the sliding door of his office. It clicks neatly shut behind him, while he stands in place, his ‘presents’ safely delivered and halting him in his tracks.

Two men, black and blue all over, are sitting on the exam bed in the corner. Their legs are hanging over the side, but they’re turned to one another, their closest hands held and their faces pressed together, forehead to forehead. They’re nuzzling one another like sleeping kittens, communicating with soft hums and short mumbles, eyes half closed, but as soon as the door’s shut, the magic dies. Stiff as boards, they spring apart, straightening out like they were never touching at all. One of them has striking blue eyes that open wide, then fix into something between resignation and ferocity. The other looks dully past Leonard, head subtly inclined downwards.

Slaves. Khan gave him slaves.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  kirk/spock/mccoy  mirrorverse  en(sex)slaved  spanking  threesome 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
tenderly, quietly, all alone - by ARossWrites
Spock stood at the West end of the property, knuckles tight around the handle of his umbrella. He hadn't an excuse to go for a walk, truly. The habit he'd developed was new, formulated around their new neighbour.

A horse ran across the field, parallel to the short wall of stones that marked the divide of their properties. It was white and speckled across the hips with a grey. In this rain, though, heavy and hard, it's coat was soaked through and dark. Up the legs of the beast, mud. It sprayed nearly to the belly as the horse ran. The rider was soaked too, both in rain and specks of wet earth. His coat flew out behind him.

Spock’s heart was in his throat.

The rider was James, “Just Jim, is fine.” he'd insisted when Spock was first introduced. Spock didn't dare consider him in such intimate terms, even in the privacy of his mind.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  civilians  horses  pining 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Ties That Bind - by IvanW
I didn’t know how long we were at the bar, but I know Sam drove us home, and I was too wasted to realize how much of a bad idea that was. I didn’t think he was as shit-faced as I was, but I was too shit-faced to realize it one way or another.

By the time the hover car rattled to a stop I was nearly unconscious. Sam had to come to the passenger side and pulled me out.

As he dragged me to the side door, it took us both a moment to realize someone stood there.

Sam stopped dead. “What the—”

I looked up, bleary-eyed. Suddenly my vision swam and I stumbled forward.

“It’s my Vulcan. Spock!”

Everything shifted and tilted and it took probably longer than it should before I realized Spock had scooped me up into his arms. What did they call that? Bridal?

“Are you responsible for this?” Spock demanded of Sam, his voice cold and stony.

“Nope,” Sam said cheerfully. “I think you are.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  stb  pining  earthside  iowa  winona  sam  drunk  meet-the-family 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
I Will Follow You into the Dark - by IvanW
“Is there…what can I do?” Jim took a step closer, close enough to touch Spock, but not doing so. He’d learned earlier on the ship touching Spock when he was like this was not wise.

“You have already done it. I appreciate that you saw my parents settled. And the…elders.”

But not the one Jim had seen get crushed in the cave when they’d gone to rescue them. Spock’s mom had told Jim that he’d been a teacher of Spock’s that Spock had admired. So many gone, so many taken by Nero. His own loss, that of his father, seemed small compared to everything else. There were worse things than growing up without a father. Jim had learned that all too well.

“You-you’re welcome.” He turned away.

“Jim.”

“Yeah?”

“You have received medical attention for your significant injuries?”

He hadn’t. Bones had bugged him, but Jim had put him off. And now Jim needed to shower, dress, and get to the ceremony where they planned to give him a medal for all this. For what, anyway? Not being able to save Vulcan. But Earth, yeah, they still stood on Earth.

“Yeah,” he lied. Because he didn’t feel like saying he hadn’t seen anyone and in the end, in Spock’s current state, he doubted Spock cared as much as he was supposed to, and for some reason, Jim felt like Spock had asked because it was what you were supposed to do for your significant other. If they still were. Which, well, Jim wasn’t even sure about that.

Pike had told him that Spock was offering his resignation. He intended to help establish a colony to rebuild the Vulcan race and anyway, what could Jim say about that? Spock hadn’t even asked him what he’d thought or even mentioned it. He’d heard it from Pike.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  post-narada  earthside  winona  infirmary  honesty 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Falling to Pieces - by williamspockspeare
When T’hy’laf, beloved of Surak, was killed, his body brought before the philosopher, Surak did not pursue his murderers.

The Vulcan nobility had not understood. It was customary to destroy that which harmed your ashayam, with as savage reprisal as necessary. Childhood stories still told of those rended in twain by the bereft and grieving, of self-inflicted violence in the face of loss, of the bloody, bloody history that surrounded the death of a Vulcan’s only love.

But Surak, who possessed a love so deep that all others took its name, did nothing.

He sat by his beloved for twenty days and twenty nights. He sang the soft, tearful songs of farewell, asked not for the head of the murderer, but only incense and cool water. With his own hands, like a servant or a child, he cleaned T’hy’laf’s body.

And Spock was of House Surak.

Slowly, trembling, he moved Jim’s legs to lie straight, his arms from their crumpled, awkward splay to rest gently at his sides.

As Spock tended to him, he softly began to sing.
st:tos  kirk/spock  ep-related  fuckordie  grief  whoops  marriage 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Illogical Regrets - by IvanW
Spock hadn’t believed T’Pring had survived the destruction of Vulcan, but she had. He’d learned that a year after. She hadn’t been on Vulcan at the time of the destruction. And even then, Spock had assumed she had the preliminary betrothal link they’d been given as children severed. She had always promised she would.

But then the madness came, and he knew then, T’Pring hadn’t severed their link. He’d turned from Nyota to bond with T’Pring, the one chosen for him. While his intention had never been to hurt Nyota, he had no choice but to do his duty. Her tears had not affected him much, as the fever had already started. He had not spoken to Nyota since he’d felt the Plak Tow. And he did not wish to see her or speak with her now.

He thought only of Jim.

Jim.

Who had just been smiling, brightly, and with all the forgiveness Spock surely did not deserve. Grinning and proving to Spock that he was very much alive and so beautiful Spock’s heart hurt.
st:aos  kirk/spock  fuckordie  ep-related 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Galactic Ring - by burning_spirit
Kirk could have stood and stared out that window for the rest of eternity. His attention was so glued to the glass wall that he didn’t even notice when Spock finally pulled his own gaze away and turned his eyes on him.

“Are you pleased, adun?” Spock whispered, his warm breath ghosting over Kirk’s ear.

With a little start at the silence being broken, Kirk brought his face around, straining his eyes to look at Spock in the comforting darkness that surrounded them.

Pleased?!

The Vulcan’s exquisite features were faintly outlined by the planet’s reflected light; his deep-set eyes, his sharp cheekbones, his angled brows, his porcelain skin were so beautiful that he was almost painful to behold. Not even knowing why, Kirk felt tears threatening and a catch in his throat at the sight of his lover, his soulmate, his resplendent t’hy’la in this most gorgeous of places. How many undiscovered worlds, celestial wonders, and humbling sights just like this had they seen together in their travels? And why was this one creating so much more passionate a response within him?

Whatever the reason, Kirk supposed it didn’t much matter.

“Oh, Spock,” he whispered back after taking a long beat to compose himself. He tried in vain to think of any more words as he let those dark, fathomless eyes pierce into him.

“It has long been a profound desire of mine,” Spock said, “to experience this with you.” The commander shifted his arms so as to pull Kirk flush against his chest. Pressing their cheeks together, he said rather simply, “I hope… I hope you like it.”
st:tos  kirk/spock  shore-leave  vacation  pda  space  hotel/motel  progeny  h/c  crying 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
no way but this - by raisinsforsunday
“You smell like him,” Spock croaked. His eyes were tinged with green and his throat was raw.

“Jesus Christ, through the door?”

“Yes, Doctor.” He sat on a narrow bed, wearing a pair of black sweatpants and nothing else. His legs dangled down and he sagged back against the unforgiving white wall at an awkward angle. He supported himself on his elbows, fingers picking at the mattress. “Especially that smell.”

“You gotta let me in there. You’re so dehydrated, your blood’s probably more like molasses at this point.”

“I cannot.” He kicked his feet idly against the bed and he looked painfully young.

“You--” Bones’ heart clenched. “You haven’t eaten since you locked yourself in there. ‘Sides, fever like that? Gonna cause neural damage. Maybe it already has.”

“That is an unfortunate reality of the sickness. Artificially reconstituting my health would be unwise, doctor.” He fixed his gaze squarely on the doctor. Sharp, alien features were exaggerated by a loss of mass, yet his sinewy strength quivered with unspent energy. “I would likely redouble my efforts to-- to attack Jim.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  infirmary  fuckordie 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Goodnight Kisses - by TokyoRose_2006 (Meet the Kirks #2)
“You are wearing my meditation robe,” Spock said evenly.

Jim dropped his hand, then his chin to look down at the garment in question, his face a handsome mask of bemusement and mild concern. “Uh, yeah,” he said, puzzled. “I already packed all of my clothes back up and I forgot when I got out of the shower…” Jim trailed off and raised his eyes, wide and bright, to look up at Spock. “I hope it’s ok?”

Jim’s tone was slightly wounded, the words hesitant. The sound of it was soft and unsure, vulnerable in its timbre in a way that made Spock’s nostrils flare. He was not remotely upset, as Jim’s demeanor seemed to anticipate, but the sight of his mate wrapped in his clothing was causing a deep, primal sense of possession to stir in him; it cast doubt on his ability to completely control his base, Vulcan urge to view Jim as intrinsically his , the object and recipient of all of his crudest desires.

Spock tightened his hands behind his back to resist the urge to run his fingers lewdly across the planes of Jim’s body, cloaked as they were beneath the silky material of his robe. “It is...I have no particular objection.”

“Oh, ok,” Jim said slowly, skepticism etched into the wrinkles of his brow as he frowned lightly at Spock. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Spock replied, perhaps too quickly, as Jim flinched back from the sound of his voice.

“You’re sure?” Jim asked, his voice no longer timid but laden with disbelief.

“I believe I have answered you,” was Spock’s stiff reply.

It took longer than Spock cared to admit to tighten his grip on his desire, all of his focus divided as it was between the look of Jim draped in his robe and the need to bite back the possessive desire the sight was stoking in him. He felt the muscles of his back tense with restraint as Jim raised the hand he had just had outstretched to Spock and touched it lightly to the deep, open v of exposed flesh between the lapels of the robe. Spock watched as Jim’s fingers rested in the hollow of his throat and began a slow descent down his sternum.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  domestic  sharing  clothes  kink 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
corpus_invictus | Five Ways (Star Trek XI Kink Meme)
Five ways Spock says 'I love you' through technical terms.
st:aos  kirk/spock 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Walls Come Down - by TokyoRose_2006 (Meet the Kirks #1)
The final straw, though, had been when Spock had calmly supplied that Ambassador Spock had agreed that Sonak’s staying the year on New Vulcan would undoubtedly be in the boy’s best interest. Jim recalled sharply how angry he had been, how betrayed and blindsided he’d felt. He’d asked the questions that had burned in his chest in angry, rapid barks that he would have regretted under normal circumstances. How could Spock have gone behind his back to make plans for Sonak’s life without him? When had he had the time to make such inquiries? Why hadn’t Spock consulted him first? And how, how had Spock believed that Jim would want to live an entire year without their son, unable to see him, watch him grow, protect him?

Jim, to his credit, had somehow managed to generously concede that the Ambassador, of all clearly guilty parties in this situation, had not only the right to impress his perspective on them as Spock’s counterpart, but a right to voice his opinions on Sonak’s rearing as the boy’s godfather. But even that concession had hurt, as it only seemed to drive home the fact that he felt somehow doubly betrayed by both Spocks, two of the only people in the universe he would turn to in his time of need having consulted each other on such a sensitive and imperative subject without him.

The fight had been one for the Kirk household history books, neither man backing down from his respective points and perspectives. It continued for longer than Jim could remember any of their arguments having lasted before, increasing in ferocity and futility with each passing moment. The fight had ended some hours later with Jim slamming down the pot he’d been aggressively drying for no less than 15 minutes. He had stomped from the house without his communicator, stating in no uncertain terms that he would be back when he got back and leaving Spock green tinged and perplexed, stating that his assertion was redundant, to which Jim responded in even less uncertain terms that Spock could sleep in the guestroom, which he had that night and each night since.
st:aos  kirk/spock  earthside  progeny  angry 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
The Sum of Its Parts - by williamspockspeare
It was strange. Jim should have been more worried about what trouble the pair might cause. Hell, his own experience with splitting in two had wreaked havoc on the ship – as Doctor McCoy had been quick to remind him.

But knowing how it felt, Jim thought of how much each of his own halves had suffered. It was easy to get lost in chaos, the overwhelming realization that you no longer held the answers to your own identity. It was difficult to accept you could no longer trust yourself.

So, while the crew around him chattered quietly about what the two Spocks might do, Jim sat alone in his captain’s chair, thinking darkly about what Mr. Spock must feel.

He hadn’t seen the pair since their physicals.

Neither had spoken much. They had merely confirmed that they were in good health, and that they would update him on any further changes.

It seemed the Human Spock had wanted to say more, from the glimmer in his eyes, and the distant smile that hailed Jim from across sickbay. The Vulcan, however, kept their conversation brief, standing at attention between them, as if to guard his human half from Jim’s advance.

Jim marvelled that they kept such close contact with each other. In his own split experience, after all, he’d tried to murder himself. Negotiation had been the furthest thing from his mind – uh, minds.

Yet, maybe that was because he never thought of himself as having separate parts, never needed to. Perhaps being assigned the label of either human or Vulcan for his whole life had prepared Spock for such a unique phenomenon.
st:tos  kirk/spock  transpoglitch  seeingdouble  emo!spock 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
Good For You - by Gulo
The following morning after the unspoken incident and the party, Spock discovered Jim had begun showering first. He disrobed and started the water up.

"Morning," Jim greeted him with a sly grin.

"Good morning."

Jim motioned him closer over the frosted divider. "Look."

Spock blinked once, moved to peek over the divider at Jim. His eye was caught by the sight of Jim's firm, jutting erection, before he averted his eyes again.

"Look, Spock," Jim said gently, and his smile became softer and warmer. "Watch me."

Spock was already lathering some soap up to distract himself. "Why do you wish for me to watch you?" he asked slowly, clearly confused more than anything.

"Because I want you to see that this is healthy. Masturbation is good for you." Jim was frank, earnest, but full of mirth. Spock watched just his face over the divider for a moment, letting the whole idea of it sink in. But he possessed that mixed blessing of an emotion which not even any Vulcan ever denied himself: curiosity.
st:tos  kirk/spock  masturbation  voyeurism/exhibitionism 
august 2019 by runpunkrun
I Ran (I Ran So Far Away) - by FandomTrash24601 (Guide Me Home #1)
"James Kirk," James said. Spock fixed his gaze solely on Bones now, nearly making Bones shift uncomfortably.

"Is there anything you can do to restore the captain to his normal state?" Spock asked. Bones sighed, waving his tricorder around as he gestured uselessly.

"I don't know yet. I'm a doctor, dammit, not a magician."

"Wait, I'm the captain?" James said, looking between Bones and Spock. "I'm a Starfleet captain?" Spock dipped his head.

"Yes, you are the captain of the Enterprise, but as you are in no condition to lead at the moment, I am now acting captain." James scoffed and shook his head.

"I call bull," he said. "There's no way in hell you're ever getting me on a 'Fleet ship, much less getting me to be the captain of one. Starfleet's never done anything for me." Bones froze, but Spock seemed totally unaffected by James' words.

In all of his time as Jim's friend, he'd never heard him express clear distaste for Starfleet. He'd never idoled the figureheads, the perfect captains and grinning crews, and he'd certainly been less than pleased with a few of their rules, but Jim had never talked about Starfleet with that tone of bitterness in his voice. After all, if he hated Starfleet so much, why would he ever join it?

"And yet I must 'call bull' on your statement," Spock said. "You are, or indeed will be, the captain of the Enterprise." James scoffed, earning a reprimand from Bones, who was in the process of using the dermal regenerator to heal his injuries.

"Yeah, okay there, Pointy. Show me the proof, and maybe I'll believe you." Even in the short amount of time Bones had known James, he'd changed. He'd gone from panicked, to quiet and reserved, to snarky and rude. The shock of what had happened must be wearing off, Bones thought, and cursed inwardly. Jim was enough trouble as an adult, and as much as Bones wanted to learn those secrets, he really didn't want to deal with a moody teenaged Jim.
st:aos  kirk/spock  2ndchildhood  tarsus-iv  h/c  dreams  crying 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
Nature Boy - by Snabulous
“A Vulcan is a being from the planet of the same name,” Spock explains, though confused as to why he should have to. “It is sixteen light years away from this planet. We have been in contact with humans for several hundred years, so I must ask-”

The boy cuts him off, a huge grin dominating his features. He drops to a squat, putting his face directly in front of Spock’s, much closer than he would prefer. “You’re not from here?”

Spock raises an eyebrow and leans back to a safer distance. “No, I am not,” he says.

“Which way is Vulcan?” the boy asks, moving to fully sit down, crossing his legs beneath him. Fallen flowers seem to gather around his knees magnetically, but Spock suspects a trick of the irregular light.

Spock looks up to the sky, obscured though it is by the heart-shaped catalpa leaves. It would not be possible to give an exact direction from his position, so he points in the direction that would likely be most easily understood: up.

The boy’s eyes light up. “You’re from the stars?” he questions excitedly. Spock understands that it is some sort of a colloquialism on Earth to refer to other life forms as being “from the stars,” so he does not correct the boy, simply nodding once.

“And where are you from?” Spock asks. “You appear to be human, but I am unsure.”

“I’m from here,” the boy replies vaguely, picking up the cup-like flowers from the ground and stacking them on his knee.

Spock waits for him to elaborate. When the boy says nothing further, Spock says, “Clarify.”

“What do you mean?” the boy asks, tilting his head and squinting. He leans closer, as though proximity would allow him to understand.

“Are you from Iowa?”

“I’m from here,” the boy repeats.
st:tos  au  kirk/spock  earthside  iowa  meet-as-kids  bonded 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
part of you - by sunshine_captain
Spock accompanies Jim to the door of his quarters, then prepares to move on to his own. Jim touches his wrist. Spock can feel the warmth of Jim’s hand even through his sleeve.

“Will you stay for a while? I’m afraid I won’t be terribly exciting company, but I’d like to spend time with you.”

It almost amuses Spock as much as it touches him. They have spent all day together, and the day before, and almost every day since they’ve known each other. He does, however, understand Jim’s meaning. They are together constantly as they work, but it is another matter to be together in their spare time.

He is always pleased to be in Jim’s company, but as he follows his captain inside, he is slightly apprehensive. Spock hopes Jim does not expect things from him.
st:tos  kirk/spock  asexual  honesty  masturbation 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
The Claims We Make - by GrumpyBones (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang)
Jim is in the draft stages of a plan, still choosing between the two equally delightful: Intentionally, wildly, mispronouncing the name of their planetary destination or asking the Vulcan an extremely specific question about a species that doesn't even exist, when he starts the swivel in his chair. He decides, at the last moment, to go with an old favorite.

“Mr. Spock, please scan the area for—” a familiar pain in his neck that twinges at the angle he forces it to stretch in order to see the science station.

Only he doesn't see it. He might, for a second, the visual getting lost in the manual reboot his brain seems to be conducting. There’s a glimpse, a brief one, a preview if you will, that his subconscious seems to hand over with timid restraint. As if the different sections of his mind are passing the photo around with an incredulous, Are you seeing this too?

He blinks a few times, the sight in front of him remaining. He takes a quick glance around the Bridge as a whole where the rest of the crew continue on with their duties. They either refuse to notice or simply don’t care about the sight being presented to the Captain’s right.

He tells himself that his eyes need to return to the viewscreen even as they snap back to the section of skin peeking out between the black pants and the science-blue uniform shirt. The top has ridden up his spine, just so, revealing a glimpse of swirling script inscribed on the olive tinted strip of Spock’s lower back.

Spock has a tattoo, the tone of his inner dialogue missing the mark of simple shock as he swivels the chair back into proper position, a strange sense of hurt rumbling beneath a blanket of pure disbelief, Spock has a tattoo and he didn’t tell me.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bodymod  pining  winona  off-world  infirmary  honesty  bonded 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
keelywolfe: And Years Went By (Years Went By #1)
Shit, when had he gotten to be such a moony drunk? It was just as well Jim wasn't here to say the same thing, with those pretty, soft lips that weren't going to be wrapped around McCoy's dick this year. Not this year, not again, not when he'd found himself a steady partner. Not that McCoy hadn't already known; he was old and grouchy but that didn't mean he was stupid, thank you. This year he would have sufficed to just have Jim here, maybe a little drunk, a little flirty. Jim was his best friend and, shit, if McCoy hadn't been missing him. Just because a certain pointy-eared —

The door chime startled him, almost sent him sprawling to the floor and that was pathetic enough but the lurch in his chest was worse, wretched little bit of rising hope that it wasn't someone with some health-related question or another that they deemed too personal to risk talking about in Medical, not a chart that he hadn't signed, or something equally pointless. Just now, the only person he wanted on the other side of that door was someone who cared about him.

It was just a fucking shame that the person he got was the one who didn't care about anything at all.
st:aos  kirk/mccoy  kirk/spock  spock/mccoy  kirk/spock/mccoy  drunk  threesome  poly 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
Experimentation - by AconitumNapellus
He stepped into a bar where the music was so loud it vibrated through the floor, through his fingertips and lips. He could feel it right in his heart, right in his sex. He let himself feel the heart vibration and the sex vibration, because it was all part of the cultural ritual in which he was hoping to participate, but he closed down his mind to a lot of what was assailing his ears. It was the deep down vibration that the humans valued, he thought, whether or not they knew it.

They were swaying to the music here, just out of time, as they always were. There were people kissing on the dance floor, people kissing at the bar. Perhaps alcohol made it easier to kiss. When a waitress in an extremely brief outfit came over and asked him what his poison was, he regarded her for a moment, then ordered a strong cocktail. It was an odd way to phrase a request for a drink order, but alcohol was, after all, poison.

The drink was three different colours, red, yellow, and green, swirling together. It was called a traffic light. He had memorised the drinks menu with one glance, and he had chosen this particular drink not because it seemed appealing so much as that it seemed highly alcoholic. He didn’t imagine it would have as much effect on him as on a human, but that was why he was tending towards the high end of the scale.

The taste of it was scalding on his tongue, but he had drunk worse. It had very little effect. He could feel a slight loosening in his muscles. After his second drink he noticed that the humans seemed not to be dancing so visibly out of time. Logically, it must be his perception of their movements that had changed, not the movements themselves. Fascinating.

He sat with his next drink in front of him. This one was called ‘Sex on the Beach.’ An odd name for a drink, but the taste was good. His mother had mixed something similar for him in his childhood; without the alcohol, of course. It was the peach and the cranberry that reminded him of childhood. The vodka was something entirely recent in his life. He liked vodka. It was efficient.
st:tos  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  bars  firsttimes  casual-sex 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
The Truth Between - by LeandraLocke
For a few days after the gym incident, things had been - for the lack of a better word - awkward for Jim. Every time he saw Spock, he became aware of not only the thoughts the Vulcan had triggered in him but also the fact that he was very close to having these thoughts again. Without wanting it, he found his gaze lingering on the line of Spock’s lean shape, or the way his black hair was shining in the bright light on the bridge, or the line of his right ear, for a split-second wondering what it would feel like underneath his fingertips. Or he noticed that he was looking at Spock’s lips a little longer than was strictly appropriate, imagining what it would feel like to run a thumb along the bottom one, feel them against his own or - better and worse simultaneously - on various parts of his body.

Jim had thought that finally getting laid again during their last shore leave should have taken the edge off, but the exact opposite happened. And he tried to argue with himself that, maybe, the one night stand had reawakened something in him that had been forced to remain dormant for so long. Like riding a bicycle again for the first time in ages, and then wanting to ride one every day, because riding bicycles was fun.

But there was simply no chance - and no morally acceptable circumstances - for him to ride that particular bicycle (and Jim blamed Bones for making him think in stupid metaphors), so Jim just had to find a different… bicycle. Person. Sometime soon, whenever the chance came up. Because it was just that, he concluded with a firm conviction. Being on this ship with all the blossoming romance, and Chekov being thrown out of someone’s room shirtless (again!), and basically, everyone getting laid but Jim. (He knew that was an exaggeration but didn’t want to admit it to himself).

So, he was being stupid, he concluded, and there was no reason to allow things to become awkward between him and Spock, no reason to not pursue their friendship and play chess together, and no reason to act like Jim would not be able to control his purely physical urges when in Spock’s company.
st:aos  spock/uhura  kirk/spock  oblivious  pining  drunk  depression  breakup  stb  yorktown  firsttimes 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
The Swap - by IvanW
He knew Spock’s code and yet he stared at the panel for so long without doing anything, that Uhura reached over and input it herself. The door opened.

She gently pushed him inside and then followed him in. “Leonard’s right. Something’s definitely going on. Are you sure when the beam up happened you didn’t hit your heard or something? Maybe they threw a rock?”

He shook his head. “No rock.”

She pursed her lips. “Get undressed then. When was the last time you even got some decent sleep? You can meditate after.”

She walked past him to his wardrobe with the familiarity of someone who had been there, in these quarters, dozens of times. Jim supposed she had. He watched her pull out one of Spock’s robes.

“This one’s your favorite one, right?” She smiled as she held it up. “Because it’s soft and your mom gave it to you when you left for the Academy.”

He turned away then, feeling a sting in his eyes. Uhura knew such intimate details of Spock that he would never get to know, no matter how good of friends they were. He never would have guessed Spock had a favorite robe.

“Honey, it’s all right. Jim’s going to recover.” She set the robe on the bed and then came to hug him. “You love him a lot.”

He shook his head and stepped out of her embrace.
st:aos  kirk/spock  bodyswap 
july 2019 by runpunkrun
Light The Way (And I'll Follow) - by Lost_And_Insane
“If there’s anything I’ve done that has offended you-” Kirk started, but Spock quickly cut him off.

“It’s no such thing, captain.”

Kirk seemed a little taken aback at the abrupt interruption, and Spock was about to apologize before the captain spoke again, “Then would you mind explaining why you’re constantly trying to avoid me?”

Spock had been fine avoiding the subject all-together, but he recognized that in this case, avoiding it any longer would cause a decrease in ship functionality; the captain had, for some surely illogical reason, assumed that he was the cause for Spock’s sudden distance, and this belief had a 93.857 percent chance of lowering the captain’s confidence. The Enterprise and its crew depended on a confident leader.

The two stared each other down while Spock thought of a respectful way to explain the situation, but Kirk suddenly let out a sound of realization, asking, “It’s the mind meld, isn’t it?”

Hoping was illogical, but yet a small part of Spock had so illogically hoped that Kirk hadn’t realized their touch initiated a meld back on that class M planet. Not many Terrans knew of Vulcans’ touch-telepathy; it was unfortunate that Kirk wasn’t one of them.

Spock nodded once, explaining, “Mind melds are highly inappropriate—a serious breach of privacy, especially when started without full knowledge and consent by both parties involved. Although it had not been my intention to start one with you, I cannot deny one formed between us, even if just for a fraction of a second.”

“Spock.” Kirk sighed. “I already told you not to worry about it. You didn’t offend me and I’m not upset about it.”

Spock simply resumed his explanation, “To prevent one from forming again due to my inability to control them, I have deduced that distance is the only reliable solution.”

“I disagree with your logic,” Kirk said instantly.
st:tos  kirk/spock  new-in-town  whoops  mind-meld  bonded  rejection  beach 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
A little bit of grace, (for me and for you) - by WingittoFreedom (Wingittofreedom)
Pike had sent the promised list of dates during which Spock will be expected to supervise the human child the day after their meeting, and it immediately became clear that Spock had been “had,” if he is using the idiom correctly.

“A few days here and there” turns out to be several weeks interspersed throughout the summer.

It also appears that Pike has not left Spock any time to rescind his offer as the first set of dates begin this weekend.

Today is Thursday.

It was a shrewd tactic, Spock admits to himself, relying on Spock’s sense of duty and then giving him no time to think better of it.

Despite having no time to think better of it, Spock is, well, certainly not panicking in the human sense—but were Vulcans prone to ascribing emotional nomenclature to mental states, Spock’s current thought patterns might probably be described as a form of irrational anxiety.

Panic, Spock. Is this an emotional response? asks a voice that comes from the part of his mind where the VSA panel sits.
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  starfleet.edu  pike  tarsus-iv  food  dreams  holidays  party  beach  water  ageplay  reunion  teacher/student  pining  rejection  honesty  taking-it-slow  marriage 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
Vulcan, Not Dead. - by Kitty_Kinneas (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang 2019)
“That went well,” Bones said dryly from where he was pretending to wire something in the corner. He didn’t know shit about wiring, but he had to pretend he did in order to stay around. God knew Spock was too efficient to bother keeping him there if he knew he was a doctor and not an engineer.

“Didn’t it?” Jim said, with no suggestion of sarcasm.

Bones frowned at him. “Jim. He turned you down so cold I’m surprised you don’t have frostbite.”

“Oh, please. You don’t watch him hard enough. He was tempted.”

“Oh, and you been watching him that… hard… huh?” Bones asked, smirking.

“Yes. Because we need those codes.”

“Uhuh. Right. The codes. You like him.”

Jim snorted, opening the chocolate bar and taking a bite. He gestured with it. “Please. The guy is like an old lady fussing over her porcelain figures. Everything has to be just right.”

“Yeah, I get that, but… you like a challenge. And you can’t get much more challenging than this one.”

Jim shook his head. “This is all about this job, Bones. We need the ship – we’re gonna get it.”
st:aos  au  kirk/spock  space  pirates  flirting  bars  casual-sex  honesty 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
Perched in the Soul - by Betazoa (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang 2019)
The only reason Jim had followed Bones to sickbay without protest was that he’d seen the mad twinkle in Bones’ eyes and knew he was willing to drop the bombshell about Jim and Spock’s bond in front of all the bridge crew if Jim made so much as a peep of protest. Now he’s laying down with his shirt off and electrodes hooked up all over his torso, which doesn’t even make sense considering the bond is in his head.

“And what controls the rest of your body, Jim?” Bones tells him when he points this out. “That damn fool brain of yours, which you let the Vulcan hotwire himself into. So who knows how the hell the damn thing is running the show these days?” Bones taps irritably at the padd, and Jim can’t tell if it’s because he’s displeased with the readings, or if he’s just displeased that the readings are normal and he’s got nothing else to complain about. Either way, he’s been displeased ever since the whole thing began, and there’s no point in reminding him that Jim had been unconscious, on the brink of death, and hadn’t been in a position to allow or refuse Spock. It’s not worth having that conversation again.

“I feel fine,” Jim offers, though it’s more to irritate Bones than to provide useful information. Bones glares at him, and Jim muses on how that glare could melt all the ice on Andoria. “Really, Bones,” he adds genuinely. “No headaches, no memory loss, no telepathic bleedover; I haven’t felt any side effects.” He specifically isn’t mentioning the very interesting side effect he’d felt the other day with Spock in the briefing room. Bones doesn’t need to know Jim had accidentally kissed his First Officer in the Vulcan fashion.
st:tos  kirk/spock  off-world  stranded  mind-meld  whoops  bonded  publicsex 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
Touch of the Mind - by HanaSheralHaminail, ladymars (Star Trek Reverse Big Bang)
“While Vulcan food is technically edible to human, I am sure you will not find our food appetizing,” Spock told him as the other eyed his breakfast.

Jim snorted and rested his chin on his hand as he looked up at him from across the narrow mess hall table. “Y’know, you saying things like that just makes me want to try it out more.”

Jim was stubborn, so Spock relented easily and brought over a bowl of plomeek soup for him. His expression did not change as Jim experienced a whole range of emotions as he ate a spoonful of the soup.

“That tasted like hot, sticky seaweed juice,” Jim muttered as he poked at the bowl of green liquid with his spoon.

“I warned you that Vulcan food would not be appetizing to you,” Spock said as Jim took another spoonful despite the past and now present disgust in his face.

“It’s not that bad,” Jim insisted, though his strained demeanor said otherwise. Why the Captain was putting himself through this was beyond Spock’s scope of knowledge. He usually ate breakfast by himself in his ready room, stopping by the mess hall early and briefly to avoid the crowd and have a moment to himself before arriving at the bridge. The change in schedule did not make sense, but many things about the Captain did not make sense, thus Spock attributed Jim’s newfound curiosity for Vulcan cuisine to that.

Jim added several shakes of the saltshaker to his soup before taking the next bite, seeming more at ease this time. “We should eat breakfast together more often. Maybe you can try out Earth breakfast food. Try out scrambled eggs and bacon.”

“I would find that agreeable,” Spock said. It would be good to debrief before they arrived at the bridge, strategically sound. “But I do not eat meat.”

Jim grinned at the simple answer and nudged Spock’s shoe with his foot. “Tofu bacon then.”
st:aos  kirk/spock  flirting  oblivious  food  language  off-world  telepathy  mind-meld 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
"Courage, dear heart." - by WingittoFreedom (Wingittofreedom)
And James T. Kirk is loud—that inalterable fact doesn’t change—is downright boisterous when he shows Spock into his quarters and offers him tea.

But, it turns out, James T. Kirk can also be quiet.

Quiet in the way he sets a teacup by Spock’s hand, filled with cha’al, Spock’s favorite tea, and gives him a smile that isn’t shy but is tinged with something like shyness.

Quiet in the way he examines the board, his thumb rubbing against his chin and the occasional hum escaping his lips as he considers his next move.

Quiet in the steady, sure way that he handles the chess pieces and the soft clinks they make when he sets them down or uses them to capture Spock’s pieces.

As they play, the gentle clicking soon has Spock’s mind unspooling into calm and then, to Spock’s surprise, into tingles of pleasure.

If Jim notices his abstraction though, he doesn’t say anything and they continue to play until Spock tips Jim’s king, and Jim grins at him and asks for a rematch.

After that, playing chess with Jim Kirk quickly becomes Spock’s favorite source of relaxation, his favorite source of the pleasurable sensations that calm his mind and turn it into a snow globe—and he soon begins seeking out these games whenever Jim is available.

Perhaps because of Spock’s eagerness, or Jim’s bemused willingness to accommodate him, chess games after shift quickly turn into catching up on paperwork together, eating meals together, or simply being in the same room together—Jim turning the pages of the paperback novels he secretly loves to read while Spock pretends to examine his PADD, his mind dissolving into starbursts at the sound of Jim’s hands brushing, turning and handling the pages of his book.
st:aos  kirk/spock  spock  post-narada  asexual  h/c  sleeping/together 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
There's Only One Bed - by Speff
Spirk Fancomic (One-Shot, 7 pgs)

On an easy first contact mission, a misunderstanding results in Captain and Commander sharing a bed for the night.

Content Warning: Bed Sharing, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love.
st:aos  kirk/spock  comic  fanart  off-world  sleeping/together  <3 
june 2019 by runpunkrun
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